Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This was not a very clever or secretive approach, at least in the eyes of the experienced Enzola, but he did not expect that Lin En would treat them in this way.

"You! This is really..."

"It's not something that someone like me should do, right?" Lin En said, "But it's just right for dealing with scum like you. Of course, I won't clean up the situation myself, someone else will."

"...Dmitri Mikhailov?"

"Maybe it's him, maybe it's someone else, who knows? This country is like a huge powder keg, it only needs a spark to turn it upside down." Lin En didn't comment, stood up and walked to Enzola, "It's time to end this farce. You like the chaos here, so it's up to you. But you have to bear the consequences yourself, don't complain."

He turned to look at the silent Dumbledore, "As we said last time, Headmaster, I will not use my powers blindly. See you at Hogwarts next Monday."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared, leaving only the space that was still vibrating slightly.

"A... Albus..." Enzola's voice trembled, and she looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, "Please help me, please."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, and in his deep blue eyes there was anger and disappointment, which eventually brewed into a complex calm.

"I think Lin En is right. I will not use my power blindly. Maybe you can think carefully about what you and they have done and find your conscience."

He left without looking back, taking with him Enzola's last hope of turning the situation around.

"It's over...it's all over..."

With desperate whispers, his legs went weak and he fell onto the sofa he had bought specifically for the job.

What he lost was definitely not just his career.

At the same time, the exhausted Dmitry returned to Moscow under the cover of night, to the heavily guarded branch of the Starlight Group.

There was also a sturdy old man traveling with him.

The bright lights stood out in the dim wizarding district until dawn.

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In Smolensk, Fyodor, who rarely woke up naturally, turned on his radio.

This was his habit before brewing a potion. He didn't have to hear anything, but he had to listen to something to exercise his ears.

It was still a familiar channel, but what he heard was not the usual music, but a voice that was quite familiar to him recently.

"Hello, fellow wizards. I am Dmitri Mikhailov, and I am addressing you."

What followed was the noise and commotion outside the door. Those were his "temporary neighbors" with different feelings.

"This country has been in misery and chaos for too long, and has been trampled on by vile villains like Kozlov for too long. We have endured a broken life and suffered in pain."

There was nothing attractive about Dmitri's voice, and it could even be said to be a little harsh due to its roughness, but Fyodor didn't care about that now. He put down the crucible that he had just cleaned.

"We have already paid too much, but we are facing more suffering with no end in sight. Patience is our virtue, but it should not be a reason for parasites to act recklessly."

At the same time, Kozlov in Moscow also heard the broadcast and roared at his subordinates to interrupt it.

As angry and frightened as Kozlov were those ambitious people who had been fighting with him the day before. They all felt a huge crisis and instinctively wanted to stop it all, but they couldn't do it no matter what.

Because no one knew how Demetrius did it, and no one knew how he had invaded the broadcasting and communication systems that were originally completely controlled by the Provisional Ministry of Magic, and completely usurped them.

They could only listen in vain to the voice coming from the radio, listening to Dmitri's angry declaration, which was not inflammatory at all, but now seemed like a fire rising from the sky.

"It's time to end this! Let all those despicable villains pay the price they deserve!"

"Go get him! And all his accomplices! No! Forget about him, go get those damn bastards! There's no time to fight now, otherwise...!"

Listening to Dmitri's roar, the sweat on Kozlov's face was even more than when he faced Lin En's life threat. His facial features, which were almost squeezed together by fat, showed a cruel and hideous look, but inexplicably he seemed strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Because he knows how much anger and disappointment has accumulated in this country.

A fire big enough to burn everything has been started, and its source is not far away in Smolensk.

This is a life-or-death moment.

Chapter 326 Meeting and Battle

The flames of war spread across a land filled with pain and anger, sweeping across the vast country at an unimaginable speed.

This country, which has almost faded from the sight of wizards from various countries since it fell into chaos, has once again been pushed to the forefront of public opinion.

The more skilled a person is at enduring, the more terrifying his explosion will be after his endurance reaches its limit. This is an unchanging truth.

From Moscow and St. Petersburg, to Kazan and Smolensk, and to the remote Caucasus, wizards who were fed up with the exploitation and ravages of the provisional Ministry of Magic picked up their wands and issued a roar of anger among the voiceless.

