Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

[Eivaz Purple Shirt Rune]

The World Tree rose from the wasteland.

On this battlefield where blood was once shed, its growth is no longer hindered at all. Carrying Lin En's wishes and will, it heads straight into the sky.

Rune magic and transfiguration, these are the only two magics he has that can continue to grow even after reaching their limits.

Although progress has been minimal.

The World Tree has grown more luxuriantly than ever before, although the change is so small that it is hardly noticeable.

But at such a moment, the smallest growth is enough to become the final push from quantitative change to qualitative change.

There seemed to be a "click" sound, but also seemed not to be.

The words have all disappeared, they have lost their meaning.

Also dissipating was the World Tree that had grown to its limit.

The thriving purple shirt instantly exploded into countless points of light. It was the purest magic, blending the heaviness of ancient times with the sharpness of modern times, turning it into a ladder to heaven.

The powerful magic power quietly became gentle, and his every move was full of ease and calmness, but on a scale that was completely different from before.

Lin En felt that the world before his eyes suddenly became clear, and every blade of grass and every tree became completely different.

He was sure he saw them for what they were.

This is a completely new perspective, just like climbing a towering peak and looking down on all the other mountains.

He understood Grindelwald's deeper meaning and also understood the source of his and Dumbledore's surprise.

The growth of a wizard is not linear, but a breakthrough from quantitative change to qualitative change.

It may not be obvious before taking this most critical step, but this unprecedented transformation is enough to offset many years of accumulation, and even far overwhelm the former, which can be called a complete transformation.

This is also the source of Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Voldemort's overwhelming advantage over other wizards.

The quantity and quality were absolutely overwhelming. Even strong men like Moody and Slughorn could only barely resist. They were not on the same level at all and could only escape in embarrassment at best.

Only he is special, because he has learned so much magic and mastered it to a level that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Every magic spell that is mastered is nourishment for the wizard's spiritual world and an indirect source of magical power, because magic itself is a real projection of spiritual power.

With a vast accumulation of knowledge far exceeding that of everyone else, Lin En has already approached the three most powerful wizards in the world in this field.

This was an unprecedented achievement, and it also brought with it an unprecedented profound foundation, so that he had the ability to resist and even confront the three people head-on early on.

As the transformation came naturally, this foundation was passed down, giving him great confidence in bringing down the three wizards at the top, although he knew he would need some time.

Like... taking more magic to the next level.

The shackles have been broken, and ahead lies a new, smooth road and a higher mountain.

The road of magic has no end, at least not yet.

Holding the blood-connected magic wand in his palm, he could even hear the rhythm of the phoenix's feathers.

Powerful, unprecedentedly powerful.

A calm and composed sense of self-confidence arose spontaneously, and the pressure that had been lingering in my heart for twenty years completely dissipated.

The tall and straight yew trees solidified once again, but they no longer had the aura that once reached the sky, and it even seemed as if they did not exist.

The tremendous magical power was held back and completely absorbed into the body, almost disappearing without a trace. He was far from being as unrestrained and wild as Grindelwald. Instead, he looked like an ordinary person, or even a Muggle.

Hiding itself is also a rare ability, just like Dumbledore.

The door to legend has been opened, and he has learned this exquisite skill without any teacher.

"Did you make it?"

Euphemia asked from a distance, hiding her barely perceptible uneasiness—her rapid heartbeat betrayed her.

"I think so."

Lin En suppressed his excitement, walked forward calmly, raised his wand, and the ruins of the manor instantly became like beans in the middle of a millstone, regardless of whether they were solid or fragile, all turned into powder.

This is a force that can change the world, yet it is understated, even silent.

The last trace of the Lestrange family in Britain was wiped out in an instant.

Including the broken crow family emblem.

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Austria, Nurmengard Castle.

In the clean cell, Grindelwald was resting with his eyes closed, using his divine eyes to observe the future.

Suddenly, the throbbing in his heart made him open his eyes abruptly. He looked into the distance through the castle window. An intuition unique to the legendary prophet made him vaguely sense something.

The poplar wood wand appeared silently in his hand, and a powerful aura rose into the sky.

Wenda Rosier, who had come specially to visit and was resting in the castle at the moment, hurried over, only to see his leader who seemed to have returned to fifty years ago.

His old and frail appearance could not conceal his rekindled ambition.

"It looks like we don't have to wait two years." He heard the footsteps of his assistant and said without turning his head, "Soon, that greedy little devil will come to our door."

"What did you say?" Rosier was confused. He suddenly realized something while thinking and covered his mouth in shock. "Are you saying...?"

"It must be. I can't be wrong."

Grindelwald said confidently, his deep gaze seemed to cross half of Europe, see the distant British Isles, and see the future of the distant wizarding world.

"It's really exciting... I'll be waiting for him here."

Chapter 300 The Fourth Horcrux

A few days later, the news that the Lestrange family estate had been completely razed to the ground made the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Although it has been completely destroyed, it is still an ancient family after all, and it is inevitable that some people will feel grief over its death.

No one knows who did it, and no one knows what the motive is. This has sparked speculation among many people, and rumors have been circulating for a while.

But these failed to attract any attention from Lynn.

After a brief period of adjustment and adaptation, he completely regained his composure.

The outside world's troubles cannot enter his home, and he doesn't care about mediocre people.

He simply carried out his training step by step, adapting to his unprecedentedly powerful magic power, and continuously pushing the magic that had been stagnant for many years to new heights.

The seventh level of magic, a problem that had once caused him countless guesses and attempts, was no longer a problem at this time.

Standing at a new height, many past doubts have become clear.

