Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

At this time, Lin En also noticed his own abnormality.

He was calm when he first walked into the room, but somehow he suddenly became irritable.

"Sorry, I seem to have some problem, maybe... it's a Horcrux." He threw away the crown in his hand, pressed both hands on his temples at the same time, and his fingertips moved slightly.

"Eivaz!"

The shadow of Purple Shirt Rune instantly appeared.

The golden crown that fell on the carpet began to tremble violently, revealing dense black spots, and seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, disappearing in a silent cry.

A wisp of black air struggled to get out of Lin En's body, emitting a shrill scream, twisting into a human face, and then turned into ashes under the purification of the World Tree.

Helena stepped back in horror.

She recognized the identity of the shadow.

That was Voldemort as a young man. Although his face had changed a little compared to his student days, it was still extremely clear.

“I didn’t expect that you, old man, actually have another trick up your sleeve…” Lin En’s voice was full of fatigue, and his cold eyes fell on the crown that had returned to calm. He already understood everything.

This was no accident, but the work of the Horcrux fragments.

Just as he took off the crown for Inès.

Chapter 180: Destruction No Different from that of Mortals

Later, at the school hospital.

"Professor Garcia, how did you get yourself into this state?" Madam Pomfrey asked in surprise while examining Inès.

"One of my magic experiments failed and something unexpected happened. Just prescribe some tranquilizers for me." Inès said vaguely.

"...Well, you young people just like to take advantage of your good health to show off." Madam Pomfrey obviously didn't believe it, but she didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she looked at Lynn and said, "Why don't you look well?"

"I treated her and I'm a little tired." Lynn said with a smile, "I wanted to ask you for some vitality potion." Under the disdainful gaze of Madam Pomfrey, he ran to the medicine cabinet with ease, took out several bottles of high-quality potions with the school hospital logo, and then disappeared in a flash.

The movements are so skillful that they are no different from when we were in school.

Madam Pomfrey was also used to it. She muttered something like "She's still the same even though she's a professor now." She patted Inès left and right, and only let her go after making sure that she was fine.

The Hogwarts school doctor, who had seen many storms, was already accustomed to this level of damage.

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In the corridor, little wizards were coming and going, talking and laughing. It was still far from the lights-out curfew.

Helena was waiting at the stairs and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the two people coming one after another.

"How is it? Is it serious?" she asked worriedly.

“It’s okay. Let’s talk about it when we get back. This is not the place to talk.” Lynn had regained his composure. Before he finished speaking, he walked up the stairs and headed towards his office, with Ines following closely behind him.

It was not until he returned to the living room, which had been cast with dozens of protective spells and was almost armed like an iron barrel from top to bottom, that Lin En felt relieved and turned his eyes to the golden crown on the table.

At this time, it has been completely sealed by a series of spells. Not to mention the Horcrux that has already collapsed, not even a trace of magic power can seep out of it.

However, as the saying goes, every failure makes you wiser, Lin En, who almost fell, did not take it lightly. He sat in front of the desk as if facing a formidable enemy, staring at it closely with his eyes.

"Ines, do you remember what I said to you on Paradise Street?" he asked without turning his head.

"The Dark Lord and Rowena Ravenclaw are both masters of playing with souls... I have experienced it deeply this time, but I didn't expect that even you would fall into the trap..." Inès was still in shock. She held the steaming coffee in her hand, but her whole body felt cold.

Even the rune hanging on the chest could not completely dispel the fear and chill that came from the depths of the soul.

"This has nothing to do with my mother. She would not place any malicious magic on her crown. At most - at most it is a test of will."

Helena seemed a little indignant, but she lost her temper halfway through her words. She had suffered the same loss in the past. Although she stole the crown, she failed to get the recognition of this legendary item.

Even though she was the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw.

But this is not the point today. What really makes the three of them look solemn is the fact that "Voldemort's Horcrux was not completely destroyed", which is scary to think about.

"Why is this happening? We should have completely destroyed it then." Inès drank the sour and bitter potion in big gulps, her face even more bitter than the potion.

