Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Through the hazy "fog", Regulus saw an unforgettable scene.

A pure gold wine cup carved with gorgeous patterns lay quietly in the groove on the left, and on the right was a much smaller locket - only the size of an egg - inlaid with pure emeralds, flashing a dim light.

The spell to block these dark magics is engraved in two perfectly fitting grooves. It is obvious that it was specially made and an unimaginable amount of effort was put into it - it is rare in the history of alchemy.

"As you can see, Regulus, there is Helga Hufflepuff's cup, and Salazar Slytherin's locket - if you add this, Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem, then I have collected all the relics of the founders, except for Godric Gryffindor's sword, which I probably will never use in my lifetime."

Lynn took out the golden crown he carried with him, and the sapphire shone with a heart-warming light.

"This is inseparable from your outstanding contribution, brother. One day, everyone will praise your name and deeds."

"I'm just lucky. Maybe it's because he trusted Bella too much - he never lifted his suspicion of me. Fortunately, Kreacher was loyal and brave enough."

"Of course, it's a pity that Kreacher still doesn't know that his most beloved master is still alive, but he can't meet him."

"There will come a day when we shall meet, and I hope to bring him to Ilvermorny."

"Provide him with his old age? That's your style." Lin En smiled and nodded, "That day will come, although it will take some time."

"I understand. How do you plan to deal with this Horcrux?" Regulus asked.

"I learned a powerful curse from Herpo that might work on them. According to my inference, the Hufflepuff cup contains more powerful magic than the Slytherin locket, so I plan to use it first..."

"You can cast it freely without worrying about any impact - even if it is really damaged, it is just a historical heritage. After all, I am not the heir of Slytherin."

Regulus smiled, his eyes showing a hint of amusement and teasing, and he comforted him considerately.

With his friend's approval, Lynn put on dragon-skin gloves and reached his hand into the magic barrier.

Resisting the erosion of black magic, he slowly picked up the locket surrounded by black air - compared to the silence before Harry and his group destroyed it, the fragmented soul living in it had already felt something during the long imprisonment and was unwilling to be destroyed.

The seemingly insignificant darkness erodes the dragon's hide, which is strong enough to resist most magic, but it cannot penetrate the magic covering beneath the surface.

Lynn took it out expressionlessly, slammed the lid shut, and locked the golden cup inside.

After a mechanical collision sound that was identical to the previous one, the gloomy atmosphere was swept away and the misty magical light covered it again.

A container that can hold a Horcrux that resists instinct for a long time is itself a rare treasure, priceless.

Regulus carefully placed the box at his feet, staring at the locket without blinking, with a mixture of longing, hatred, and many indescribable complex emotions.

It is because of Voldemort, and his ambition to pursue immortality, magic, and power, that his family has been brought to the brink of destruction, and the fate of countless people has been ruthlessly rewritten and thrown into the bloody and cruel abyss.

He knew that he could not destroy this evil weapon or the evil soul inside it.

But he believed that his friend who had rescued him from deep prejudice and distress possessed this ability.

The dragon-skin gloves were so tattered that Lin En placed them on the table along with the locket. Even the wooden table could not withstand the aftermath of the black magic and let out a mournful cry as it was burdened.

Lynn drew out his wand with a solemn look on his face. The surging magic power swept through like a wave, firmly suppressing the soul fragments in the locket.

The long spell echoed in the room and in Regulus' heart.

Chapter 262 The Fate of the Locket

An indescribable glimmer shone on the surface of the locket, on the huge letter S.

The magic barrier that could block almost all magic except fierce fire and basilisk venom was useless and had no effect at all.

Suddenly, sharp wails and roars were heard. There was no sound, but it was like the sharp howl of the soul, penetrating into people's hearts.

Regulus, who was experiencing such a scene for the first time, frowned tightly with a sharp gaze.

He looked at the locket without hesitation, as if he wanted to see through the disguise and witness the end of the evil soul hidden within.

He got his wish.

In just a minute or two, the helpless soul fragments rushed out of the small "window", struggling in a twisted manner, and withered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wanted to fight to the death like the soul in the crown, and fight to the death - this was Voldemort's nature - but in front of Lynn, this weak soul could not do anything, including self-destruction.

