Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Indeed, this is what we can do at present." Dumbledore's expression eased slightly and he nodded slightly. "Gellert has done a very in-depth study of these dark arts and dark magic items. He is willing to tell us, which will naturally save us a lot of time... In this regard, I am not as good as him."

He walked up to Lynn, looked at the familiar logo on the cover of the manual, and immediately understood what she meant and drew out his wand. He smiled at Lynn who did the same thing, and they both tapped on it at the same time.

"Shh-"

A dazzling white light came on, and the pages of the manual seemed to be blown by a strong wind, flipping through the pages one after another, and stopped at a page in the middle, where a cluster of flames was painted.

Ines stared at the flame pattern in amazement, feeling as if it had come alive and had some special attraction that drew her consciousness out of her body and merged it into it.

Before she could understand what was happening, the attraction suddenly intensified, causing her spirit to fall forward, as if she had entered the Pensieve again, entering a misty world of colors and light in an intense feeling of weightlessness.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she felt the solid ground beneath her feet again. She stood there trembling slightly, looking around, and was surprised to find Lynn and Dumbledore right beside her.

"This is an advanced technique of memory magic. It's more flexible than the Pensieve, but also more difficult to use. However, it's a piece of cake for a peerless wizard like Grindelwald." Seeing that she didn't understand, Lynn explained gently.

"I see..." Inès nodded blankly. This kind of magic, which was extremely difficult and not very practical, was very rare, and she didn't know about it.

But she soon understood everything with her own eyes and ears.

The blurry world gradually became clear, and she found herself standing on a duel field. Not far in front of her stood a tall, straight, handsome middle-aged man.

It was Gellert Grindelwald who he had just met not long ago.

But compared to when he was in Salem, he seemed more mature here, and there was a sense of ease and comfort in his every move, which just suited his beige suit.

"The Fiendfyre is the most destructive and dangerous fire in the world." He spoke in a soothing tone, his voice was not loud but very attractive. "Everyone thinks that its growth and mimicry are the most terrifying things, but I don't think so."

Starting with this, he patiently began to talk about the nature of the fierce fire, going deeper and deeper step by step.

Inès listened attentively, while Lynn and Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about something.

They all knew that Grindelwald said this not to show off his knowledge, nor to boast about his unprecedented and unparalleled attainments in the magic of Fiendfyre.

He was discerning the nature of magic, just as Lynn and Dumbledore had been trying to do.

There are countless paths to explore the peak of magic, and those who can truly hope to reach the top are rare throughout history. He is one of them, and even among this very small number, he has gone far.

His Lihuo is indeed worthy of the title of "The Strongest".

No other wizard throughout history could turn destruction into such an elegant performance and elevate black magic itself to such a romantic level like him.

A small blue flame rose from his palm, exactly as it was on the notebook.

"For powerful wizards, extending life itself is not a problem, but whether or not to live decently is a world of difference - and Horcruxes are undoubtedly the most dishonorable."

There was a sarcastic smile on his face, and he did not hide his contempt for Voldemort.

"There is only one way to construct a Horcrux. Kill a human with the Killing Curse, tear apart their soul with the shattering of the soul, and attach it to an object - it doesn't have to be an object, but it must have magical powers."

He gave Dumbledore a significant look.

"But," before Dumbledore could respond, he suddenly changed the subject and raised his voice a little, "the divided soul does not enter every corner of the Horcrux. It only appears at a specific node - this means that it is not necessary to completely destroy the carrier in order to eliminate the soul hidden inside."

"really!"

Inès shouted excitedly, and her face immediately lit up with joy after receiving a promise from Lynn.

Grindelwald frowned, not very happy with Ines interrupting him, and Ines quickly hid behind Lynn timidly.

Even though she knew that this was not Grindelwald himself, and was at most a memory, she still felt a little scared.

"How do you find this node and destroy it? Do you have any ideas?" Lin En asked in a deep voice, "My flame can't do this, but can the fierce fire do it?"

"Of course the Fiendfyre in the general sense won't work. It will only get out of control and destroy everything that can be destroyed." Grindelwald shook his head, "But that doesn't mean the Fiendfyre itself won't work. Extreme compression can solve many problems. Of course, destruction itself is inevitable, as long as you don't have the means to directly destroy the soul by bypassing the shell."

As he spoke, he lightly snapped his fingers, and the fierce fire in the palm of his palm immediately rose into the air, expanded rapidly, and then quickly shrank into a small and exquisite feather arrow.

