Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

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A pure alchemist like Nicolas Flamel would not accept Lynn's crude and wasteful transformation.

He threw seven magic gems into the magic circle without hesitation, forming the cornerstone of ancient alchemy.

Each one is a masterpiece made with great effort, and is as precious as the Eye of Helen. Looking back on old Nico's 600-year alchemy career, they can be considered rare masterpieces - they were originally intended to be the raw materials for Lynn to make the Philosopher's Stone.

If the old man were in this room right now, he would probably be so angry that he would pick up his cane and hit him on the head.

In fact, all true alchemists would reject this use of the ox-chewed peony - it is a catastrophic waste.

Different from the Muggle alchemy which lies between fantastic fantasy and simple science, the wizard's alchemy advocates rationality and efficiency, attaches the most importance to creation from nothing, but is extremely disgusted with the transformation of existing things.

The reason is simple: the cost of breaking existing limits is much higher than creating a better and more mature new thing.

But Lin En is not a real alchemist. He is a latecomer and believes more in his comrades who are always by his side. He has the courage to pay the price and even take risks for them.

Exactly at this moment.

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After a long period of accumulation, the seemingly endless devouring came to an end.

The magic gem that had dissolved into liquid was finally filled with precious yet cheap magic power and began to expand rapidly.

It started out as a tiny drop, but in just a few seconds, the blood-red drop turned into a rushing river.

Under Lynn's guidance, this invisible river poured down, carrying the miracles created by alchemy, and merged into the magic book that had been waiting for a long time and was ready to go all out.

Just like lakes accommodating rivers and seas, the original reserves were filled up in an instant, but there is no sign of an end in sight.

A steady stream of magical power flowed into it, and the dazzling light completely illuminated the spacious laboratory.

Black powder kept falling down. It was the residue of materials from when the magic book was made in the past. It could no longer keep up with the pace of growth, but it could not be completely removed. It turned from a help into a shackle.

Strands of black and red spread from a corner of the book. That was the color of the magic gem and also Lin En's magic power. They replaced everything before and created a new body for the magic book.

In just a moment, the black and red colors replaced the original dark brown, heavy and restrained.

But this is far from the end.

Phoenix tail feathers, fire dragon reverse scales, ghost crystals, basilisk scales...precious materials rich in magic power are like the most common consumables, completely mixed in powder form.

After a long wait, they finally got their chance to be used and made their debut.

Under the guidance of magic, the tiny powder is transformed into extremely concentrated paint, which can be applied freely using the magic wand as a pen.

Bright golden lines appear on the book cover, extending continuously, seemingly messy and disordered, but converging at the bottom.

If someone who is familiar with it walks closer, he will definitely discover the key points and essence of it.

The chaotic pattern holds a secret. As time goes by, it transforms into a tall and lush tree with branches and leaves spreading out.

[World Tree - Purple Shirt]

That is not only the magic that Lin En is best at, but also the most prominent symbol of his personality as a wizard.

The Supreme Rune, the great tree that connects the world.

It was not until this moment that this magic book was truly imprinted with the magical mark that belonged only to Lin En, becoming truly worthy of its name.

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As the tide of magic gradually calmed down, the black and red cover also turned from boiling to silent, transforming into a restrained pure black.

The ever-expanding golden lines also took their last breath and stopped as the magic wand was suspended, leaving behind a towering tree.

The bright color gradually fades into a dull, low-key dark gold, plain and simple yet exuding a heavy atmosphere.

Just looking at the appearance, no one would believe that it is a treasure that cost billions of dollars and integrates countless inspirations and wisdom.

But the red and black luster that flashed from time to time, and the deep and profound magical aura lingering on the cover, showed that it was not only a treasure, but also a reborn product.

The room was silent. Lynn sat silently in the chair, looking at his masterpiece.

This was the first time he activated the powerful magic circle that Nicolas Flamel had painstakingly improved over hundreds of years, and it was also the second time this magic circle appeared in the world - but unlike the last time, there was no powerful soul, and thus no immortal spiritual element, but instead it created a pure and flawless crystal of magic.

