Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lynn tapped her forehead with the magic wand, the grey light dissipated, and the powerful witch fell to the ground as if she had shed a layer of skin.

"Perfect tracking, Ines, leave the rest to us." Gently wiping away the sweat on Ines' forehead, Lynn grabbed her arm, and the magic power in his body began to surge. "Hurry up, Principal, that bastard might run away."

Before he finished speaking, a phantom enveloped him and Inès' bodies. Under the gaze of a group of Aurors and strikers, they quickly disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only an astonishingly huge amount of magic power.

Even if it was just the aftermath, it was already far beyond the cognitive limits of these Magical Congress law enforcers.

"turn out to be……"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the scene that morning, "No wonder..."

Shaking his head silently, he looked in Thurmond's direction again and disappeared.

The next time it appeared was in the highlands of northwestern Connecticut, the Berkshire Mountains.

According to the records of the Magical Congress, a powerful wizard tribe is hidden in this undulating hilly area.

Just over a hundred years ago, they had clashed with the No-Maj's and had also had many disputes with the Magical Congress - this was a continuation of the grudges from several centuries ago.

And today, guests from afar have once again disrupted the tranquility of this vast and sparsely populated land.

Chapter 209: The Forbidden Land

Connecticut was once inhabited by Indians before the arrival of European immigrants. The original meaning of the Indian word is "tidal river basin".

Today, there are not many original residents here, but it has become one of the richest and most developed regions in the world.

Even among wizards who have many barriers with the No-Maj society, a considerable proportion live in this area.

Its northwest is a highland also known as the Berkshire Mountains, dotted with lakes and known as the Lake District.

The place where Lin En and the other two appeared was right next to a small lake, scaring away many small animals that were drinking water.

Inès gulped down a bottle of potion to restore her strength, and when she looked up, she saw the mountain peaks, weathered by years, at the end of her sight.

"It's nearby, be careful... there are more than just monsters!" Her rapid breathing made her chest heave violently.

"It has already started, be careful."

Lynn raised his wand, and a silver-blue ribbon spurted out, wrapping around Inès' waist and bringing her behind him.

Dumbledore also walked out of the woods, with a long-lost look of anger on his old face.

"There are actually places like this, and such behavior."

The Elder Wand was raised high, and the terrifying magic power that conquered death rushed straight into the sky, completely blocking the space within a radius of several kilometers.

"You've forced it into a corner," Lin En said bluntly. "It's good this way. It can't run away. But... this bastard's tactics are quite interesting."

He looked around aimlessly. Under the stimulation of Dumbledore's magic, the entire space underwent changes.

It can be said that it has completely changed.

The lake water turned dark, the trees turned dry, the sky was covered with a thick fog, and even the wild animals that had just been drinking water by the lake changed their appearance - they were not animals at all, but twisted and strange creatures.

The name of heresy is apt to its nature. This is a forbidden area where the true body of the false god descends.

"What is this?" Inès nervously gripped her wand, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

She felt as if the whole world was rejecting her, and even her magic power began to sluggish with every breath she took.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Lynn didn't seem nervous. Instead, he took a deep breath with interest and waved his wand. Several twisted and charging strange creatures were turned into ashes by the magic power.

"A very strange black magic, maybe it's something this monster relies on?"

Strands of black magic seeped into his body with his breathing, paralyzing his senses and corroding his internal organs. This kind of magic made him curious, but he didn't take it seriously.

For someone of his level, the damage caused by this erosion is almost negligible.

It's like an ant trying to bite an elephant to death. It's not impossible, but it's also a bit far-fetched - especially for Dumbledore, who strolled leisurely in the garden, as if he was not affected at all.

But looking at Ines who looked troubled, and knowing that she had been drained of a lot of strength by the previous curse magic, Lynn still took out a few thumb-sized glass bottles and threw them to Ines and Dumbledore.

