Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"That's not necessary. You know me very well, and I know you very well, even though we've only met a few times." Grindelwald rolled out of bed, his movements swiftly looking like a young man in his twenties instead of an old man. "You want to know how to kill those monsters, and the magic that can destroy the Horcruxes while preserving their carriers?"

"I guess you wouldn't either. After all, you didn't kill that big deer-headed guy in the end, right?"

"Provocation doesn't work on me - I've used it too many times. Didn't Dumbledore tell you? I often hear your name from him." Grindelwald's tone had a special meaning.

"I have no interest in the love-hate relationship between you two old guys, Gellert." Lynn looked at him with disdain. "He is just afraid of me and wants me to help him."

"Well... he's always like this." Grindelwald didn't care. He sat on the railing with satisfaction and adjusted his hair. "So you still have some plan."

"I don't deny it." Lynn nodded, "If you know how to do it, I won't be stingy with the reward."

As he spoke, he raised his wrist and shook it lightly, and the basilisk corpse, still emitting a faint chill, appeared in his hand.

In a form that is reduced to the extreme.

"It must be boring to stay here, right? After all, the old man with a crooked nose only comes here once a month." He bluntly exposed the old man's shortcomings and lightly tapped the wall with his fingertips.

The four walls are covered with patterns and symbols.

"A very special basilisk. Where did you get it?" Grindelwald didn't respond. He just took the basilisk corpse with interest and placed it directly in front of him without paying attention to the cold air covering its surface. "The shrinking spell is also very good. It takes into account the weight. It is more spiritual than your magic. Is it the little girl who has been following you? Why didn't she come?"

"It's hard to say why a dark wizard would leave two things that specifically restrain Horcruxes, Fiendfyre and Basilisk, in the tomb where he buried his Horcruxes." Lynn said with emotion, deliberately ignoring the latter question.

Grindelwald didn't insist, but just looked at the basilisk again and let it go.

"They are both the guardians and nemesis of Horcruxes. Maybe this person left a backup plan for future generations in order to prevent himself from living too long and becoming corrupted? As time goes by, no one can say for sure."

He looked at his hands with dried blood vessels, and for a moment he looked a little bleak, but he quickly restrained himself, "This thing is good, but the weight is not enough. I am no longer old enough to study such novelties."

"So what do you want that's substantial?"

“Someone who can inherit my ideals.”

Grindelwald said without hesitation, "Magic can only flourish in a very few souls. The world dominated by freedom, truth and love should not be a fantasy."

The smile on Lynn's face slowly disappeared.

"If this is what you really think, I don't think Dumbledore will let you see the sun tomorrow." He said coldly, "Don't forget that I am a Muggle-born and have many Muggle friends. I am not interested in your ideal world."

"You may have misunderstood me." Grindelwald's expression remained calm. "I am not very interested in so-called pure blood. Bloodline cannot withstand being searched for. I only care about the future of wizards."

He sat upright on the floor. "I knew long ago that you would not agree with Dumbledore's philosophy of slow suicide."

"But you lost." Lin En was unmoved, "and you also know how stupid and shameful your behavior was back then."

"Of course I know that my methods are still too simple and crude, or... influenced by black magic."

Grindelwald, whose attainments in dark magic are unparalleled in history, is reflecting on the negative impact that dark magic has brought to himself.

This made Lin En look surprised for the first time today.

"I didn't expect you to say such a thing." He said with some surprise.

"After staying away from the Dark Arts for decades, I finally understood these tempting powers." Grindelwald waved his hand casually, and the cell door opened. "So the Elder Wand chose Dumbledore instead of me. He has indeed gone further than me."

"Since you have already admitted defeat, there is no need to think about so many things that cannot be changed." Lin En shook his head and looked at Grindelwald who came to sit beside him. He said softly, "Your era is over. It was half a century ago."

"My era is over. I don't deny it." The old man's voice suddenly became extremely charming, as if he had returned to his youth. "But the problem I see is still there. Not only has it not disappeared, it has become more and more serious."

His eyes were like the deep starry sky. "How about joining me? Together we can change everything."

Chapter 184: The Witch Party and the Stargazers

"If Dumbledore knew what you are thinking now, he would probably be very sad." Lynn did not rush to answer, but said meaningfully.

