Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

In her eyes, the danger level of this young witch increased again.

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"Purple Rune, World Tree... I see. I knew you had another card." Grindelwald on the high tower was like an old fox whose plan had succeeded. He picked up his wand with a smile and swung it deftly in the air a few times.

Although he hadn't used this original wand for sixty or seventy years, it still seemed to be as handy as ever - even more handy than the old wand, giving him even more power.

But he did not indulge in the powerful magic that returned. Instead, he casually threw it to Lin En and said softly, "I will give it to you for safekeeping temporarily, as compensation for the offense. If you can hold on for another two years."

"Two years is enough. I'll come back to you with it when the time is right." Lin En put it away and said calmly, "Now it's time to talk about the stakes. How much do you want to bet?"

"As long as it's a bet, there's no point in playing small games. Let's go for the biggest bet." Grindelwald waved his hand, and complex runes reappeared on the wall. "If I win, you will inherit my legacy and help me create an ideal world. If you win, the winner takes all, and I can accept any request you make."

"You really are a born gambler. Are you going to sell out your lifelong ideals and all these people outside?" Lin En asked with a smile.

Grindelwald said matter-of-factly: "They chose loyalty."

"They are my like-minded partners, and you only have subordinates who obey you." Lin En shook his head, "I will not make such a decision for them."

"You still don't understand human nature well enough. They will be happy for you to make the decision." Grindelwald said, "This is the risk you must take. Everything has a price. This is for the greater good."

When he relaxed, he had a kind of grace similar to that of a dancer. "You are a loyal and kind friend, a talented wizard, but not a good leader. You want too much, but you are not willing to pay the price."

His hunched back was completely straight, even slightly taller than Lynn's.

"There is no war of the undead, and there is no free lunch, unless you are an omniscient and omnipotent God, but unfortunately, there is no God in this world. You will know everything about the monster and the Horcrux - this is my sincerity."

He stared into the amber eyes in front of him, trying to find the answer in them.

It was as if he was silently stating the idea that "we are all one kind of people", which had taken root and grown in his mind for many years.

What responded to him was a deeper tranquility, and after a long time, a sense of certainty.

"You said it, Gellert. We are people who keep our promises."

"...?"

Grindelwald blinked.

He caught a glimpse of cunning in Lynn's eyes.

It's like... falling into an extremely tight spider web.

He suddenly realized that the young man in front of him did not seem to be a kind-hearted guy from the beginning to the end.

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A moment later, outside the castle gate.

The two men walked out of the cage side by side, marking the end of the confrontation.

The Stargazers and the Witch Party, who had just been confronting each other, quickly dispersed and evacuated, and the complex magic shrouding the castle was also lifted.

Apart from a few traces of fighting, it was as if nothing had happened.

There was no confrontation, no wizard's gathering.

Soon, when Brian and Victor, who were the last to leave, also turned into shadows, the only ones left of the originally powerful two sides were Rosier and Euphemia, who were standing behind them respectively.

After taking a few breaths of the long-lost fresh air and basking in the sun after a long absence, Grindelwald turned around again and returned to the castle where he had imprisoned himself for nearly fifty years.

Rozier followed him with a staggering gait, and the occasional sound came from afar.

I can't hear it clearly, but I can guess the general idea without listening.

"Let's go too. You've worked hard today, Fei."

Lin En wanted to hold her hand, but he raised it at the moment before contact, and lightly touched the small wound on her cheek with his fingertips.

The healing flame flickers briefly, delivering warm comfort.

He then smiled with satisfaction and left hand in hand with his girlfriend who had arranged everything herself.

The phantom passed by, and in the blink of an eye they had arrived at a remote town - so small that there was no mark on the map.

"Did he agree?" Euphemia asked softly as they strolled down the street. "I thought the talks had broken down and you were going to have a fight."

"This handsome old man really has a lot of plans, just as Victor said, but it's not beyond our expectations." Lin En nodded, "He just wants to show off his muscles."

"That's good. Do you want to tell everyone?" Smiling, she took Lin En's arm and spoke in a gentle tone.

In the small town with a slow pace of life, people passing by did not find anything unusual about the two people's intimate behavior. Instead, they gave them friendly smiles.

“Of course, but apart from Brian and the others, you have to be selective in telling others - the real details can be told after I can deal with those three people... or after you can deal with them.” Lynn said half-jokingly, causing a burst of grumbles.

