Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

[The "immortality" characteristic should be derived from the body composition, and perhaps information can be mined through Muggle observation methods. ]

[The conjecture about the seventh-level magic is biased, and the key element is speculated to be "extreme." ]

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He had to record and analyze the information obtained during the battle in a timely manner, which was his usual style.

Before his eyes appeared rows of data and text that only he could see.

The progress, which had been stagnant for a long time, has made great progress compared to before the New Year. Although we can’t say that victory is in sight, it can be regarded as a phased breakthrough.

This was thanks to the research of stargazers and young wizards, and his own accumulation of knowledge during his research on Hufflepuff Notes, Ravenclaw Magic Circuits and Helper's Wrath.

Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindelwald, and other monsters that were unheard of in the previous life but whose strength should not be underestimated - the time left for him to improve his strength is neither too little nor too much.

Just as Grindelwald said in Nurmengard Castle, compared to Euphemia and Stargazer, his level as a leader has become a real shortcoming.

This gave him a great sense of urgency and made him more motivated than before.

Before I knew it, I heard a faint breathing sound behind me.

Then came the familiar warmth and softness.

"I knew you were going to stay up all night again."

The murmurs accompanied by the hot air blow against my ears, just like the feathers of a phoenix gently brushing against my heart.

The night in the ancient tomb was very peaceful, and the moonlight outside was also... not very beautiful.

The fierce sound of gunfire broke the tranquility that should have belonged to the night.

The already barren land was once again stained with blood and shrouded in the breath of death.

Chapter 224: The Land of Suffering and Twisting

The Kokchi River basin in the eastern part of the Hindu Kush Mountains is rich in an ancient gem, lapis lazuli.

In ancient times, this gem was often used in feudal empires for sacrifices and the creation of religious objects.

Lapis lazuli jewelry is still famous today.

At the same time, it is also an important component of many precious pigments.

In this country that has nothing to do with the word "rich", this mineral is a symbol of wealth, but also the source of war and disaster.

Deep in the isolated ancient tomb, Lin En and his companions were still enjoying the tranquility and comfort of the night, but the world outside had been turned upside down.

A group of militants, poorly dressed but armed with heavy firepower, took advantage of the night and charged into this already impoverished mountainous area.

Their actions were essentially no different from those of the Muggle army from the north more than a decade ago, and naturally they were met with desperate resistance.

The mountain people, tortured by hunger and disease, defended their homes with simple weapons - a tribe so poor that it was almost unprofitable.

The sound of gunfire continued from late at night until dawn, the air was filled with smoke, and blood seeped into the yellow sand, turning into ugly pools of dark red.

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When the first ray of dawn pierced the night sky, the battle that had lasted all night reached its final moment.

The small village built on the mountain was covered by chaotic artillery fire, with collapsed houses, burning grass and trees. Villagers who were still working hard a few hours ago were now lying down everywhere. A human tragedy was unfolding.

The sound of gunfire at the entrance of the village was getting closer and closer, and the heavy footsteps seemed to confirm the greed of the invading enemy.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the warlord forces, which had an overwhelming advantage in both numbers and weapons and equipment, defeated the villagers' spontaneous resistance.

Their ignorant and fanatical faith gave them a fearless and brutal ferocity, especially when they were promised wealth.

In a sense, humans may be one of the cruelest races towards their own kind.

The process of modernization has given this cruelty a civilized cloak, but has given it a more brutal core.

The future that Grindelwald witnessed was not an illusion. Industrialized society had the ability to kill more efficiently and systematically, and to transmit and spread this ability.

The more primitive and barbaric the place is, the more cruelly this power is used.

Humanity is a luxury, while animality costs nothing.

Plunder and killing, the most essential evil thoughts drive people who have been fighting to madness and blinded by greed.

The first people to suffer were those whose homes lived on the outskirts of the village.

The petite girl curled up in an inconspicuous corner, tears welling up in her eyes.

In her sight, the neighbor playmates who were working and playing together yesterday turned into cold corpses in an instant.

The eyes that were filled with joy because of the delicious bread yesterday are now empty and distracted.

A big foot passed over his head, as if stepping on the girl's heart.

Her eyes slowly moved upwards and saw a rough face filled with lust.

"Hey! Don't move, you are my trophy—"

The wanton and obscene voice came to an abrupt end.

The dark shadow flashed by like lightning.

"Danglang"

The rifle that was held diagonally in front of him fell to the ground, and his dark-skinned hands tightly covered his neck, but to no avail.

A wound that completely severed his throat took away his ability to speak and breathe, and his vitality dissipated like the ebbing tide.

The roles of abuser and victim were reversed in an instant.

Dark magical power emanated from the inconspicuous kitten and, together with the gushing blood, stimulated the girl's body and mind, scaring her so much that she became speechless.

New dangers loomed.