More than ten years of imprisonment and torture have completely depleted its magic power, leaving only instinctive resistance.

This is neither a short nor an easy process.

Because Lynn's curse had not yet reached the point of completely suppressing the soul, the situation was not even as calm as it seemed, but instead revealed a bit of silent danger at the last moment.

But as an experiment, it was undoubtedly successful.

After a struggle that could be described as long, the soul torn apart by the murder completely sank into the long river of time, turning into an inconspicuous wisp of sand, or some other ordinary existence.

It was at such an unknown time and place that the Horcrux that the Dark Lord hoped would bring him eternal life was damaged again.

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When the screams stopped abruptly, Regulus finally felt relieved.

He could see that Lynn was tired and thoughtful, but that didn't stop him from having unbridled fun.

"Please sit down for a while. I'll make you some tea." The burden on his heart suddenly disappeared, and his tone rose uncontrollably. "Now I'm sure that we can find a way to kill him once and for all!"

Lynn felt that this timely cup of tea was like a cup of hot wine after entering the house in the cold winter. It perfectly dispelled the fatigue in his heart and the kind of coldness that was difficult to explain to outsiders - without Dumbledore's support, it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.

"It turns out that this curse of Helbo is not only effective against those disgusting monsters that cannot be killed, but also against these weird soul fragments - except that the effect is significantly weakened." He exhaled forcefully, sketched in the air with his fingertips, and used the shadow of the yew tree to dispel the remaining black magic in the room.

"Is it possible to kill the one with the golden cup as well? After you have rested well." Regulus held the teacup tightly, "If we destroy it as well, it will definitely be a heavy blow to the mysterious man!"

"That's easy to say." Lynn rolled her eyes. "The magic on the golden cup is obviously stronger than the locket. I can't tell why, but I have a feeling that this won't be a good thing. I don't want to ruin the treasure of my own academy."

"So you experimented with Ravenclaw's diadem first and then Slytherin's locket?" Regulus looked a little strange.

Lynn answered as a matter of course: "I can't let Professor Sprout kill me, can I?"

Regulus hesitated.

He stared at Lin En silently for several minutes before breaking the silence.

"What should we do next?" He pointed at the box on the ground.

"Wait a little longer. It won't be one or two years anyway." Lin En said briskly, "If we can't solve it now, let's make this magic stronger until we can solve it."

“You always figure everything out.”

"Don't put pressure on me like this, okay? This isn't my credit. Euphemia and the others are the main force."

"Maybe... my mission is finally accomplished."

Regulus looked relaxed, as if he had returned to his student days, except for traces of time left in the corners of his eyes.

"I don't think so, Regulus." Lynn shook his head and pulled a chair closer to his old friend. "You still have important responsibilities. How can you just give up like this?"

"Ok?"

"Here, take it." He thrust the locket into Regulus's hand without further ado. "There is a secret in it. I am not a pure-blood, so how can I find it?"

"I also--"

"Don't say you can't find it. You have the best vision." Lynn said without doubt, "There is a very strange magic on it, which conceals the magic that Slytherin left in this locket. I need you to help me figure it out."

"You're afraid that I'll be bored, so find me some work... You can definitely break any magic I can break." Regulus said calmly, "I've been alone for so many years, and I've fallen behind."

"Nonsense, you are no worse than us." Lin En straightened his back, "Only a true warrior would dare to drink those deadly potions - at least I won't do it, so you are better than me."

"Lynn..."

"You are always too unconfident, Regulus. I admit that I can break this magic, but the time required is incalculable. I don't have that much time. You have to help me share the burden like you did in the past. Have you become lazy since you came to Ilvermorny?"

"I will never slack off." Regulus raised an eyebrow. "Don't provoke me. We don't need this. Since you said so, I will deal with this locket before you find a way to deal with that old man Grindelwald."

"That's right!" Lin En raised his teacup with satisfaction and smiled happily. "I'll wait for your good news. Let's drink tea instead of wine, and toast to mystery!"

"To mystery." Hearing this long-lost toast, Regulus pursed his lips, his eyes sparkling.

He has been away from his former companions for too long.

The small window in the locket was tightly closed, as if locked together by a shining emerald.

