Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

It's just rougher, more cruel and more costly.

Sparks of anger spread in his heart, and the hawthorn wood wand, which was in tune with his mind, also shared the same hatred. Sparks of fire emerged from the tip of the wand, and the surging magic power rose steadily. The World Tree rose from the ground with his body as its base.

"You are just a fool who only knows how to sacrifice and plunder like primitive people and never knows how to open your eyes to see the world. Today is the day you die!"

Lin En moved. His body rose quickly into the air like an arrow shot from a bow. With the blessing of magic power, his tall figure was like a towering yew tree, straight and tall, as if it could pierce through the world.

The magic book behind him flipped open with a "swish", revealing a brand new page.

The strange yet familiar code made the monster feel uneasy. It seemed to realize something, and its dancing tentacles attacked the air at the same time with such force that it seemed to smash Lin En into dust on the spot.

But Lynn just looked at him coldly, moving his wand in front of him, outlining clear rune symbols.

"Surisaz."

As calm as a judge sitting high in the sky making a verdict, the crystal blue light curtain covered the sky and crushed down.

The protective rune magic was just like its name "thorns". Even a golden hammer shadow could be seen faintly.

"boom--"

A violent explosion sounded, the tentacles of magic collapsed, and a shocking wave of magic spread from the point of collision, instantly sweeping across the entire cave. The forces of evil and purity were annihilated in the interweaving, and even Dumbledore widened his eyes in surprise.

The false god Les, who was determined to win, let out an incredible scream.

"This is impossible!" It struggled to gather new magic power, trying to regroup, "How can a little kid like you, whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, have such power?! Go to hell!"

For the first time, its eyes, which contained only arrogance and madness, revealed a murderous intent - this was a sense of crisis that was ingrained in its bones.

Dumbledore obviously would not give him this chance. He raised his old wand with all his strength, and the blazing fire was like the god of fire descending to the earth.

The most powerful wizard in the world rose up in anger, and even the legendary god of death had to retreat.

The parchment on the magic book turned to ashes, and the indifferent and terrifying vertical pupil fell again. This time, without a shield, it fell directly on the monster's body.

"what!--"

The shrill howl was full of resentment. This familiar pain reminded it of the shame of the past.

Tonatiuh, the sun god and god of war from Aztec mythology, this power derived from faith and nature has undergone a qualitative change after countless superpositions and reappearances.

The solid body was shattered, and the evil soul was like being exposed to the sun, suffering torture every minute and every second.

But it still showed no signs of death, even though it was burned by fire and devoured by curses.

It simply opened its eyes, roared and shouted, "You can't kill me! I am immortal!"

But soon, its roar stopped abruptly in fear.

"Immortal? An unkillable monster?"

Lin En's figure fell from the sky and landed only a few meters away from the monster. The jeweled golden dagger fell from his sleeve and was tightly held in his hand.

"Shhh"

The sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the aura of death and destruction could no longer be blocked.

“How could you…!”

"There is no such thing as immortality in this world." Lin En threw the dagger up and suspended it in the air, stretching his arms. The boiling magic power blocked all attempts to resist, "Because the meaning of life is that it will eventually stop."

The dagger flew out of the air, carrying with it ancient dark magic and the rage of the oldest dark wizard.

"puff--"

Chapter 211: False Gods Are Just Living Things

The sharp blade pierced through the body without any trace of blood.

The tiny wound is insignificant compared to its huge body.

However, the false god who had been chattering away just now suddenly became as miserable as if he had lost his parents.

"How could you?! Damn it!——"

"Bam—"

After a series of teeth-grinding "squeaking" sounds, a huge black unidentified substance fell off its body and fell heavily to the ground.

Then, the smell of withering and decay emanated from this disembodied substance, as if it had been eroded for thousands of years.

This is not the magic power that was casually discarded in the past, but the true body of the false god.

The momentum dropped instantly, the unwilling and resentful eyes, even the false god who claimed to be cunning and lying could not hide his anger and fear, and the lie of "unkillable" was shattered.

Even though he had made a heroic effort to cut off his own arm, beneath the calm surface his body was still surging with undercurrents - it was fighting against the power of time, as if it had encountered a natural enemy that had long been extinct.

The magic power in Rice's body began to become restless, and it almost broke out of his body. He was so angry that he wanted to tear Lin En into pieces and eat him.

It must destroy the dagger that hurt it.

But no one will give it such a chance.

The dagger that pierced through the body was like a nimble flying bird, drawing a tricky arc, bypassing the huge and clumsy "divine body", treating the incoming magic power as nothing, and returning to Lin En's hand. Even the magic power on the surface did not show any sign of attenuation or weakening.

"It really works." Lin En lowered his head and looked at the dagger that was as shiny as new. Although he was reluctant to use such a weapon that he had not fully mastered, he had to admit that the magic that Helbo cast on his Horcrux was beyond the times.

In principle alone, it is similar to his own grimoire - this is the true wrath of Helbo, forged with the blood and even death of false gods.

"Don't you ever think about—"

"Drink! Stop it!"

Before it could launch a counterattack, Dumbledore's powerful roar was heard.

In the raging fire that obscured everything, a thin red light shot out from the tip of the staff.

Inès' curse followed like a shadow, landing precisely on the part that had just been severely injured, smoothly and effortlessly.