The transformation from theory to reality was so smooth that it made him doubt everything he saw.

Suddenly, an inopportune sound broke the silence.

"Goo-"

The empty stomach expresses its dissatisfaction through actions.

The lights in the enclosed basement were bright, but as long as you turned your head and looked at the clock on the wall, you would know that it was already very late.

"...Good luck."

Touching his hungry belly, the familiar and intimate feeling of hunger brought Lin En back to reality and made him feel very emotional.

The hawthorn wood wand was emitting scattered sparks, and the proud phoenix feathers were also feeling genuine joy and relief for the rebirth of its partner who had fought side by side with it.

The dark golden purple shirt pattern flashed a faint glow, lighting up the thriving World Tree.

Deep underground, unknown to anyone, after many years, a new legendary magical item was born.

Although only a thin shell remained at this moment, the loose-leaf magic and rich magic power accumulated over more than ten years had been consumed, and even left countless deficits.

But compared with the ultimate transformation that points directly to the mysterious essence, this is just a trivial matter, like the brief weakness after a butterfly emerges from its cocoon.

Wealth is only a superficial thing; only magic is an eternal pursuit.

Chapter 371 Red sleeves add fragrance

The next morning, in the living room, Lin En, who had no classes, was watching TV with Euphemia, killing the laziest and most idle time of the day after breakfast.

In the 1990s, the British television drama industry was already quite developed, and often produced excellent works. Many classic works were created during this period.

But there is no doubt that their minds at this moment are mostly not on the show, but on each other.

"Are you going to continue hiding this time?"

"I do have such a plan." Lin En said softly, "Only unknown magic is the real killer move."

"I agree with that, but you're going to duel with Grindelwald in August. When are you going to tell everyone?"

"Early July, a month is enough."

"Okay, I'll arrange it then. I think Brian and the others will be very excited and upset with you." Euphemia said softly, with a slight smile on her lips. "Besides, this will probably make them bring up that old topic again."

Lynn shrugged and said calmly, "They will understand that power and violence are not the real solutions to long-term problems. To achieve our goals, we need sufficient patience and a certain degree of weakness."

He picked up a grape and put it in his mouth. "In recent years, things have been too smooth. The power in our hands has become too strong. Instead, we must remain restrained and rational."

Euphemia nodded slightly, picked up the glass on the coffee table, and sipped the milk at just the right temperature.

"I understand what you mean, but what are you going to do?" She licked her lips, a gentle smile between her eyebrows.

"Let's wait and see." Lynn said, "Whether it's Dumbledore, Voldemort, or Grindelwald, their power has reached or is about to reach its peak. Dumbledore and Grindelwald are even regressing, but we are different."

"We still have a lot of room for growth." Euphemia smiled and took over the conversation, "The biggest obstacle is time."

She looked at Lin En mischievously and said coquettishly, "You have never studied Rowena's knowledge with me. It is very difficult for me to work alone."

Lin En's heart was moved by her cute look, but her words made him laugh.

"I don't think Rowena's knowledge will be difficult for you." He teased, "I am the one who is holding you back, right?"

"Don't give me that. It's all just an excuse!" Euphemia stuck out her tongue in angrily, then hugged Lin En's arm and said, "I think you're just trying to fool me."

"It's unfair! I'm so busy and have so many spells to practice. What if I really lose to that handsome old guy? How embarrassing!" Lin En cried out in injustice.

He was responded with a coquettish roll of the eyes.

As his bedmate and best partner who spends every day together, how could Miss Fei not know his specific progress?

Her focus was never on the duel with Grindelwald, but on longer-term and more important plans.

But she also understood that the core of all plans was inseparable from Lynn's own level of magic, at least that was the case before she took the most important step that seemed close but was actually far away.

Only those who can change the situation on their own are the protagonists of the game. No matter how strong others are, they are just so-so, including her.

"I know you've been working hard lately. It's really not easy." She said considerately, leaning forward and pressing against Lin En's body. "I'll help you share the burden."