In a distant foreign country, Salazar Slytherin's most important legacy found a temporary home - not far from his former wand, as if it was also buried in the soil, waiting for the moment to sprout and take root.

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The next morning, on the way out of Ilvermorny, Dumbledore was drowsy as he had obviously not slept well and was suffering from jet lag. Even the task of accepting the gift from Ilvermorny - a few rare leaves freshly picked from the snakewood - was done by Lynn.

Even so, he could barely open his eyelids and still noticed something unusual. He said listlessly, "Thank you for your hard work this time. You seem very happy. Is there anything good?"

"Isn't it a good thing to meet old friends?" Lynn replied nonchalantly, "And we discovered a lot of good talents. Although the American wizarding world is stagnant, the development of Ilvermorny is still worthy of recognition. It's a pity that many of the talents trained have returned to their hometowns around the world."

"It sounds quite the opposite of their Muggle country," Dumbledore said weakly, "but that's just as well."

"Yes, Principal."

Lynn supported him, speaking softly.

The fluctuations in space began to intensify, and the phantom trembled, like a whirlwind that blew away the figures of the two people.

Only the snake tree standing at the foot of the mountain remained motionless, its emerald green leaves gleaming lushly in the sunlight, not looking like autumn at all.

Even today, it's gotten a little stronger.

Chapter 263 Blood Curse

With the Triwizard Tournament - now called the Five-House Championship - behind him, Dumbledore began to become elusive again.

Until early October, Lin En seemed to have rarely seen this unreliable old man in school.

But his disappearance did not seem to have any impact on the normal operation of the school. Instead, it caused less trouble.

At least that's what Lynn thought.

As he told Cedric, the president's whims were occasionally useful, but most of the time they just added ineffective workload to the humble professors.

The young man caught between the professor and the principal could only tremble in fear, and then, like Doris, he repeatedly suffered the beating of reality in the "Third Stage Puppet Challenge" with increased difficulty.

Even Doris, who had mastered a fusion spell comparable to level five magic, was helpless against those dark and bizarre monsters, let alone him.

The best he could do was only five minutes before he was knocked to the ground by a slap, completely dizzy.

But he enjoyed it.

After all, no one would refuse progress, especially the kind of progress that will yield rewards as long as you work hard.

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May 10th, it’s another Friday.

After a nap, Lin En walked into the Magic Runes and Ancient Magic classroom refreshed and took a look at the metal plate on the wall.

There are both familiar faces and new faces.

Just a week ago, it had completed the first score calculation of the school year, adding scores to thirty outstanding young wizards below the fourth grade.

As expected, Hermione secured the top spot with a considerable advantage, followed closely by Luna. These two little witches have completely opposite styles.

One is an excellent student who has reached the pinnacle of excellence. Even if he needs to use a time converter to complete eleven courses at the same time, he still has enough time and energy to practice hard.

The other is a model of spirituality. Lynn has seen her practice on the spot. Her slender fingertips seem to be summoned by Rune. They always appear in the right place and trigger the most effective magic nodes.

If she hadn't practiced relatively little, she would have had a chance to compete with Hermione just based on the weight of her grade and her unique accuracy rate.

The rankings of these two students did not surprise Lin En. As early as last year's teaching and club activities, he had deeply realized the talents of the two.

What really surprised him was the third place.

This is a hotly contested ranking.

Neville, who was trained by him personally and learned the Rune of Fertility Fehu early on in order to cultivate medicinal herbs.

Draco has a profound family background and is always eager to prove himself.

Harry inherited his mother's magical talent and devoted a lot of energy to the field of Rune magic.

There is also Ginny, who has shown the ability to develop and comprehend spells since she was a child.

Everyone has their own focus and strengths. Even if they are not as good as the top two, they all have their own highlights, not to mention the chasing group including Ernie and Michael.

This configuration naturally led to a fierce competition on the last night - Lynn, who was tutoring Doris and Boyce individually in the classroom, was dazzled.

However, the person who finally took the top spot was not any of the above mentioned people, but Astoria Greengrass from the first grade.

This quiet and low-key little girl emerged as a dark horse, launched a swift attack, and overtook Neville and Harry when the game was almost decided.