Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This is a small and desolate village. There have been few families here for a long time. This is also an important reason why the eccentric Gaunt family can survive and reproduce here for a long time.

As time went by, only a few villagers remained in this remote place. A few of them moved to the more prosperous Little Hangleton, while more went to towns or cities.

Lin En landed in a corner of the village without attracting anyone's attention, including the old man who was napping in his yard less than a hundred meters away from him.

He walked silently across the dirty dirt road and came to the gate of Gaunt's old house, facing the dead snake that had been nailed to the door for many years and had long been dried into a specimen.

He didn't have to wait long, just a minute or two at most. A mouse came out from the bushes, and in a flash of light, it turned into a middle-aged man still wearing a hospital gown and handcuffs and shackles.

Peter Pettigrew's eyes were still lifeless, as if he had been under the Imperius Curse. He had completely lost control of his body, and his consciousness had fallen into deep chaos, with only the consciousness of obedience left.

"…My master."

The bald head, like a big rat, lowered submissively, like a walking corpse.

"Go in, Pettigrew," Lynn deadpanned, "and uncover this abandoned old house and bring its secrets to me, using the wisdom and agility of a mouse, and the skills you learned from the Dark Lord."

"As ordered."

Peter activated his Animagus transformation without hesitation, and without even opening the door, he slipped through the gap like a mouse, moving quickly across the worn wooden floor, looking for possible traces of magic.

We waited until the sun had completely set.

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Lynn considers himself to be a very patient person, especially at critical moments.

He stood outside the door, but he knew Peter very well as he searched every corner of the house.

After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore, who had received the news, appeared beside him.

"Is the fifth Horcrux you are going to destroy located here, Lynn?"

Stroking his lush white beard, Dumbledore looked up with emotion and looked at the old Gaunt house, which was almost only a wooden shed left.

"This isn't surprising, is it, Principal?" Lynn opened his eyes, came out of his doze, and asked calmly.

"It's not surprising, but I'm curious why you put it fifth. Given my temper, this might have been the first thing I solved - if I had known it earlier." said Dumbledore.

"So you may very well hit the fast-forward button of your life here, or even die here."

"I don't think Tom can use any magic to take my life directly." The old man was very confident. In front of Lin En, he didn't need to hide anything, nor did he have any need to be humble.

"Generally speaking, I completely agree with this." Lin En stared at the blue eyes that he once didn't want to look at, but now he could face them calmly, "Unless you walk into the trap he has dug for you."

"......?" Dumbledore's expression became slightly serious.

"Those who can conquer death with violence often fall victim to the poison of tenderness."

Lynn gave the answer using a centaur-style fable, which made Dumbledore frown even more.

"You mean..."

"Another treasure of the three Peverell brothers, from the deception of the god of death." Lynn said firmly, "You can't deal with it, and I probably can't deal with it either. And it's obvious that neither you nor I intend to die so early, right?"

"I am not afraid of death, but you are right. I cannot accept the call of death so early and start that new adventure. There are still many things waiting for me to do." Dumbledore nodded slowly. "In that case, I probably can't get close to there."

"That's why I asked Peter Pettigrew to come here. After all, he is a wizard with some skills. He can deal with traps and magic that my alchemical puppets can't solve. For example, now."

"boom--"

Before he could finish his words, an explosion sounded from behind the door, and wisps of black smoke passed through the roof and slowly dissipated in the air.

What followed was a dense but small sound of explosions, collisions, and suppressed "squeaks".

Just across the door, Peter Pettigrew is experiencing the test of life and death - using his instincts and the instructions transmitted by Lynn through the Imperius Curse to face the magic trap from the Dark Lord, his former master.

In a sense, this is a perfect match, and there may not be a more suitable candidate than him.

His mouse form gave him evasive abilities far superior to those of humans, while his spellcasting instinct and familiarity with the dark arts enabled him to identify and respond to situations as well as most wizards even if he was struck by the Imperius Curse. The combination of the two produced a satisfactory effect.