The dense bullets came like a rainstorm, which was the work of the dead man's accomplices.

Even though the black cat was extremely talented, it was just a cub after all, and was ultimately powerless in the face of several armed thugs.

As soon as they met, blood spurted out of its body.

Even magical power cannot completely stop it.

"Meow!--"

"What an unlucky thing! Go to hell!"

The cursing stragglers came forward in groups, kicked the struggling black cat away, and raised their guns to shoot.

The finger on the trigger suddenly exerted force, and a sense of fear rose from my heart at the same time.

Irresistible force came from all directions.

He turned his head with difficulty and saw the girl with tears on her face.

"what!!!!!"

The desperate screams even drowned out the roar of gunfire.

The immature but extremely powerful magic is boiling in this land filled with suffering and sorrow.

It is both despair and the vitality born in death.

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The early morning sun shone obliquely on the ruins.

After resting, Lin En and his group walked out of the ruins slowly, talking and laughing.

The moment I stepped over the magic barrier, the pungent smell of gunpowder and the sound of explosions in the distance invaded my senses.

Deadly bullets were fired from the distant hills.

"Bang bang bang..."

The Muggle firearms seemed weak in front of the automatically triggered Shield Charm and Protection Charm. The bullets landed on the thin light curtain without causing even the slightest ripple.

"These people are..."

Lin En frowned, and his deep eyes instantly locked onto the militants on the hilltop.

Before he could make a judgment, Amanda exclaimed, "Look over there! It's the village from yesterday!"

She pointed forcefully into the distance and saw thick black smoke slowly rising from the other side of the mountain.

Distant yet clear, it must have been a fire - Lynn recognized the attacker.

This is a subordinate of a warlord entrenched near the capital Kabul, and is known for his brutality.

"Seven on the right, nine on the left. Victor, Brian, you go." He said in a deep voice, "Leave one alive, preferably the leader."

"give it to me!"

The two people, who were on full alert, responded in unison and disappeared at the same time. The next moment, the waves of magic had spread from the top of the mountain.

The battle ended quickly.

If we ignore the ultimate weapon that is capable of destroying a city, even a well-trained Muggle army would be helpless in the face of powerful wizards - not to mention such a mob that cannot even be considered an army.

After just one or two minutes, the gunfire stopped.

Brian returned first, followed by Victor.

They each brought back an unconscious bearded Muggle - judging by their clothes, they were the commanders of the two teams, although they were also extremely sloppy - this was the norm for bandits.

"We've searched it. They came here to rob - they heard there's a lapis lazuli mine here." Brian's expression didn't look good, and his eyes were looking into the distance while he spoke.

Victor's situation was similar. He threw the unconscious prisoner to the ground and said in a bad tone, "There are quite a few people. I'm afraid that village..."

Several ladies frowned immediately - they had just been discussing what gifts or snacks to bring to those skinny and pale children, but they had never imagined that in just one day, such a sudden disaster had befallen them.

Lynn gently pressed Euphemia's shoulder and was about to say something when his eyes flickered.

He felt a subtle fluctuation of magical power.

Right where the black smoke was rising.

Turning around, I saw Inès had the same expression.

"It's a powerful magic riot." She said in a deep voice, "We must go and take a look. We can't just sit there and watch."

"Of course," Lin En nodded, his eyes sweeping over his companions who were rubbing their hands in anticipation, "I didn't intend to pretend I didn't see it. There are already enough injustices in the world. There's no need for one more."

Before he finished speaking, the fluctuations in space suddenly intensified.

Amid the mountains covered with yellow sand, a human figure flashed by, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind, telling of the world's suffering.

Chapter 225 There is no God who looks down on the world (Part )

The magic of the runaway is like a lighthouse in the dark night. The closer you get to it, the clearer it becomes, guiding the direction of the phantom's displacement.

The girl, who lost control due to sadness and anger, was pushed up into the air by the runaway magic power. Not only these wandering bandits, but also many other bandits who were burning, killing and looting in the village saw her figure.

The inky magic aroused fear in everyone's heart, and the wanton slaughter was briefly interrupted for a moment.

This is a supernatural power. Even the most ignorant and stupid people know that it has surpassed the limits of mortals.

The guerrillas who had just been showing off their might suddenly showed expressions of despair and pleading, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

The boiling magic power, wrapped in raging rage and hatred, squeezed the flesh and blood of the mortal body, bringing insignificant pain and struggle.

"Meow!"

The weak black cat struggled to get up, calling for its owner who had lost his mind.

The sound of it did the trick.

The girl lowered her head and saw her seriously injured companion - this was also her only remaining relative in the war.

"..."

She was silent, her eyes full of pain and confusion.

Being so young, she didn't understand why someone would destroy her life when it was already so painful.

Like her family, she believed in God, but she couldn't understand why such a devout belief had no response.