"Of course, we are the best partners." Lin En, holding the soft jade in his arms, showed a relaxed smile, "It won't be long. After some time, I will be stronger than Dumbledore - starting with my magic book, runes and transfiguration."

"I have always had confidence in you, but why don't you take a good day off today? I'll exercise with you on the weekend." Her soft cheek rested lightly on her shoulder, and her soothing tone was laziness, stirring Lin's heartstrings, "Just take a day off."

Sometimes soft words can be more lethal than the Imperius Curse, and this statement has been proven to be true.

There is absolutely no reason to refuse.

Whether it is an attractive lazy morning or an even more tempting paradise.

But Lynn still chose to say no.

He would take some time to create new and more effective loose-leaf magic to fill the gaps in the magic book.

Faced with opponents who may be overt or covert, and about whom he knows everything or only a little, he urgently needs to master stronger power.

At this moment, magic is no longer a mystery to him, or more than a mystery, but an indispensable guarantee, not only for himself, but also for all stargazers and the countless people around them.

In response, Euphemia could only sigh, then reluctantly let go of his arm, turned off the TV, and walked with him into the underground training ground which was still in the same state as yesterday.

Whether it is resting or studying, it is always happier to be together with someone rather than doing things alone.

Although Miss Fei seemed a little unhappy, she gestured back and forth with her slender hands, thinking about where to pinch hard.

However, until the very end, she, who had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, was reluctant to really take action. Instead, she sat aside angrily and acted as an assistant to Lin En, who was concentrating on his work.

Only she can help with this kind of patient and delicate work.

In the brief interval of processing the materials, she pretended to casually look at Lin En's profile, her eyes as clear as water, her heart and eyes filled with the appearance and memories of twenty years ago.

For twenty years, behind the simple sentences are countless boring repetitions, as well as countless difficulties and obstacles encountered and overcome.

She was not just a witness, but a participant who stood by Lynn from beginning to end.

From knowing each other to falling in love, she knows best the weight of this persistence, and also understands best the hardships and difficulties along the way.

Between them, it seems that there is rarely the infatuation of a couple in love. Although it does exist, the long years of companionship and companionship have made this relationship more supportive, with a unique charm in the ordinary.

"Adjust the dilution ratio of the dragon blood paint."

Just as she was recalling the past and the present, Lin En, who was working hard, stretched out her hand and spoke calmly.

This brought Euphemia, who was immersed in the world of memories, back to reality.

Looking closely, I found that the pattern on the parchment was already half completed. This was amazing efficiency.

"it is good."

There was no need for any unnecessary conversation or communication. She swiftly completed the preparations according to the ratios used in countless previous collaborations, mixing the dragon's blood with a faint smell of sulfur into the paint and placing it in the most comfortable position next to Lin En's hand.

The scent of magic mixed with the scent of dragon blood filled the room.

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Tunisia, northwest of the Sahara Desert, the ancient city of Tozeur.

Looking around, there are not many undulating sand dunes, but barren yellow soil everywhere. In the desert under the blue sky, there is nothing moving except the whistling wind and the occasional fox.

Brian and his Auror team have been taking turns guarding this small town and the surrounding traffic arteries for many days.

In the surrounding cities, members of the Order of the Phoenix, represented by Mundungus Fletcher, are also investigating in secret.

They are all waiting for the emergence of Leviathan, which is hiding very deeply but may reveal its true colors.

So far, they have found nothing. Even though the news of Greyback's death has been announced for half a month, the desolate ruins of the camp are still dead silent, and the early warning magic set up by Dumbledore and Lynn personally has no response.

This cannot but make people anxious, but they have to be patient, waiting and analyzing while observing.

This is the basic skill of Aurors, and also the basic skill of those con men and burglars - different approaches to the same goal.

In different countries and regions, another group (or many groups to be exact) of wizards are also active. Beneath the calm surface, there are unknown undercurrents.

And just today, Brian, who went to Tozeur city for a secret visit after disguising himself as usual, made a different discovery.

The clue comes from Mundungus, the short and fat con man who always smells like a mixture of cigarettes and alcohol.

However, the form of the clues is somewhat tragic.