"Maybe. Actually, I thought about giving up a long time ago, Lynn." Grindelwald said, "I even really regretted my actions until four years ago."

“Forget it, old man. We all know you’re not going to repent.” Lin En laughed heartily. “You’re talking as if I’ve changed you.”

"I don't deny it." Grindelwald said seriously, "At first I thought you were just pretentious young people, but later I found that this was not the case. You gave me a lot of inspiration. So I am very sorry that the little girl didn't come today."

"Thank you for your compliment, but I don't think the two of us can withstand such praise." Lynn slowly stood up and waved his wand, and the few remaining loose soil disappeared.

He looked down at Grindelwald. "If that is all you have to say to me, then I shall be leaving now. I will be looking for other clues about the monsters and the Horcruxes."

"Don't be so impatient, like that nasty brat of yours who got fired," Grindelwald said, rising from the floor as well. "Just listen to me."

On the lawn outside the castle, there were densely packed wizards. Standing in the front was an old woman with completely white hair, and there were many young figures behind her.

"Vida Rosier..." Lynn recognized Grindelwald's best assistant at a glance, as well as several other core witches standing beside her.

After the decisive battle in 1945, the huge organization that once swept across Europe collapsed, and its core members either died or fled, but now it seems to have been replenished with some fresh blood.

"You didn't live here peacefully and wait for death as Dumbledore said." Lin En's eyes were a little colder. "Are you going to threaten me with them?"

"They can't threaten a wizard who really has the potential to become the king." The old man leaned lazily against the window. "This is not my order, but a spontaneous continuation over the past few decades - this is the wish of a group of wizards."

"Aspirations to rule the world? I don't find that interesting."

"Of course not. I am only trying to protect the wizarding world in these turbulent times." Grindelwald said word by word, "We can join forces to prevent wizards from decaying. For the sake of an ideal future, even Albus and the oath cannot stop me."

"You are an idealistic lunatic. Even after all these years, you haven't changed." Lin En repeated his judgment from four years ago, "and you still refuse to listen to advice."

"Because I can't be wrong." Grindelwald said firmly.

"I have come to the final chapter of my life, but my ideals have not, and the Wizarding Party will not perish - as long as wizard society is still corrupt. Come to my side, they will be your greatest help in creating a new world, which is for the greater good."

He pointed at his followers standing below, as high-spirited as he had been when he gave a speech in Paris.

"Monsters who claim to be gods, venomous snakes who are nothing, what are they?"

Although he is over 100 years old and has been worn out physically and mentally by decades of self-exile, he is still as arrogant and proud as he was in his youth.

He is Gellert Grindelwald, the reformer of the wizarding world, not the so-called "Dark Lord" who takes pleasure in killing and only has immortality and power in his eyes.

He has been waiting for today's meeting for a long time.

For four years, his followers compiled a steady stream of information here, which helped him make up his mind.

He looked at Lynn eagerly, waiting for his reply.

He had thought of many outcomes and was prepared for them.

He even thought that an enraged Dumbledore would come and fight him personally.

But Lynn's response still exceeded his expectations.

The amber eyes did not fluctuate much from beginning to end. There was neither any heartbeat nor any clear expression of resistance like Dumbledore's.

He just found it a bit boring.

They were not a mob like the Death Eaters, but outstanding wizards from all over the world. Although their number was far less than that in their peak period, their level was incomparable.

But Lynn remained unmoved, so quiet that even Grindelwald was surprised.

"Lynn Eric, I am waiting for your reply."

After a long silence, Grindelwald spoke again.

“Oh? Did you ask for my opinion?” Lynn said, “You’re just looking for someone to listen and then express your opinion.”

"Of course I-"

"I know that every word you say comes from the bottom of your heart, and I'm sure that you are thinking about what will happen after your death. Although powerful wizards usually have ways to prolong their lives, you really don't have much time left." Lin En said slowly.

The six-pointed star badge on his chest lit up slightly, emitting a little heat.

"I also know that you have learned your lesson. After all, you are not as stupid as Voldemort. You are even smarter than almost everyone - and you can see the future."