There wasn't much potion in the small bottle, it was a bright light gold color, just the right amount for one mouthful.

"Gudu"

"I feel much better!"

Ine tilted his head back without hesitation and swallowed the potion. The faint feeling of rejection did not subside, but the stagnation in his body was swept away.

"Nice potion, Taylor's potion? It seems his level is close to Severus'." Dumbledore also praised.

"Alex will one day become a better pharmacist than Snape." Lynn said calmly, waving his wand repeatedly, and all the black monsters that surrounded him from all directions were annihilated under the light of the patronus. "Let's not talk nonsense. Since Mr. Rice has given us such an interesting gift, Principal, it's time for you to take action, right?"

"Of course, I think so too. Please stay closer to me."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and beckoned the two men to come closer. When they stood on his left and right, the slender old wand suddenly lit up with a red light.

"Compared to dark magic like Fiery Flame, I prefer white magic. God of Fire, lead the way!"

The old voice was full of energy, and a raging fire ignited as the words fell, and in an instant it rushed straight into the sky.

"boom--"

The dark forbidden area melted quickly like ice and snow under the sun.

The lake, the dead trees, the sky... everything was completely annihilated, and the clear sky reappeared above our heads.

The road ahead is smooth.

A deep cave appeared at the junction of the jungle and the mountain.

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“Do you think these black monsters in the sewers like caves?” Lin En, who was using the Light Spell to illuminate the two people behind him, said half-jokingly, “Just like rats hiding in corners or sewers.”

"Perhaps it is not appropriate to use mice. Many people like this kind of pet." Dumbledore said.

The relaxed state of the two of them also infected Inès, allowing her to gradually let go of the tension in her heart and the restraint caused by the feeling of rejection, and she pursed her lips and smiled lightly a few times.

But soon, she stopped laughing.

Because the cave came to an end, the scene before her completely refreshed her bottom line.

“…Damn it.”

She subconsciously clenched her wand and looked forward through the gap between Lynn and Dumbledore.

There, hundreds of wizards in golden and red robes were lying on the ground in all directions. There were also many wizards wearing eagle feather crowns around them. Their ethnic costumes indicated that they should be the indigenous people of the Indian tribe living in seclusion in the highlands. There were also dozens of them.

Blood flowed from the chest of each of them, the breath of life had long since faded, and even their bodies had become dry.

In mid-air, a hideous black skull released endless deep magical power.

This is a cruel ritual, and every dead wizard is nourishment - no, it should be said that it is burnt firewood.

Their flesh, blood, and souls became nutrients for the monster that was lurking in the center of the cave, whose body was as big as a hill, and became a footnote to this purgatory-like space.

What's even more terrifying is that until this moment, there are still wizards with wooden expressions walking out from behind the monsters, allowing the tentacle-like black magic to pierce their chests, like puppets, with silly smiles on their faces until their death.

They called out the god's title, half of which was "Les" and half of which was incomprehensible Indian language.

"Are you here? Wizards." The monster opened his eyes and said calmly, "You can't kill me."

It was said so naturally, as if it were stating an irrefutable truth.

"There is really nothing rude about calling you a monster, you ugly creature." Looking at the huge and somewhat illusory deer head, Lin En's eyes sank. He neither shouted loudly nor spoke harshly. His expression was calm.

But Ines, who knew him well, knew that this was perhaps his angriest state.

Because she felt the same way.

It has nothing to do with mercy or morality. Simply the sympathy between the same kind is enough to arouse the anger in their hearts.

"It was my fault that I failed to bring death to you last time." Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded, and at the same time, a blue flame appeared. "I will not let the same mistake happen twice. You must pay the price for your ugly behavior."

The phoenix soared into the sky, shedding crystal tears.

The empty cave echoed with dirges, covering the crackling of the flames.

Chapter 210 The meaning of life is based on the fact that it will eventually stop

"It's no use, wizard. You can't kill me, like you did last time."