"The problem should have occurred during the explosion." Lynn tried hard to recall the scene in the Room of Requirement.

He urged the flames to consume Voldemort's soul fragments bit by bit, while Dumbledore set up a magical cage to lock it inside.

Everything went fine until the moment when both of them thought they could easily destroy the Horcrux with almost no damage.

The most important part of Ravenclaw's golden crown, the jeweled crown, exploded.

From the perspective of hindsight, it was not only the residual soul of Voldemort that was detonated, but also the magic contained in the gem, which led to the situation getting out of control.

Perhaps, a fragment of Voldemort's soul had survived the explosion and hidden itself in other parts of the crown, evading the two's detection precisely because of its own weakness.

Even the fragments without consciousness seem to have some instinctive perception - such as the desire to survive and the perception of powerful sources of magic power.

[Horcruxes will subtly influence their holders]

This warning engraved in Lynn's heart has now become even more deafening.

Even though it is shattered, it can still mislead Inès and even Helena, who is a ghost.

It can even take advantage of a brief contact and make a powerful wizard like Lynn suffer from fatigue.

"It really is the most dangerous dark magic item." Lynn sighed sincerely as he looked at the two people who were still frightened.

Ines asked: "What should we do now? Destroy it completely?" After experiencing all these things, even though she was reluctant, her fear overwhelmed her desire for knowledge.

Helena's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

She had no right to stop it, even though it was a relic left by her mother.

But Lynn had other ideas.

He glanced at the wall clock, then at the crown on the table. Under the shocked gazes of Inès and Helena, he picked it up, removed the magic seal, and put it on his head.

"Forest--"

Inès's voice had just sounded when it seemed to disappear out of thin air, and the world in front of him also changed.

The stone slab on the table was no longer just a simple stone slab. The lines on it seemed to have life and began to move constantly, changing their positions slightly.

For no apparent reason, he felt certain that this was how the magic circuits on the crown were supposed to look.

But it was only a moment, not only could it not be reproduced, but there was not even enough time to fully remember it, and a heavy feeling of fatigue came over me.

Even though his mental power was much stronger than Ines', it was nothing compared to such horrific consumption.

From the time he put on the crown to the time he felt tired, his perception of time and space became a little confused, but he did not intend to take the crown off just like that. Instead, he forced himself to stare at the stone slab until the wave of weakness that was getting stronger and stronger reached its limit.

Just when the world in front of him was almost dark, a deep malice once again struck him from somewhere in the crown.

"it is as expected!"

Lin En was not surprised but happy. Thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, and his hands moved without slowing down at all. He took off the crown in an instant and threw it into the air.

At the same time, the magic book that had been quietly floating behind him all the time opened its pages, and the parchment burned instantly.

"call--"

The silvery-white light passed by him, bringing the warmth and perception of the real world. The voices of Inès and Helena also appeared in his ears again, mixed with concern and worry.

Faintly, the figure of Whitebeard, who had been late to arrive, seemed to appear not far away, releasing familiar magic power.

But these were no longer important in Lin En's eyes. The huge consumption of his mental and physical strength allowed him to only maintain the simplest movements and thoughts.

His eyes were fixed on the most conspicuous part of the crown, which was made of special metal - the eagle head that had become charred and fragile in the previous explosion.

Voldemort's soul lies there.

The extreme cold ice gathered and condensed in the room, turning into a slender arrow. The terrifying magic contained in it was so powerful that even Dumbledore, who rushed there as soon as he received the news, could not help but be amazed.

There are runes, modern magic, and also magic that even someone as knowledgeable as him is not aware of.

Heimdall's rune symbol lit up in the air, like the god guarding the Bridge of Light descending to the world.

"Whoosh-"

Without any sign or guidance, just a glance, the ice arrow concentrated to the limit, with extreme low temperature and destruction, broke through the air and hit the eagle's head squarely.

In an instant, the eagle's head broke off, and inky black magic power gushed out from the broken end, then was annihilated and dissipated in the harsh ice and frost.