In the pocket of his robe, a torn booklet swayed slightly as he walked, exuding fluctuations of magical power.

Herein lies Gellert Grindelwald's most profound magical knowledge.

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"This is... a basilisk?!"

In the castle, Rosier's screams echoed along the corridor into the distance.

Grindelwald, feeling that he had been tricked, was not the type to suffer any loss.

Chapter 188 The Unkillable Monster

As night fell, Lin En, who had spent half a day in an unknown Central European town, said goodbye to Euphemia and returned to Hogwarts after many twists and turns.

Dumbledore had been waiting in the headmaster's office for a long time and was quite surprised to see Lin En coming alone.

"Euphemia didn't come with you? I thought she would be interested too." He asked with some regret. "Inès will be here too, you should invite her."

"She's not very interested in this memory, and she has classes tomorrow," Lynn said. "Ines should be here soon, she's gone to get the crown."

He slowly poured the memories in the small glass bottle into the meditation basin, where they merged with the hazy silver-white substance and slowly spread.

Dumbledore nodded and waited for a moment. Inès, who was running out of breath, appeared at the door of the office, holding the Ravenclaw crown tightly in her arms.

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The memories in the Pensieve were as hazy as ever.

The first half was exactly the same as what we had seen before, from the outskirts of the town of Salem to the deep and gloomy cave.

Inès, who saw these scenes for the first time, was so shocked that her mouth couldn't close and she kept screaming, but Lynn and Dumbledore, who had witnessed the whole process, seemed very calm.

It was not until the fierce fire that shot up into the sky was ignited again and the blue flames conveyed a breath of destruction that different looks flashed in the eyes of the two men.

Dumbledore missed her, while Lynn admired her.

Grindelwald, who is in his forties, is almost reaching his peak.

At least as far as Li Huo is concerned, it has reached the pinnacle.

Lin En also mastered the advanced fire spell, but he pales in comparison to him.

The burning blue flame seemed to have a life of its own, and under the guidance of Grindelwald's elegant swing of his staff, it wrapped around the entire body of the deer-headed monster.

Even if it was just in memory, Lynn could feel the monster's heart-wrenching pain.

It quickly awoke from its slumber and struggled hard against the chains.

As it roared, dark magic power surged out of its body, resisting the burning flames.

This is a long struggle.

Lynn and Dumbledore also found it difficult to understand how the unique magic could resist the Fiendfyre.

It didn't even seem like magic, but some special life structure.

Even when Grindelwald was exhausted, and the black magic chains that bound him were almost burned through by the fierce fire, the monster's life force was still tenacious - although it looked riddled with holes, its breath was still strong.

This inevitably made him, who had always been successful, feel a little frustrated and annoyed. Even if he was just observing from a distance from a third-person perspective, he could feel it very clearly.

But this did not exceed Lin En's expectations. He had heard about false gods from the dying Helbo and had personally dealt with such monsters.

It turns out that these strange beings are extremely tenacious, and even seem to be "unkillable", unless they are...

He thought of the "Blood of Herbo" that was still being studied by Nicolas Flamel. Perhaps this dagger with a terrible curse attached to it could really work.

"Lin...Lin...what on earth is this monster?" Inès walked up to him tremblingly, her voice trembling slightly, "Why even Grindelwald...?"

In the past few months since she came to Hogwarts, she had witnessed more horrific realities than in the previous thirty years.

This couldn't help but frighten her.

"Grindelwald is not omnipotent, Inès," Dumbledore said. "This monster has a very special nature, Lynn. Do you think it is a bit like..."

"Voldemort, right?" Lynn nodded. "It is indeed somewhat similar, but it is fundamentally different because it is not a soul. Even if it is Voldemort, as long as he has a body, he will still die - at least he will lose his magic power and become a wandering soul."

He walked up to Grindelwald and observed him closely as he waved his wand and muttered to himself. "I heard about something similar in an ancient ruin. It is said that Fiendfyre and Basilisk were useless against them. But if it is Grindelwald, it may be different."

As soon as he finished speaking, Grindelwald, who looked tired, suddenly perked up. The magic power in his body surged unprecedentedly, and the fierce fire spread around him, turning into a blue circle of fire.