This is an improvement in vision and a deepening of understanding of the nature of magic.

On the road of deconstructing mystery, the front suddenly becomes clear and the ground under your feet becomes flat and wide.

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January 1th, the day before school starts.

The silver-white metal box was placed on the renovated underground training ground.

Having adjusted himself to the best condition in all aspects, Lin En decided to solve this problem that had been bothering him for many years before school started.

Helga Hufflepuff's cup, the third Horcrux crafted by Voldemort himself.

After a series of mechanical sounds, the metal box specially made for the seal was opened by magic, revealing the golden cup body that was tightly stuck in the slot.

The dark aura of black magic swept out, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, making it look eerie.

"It's even more powerful now than when it was first found in the Lestrange vault," Euphemia said pointedly.

The soul fragment lodged in the Horcrux has merged with the magical golden cup.

The diary, the tiara, or the locket, the three Horcruxes that had been completely destroyed were not as powerful as it.

"It's not because it's powerful, but because Helga's magic has played a role." Lin En calmly took out the magic book, "No matter how powerful the magic is, it is still a dead thing. The treasure of the legendary wizard is no exception. All curses will end."

A wave of magic swept over, shattering the barrier.

With a swish sound, the worn parchment flipped rapidly, and the magic surrounding the Horcrux was washed away.

The golden cup, which had regained its color, rose into the air, and the evil aura was completely blocked inside, struggling weakly and in vain.

Time, fair and cruel, washes away the evil soul hidden in the golden cup, leading it to irreversible decline.

The magical power as vast as mountains and seas was like a huge whirlpool, pulling in and eroding the power that the Horcrux relied on to resist.

Lynn had never fought such a rich battle in his life.

Not to mention a soul fragment and an ancient magic prop, even if Voldemort himself was in front of him, he would no longer be afraid of the competition of magic.

In the face of his terrifying power, all struggles seem sad and absurd, like ants resisting elephants or dinosaurs fighting asteroids falling from the sky.

An exaggerated vortex of magic condensed above the golden cup. The azure magic swirled and squeezed, and the curse and black magic would be annihilated before they could form.

In just a short moment, the endless flow of dark magic became as thin as a thread, or even intermittent. It was not enough to protect itself, and advancing became a joke.

But the long river of time will not stop for this, it still flows forward, without anger and hatred, and no longer curse, it is just pure time.

Accelerating and leaping time, mysterious rules.

Even the Dark Lord at this moment could not understand the rules that truly concerned the immortality he longed for, let alone his fragment who was in his twenties and not even conscious.

A newly promoted wizard at the top is just trying out his skills, but for a Horcrux that has existed for decades, it is an unbearable weight.

About three minutes later, or maybe five minutes, ten minutes, or even longer, the intermittent black gas was almost unnoticeable.

A human face with unclear facial features rushed out, struggled hard, but shattered and dissipated in an instant, submerged in the tide of magic and the torrent of time, and disappeared without a trace.

"Danglang"

The gorgeous wine glass fell to the ground, swaying but not falling over. Instead, it stood firmly in its place.

The magic of Helga Hufflepuff has returned, with a familiar touch.

Just when Lin En wanted to take back his magic and put away his wand and magic book, a dazzling golden light illuminated the whole world in his eyes.

At the same time, the golden cup and the notebook burst out with powerful magic power and turned into a golden bridge.

A gentle but irresistible force acted on Euphemia in the distance, causing her to retreat involuntarily, as if pushed by the waves, until she reached the corner of the wall and felt a little relieved.

However, Lin En, who should have been at the center of the storm, did not feel the slightest rejection or obstruction. Instead, he felt gentle warmth, as if he was embraced by a broad bosom.

A hazy shadow slowly walked down from the light bridge that had almost turned into a solid entity. At first it was only the size of a palm, but in just a few seconds it turned into a plump and graceful witch.

Lin En frowned slightly and was about to lean forward, but he saw the other party raised his hands to hold him up, preventing him from leaning forward.

"No need to be polite, my child."

Although she looked very young, even younger than Rowena, her temperament was the opposite, like a loving mother or grandmother.

As she spoke, she had already walked in front of Lin En, with the golden cup and the notebook floating on the left and right behind her, using her magic power to support her movements.

"Allow me to express my respect to you as a Hufflepuff and a descendant of the wizarding world."

Lynn easily broke free of the magic on his body and bowed respectfully.

This time Helga did not continue to stop him, but instead smiled with relief and doting.

"Lynn, I have been observing you for a long time. Although many of your behaviors are different from mine, I am convinced that you are a true Hufflepuff who is guided by conscience and kindness."

The recognition from the founder was the highest honor, and it almost made Lynn unable to remain calm when facing Rowena.

"I just do things according to my conscience. I can't say that everything I do is good, but I have a clear conscience."

"That's good, so I chose you as the first successor in a thousand years."

Helga raised her hands, and the letter and the golden cup fell at the same time.

"What makes me even happier is that you protected my treasure from that dirty wizard scum. It is also my last gift to Hogwarts."

"You are still alive today in this way. This is the greatest gift to Hogwarts and even to the wizarding world."

"I'm not as smart as Rowena." Helga smiled, "Of course I'm not as smart as Godric and Salazar. I'm sometimes slow and maybe I'm the one with the most clumsy means."

"Please allow me to express my objection to your modesty, ma'am." Lynn raised his head and spoke sincerely, "You are the greatest wizard I have ever met, although I respect Rowena very much."

"Royna would probably be very sad if she heard this." Helga looked at him mischievously and gently shook the golden cup in her hand. "I know she is not very happy about my kidnapping. But I am very satisfied with it."