Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He knew everyone there; they had fought monsters together before.

"There are still a few people we haven't contacted yet, less than twenty in total." Demetri took a gulp of wine and said in a muffled voice, "Including me, there are eight Aurors, and the rest are strikers."

"No wonder you've been able to hold on for so long." Lin En took out a bottle of potion and threw it over. "What are your plans for the future? Continue running around the world like a headless fly, and then be chased by those idiots who lead the way for Garlon? Or... form a dark wizard group and serve as thugs for the rich?"

"You are looking down on us. You know it's impossible."

"Then what other choice do you have? Rebuild your Magic Committee? Needless to say, you know this is unrealistic - although I respect your loyalty, it is a pity that you have miscalculated everything from the very beginning. Wizards are different from Muggles, not to mention that Muggles themselves are not doing very well."

Lynn's plain words seemed to pierce Dmitri's heart directly, and every word drew blood.

But he was speechless, especially on a land that had been trampled and ravaged by his compatriots, even though his own hands were not stained with blood and he had fought bravely and justly - not to mention that he knew very well what the orders he had received when he came here were.

"Once we recover from our injuries, we will return to Russia and fight those guys with real weapons." He lowered his head and said, "You have done us a favor, I will not drag you down."

"So it seems that I will be able to go to Russia soon to collect the bodies of you and your boys - the youngest of whom is probably only twenty-three or twenty-four years old? Do they know that you plan to take them back to die?"

"What else can we do? Watch countless bastards like Lydia pack up all the valuables and sell them cheaply to gold diggers from all over the place? Oh, I forgot, you are one of them, and you took away the most valuable things." Enraged by Lynn, Dmitri's voice was filled with great indignation, covering up his despair.

This is exactly what Lynn wanted to see.

He did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and patted Dmitri on the shoulder and said, "This is what really makes you sad, right? Unfortunately, you are wrong. I never intended to keep those precious books for myself. You don't know me yet. Knowledge is priceless and can be inherited, developed, shared and promoted. I will not let the precious books be covered in dust. On the contrary, I will turn these ancient magics into knowledge that contemporary people can learn."

As he spoke, he took out the Russian books he had just studied from his bracelet and handed them to Dmitri without any worries. "If you are still not assured, you can just take them back - you are more reliable than those makeshift Ministry of Magic teams that can be replaced five times in three days."

"You're really going to give me these things?" Holding the priceless "Igor's Magic Notebook" and the pile of parchment files, Dmitri was a little overwhelmed. "I spent so much time and effort on these..."

He didn't know what to say, nor did he know what Lin En was planning.

It is not right to accept it, and it is not right not to accept it.

Just like their current dilemma.

Chapter 293 Long-lost Fangs

“Why, I gave you the thing, but you don’t dare to accept it? Last year you tried your best to stop me.” Lin En teased.

Dmitri's conflicted expression is consistent with his judgment, and is also a symbol of the ideals and humanity unique to an era.

It reminded him of a heated debate that had taken place among Muggle thinkers more than eighty years ago - the resonance of which had continued to this day and would continue to do so.

But he had no intention of discussing these with Demetrius, because these were traces of history and did not belong to the wizarding world - wizards and Muggles were different after all.

He simply explained in a deep voice: "I don't care about possessing material things, because this knowledge is already in my head, and it has become more powerful magic than the one in the book. I never collect them for the purpose of embellishment like some people do, but to explore the essence of magic. This is a difference in philosophy."

"But why? Why are you helping us?" Dmitri asked.

At this moment, the tall man looked like a shaky house that would fall apart at the slightest touch.

"I don't have any purpose. If I have to say one, it's just to help my friends who once fought side by side with me." Lin En shook his head, "I would be sad if you really went back to die." He said it sincerely, and the fire in Dmitri's eyes ignited by hatred and despair gradually extinguished.

"…Thank you. I won't let their deaths be meaningless."

He put away the book that Lin En returned, put down the wine jug, and stood up holding the tree trunk.

"It seems that you have regained your sanity, Dmitri. Now you should think carefully about the future. After all, you are responsible for the lives of many people."

Lin En looked at him with interest. "Would you like to cooperate with me temporarily? You may not know that I have established a magic technology company and am planning to open a branch in Russia. I just happen to need a well-trained security team and reliable helpers."

“You… you don’t know how many people are eyeing us right now, do you?” Demetri frowned. “Although they don’t have the energy to hunt us down abroad, the price they offer is enough to make any bounty hunter take the risk, and there is also the International Wizarding Confederation who is in cahoots with them.”