Standing in front of everyone and leading it all was the stern Dmitri Mikhailov.

Some people think that he is a loyal lackey of the Magic Committee and a sharp pawn of the ruler.

Some people think that he is a hero who resisted the Provisional Ministry of Magic and an unshakable banner of resistance.

Others believe that he is just as ambitious as his predecessors, or another dictator who is courting disaster.

However, no matter how people discuss and speculate, it is difficult for them to deny one fact.

Even the devil could not be worse than the insects that are now huddled together in Moscow and St. Petersburg due to a sense of crisis.

The wizard school in the Caucasus is about to resume teaching, but it is no longer a simple school - under the leadership of Principal Alexi, the professors who have returned to campus will lead the students who have suffered from the pain of having no school to attend and become the strong backing of Dmitry and his resistance army.

The evacuation channels at the border will continue to operate, transferring wizards with their own specialties who cannot survive the war to safe countries.

This is a war that has nothing to do with beliefs and paths; only survival and destruction are its footnotes.

Everyone saw its beginning, but no one could predict its end.

This is not destined to be a victory or defeat that can be decided overnight, and it is destined to be accompanied by pain and death.

But this is also an inevitable choice and the only way to truly break free from the shackles.

The attention of the entire European wizarding world and even the global wizarding community was drawn to this sudden civil war.

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"It seems that the future I saw before is true. Are you ready to duel with me in advance?"

On Sunday afternoon, in the tower of Nurmengard Castle, Grindelwald was half serious and half joking.

Sitting opposite him was Lynn, who had just finished dealing with many matters and rushed over before the end of the one-week vacation.

There was no Euphemia and Rosier, no powerful Stargazers and Witch Party, just the two of them.

"Your vision has always been better than Dumbledore's, Gellert." Lynn leaned against the cold wall, speaking lazily, "But not now. Let's make an appointment for August 8rd this year."

"August 8rd..." Grindelwald muttered, "You don't believe in our magic number, but you have a soft spot for these two Nordic ones. It's up to you. I don't care."

"It's settled then. See you in the summer."

"Wait, let's chat for a while before you leave." Grindelwald stopped him, "Albus came here yesterday, and he was very impressed by what you did in Russia."

Lynn didn't say anything, but stopped walking towards the spiral staircase and turned back lazily.

"Wenda brought me something good." Grindelwald pulled out a stack of newspapers from under the bed. The newspapers contained the full text of Dmitri's radio speech. "You came up with this paragraph for him, didn't you?"

"Not really. I just gave some small suggestions." Lynn raised his right hand and put his thumb and index finger together. "In the end, speaking requires true feelings. Dmitri is not lacking in this, and so are other Russians."

"You speak as if you are out of the matter. How about it? Do you understand how I felt back then?" Grindelwald asked jokingly.

Lin En glanced at him and said, "Don't flatter yourself. I'm not as unscrupulous as you."

"Whatever you say, it doesn't matter. You did it perfectly, but you can still see a lot of shadows."

Grindelwald seemed to be speaking with great seriousness, "Sometimes being too normal is also a kind of abnormality. This is my experience as a person who has experienced it."

"It seems that you and Dumbledore had a lot of battles of wits and courage in this area, but unfortunately you were still one step behind him in the end."

"That's...! That's not important. What's important is that some things should be changed. You realize that, don't you?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't have come to you. I need to relieve my worries first."

"You mean the little devil who lost his nose? Heh... If you and I join forces, what can he do to us?"

"That guy is quite tough, although he has been getting crazier since his soul was torn into pieces." Lin En shook his head and pointed at the remains of the false god piled in the corner, "And these things, how are you doing with your research?" At a rough glance, only about half of the original ones are left.

"This thing is indeed a bit weird. It's hard to say whether it is matter or magic." Grindelwald became serious when talking about his research. "This is a problem of composition. There are many details that cannot be explained at present. Although it is not difficult to deal with, it is indeed a bit like that little devil. It is not easy to kill."

"Come on, great prophet, maybe you can find a more straightforward way to eliminate them - I won't listen to your fortune-telling. Just do your research. We'll see you in the summer. Don't forget to trim your hair and don't be so sloppy."