His words made Grindelwald a little confused.

"You are even willing to show your cards for unknown possibilities. This is very courageous and very typical of your style. It is both a threat and a way to win over others, right?"

Grindelwald said nothing, but showed his attitude through his actions.

"But," Lin En changed the subject and pointed to the hills outside the window, "Have you ever thought that I'm not as simple as you think? I may have even guessed your plan and prepared a little surprise for you?"

Silver magic power bloomed from the fingertips, rose into the air, and exploded into white ice crystals.

"!"

In Grindelwald's drowsy vision, phantoms fell from the sky and surrounded the outside of the city, as if encircling the Witch Party.

"Allow me to introduce you to Gellert," Lynn said with a smile, "my like-minded partner, the stargazer."

The tremendous magical power rose into the sky and turned into a huge barrier, blocking all prying eyes.

Even though they were far away, the aura of Rune magic was still clearly perceptible, and its surging energy was even more powerful than that of the witches who had drawn their wands and were ready for battle.

Pieces of magical metal runes were thrown into the air, conveying silent threats and warnings.

This is a force far more powerful than the remnants of the Wukhovna here.

"Now that you've met Euphemia," Lynn turned lazily and leaned against the windowsill, his tone brisk, "we can officially start today's conversation."

"Oh? Heh..."

After a brief moment of shock, the smile on Grindelwald's lips began to spread rapidly.

Laughter mixed with surprise and relief echoed in the corridor for a long time.

He didn't laugh until he was out of breath, then he hunched over and slapped his thighs.

"I knew you would go your own way!" His breathing became rapid and heavy. "You're right. We can have a good talk."

His smile didn't look like he was at a disadvantage at all.

Chapter 185: Road Struggle (Part )

After a brief standoff, both sides, who had no plans to engage in battle, retreated at the same time, leaving an open area.

Vida Rosier, who was older but more charming than ever, untied her long hair from a bun, drew her wand, and walked towards Euphemia.

Even though it had lost more than one step in terms of battle, this black rose of the Witch Party that once flourished in Europe was still elegant and tough.

Nearly half a century of anonymity did not dull her edge, but only endowed her with more powerful magic, giving her the confidence to stand behind Grindelwald, whom she worshipped as a god.

Opposite her, Euphemia did not show any sign of weakness.

This is not the first time the two have dealt with each other.

It wasn't even the first time they had fought.

Without any warning, a fierce spell was fired, and the curtain of the duel was opened in the unknown wilderness.

With the same pride, the leaders of both sides vowed to determine who was superior.

The silent standoff continues.

Whether it is the stargazers or the Wu-Zu Party, everyone is confident of victory or defeat.

This is not only a competition of magic power and talent, but also a symbol of the ideas behind both parties.

It is not a fight to the death, but a deeper struggle.

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"Are you going to let her challenge Rosier just like that?" Grindelwald, who had laughed enough, seemed to relax completely. He looked at the two people fighting fiercely and asked softly.

"It won't really hurt that proud lady." Lin En said leisurely, "She knows her limits."

Grindelwald disagreed: "She won't lose, even if this little girl is more talented."

"Just like you don't think you will lose to Dumbledore." Lynn hit the sore spot mercilessly, turned around and walked into the cell, found a clean place to sit down.

Grindelwald was speechless, but he didn't care. He sat down opposite Lynn with a relaxed expression.

There was no trace of the gunpowder smell outside the castle here. The two people looking at each other from a distance of several meters seemed to have returned to the conversation they had four years ago.

It’s just that times have changed and people are different.

"I take back what I said before. It's not that you haven't made any progress, but you have made a surprising move." Grindelwald spoke first. "You and I are the same kind of people. We both have extraordinary vision and can see farther than anyone else."

"In that case, why don't you choose the ideal path with me? I will probably die with Albus, just like I allowed the Niffler to steal the Blood Alliance - and you will win everything."

His cheeks became fuller again, no longer as dry as those of an old man, and he seemed to have regained his youth.

It's like...going back fifty years.

"You are still very good at grasping human nature." Lynn leaned against the wall and could vaguely hear the sound of fighting, "Just like the scene I saw eleven years ago." He was not impatient, but methodical.