Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Eleven years ago?" Grindelwald frowned.

"It was earlier than you thought, right?" Lin En said with a smile, "At that time, Dumbledore used many secrets to save a person's life and drove me out of Britain. Among them were many people's memories of you."

"No wonder you were able to guess my plan - but it's the same for us. Rosier and the others also brought me a lot of news about you, but they are not as well-informed as you." Grindelwald nodded with relief. "Dumbledore is afraid that you will become the next me?"

"That's why I said he was a foolish old fool, just like Armando Dippet." Lynn sneered, "You are an outstanding leader, so Rozier, Nagel, Carlo and others follow you. You really believe that you are transforming this society and representing justice."

As he spoke, rows of fine runes appeared on the wall. They were inscribed on the wall by Grindelwald stroke by stroke over decades.

It carries his ideals and thoughts—and the future seen by his prophetic eyes.

"You don't approve of us, so what do you think?"

"This is not the most important question." Lin En said, "Let's talk about you first."

"Me? What can I say?"

"You're another Dumbledore."

"This is not funny." Grindelwald's face changed, "He is a traitor to our ideals."

Lin En nodded leisurely: "Maybe, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you all have a deep fear of fate - perhaps even worse than that ancient man."

"the ancients?"

"The one who created this basilisk." Lin En held the basilisk in his palm, "The despicable Herpo, the god-killer Herpo."

Grindelwald stared at Lynn solemnly.

"Do you think you can surpass the future I've seen?"

"Of course I can't do it by myself - I'm not as arrogant and self-deprecating as you, but I believe that the solution to the problem is not your wizard supremacy." Lynn threw the basilisk casually, and it flew towards Grindelwald and was easily caught by him.

"Your ideal is just stagnant, no matter how nice it sounds. The so-called [other value] and [special treatment] are just your cover-up. You are afraid that Muggles will have more power than wizards, and you will raise the butcher knife against wizards, right?"

"I do not deny it, so I want to take the initiative," Grindelwald said, "to defend our freedom and the right to pursue truth and love."

"You are wrong, Grindelwald." Lynn called him by his last name for the first time, and the smile between his eyebrows faded quietly. "The world you want to create has neither freedom nor truth - maybe there is love in your eyes, but I'm not sure."

He pointed at the words on the wall, his words sharp.

"You have no confidence in the future of wizards, so you want to seize the opportunity before Muggle technology breaks through."

"You want to stop the Muggles from progressing because you don't believe wizards can go any further."

"You are a pessimist like Dumbledore. It's just that he chose to maintain the status quo, while you want to break everything and become a ruler."

"I……"

Grindelwald hesitated to speak, for he knew that his theory on "the proper status of wizards" had already been studied in depth and detail by Lynn.

But he did not feel frustrated. Instead, he asked with interest: "What about you? What kind of future do you hope to embrace?"

He exhaled gently towards the wall, and the mist-like magic power awakened the shining magic runes, and a hazy scene appeared before the two of them.

No longer the steel and smoke of World War II, but more destructive weapons.

He has been sitting in Nurmengard Castle for nearly half a century, but he has not slacked off. Instead, he has expanded his predictive ability to the extreme.

But his thinking was not on the same wavelength as Lynn's—far from it, in fact.

Such a scene did not frighten Lynn.

He just said calmly: "I hope to embrace the future you see - let the wisdom of Muggles be used by us, and continue the fearless exploration of wizards to find the truth."

Chapter 186: Road Struggle (Part )

"My speech wasn't completely useless to you, was it? I'd love to hear your vision of the future."

After hearing the content of his speech in Paris, Grindelwald put away his magic, nodded slightly, and listened attentively.

"The future in my eyes is what you ignore." Lynn didn't intend to give a long speech. He just pulled out his wand, tapped the wall lightly, and the magic runes disappeared instantly.

Instead, it was replaced by a name that even Grindelwald remembered deeply.

Leta Lestrange.

"Those creatures and things you think are humble, those unorthodox methods you think are useless, they all have their own ways, and they can also play a role that will surprise you. You should know who I paraphrased this sentence from, right?"

"Newt Scamander."

Grindelwald gritted his teeth and said the name of the person he least wanted to mention in his life.

"I'm not as simple as my senior, although I respect him and the lady who died at your hands." Lynn said, "You are fighting a life-and-death battle of ideas, so I don't have any prejudice against you because of whose death, Gellert. But I am sure you are wrong. Perhaps because of your natural advantage, you can't see the knowledge and wisdom that are useless to you."

"Aren't you? You are more talented than me." Grindelwald asked back, "I can see that you are only one step away from me and Albus, the last step - that will be a wonderful transformation, sooner or later."

"This evaluation is more appropriate to describe Fei." Lin En smiled and shook his head. "I'm just a lucky ordinary person. I can see more remote and marginal things. Wisdom is fair. It does not depend on the strength, but on the depth of the soul. This is what you lack. Your trunk is so lush that the branches seem insignificant."

"You are such a strange guy." Grindelwald thought of some past events. "Even wizards who are far inferior to you would not be so humble. The most suspicious thing is that what you said is actually the truth." He recalled those powerful wizards in the past who dared to confront him even though they were much inferior in strength.

"It's nothing strange, we just have different perspectives, it's that simple."

Lynn took out a roll of parchment and threw it away. "This is my path. Wizards and Muggles, magic and technology are not as clear-cut as you think. The future of wizards does not only have the option of ruling and blocking Muggles. That is real chronic suicide, just like Dumbledore."

"you……"

Grindelwald squinted his eyes, opened the parchment, and looked at it doubtfully.

The conversation ended in silence.

The air was so quiet that it seemed to be frozen, and time seemed to be frozen as well.

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Collich, Dorset.