As for what his own fate would be, neither Lynn nor Dumbledore cared.

They simply waited until the noise died down, then walked into the old house that had been sealed for decades, and saw Peter Pettigrew lying half-dead on the ground - there was a cut on his chest that almost went through his entire torso, and blood was flowing non-stop, forming a pool on the ground.

His life was hanging by a thread, but he had to stand up again and complete the task assigned to him by Lin En, the final task.

Chapter 317 Sacrifice and Ring

"Owner……"

Peter Pettigrew called out to Lynn weakly, and when death was approaching, he seemed to regain some sanity and prayed for mercy.

But it was obvious that neither Lynn nor Dumbledore would show their precious compassion to him.

Lynn raised his wand indifferently, without even trying to approach the innermost room, and waved it at him from a distance.

A faint glow of magic enveloped the wound, temporarily stopping the flow of blood.

"The soul leaves the body."

"Master, don't!——"

Pettigrew's miserable wail came to an abrupt end, and he stood up again like a puppet, with a few tears still on his face, but his eyes were filled with confusion and numbness.

"Find it, find the ring, and put it on your hand."

"...Yes, my master."

His footsteps were heavy and slow, with each step blood dripping onto the ground until they reached the slightly sunken, inconspicuous floor.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The heavy knocking sound seemed to hit everyone's heart, the floor was denting, and time passed very slowly - even if only instinct was left, the desire to survive still prompted Peter Pettigrew to choose the slowest and most torturous way.

But this only made Linn and Dumbledore wait for a little longer.

With a "crack", the dilapidated wooden floor finally broke in two, revealing the wooden box buried in the deserted house. The faint but pure magic power seemed to be released from some kind of seal, and it dissipated softly but irresistibly.

【Wear it, touch this magical stone, and we will meet.】

The voice that he had not heard for many years lingered in his ears. Even though he had not seen with his own eyes the treasure that was said to be created for the god of death, and even though he was quite far away from it, Dumbledore still felt that his sanity was being eroded and it was difficult to resist.

He felt the call of the god of death and saw his dead sister, the ghost who had tortured him for nearly a hundred years - his own guilt.

He stepped forward step by step, almost entering the study room that had been eroded by the curse of black magic, but was caught by Lynn at the last moment.

"...What a useless old man. I knew this would happen."

Lynn was merciless in his words, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

He also heard the call, but it was not from Dumbledore, but from countless voices mixed together.

The Resurrection Stone is also the Death Stone. It cannot bring rebirth, but only leads its holder to death.

It is the greatest hoax in the wizarding world, yet it has a magical power that is irresistible - it captures emotions.

Even though he was just commanding Peter from a distance, Lynn still felt the huge temptation - he knew there was a curse on the ring, and he also knew it was a deadly thing, but even so, he still wanted to wear it and turn the simple yet charming gem.

But he is not Dumbledore after all.

In the struggle between reason and emotion, he bit his tongue hard, and forced himself to stay rational under the pain. He said sternly: "I order you, Peter! Put on the ring!"

"…No, I can't…I can't, can't…no—!"

Pettigrew struggled, trying to resist with all his strength.

Perhaps Lin En's mastery of this dark magic was not deep enough, or perhaps the instinct of survival was too strong in this mouse. At the last moment, his reason once again broke through the shackles of the Imperius Curse, but it was all in vain.

He could only watch his body lose control, his broken hand reaching for the jeweled ring - and he heard the voices of James and Lily.

"Do not!!!"

"Boom"

When the ring was embedded in his finger, it seemed as if a small bubble broke in the air, the sound was slight but clear.

The next moment, a high-pitched scream sounded, carrying unbearable pain, and then stopped abruptly.

Dark magic poured out from the death emblems of the three Peverell brothers and covered Peter Pettigrew's entire body, like black mud, corroding his already weak body.