Then, the black magic power in the air seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. It dissipated and turned into nutrients for the fire circle, gathering into a blue and white fire dragon that soared into the sky.

That was the ultimate of fierce fire, as lively and vivid as if it had its own life.

For the first time, a look of fear appeared on the face of the deer-headed monster. It burst out with all its might, and even nearly broke the chains of magic power, but in the end it could not move at all.

Dumbledore subconsciously took a few steps forward and blocked the two behind him. His expression was solemn and dignified. Even he forgot that this was in the memory of the Pensieve and subconsciously drew out the Elder Wand.

A deafening explosion sounded, and the flames, magic power, and even the dark shell were all shattered and annihilated in the collision.

Grindelwald stood there panting, laughing loudly and wantonly, but his laughter soon stopped.

He was surprised to find that the black magic chains had not disappeared, and the disintegrated body of the monster was still gathering together in pieces.

At this moment, the silent people of the Magic Congress quickly arrived, and tiny black chains flew out from their wands, locking up all the magic power that had no time to return to the body.

This was a magic that Grindelwald had never seen before, but it plundered nearly half of the monster's body and sealed it in a silver-white metal jar.

The deer-headed monster, which was severely injured, did not move at all, as if it was dead.

But everyone can feel the vitality within it, which is restrained yet tenacious and amazing.

Just as Grindelwald was about to go forward to find out what was going on, a violent explosion suddenly sounded in the cave behind him—groups of Aurors rushed in, carrying the unconscious Rosier with them.

This shocked the Silents. They did not expect that the Aurors would unilaterally initiate the arrest without communicating with the Department of Mysteries at all.

Grindelwald was furious as never before.

Even though he was exhausted from the fierce battle with the deer-headed monster and his most capable assistant was knocked down first, he was ultimately not someone that ordinary wizards could fight against with the Elder Wand in his hand.

After a fierce battle, the Aurors, who suffered heavy losses, were ultimately unable to capture this powerful dark wizard who had become a nightmare to Europe. They watched helplessly as the wounded wizard recaptured his unconscious assistant, uttered some harsh words, and turned into a dark phantom and walked away.

This was a secret that Lin En didn't know. From the look in Dumbledore's eyes, he seemed to be completely unaware of it, and even had a bit more resentment towards the Magic Congress.

"It seems that he didn't sneak into the MACUS just for Aurelius." Dumbledore said with a sigh, "I rarely see him so embarrassed."

“Maybe,” Lin En said noncommittally, looking around patiently, “This memory doesn’t seem to be over yet. He wants to…!”

"I know Albus is watching with you, kid. These monsters can't be killed by ordinary means, not even Fiendfyre. You need to find a new way."

Grindelwald's voice sounded out of nowhere, echoing in the ears of the three people. The Aurors and the Unspoken on the ground stopped their actions at the same time - the memory scene ended there.

"All I can tell you is that it is neither flesh nor soul, but something different from any life we ​​have ever seen - a special species."

As soon as the words fell, the space of memory suddenly became dark, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness returned.

Chapter 189 Fiendfyre and Horcruxes

"Lynn, maybe we should find some time to go see this monster in person."

When his consciousness returned to his body, Dumbledore's face was as gloomy as water. The evil creature that even Grindelwald could not kill was extremely unfamiliar to him, and unfamiliarity meant danger.

Just as Lin En was about to speak, she heard the frightened Ines say, "Principal, please allow me to interject. Based on the magic I left on the monster, it's probably not in Salem."

"What did you say?" Dumbledore, who was about to sit down, was stunned.

"That's not surprising, Headmaster. He told me." Lynn said calmly, "He went there specially after he escaped from prison. The chains are already very fragile and could break at any time. There is no doubt that this kind of magic would not be set up by those good-for-nothings in the Magic Congress."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks to you."

"There is no need to discuss it for now. If Grindelwald can't kill this guy, even if you do it yourself, I'm afraid there will be no other results. It's best not to alert the enemy." Lin En took out the manual that Grindelwald gave him from the pocket of his robe, "Why not study the Fiendfyre he gave me and his conjecture about the Horcruxes first."

"Right, right, right!" Speaking of Horcruxes, Inès, who was holding the crown, immediately became excited. "Destroying the Horcruxes of the Dark Lord is the most important thing! And repairing the crown."