The extreme high temperature, the destructive power of black magic, and the disturbance that directly targets the soul, although there is no real entity, its power is still fully displayed in this illusory memory space.

"As for how to find that node, everyone has a different style, but based on my research on Horcruxes in history, there is probably one key point - get close to the energy source, but keep a proper distance."

"Get close but keep a proper distance?" Dumbledore frowned, thinking of the eagle head symbol on the crown and the broken mysterious gem.

"Entering the energy source will consume the soul, just like ice and snow exposed to the sun, but it cannot do without the nourishment of magic. Therefore, keeping a proper distance to steal magic and pollute it is the only option."

Grindelwald said calmly, his solid figure gradually becoming blurred.

The magic power in his body was almost exhausted, and the memories and knowledge given by Grindelwald had been revealed. His mission had been accomplished, along with this illusory space.

At the last moment, he raised his right hand and slowly fell. The arrow in the air broke through the air, passed by the sides of the three people, and disappeared without a trace.

"We have reached an agreement."

The messages in his eyes were as if he were a real person.

"Pong"

The silver-blue flame lit up, and the illusory memory space shattered, leaving only the notebook that returned to silence.

It still stayed on the opened page, but the flame disappeared quietly.

Chapter 190 Helena's Clues

"That is to say, what Fiendfyre can do is to reduce the damage rather than maintain the original appearance."

Sitting on the sofa in the principal's office, Lin En held his chin lightly, slightly disappointed with the result.

After many twists and turns and planning, the two results he obtained, although very valuable, did not satisfy him.

Judging from Grindelwald's description alone, the effect of Fiendfyre is probably better than their previous practice, but there is no way to preserve the integrity of the Horcrux carrier.

His thinking is based on the common sense that "there will definitely be damage", and he hopes to use this as a basis to minimize the damage - from this perspective, the fierce fire is probably stronger than ordinary flames because of its destructiveness.

But considering the sophistication of the founder’s legacy and the special nature of the material, any damage would probably be difficult to repair.

Any destruction is bound to affect the millennia-old magic attached to these magical items.

This cannot but make people act with caution.

Faced with Dumbledore's inquiries and temptations, he did not act rashly, but made a few excuses and left, and even calmly stopped Inès from asking questions.

His reason was very reasonable - to find a place to try out Grindelwald's Fiery Blaze and compare it with the fire spell he was good at.

This made it impossible for Dumbledore to say the words that were on his lips.

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The Room of Requirement transformed into a training ground.

Seeing that no one was around, Ines, who had been accumulating a lot of questions, finally opened her mouth to ask: "Lin En, why didn't you let me speak just now? Shouldn't you ask the principal for help?"

"He and we have a different goal, Inès. You don't know him well enough." Lynn waved his wand and placed two specially made puppets in an open space about ten meters in front of him. "He only wants to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes. He doesn't care much about the legacy of these founders. For a wizard of his level, knowledge, magic, and wealth are not as meaningful as his own plans."

"That's actually the case." Inès was a little nervous, "But what about Helena..."

"Helena has been in contact with Dumbledore longer than I have. She certainly knows what kind of person our headmaster is. And she should be here soon."

Lynn waved his hand leisurely and walked towards the open space under Ines' surprised gaze.

"Pong"

A golden-black magical flame rose from his hand. Different from Grindelwald's Fiendfyre, it lacked the destructive power of black magic and was more agile.

Seeing this, Ines didn't bother to ask any more questions and looked at him intently with bated breath.

"Can you replicate Grindelwald's effect?"

"Not necessarily. This is not a very advanced technique. The difficulty lies mainly in the Fiendfyre itself—it is more difficult to control than ordinary flames, and it is also more difficult to compress."

As he spoke, a steady stream of flames gushed out from his palms and condensed in the air, initially forming the shape of a crossbow arrow, but it looked quite rough and much larger in size.

This is the norm for Fiendfyre - powerful but difficult to control, and only a few can wield him as skillfully as Grindelwald.

Even though Lin En has practiced this magic to its current limit, he is still far less proficient in controlling it than the Fire Spell and Fire Rune that he is good at.

After about ten seconds, the flame accumulated to the limit he could bear. Without staying for a moment longer, it shot towards the specially prepared puppet like an arrow.

"boom--"

A violent explosion sounded, but the puppet did not break into pieces. Instead, a hole the size of a fingertip was left behind, and the surrounding area was charred and covered with traces of burns.