The eagle head, which was supposed to be a metal structure, turned into a pool of dirty black blood, but it did not even have a chance to gush out and scatter, and turned into a block of ice.

The wailing that almost tore the eardrums apart echoed in the house for a long time. It was the last trace of a broken soul left in the world.

Dumbledore looked at it solemnly, as if he saw Voldemort from decades ago.

With only instinct and evil thoughts, it could not resist the temptation and revealed a fatal flaw in the face of the huge attraction of Lin En's body as bait.

This time, its true form has been discovered, and it no longer has three burrows to hide, nor will it have any chance to survive.

Another soul of the Dark Lord, although it went through many twists and turns, eventually met with the same destruction as a mortal.

Chapter 181 The Price of Wisdom

In the darkness, Lynn regained consciousness.

The first thing he felt was the familiar softness beneath him.

My head still felt like it was covered in yellow, and I felt uncomfortable all over.

The heavy eyelids slowly lifted, and the scenery in the room instantly "burst" into my sight.

And Inès and Helena, sitting side by side in the corner.

He stood up with difficulty, took the cup of water and took a big sip.

The dry throat is moistened and the refreshing coolness brings a long-lost sense of comfort.

"...How long have I been lying there? Where's the old man?" His voice was slightly hoarse, with lingering fatigue.

Inès said softly, "About two hours ago, the principal has gone back and left you a note."

"Boring old man..." He muttered, got out of bed, shook his groggy head, and took out the vitality potion he had found in the school hospital in advance. "Fortunately, I had foresight, so I didn't have to spend money." As he spoke, the bitter potion had already been gulped down his throat.

One bottle was not enough, so he drank the second and third bottle, until all three bottles were finished. Then he wiped the potion from the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to be resurrected on the spot.

Ines couldn't help but be shocked by such heavy drinking.

"Is it really okay for you to drink vitality potions like this?" she asked worriedly.

Lynn said nonchalantly, "Small problem, it's harmless anyway." He looked around the room and soon found the crown that was missing another corner.

"Now you can study it with confidence. There is basically no additional damage. It's just a little expensive..." Thinking of the loss of another loose-leaf magic, he felt a little painful.

He has been very busy lately, and even with the large amount of resources provided by the Magic Congress, he does not have enough time and energy to remake it, and one third of it has already been consumed.

"We...we discussed that in order to avoid being tempted again, we should leave it with you." Inès' expression struggled for several times, but she finally made up her mind and turned her head away from looking at the treasure that had haunted her for many years.

Helena thought the same thing.

After witnessing the destruction of Voldemort's soul, her guilt was somewhat relieved, but she no longer had the courage to face her mother's relic.

Every time I see it incomplete, it is as if I see my mother lying on her sickbed waiting for my return.

In the end, they were never able to see each other for the last time, even when she returned to Hogwarts as a ghost - at that time, Rowena had just died and was buried in their hometown.

Having resolved one thing, she quietly stepped back, passed through the wall, and floated towards the Ravenclaw common room.

She wanted to see her mother's statue again, as she had every day for the past thousand years.

Lin En didn't stop him, he could understand this feeling.

He simply picked up the crown from the table, which seemed to have become much lighter in his trance, held it in front of his eyes, and whispered:

“What can be bestowed is never true wisdom. No matter how magical the power is, it is still an external thing, and it must be paid for - just like what we are doing now.”

"If we really repair it, can we see the wisdom in the eyes of Ravenclaw?" Inès's eyes were filled with longing and yearning.

"You are not Rowena, and neither am I. No one can see the wisdom in another's eyes, but everyone can find the wisdom in their own eyes." Lynn shook his head. "If you want to find it yourself, this magic may be able to help you. I can guarantee you that because I have seen it."

As he spoke, he had already picked up the slate on the table and was trying to recall the few magic circuits he had memorized at that moment, his fingertips moving slightly as he made tiny adjustments.

Inès seemed to understand something, and only when he stopped what he was doing did she ask, "Can you describe it?"

"It's hard to describe. I can only say that the whole world has changed. It's like I can easily see through appearances. Time has also become very slow - I still remember the time, about five seconds."