Before the newly formed magical tentacles could wreak havoc, they were forced to turn into shields in the face of a great sense of crisis, blocking the red light that was almost imperceptible in the eyes of the false god but carried the power of destruction.

There was no sound, no explosion.

The menacing dark magic collapsed and disappeared in the face of Dumbledore's attack, as if it had never appeared.

The body, which had not been completely destroyed by any spell, experienced unprecedented material destruction.

It was a creation of Godric Gryffindor, but it was truly developed and developed in the hands of Dumbledore.

Death is approaching step by step, and even the monster who claims to be a god is afraid.

The ferocious deer head shrank rapidly, and at the same time, its body, which had grown huge as it expanded, also withered.

In the blink of an eye, the false god as big as a mountain of flesh disappeared, and the excess magic power was like a volcano about to erupt, blocking its remaining body and the three people.

"Be careful! That's how it ran away last time! Protect everyone!"

Dumbledore shouted, and the flames instantly subsided, and a rock-solid magic barrier enveloped the three of them.

At the same time, the cave walls, which had already shown cracks during the battle, began to break, revealing pieces of red-gold unknown substance that flickered faintly under the firelight, with magic power flowing and emitting a dangerous aura.

"You will be buried with my forbidden garden, you foolish wizards!"

"boom--"

Before he finished speaking, the boiling magic power was completely detonated, and along with it, the curse that was corroding life like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the red-gold stone that had infiltrated the wall at some point also exploded.

At that moment when danger seemed to have not yet arrived, the whole world seemed to be torn apart by the restless magic.

Fire? Rock? Something else?

Inès, hiding behind Dumbledore, felt her perception go blank and the world suddenly became quiet.

She instinctively clenched the wand in her hand, covered her head with her arms, and screamed without knowing whether there was any sound - at least she couldn't hear it herself.

Then, the whole world became blurred. It was a terrible attack, much more powerful than any spell she had ever seen. It was a force enough to tear apart space.

Even Dumbledore had to be on high alert and use all the magic power he had accumulated over the past hundred years.

This was a far more terrifying self-destruction than the last duel. Even his magic was in danger of breaking.

The phoenix stood between him and Inès, and its fiery red magic power turned into an indestructible barrier.

The scorching wind told him that the hill had probably disappeared, blown away and shattered.

The deep blue eyes tried to find the figures of the false god and Lin En through the fire and darkness of the explosion, but it was in vain.

All he could hear was a buzzing sound in his ears, the product of his hearing being temporarily deprived by the deafening explosion.

But he could feel a magical power, not as evil as the false god, nor as vast as Lin En's usual magic, but inconspicuous but extremely pure, like a meteor flashing in the dark night.

The next moment, the world before my eyes suddenly became clear, and a belated sound came to my ears.

What came into Dumbledore's sight was a towering yew tree - only now it was riddled with holes, almost breaking under the rolling attack, but it still stood tall on the ground.

Cold frost spread around it, and ice cones quietly condensed, serving as both a defense and a way to switch from defense to offense.

Rice's physique was no different from that of an ordinary person at this time. He was fleeing like the wind and was about to escape into the vast world.

"Where are you running to?!"

The roar mixed with fatigue and anger drowned out the explosions and burning, and also drowned out the witch's screams.

The ice cones in the sky were filled with anger, and traces of blood oozed from the corners of Lin En's mouth.

Purple Shirt Rune suffered severe damage, and his body also paid the corresponding burden and price.

Pain, fatigue, emptiness... He hadn't felt so miserable for several years. The last time was in faraway Central Asia.

Looking at the false god who was trying to escape, his murderous intent was pure and intense, and even Dumbledore felt a chill run down his spine.

Before he could help, the burning parchment had already released unprecedented magical power.

In a split second, the old man only had time to see that this seemed to be one of the three front ones, the oldest and the most dangerous.

In just a flash of thought, countless silver-white chains rushed out from everywhere visible to the naked eye, turning into a net that covered the fleeing false god.

"This..." Dumbledore's eyes widened. He had seen this magic before, but never in such a powerful form.

It was completely different from the one used to capture Tom in the past. Even a powerful wizard like him felt the danger.

There was no room for resistance. Rice, who had consumed most of his magic power in the self-explosion, was crushed before he even had time to react, and was then nailed to the ground by countless ice spikes.

Invisible chains blocked the magic power, making the struggle futile - it was like returning to the cage in the mountain.

Only this time, death has loomed like a shadow.

"Whoosh-"

A slight sound of breaking air came from far away.

"No! I'm immortal-!"

"puff"

The sharp blade penetrated into the head, locking the unwilling roar into the stomach.

"Uh……"

The ruthless time accompanied by the curse flows faster in its body.

"God? Immortal? Unkillable? None of that matters. What matters is that if I say I'm going to kill you, you'll die."

Lynn said calmly as he walked up to Les, who seemed to be losing air and falling into decline and destruction.

The power that had allowed it to thrive for thousands of years could only give it a brief moment of survival - a few minutes at most.

The long life will inevitably come to an end in the unimaginable passage of time.

There is nothing immortal in this world, not even the planet beneath their feet.

At the last moment, the only thing left in its eyes was the wizard who it had once wanted to win over but now hated to the core.

"I...curse...you...!"

A deep and dark light shone from its eyes, carrying infinite hatred.

Chapter 212: The End of Heresy

"Lynn! Watch out!"