"what……"

Lynn couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Demetri's expression became more serious.

"Indeed, this is a very troublesome matter for you, Dmitri. I should thank you for thinking so much for me." Lin En smiled and nodded, "But some things are actually not complicated, just like the wanted warrant and the hunt you are facing. This is just a simple matter - get rid of the person who raised the problem. If one is not enough, then two will be taken until the problem is solved."

He spoke lightly, not at all like he was talking about something that could affect the fate of many people.

"I'm not kidding you, Eric. I know you're a great wizard." He said solemnly, "But this is not a trivial matter. That's the Russian Ministry of Magic. Although it's far worse than the Magic Committee back then, it's after all..."

"Can your Magic Committee stop Dumbledore and Grindelwald?" Lin En asked instead of answering, "Or the one you dare not mention by name?"

"Of course I can't stop it, but you...you mean?!"

Dmitri looked him up and down, unwilling to believe his own guess.

"Not yet. I can't beat those three old guys yet." Lin En showed his magic power frankly, "But fortunately, anyone who can't stop them will be no different in front of me."

The purple-shirted shadow rose from the ground and broke into Dmitri's spiritual world with an extremely confident declaration, which also surprised the Russian wizards in the distance, and they almost rushed out despite their injuries.

It took Dmitri a gesture to stop these fearless men.

"You hid it well," he drawled.

"You are too isolated from the news." Lin En restrained his magic, "I have never deliberately concealed it. The people of the Magical Congress know it, and the people of the British Ministry of Magic also know it. The people over there must know it." He looked at Euphemia and Nasir who were approaching, "It seems that the matter has been resolved?"

"Yes, it's been resolved." Euphemia said softly, and walked directly to Lin En. She looked inconspicuous, but it made Dmitri feel as if the temperature had dropped sharply. "Later, those people will take our attitude back."

"Thank you for your hard work, Fei." Lynn skillfully interlocked his girlfriend's fingers and looked at the weathered Auror. "Now it's your turn to choose, Demetrius. Of course, even if you refuse, I will ensure the safety of this place, as well as your companions. They will appear outside this valley at eight o'clock tomorrow morning at the latest."

"us……"

"Don't rush to give me an answer, and don't think too much about questions like why you are the one." Lin En straightened his hair that was slightly messy due to the wind and sand, and took out a small piece of paper. "You can come to the address on it at any time, and then you can find us."

"Before that, you can stay here." Nasir put down his pipe. "If the villagers knew that you were the ones who helped them back then, they would probably be happy to live with you instead of like they are doing now."

"Does anyone really remember it?"

"Of course, we're terrible at forgetting."

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Half a day later, Moscow.

It was still the familiar street, even the slightly old and dilapidated alley. Lynn and Euphemia suddenly jumped out of the void and landed steadily on the ground.

It's a bit cold here this season.

Not far away is a wizarding district similar to Diagon Alley. Noisy sounds can be heard from a long distance away, but they do not represent excitement, but rather disputes and fights.

A bloody internal struggle broke out within the Muggle regime of this country a few months ago - because the allies who had jointly overthrown the previous government did not share the spoils equally.

It was this ancient city that ultimately paid the price.

Countless ugly scars are scattered all over the city, and more and more people are falling into difficulties in life.

This is in one of the two capitals.

The chaos in wizard society was not much better than that in Muggle society. Lydia, the director of the Department of Book Management who had done business with Lynn a year ago, died mysteriously at the end of August, triggering a war involving many parties.

The faction she belongs to is the most powerful and has made the most money in recent years. Everyone in it is fat and tidy, so she has become the target of public criticism.

The Wizarding Statute of Secrecy is meaningless here, and the International Confederation of Wizards is also standing idly by, allowing the crisis to spread and only caring about making money.

Beneath the mountains of gold Galleons flowed the blood of wizards and Muggles, coagulating into a disgusting black and red color.

"It's no different from Kabul, except that they've changed from Muggles to wizards, which makes their eating habits even uglier." Lynn said in a deep voice as they walked on the increasingly deserted and depressed streets.

Euphemia nodded slightly: "If we encounter resistance, should we use ruthless force to shock them?"

"That's good, it won't get in the way."

Before he finished speaking, the phantom of space entangled him again.

The next moment, they appeared in a manor on the outskirts of the city.

A meeting to discuss how to fight political enemies is being held in full swing, with wizards in high positions arguing fiercely like vendors in a vegetable market.

It is hard to imagine that they were still so calm and arrogant ten years ago.