It took only a few seconds, before even Dumbledore had recovered from his trance, and Peter Pettigrew had fallen heavily to the ground, turning into a charred corpse, freezing his last painful struggle in life.

"Danglang"

The ring fell from his withered finger to the ground, rolling towards the two of them.

The breath of death and curse dissipated the tempting whispers of the Resurrection Stone, like a basin of cold water poured on the heart.

Dumbledore, who was frightened and sweating, did not hesitate to draw out his wand and cast a spell, but Lynn was faster than him.

“Swoosh—clang”

The sharp fangs of the serpent pierced through the air, engraved with the luster of rune magic, and hit the rolling ring like an arrow.

“Ka…Ka…”

Tiny cracks appeared at the moment of collision, and black mist poured out from the shattered ring body like flowing ink.

The simmering lava fire had risen from the floor and died quietly, adding a burnt smell to the dilapidated house.

There is also a faint smell of sulfur.

"The fifth one, there are only two left." Lynn bent down to pick up his treasured basilisk fang, wiped off the black magic on it, and ignored the resurrection stone lying on the ground - the same temptation would not work on him twice.

"Yes, you have taken away Tom's five lives." Dumbledore smiled as he silently put away his wand, "You also saved my life. As you said, the Resurrection Stone is really a great temptation that I can't resist. To be honest, even now, I still need a lot of effort to restrain my impulse to pick it up. Can you please do it for me?"

"You are the greatest White Wizard, Headmaster. One who can conquer death."

Lynn had no intention of helping at all. He just tapped his wand lightly, and the broken soul and the last trace of the Horcrux were completely wiped out. Only a broken ring was left, with the Peverell brothers' coat of arms and the strange gem faintly visible.

"In about half an hour, the Muggles who see this will call the police, and then the Ministry of Magic will know. Amelia and the others will take care of the rest." He turned around and said, "This ring is yours now. Whether you keep it or destroy it, it has nothing to do with me. See you tomorrow."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared in front of Dumbledore, and he threw this difficult problem to the old man with struggle and bitterness in his eyes without any hesitation.

Peter Pettigrew, who died with his eyes open, lay alone on the floor, his watery eyes wide open, silently expressing his despair.

He unlocked the seal and the cursed offering, passively giving away everything he had.

But this is the retribution he deserves and the greatest value of his life.

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As time passed, the deserted mansion became dead silent, with only the old man's heavy breathing remaining.

The smell of blood, burning, and moldy stench mixed together.

He was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

The longer a person lives, the harder it is to relieve the pain that is pent up in his heart.

It was not until he heard the screams of the Muggle villagers outside the door that he woke up from his dream. He drew out his wand at lightning speed, erased all the marks of everyone who had been here except Peter Pettigrew, and put the broken ring on his hand.

He would confront his own apology as if he were looking directly at the girl in the Mirror of Erised.

Amidst the faint sighs, the tall yet inexplicably thin and sad figure also disappeared.

Soon, the staff of the Ministry of Magic will arrive here and discover the corpse of the fugitive who has caused chaos in the ministry, as well as the endless evil magic throughout the deserted house.

Gaunt, this ancient and noble surname that disappeared long ago in the long river of history, will reappear in the vision of the entire wizarding society along with the sin and the name of "Voldemort".

Peter Pettigrew, the former hero, will also return to his rightful identity and have a funny yet reasonable ending.

This is a special Valentine's Day.

It seems that predictions are not necessarily accurate.

Chapter 318 The First Level Magic

Hero or Traitor? The Life of Peter Pettigrew

The Mysterious Death of Ministry of Magic Suspect Peter Pettigrew

"A strange curse magic suddenly appeared in the old house of the Gaunt family"

"..."

Over the next few days, there were numerous news reports about Peter Pettigrew's escape from St. Mungo's Hospital and his quick death at Gaunt House.

On the streets, wizards, both from pure-blood families and Muggle-born, were discussing this matter enthusiastically, and all kinds of strange speculations emerged one after another.