"Okay...eh?"

Inès was about to cheer loudly, but she was shocked by the terrible scorch marks and frowned. With her attainments, she could naturally see the destructive power of the fierce fire just now - even legendary magic items might not be able to remain unscathed in such aftermath.

"It really doesn't work. We have to retain the destructive power of the fierce flame - especially the lethality to special beings at the soul level - while also controlling the power of the flame itself as much as possible?"

Lin En whispered to himself, his fingertips lightly stroked in the air, and the symbol of the Fire Rune emerged. A more condensed and slender rocket took shape instantly, and with a "whoosh" sound, it rushed out and went straight through the abdomen of the other puppet, leaving a hole of the same size.

Effortless.

The same flame is known for its lethality, but the effects are completely different - the only problem may be its effectiveness in destroying souls.

This seems to be a bottleneck that is difficult to overcome in a short period of time.

Just as he was silently thinking, reading the notes left by Grindelwald and considering ways to optimize the Fiercefire Curse, a silver-white shadow quietly emerged from the wall.

Ever since she was summoned by the crown last time, Helena has gained the ability to move freely in and out of the Room of Requirement, and even she herself can't figure out the principle behind it.

"Lovegood said you guys finished talking. How's it going?" she asked. "Did you find a solution?"

"Unfortunately, no. Grindelwald's Fiendfyre can only be considered the last option, and it requires long-term practice." Lynn said, "Did you learn anything?"

"Well...indeed." The cold ghost puffed out his chest proudly, "My mother's statue reminded me of something. It was all thanks to the little girl's eyes. As you said, her eyes are very special."

She looked at the crown in Inès's hand with pride, "I had long suspected that there was a secret in that statue."

"Don't keep me in suspense, Helena. What exactly do you remember? What about the statue?" Ines asked, and Lin En also put down what he was doing and looked at her.

"Okay, okay, you guys are so impatient..." Helena sighed, "It's like this, there is a very secret magical mechanism on the top of my mother's statue. Lovegood helped me find it, and then I somehow regained my memory."

Thinking about it now, she still finds it a little strange.

The vague memories of many things in my life seemed to suddenly flood back like a tide, as if they happened yesterday, clear enough to remember every detail.

She said slowly, "I remember that when Hogwarts was first established, my mother once told me that nothing is immortal, including her crown, but wisdom can last forever, which means that the shape of the crown can also last forever."

"Does that mean the shape of the crown can also last forever?" Lin En frowned. "Are you saying that she is hinting to you that there is a way to repair or even reshape this crown?"

"I think that's what she meant at the time - she always sees further than anyone else and thinks of things they can't think of." Helena nodded vigorously, her eyes full of pride.

The "they" she referred to undoubtedly referred to all of their contemporaries, including the other three members of the Big Four.

The longer time passed after her death, the more she worshipped her mother, almost to the point of deifying her.

Although Lin En did not comment on this statement, he had some new ideas.

He glanced at Inès and said softly, "We can go to the statue and take a look. Maybe we can find something."

If Helena's memory was restored under the stimulation of some kind of magic, then... maybe Rowena Ravenclaw really had a backup plan in the castle or somewhere else.

Even... maybe she is not dead?

Thinking of Hufflepuff's magical attainments, he dared not take anything of the Big Four lightly.

Anything can happen to them.

Chapter 191 Rowena Ravenclaw

It was late at night, and the little wizards had already gone back to their rooms to rest, including the most hardworking fifth and seventh graders.

Every night, Professor Flitwick would personally rush to the common room to settle the anxious little wizards before the exams.

When Lin En and the other two passed through the Eagle Head Passage, Luna was the only one sitting alone in the empty lounge.

The moonlight shone on the spire of the tower, seeped in through the window, and fell right on her shoulder.

"Professor, good evening."

She was not surprised by Lynn's arrival, and she still spoke in the same choir tone, but with a slightly rising pitch.

She seems to be in a good mood.

"Good evening, Luna. Thank you for helping me find Ms. Grey today." Lynn said with a smile. "She said that you helped me find the secret of the statue?"

"I just felt the change in magic power when I was practicing magic. This statue will compete with me for magic power." Luna drew out her wand and skillfully used a little magic that Lynn taught her, as well as Hufflepuff's skills.

Although the standard is not very high, it looks pretty good.

It's not easy for her at her age.