They are discussing how to take advantage of the Orthodox Christmas to launch a brutal attack on their political enemies entrenched in various places.

Lynn's appearance at the right time and place, everyone's expression was frozen on their faces - he was stepping on Kozlov, the current Russian Minister of Magic, who had been in office for three days.

"Lynn Eric?!"

A shrill scream came from the mouth of a lady sitting at the far corner of the round table, the sound was so sharp that it almost shattered the glass.

Several burly wizards were about to stand up to resist, but they saw flashes of red light.

In an instant, the world in their eyes began to rapidly recede and their wands flew out of their hands.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your lively meeting." Lynn smiled and stepped on the round belly, not forgetting to press it hard.

The temporary minister, who was so fat that he could be slaughtered at any time, was sweating profusely due to the severe pain and fear, but he was unable to struggle.

As soon as Lin En appeared, the petrification spell and the binding rune fell on him at the same time. Even though he was very skilled in martial arts when he was young, he had no room for resistance.

The "allies" he had high hopes for only lasted about one or two seconds longer than him.

"You you you...what are you doing?" It was the same lady who screamed. She didn't take any action, so she remained sitting, just like about two-thirds of her colleagues.

Euphemia tapped her temple with her wand.

As for the few remaining smart people, the unfired floating cannons were like a death knell that could sound at any time, making them even breathe cautiously.

“It seems like everyone is not very welcoming to me?” Lin En’s smile was very standard, as if he was attending a banquet.

"This is the Russian Demon...!"

A bald wizard in his forties tried to speak but nearly bit off his tongue.

He was sure that he had just seen the most terrifying scene in his life. Even though he was just looked at once, it felt like his heart was being tightly grasped by a huge hand.

"How could that be? Of course... you're welcome!" The witch, whose head was pointed at by the magic wand, forced a smile, and the others quickly echoed her enthusiastically.

Almost every one of them had received Galleons from Lynn and had had a pleasant conversation with him.

But they never imagined that in just one year, the generous and gentle British gentleman had changed.

It's like a tiger that has been silent for many years and now shows its fangs again.

"Welcome? That's good." Lynn put away his wand with satisfaction, "Then we can chat."

"When are you going to withdraw the wanted warrants and rewards for Dmitry Mikhailov and his men, and make a public clarification for them?"

Chapter 294 Shock

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

In the tense meeting room, the air and time froze.

The knocked-down man lay in a sprawling mess on the ground, struggling feebly and in vain.

Those who were still intact didn't dare to breathe and could only look at their "spokesperson" for cooperation, Kozlov, the nominally most powerful interim minister.

Beads of sweat the size of beans quickly condensed on their foreheads, faces, and backs, and then flowed down.

"Why, no one can give me an answer?" Lynn asked with a smile, his tone calm.

The surging magic power suddenly reached a higher level, making the hearts of all those who were still conscious rise to their throats.

Most of them had never seen the Dark Lord Tom Riddle, who only operated in the UK, but in their eyes, Lynn at this moment was simply a more terrifying thug than the Dark Lord.

That is the devil's smile and the call of death.

"We...we just...please, only the minister can make the decision on this matter, Mr. Eric..."

It was still that lady, and the others seemed to be silent as if their throats were locked after the bald wizard spoke.

This almost made her collapse under the enormous pressure, and she was even on the verge of crying - although just a few minutes before Lin En appeared, she was still the militant one who advocated concentrating strength and fighting a decisive battle with all opponents.

People are always fickle, just like another Ministry of Magic bureaucrat who is a bit similar to her but much uglier in appearance, Dolores Umbridge.

But Lynn is happy with her now.

He lowered his head as if he had suddenly realized something, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh! Minister Kozlov is here. I was just wondering where you were. How rude! However, you have become much plumper since we met last year."

"Eric, why did you become like this?"

Kozlov, who had fallen to the ground, finally escaped. He climbed up with difficulty, and there was a huge footprint on his abdomen, making him look miserable.

As a former deputy director of the Magic Committee, he never imagined that one day he would face such blatant humiliation and threats, or even be literally stepped on.

"Why did it become like this?" Lin En leisurely sat in Kozlov's original seat, put his legs on the conference table, and said frivolously, "Where did you get this from? What do you think I was like originally? A sucker who gave you piles of gold galleons just to buy some magic books that you couldn't read and didn't intend to study?"

"We..." Kozlov's face flushed, angry and afraid.

He didn't dare to say that he really thought so back then. After all, the former Magic Committee was too powerful and had plundered countless magic and wealth from almost half of the Eurasian continent.