A beautiful medieval castle stands on a hill, just a few kilometers away, and there is also a unique building.

This is the retreat of famous Magizoologist Newt Scamander and his wife Porpentina.

After half a lifetime of travel, this loving couple enjoys a comfortable country life.

The sudden arrival of guests broke their peace.

"It's still so cozy here, Newt." Dumbledore walked into the house full of magical creatures and said with a smile, "Thank you, Tina, please add more sugar to your tea."

"You haven't been here for a long time, Albus. I guess you have something to ask us today? Just tell me."

The magical zoologist who once traveled around the world with a suitcase of magical creatures is now nearly a hundred years old, with white hair, but his acumen is still as strong as ever.

A cat-nip came quietly, leaped up, and was caught by him deftly - his skills were not what one would expect from his age.

Great wizards always age slowly, like Horace Slughorn.

Dumbledore was not surprised by Newt's frankness. He took off his wizard hat and said straight to the point: "Lynn went to see Gellert. I didn't know what they would say, so I wanted to come and talk to you."

"You still like to control everything." Newt shook his head, took the tea handed to him by his wife and took a sip. "You can't control them. No one can control them, especially with your style."

From a young age, he was one of the few people willing to call Dumbledore out on his quest and call him out on his behavior - especially for his manipulative ways.

"I accept your criticism." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea with a lot of sugar added and squinted his eyes. "Please give me some analysis and suggestions."

"Of course I don't know what these two are thinking, but I still have some suggestions..." Newt thought about it and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, I'll go open the door first. What day is it today? So many people are coming here."

Full of confusion, Newt slowly stood up, put the cat Hobbie on the ground, walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Then he just stood there in a daze.

"What's wrong, Newt, who is coming...!"

Porpentina, who hadn't heard the sound for a long time, rushed over from the kitchen and was about to ask a question, but was also stunned in shock.

"Nagini...?"

It took her a long while to finally call out the other person's name with difficulty.

She was a haggard woman, her appearance was not much different from when she was young, except that there were large snake-skin-like patches all over her body, and she looked shaky.

This tragic scene made Dumbledore, who rushed over after hearing the noise, feel sorry for it.

That is a blood curse, and now it is almost uncontrollable.

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“Boom—Bang!”

On the lawn outside Nurmengard Castle, the violent explosion caused thick smoke to billow, blocking the view, but failed to block out the solid muffled sound.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the black smoke until a strong wind blew past.

Vida Rosier, who was regarded as the leader of the Witch Party, fell heavily to the ground, and his wand flew out of his hand and fell into the hands of Euphemia who was nearby.

The stargazers gathered outside cheered enthusiastically, while the Wukhov Party gathered inside felt like they were trapped in an icy cave, with one side gaining ground while the other side losing ground.

"You lose, Rozier. You can't win."

Standing in front of the old woman, Euphemia had a small wound on her cheek - the mark left by the edge of the spell during the battle.

This is not a life-and-death fight, but it won't leave you unscathed either.

Rozier was injured more seriously and couldn't even stand up.

As Grindelwald's most capable assistant, the shame of failure was even greater than the pain in her body. She clenched her fists and looked towards the tower unwillingly.

The conversation there was also coming to an end.

To be exact, it was Grindelwald who ended his contemplation.

"I'm interested in your idea." He rolled up the parchment again. "Rosier also lost. The winner should have everything. Unfortunately... you are not strong enough now. You are not strong enough to convince me."

"I had expected this to happen, Gellert." Lynn smiled nonchalantly, "I didn't expect to reach any consensus with you. I just want to tell you that you are out of date."

"Outdated?" Grindelwald's face changed.

"Can't you see? My Stargazers are more united and cohesive than your Witch Party, and more intelligent. Most importantly, they are much younger than you." He walked to the window, full of vigor. "Times are changing. You died half a century ago, but you haven't been buried until now, that's all."

"You are such an arrogant boy. You are not just greedy." Grindelwald said in a deep voice, "You haven't reached the level of Albus yet."

"Like you said, it's only a matter of time."

Lin En's expression was half-smile, "If you're not convinced, let's make a bet."

Chapter 187 Bet

"Bet? What do you want to bet with me?" Grindelwald was startled at first when he heard Lynn's provocative proposal, but then he quickly calmed down.

He realized that this might be a plan that Lin En had come up with long ago, and he became more alert.

"Let's bet that within two years, I will defeat you fairly here." Lynn said firmly without any hesitation or ambiguity.

"Two years? You are so confident." Grindelwald took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and clenched it in the air. "You are underestimating me."

The powerful magic power burst out instantly, as deep as the abyss.

Outside the castle, the magic wand that Rosier always wore on his waist flew towards the tower like an arrow.

The atmosphere, which had been slightly relaxed, suddenly became solemn.

The confrontation between the two sides immediately became tense.

The stargazers threw the metal runes carrying the rune magic into the air again, and the surging magic power condensed into mysterious magic symbols.

Euphemia, who was standing at the front, had murderous eyes and raging fires burning beside her. A tall yew tree rose from the ground, faintly connecting to her companions behind her, and her momentum was rising steadily.

Just as she was about to launch a violent attack and wipe out the remaining witch party in front of her, soft magic power spread from the spire of the tower, accompanied by a soft voice.

"Everyone stop and disperse. There is no need to fight."

Lynn and Grindelwald spoke in unison, dispelling the tense atmosphere in the air and also letting the sense of crisis lingering in Rosier's heart quietly fade away.

She covered her injured abdomen and looked at Euphemia with fear.

The burning fire has been extinguished, and the hazy world tree has disappeared without a trace, but the oppressive feeling that lingers on the soul has not yet dissipated.

At that moment just now, she actually had a premonition that her life was in danger.

This is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying character.