Under the scorching flames, the dead wizards turned into ashes, and the living dead who had been completely brainwashed turned into puppets of false gods.

The scorching heat almost melts the surrounding rocks.

Dumbledore's Fiendfyre is very powerful. Even if he is not as powerful as Grindelwald, he is no less powerful than anyone else.

But the deer-headed monster still didn't show any reaction, and was even more relaxed than the last time he fought against it.

Dumbledore's expression was solemn. He increased the power of the flame again and mobilized all his magic power to the limit through the Elder Wand.

"You can hurt my clone, but in my forbidden garden, none of you can do anything to me. As long as you can't kill me, power, life, everything is nothing but clouds in my eyes, just some food to eat."

Rice boasted proudly, then waved his octopus-like magic tentacles and smashed them towards the three people.

"boom--"

"This is the realm of God. You mortals are nothing more than my food and slaves!"

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the flames retreated.

"I have no interest in you, a half-dead wizard, but I want to thank you for sending me such a high-quality servant." It was not in a hurry to attack, but while resisting the fierce fire, it looked at Lin En with full interest.

"Remember what I said last time? If you figure it out, you can call on my divine name, Lais. I will grant you everything - as long as you are willing to offer your loyalty."

Its voice was still melodious, yet gentle and genderless.

Sound waves contain magic, which is the magic of the soul and the power to bewitch people.

But Lynn just silently cast a protective magic on Inès and stood in the corner watching the fight between the two sides.

"You are the reason why I stay here and wait. Throw yourself into the arms of God, and the Supreme Lord will forgive your sins and grant you supreme glory and power! If you refuse, decay and death will be your only destination!"

The huge deer head shrank slightly as the magic power was consumed, and a human-like expression appeared on its face.

Hidden beneath the gentle persuasion is an arrogance more disgusting than Voldemort's.

It is like looking at a species lower than itself, looking at food, or even looking at a bug.

"Lynn," Dumbledore took back Fiendfyre and drew a small circle in the air with the Elder Wand. "This is what happened in the last battle. Fiendfyre can't kill it. We should change our strategy."

"I think so too, so... let this guy who has been sealed into an idiot see the power of a wizard."

Lynn walked forward cooperatively, followed closely by Inès. The short magic wand held in her white hand looked a little funny, but the cursed light emanating from the tip of the wand could not be underestimated.

"Well said, God of Fire will lead the way!"

Dumbledore was full of fighting spirit, and his movements were no longer as elegant as those of his old friend whom he had been imitating. Instead, they became vigorous and powerful, with his hair and beard fluttering as he danced his limbs, like an old but still powerful lion.

Suddenly, it was as if Godric Gryffindor had come back to life, filled with the heroic spirit of a man standing alone against ten thousand enemies.

"call--"

In an instant, the raging fire that shattered the forbidden area rose again. It was a kind of extreme form of fire, pushing the absolute temperature and power to the limit. It did not have the evil and weirdness of black magic, but instead spread out the dignified power of magic.

"Varied……!"

Although he had sensed it before, he still felt tremendous pressure after experiencing it personally, as the false god named after lies.

It's not a life-threatening situation, but a huge sense of oppression.

"Withered!"

After a long period of preparation, Inès' curse finally came into effect. This was her most powerful magic, and it was enough to defeat any powerful opponent.

The dark light was like the limbs of a monster, only with a sharper edge.

Although it was an invisible magic power, it was like a sharp spear that pierced through the sky and earth, piercing straight into the monster's forehead, attaching the breath of death to its towering body like a mountain.

"Hmm... damn little guy... try this!"

The powerful blows that followed one after another made the false god, who had been repeatedly frustrated in the past few months, furious. It waved its tentacles condensed from the most evil magic power, and the skull in the air also turned from dark to green, which made Lin En feel somewhat familiar.

This seemed somewhat similar to the evil, soul-stealing dark magic performed by Bellatrix.