"You are the fortune teller... Who are you talking to like that?!" Grindelwald, who subconsciously wanted to refute, suddenly became furious. Just as he was about to explode, he could no longer see Lin En.

Only a single Rune letter was left, faintly visible in the air.

By the time he ran out of the cell and stood at the windowsill of the tower, Lynn had already walked out of the range of the anti-Apparition spell. He just waved at him from a distance and disappeared, leaving him no room for revenge or retort.

"What a little devil who never suffers any loss..."

With a grumble, Grindelwald, who never wanted to suffer any loss, showed a long-lost smile.

"Albus, what will you choose this time? No, I should say, you have no choice this time!"

He pulled out the wand hidden under the bed, used the mist to form a mirror, and trimmed his hair that had not been taken care of for some time.

After some time, Wenda Rosier walked slowly from the hill outside the castle, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

This was not the agreed time, but she had received important information and had to come as soon as possible.

[A group of senior officials of the International Confederation of Wizards resigned collectively]

There was no public reporting of the incident, nor any real explanation, which caught everyone off guard.

All kinds of rumors began to spread.

The most widely circulated speculations are those related to the currently raging Russian Civil War.

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Lin En, who had just arrived home, also received the news.

"Dumbledore is quite decisive when he really takes action." He handed the robe to Euphemia who was walking over, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with one hand, "Is there any news from Russia?"

"Half an hour ago, the last group of people evacuated from Smolensk have been contacted. Victor is arranging for them to go to research institutes in Hungary and the UK. There will be someone to help them solve their living problems." Euphemia said methodically, "The Ie people have also arrived in Kodosdoriz. Funding and security are in place."

"That's good. Now I feel relieved." Lin En's eyebrows were full of joy. "You have been busy these past few days. How about I cook tonight? I also bought a cake on the way back. It's your favorite."

In response, he received a pair of arms that stretched out from behind and wrapped around his front, bringing a feeling of warmth and softness.

Chapter 327 Candidates

Walking into the Hogwarts castle again, Lynn, who had seen so much intrigue and war in the past week, felt as if he was in a different world.

The feeling was different from being back home, there was a stronger contrast - especially with the still desolate Kodos Dorez.

After not seeing each other for a week, the professors and students were almost the same as before, except that there were more discussions about the wizard civil war in Russia - due to the long distance between them, the only way they could get information was to subscribe to a few school newspapers and magazines, which they used as topics of conversation after dinner.

Apart from Dumbledore and McGonagall, the one who approved the leave, the only one who knew something about the inside story was Professor Sprout.

When she received the return gift from Alexei from Lynn, she couldn't help but feel sad about what happened to this senior and his school.

"I don't know what will happen to these children in the future." She sighed as she tended to the herbs in the greenhouse, "We still have to finish the war as soon as possible so that they can go to school properly."

"That day will come, don't worry."

Lin En agreed, then walked forward and tactfully helped his teacher.

It is worth mentioning that these pots of herbs were the gifts that Lynn gave to Sprout at the beginning of the school year. After half a year, they are almost mature and exude a fresh medicinal fragrance - like some special mint.

This is one of the important raw materials for making beauty potions, and even an industry authority like Sprout has to be cautious - she didn't even dare to plant all of them the first time, but only selected a few of the fullest ones and took good care of them.

They thrive in the greenhouse where it is spring all year round, just like the little wizards who are attending classes, playing, or being criticized by professors for not doing their homework on campus, enjoying the ease and comfort of the environment.

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The first week back at school was by no means easy for Lynn.

A week's vacation meant that Professor Babel taught seven grades of his classes - all of which had to be paid back.

After just finishing chatting with Professor Sprout, he rushed to the Runes and Ancient Magic classroom. The fifth grade class on Monday started at ten o'clock.

Because they had attended a whole week of theory classes, the young wizards were already looking forward to his return.

Especially the Weasley brothers and their good friends who didn't like reading, started shouting as soon as he entered the room.

Their vitality made Lin En feel the long-lost breath of youth, and his mood became much better - although he saw the weekend test papers before departure on the podium, the results of several little wizards had already sounded the alarm.

The Weasley brothers and their good friends, who also dislike reading, are even worse than Boyce last year.