Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The reality was just as she expected. Facing the legendary dark wizard with a hundred years of experience, after a brief test that seemed to be evenly matched, Lin En quickly turned the tables with his powerful magic.

It was the same spell, the same tentative attack, but Lynn's momentum was obviously more powerful than Grindelwald's.

This is not a skill, but the purest accumulation of magical power, the fundamental power of a wizard.

Even though Grindelwald is older, Lynn, who has mastered the most spells in history, still has an unsurpassed advantage and possesses magical power that is clearly superior to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald also realized this, and was shocked, but he changed the way of fighting without hesitation.

The long period of a century has accumulated not only increasingly profound and heavy magic power, but also rich experience tempered by countless actual combats.

Having regained his original and most suitable wand, he did not show any fear of fighting, but instead showed a more flamboyant pleasure.

In an instant, the fierce and tricky spell replaced the massive bombardment, and the light curtain was like rain.

In the past year, after losing the Elder Wand, he has not retreated but made progress, and has regained control of the wand he once gave up.

The lost strength was filled by the tacit understanding of blood connection, and when it was fully exerted and displayed, it was not inferior to fifty years ago, but showed a completely different style.

The collision between simplicity and ingenuity is evenly matched at this moment.

In just a short moment, there were dozens of rounds of attack and defense.

The newly rebuilt duel arena has once again been reduced to scorched earth, yet it has also contained all the aftermath.

This was a perfect control, but also a just-right test. The two of them didn't even move a step, it was just a clash of the purest and most simple magic spells.

Everyone knows that this is just a trial run and may not even be considered a warm-up exercise.

The first to change tactics was Lynn.

"Gellert, so much for the morning exercises for the elderly, try this!"

A powerful shout pierced through the noise of the explosion, a dense red light flashed, and Lynn launched an unprecedentedly fierce offensive.

But this was just a feint to conceal the real intention.

Dumbledore stood in the distance and squinted his eyes. His deep gaze penetrated the dust and firelight and saw the dozen or so small and exquisite metal ingots thrown out from Lin En's hands.

He recognized the true appearance of these gadgets - although their size had shrunk a lot, he could tell just by looking at the color and material that these were undoubtedly the alchemical dolls that Lin En had shown to the graduates more than a month ago, and they might even have been enhanced.

In a flash, a bright white light enlarged in front of Grindelwald's eyes, and the next second, more than a dozen hideous-looking Chimera beasts came from both sides.

Chapter 392: Doll and Lihuo

"Huh, Transfiguration? You look a bit like Albus. Did you steal it from him?"

Facing a dozen or so ferocious beasts that looked like stitched monsters, Grindelwald seemed to be unhurried. It was as if his feet had taken root and he didn't move an inch. He even had room to retort when he waved his hand.

He has the qualifications to be so calm.

With just a round of spell bombardment that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, the powerful and swarming Chimaera beasts turned into broken debris all over the ground, even more horrible than the Lin En doll that was shattered in the auditorium.

Seeing this scene, Grindelwald's mouth curled up in a cold arc.

But he didn't notice that Dumbledore, who was watching the battle nearby, was looking at him and the wreckage on the ground with a wry smile.

Just when he was about to use his language skills, which were more vicious than Snape's, to teach Lynn the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, the sudden agitation of magic made his expression change, and the sharp words that were about to come out of his mouth were blocked back.

He was surprised to find that the puppet that had just been shattered did not lose its function, but instead split again after an almost imperceptible violent tremor.

This time it was no longer Chimera, but dozens of cats and leopards with thin appearance but strong limbs.

They were faster than the Chimeras and rushed forward, sweeping in from all directions, running as fast as the wind. Even he had no way to react.

"whispering sound……"

Grindelwald glanced coldly at Lin En, who had slowed down his attack, and his mind raced. Without any hesitation, his body moved like lightning. With just a nimble flash, he avoided the group of cats and leopards that had set up a tight net and appeared behind them.

"Shh-"

The moment he landed, a purple light broke through the air, forcing him to use Apparition again. This time he was no longer as calm as before, and even a corner of his robe was torn, emitting the unique sweet smell of poison.

"Good boy, if you have some skills, try this!" Grindelwald, with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, was not angry but happy. He cut off the corner of his clothes stained with poison and pointed forward with force.

There was a deafening explosion, and the area within sight was filled with blazing flames, as if even the air had been completely detonated, leaving no safe place.

This is one of Grindelwald's most skilled spells of mass destruction. Even for him, it is an unconventional tactic. Apart from Dumbledore, few people have seen it.

But what surprised him was that even though it was blown into pieces, when the flames died down and the magic power reached a low ebb, the debris scattered on the ground still squirmed and pieced together, turning into more and smaller cats and leopards, and making a comeback.

This recovery ability was beyond his understanding of spells like Transfiguration, and it also made this battle-hardened and strongest dark wizard feel terrified.

"What kind of weird stuff are these..."

He gritted his teeth and fought and retreated, smashing the increasing number of cat-leopard puppets into pieces, while dodging Lin En's increasingly fierce bombardment, looking very embarrassed.

In these self-repairing puppets, he seemed to see the shadow of Dumbledore's superb Transfiguration when he duelled with him half a century ago, but they were more agile and difficult to deal with than the iron men he created.

Just as he was thinking hard, he was distracted and a small and exquisite leopard rushed in from the side and rear and rushed to his side.

With a whoosh sound, a thin but tricky red light spurted out from its mouth and hit Grindelwald's waist, but was blocked by the automatically triggered Armor Spell.

"clang--"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out. Even though he was prepared for the sneak attack, the powerful impact made him stagger and almost fall to the ground. Like Dumbledore, he had not used many methods to prolong his life, but he was no longer young after all.

And this leopard that suddenly appeared nearby was just the beginning of a fierce attack, as there were dozens of its kind.

As the saying goes, strike while the sick is weak, and taking advantage of the flaw caused by Grindelwald's stagger, a series of spells that were not very strong but numerous were used to set up a dragnet again.

"Protect them all!"

At the critical moment, even a proud man like Grindelwald had to roll over and chant a spell loudly, using the thick white light curtain to resist the interlocking combination of attacks.

Except for the defeat after the fierce battle half a century ago, he has hardly ever been at a disadvantage in such a head-on confrontation, and this happened twice in a row.

He had to temporarily avoid the limelight, distance himself from Lin En, and then plan for the long term - this was simply unimaginable for an old man who had traveled across five continents for decades and had never met an opponent.

“I didn’t expect you to have such a skill.” Brushing off the black stains and sand on his robe, Grindelwald was angry but also showed undisguised admiration. “So that’s it… it’s alchemy. No wonder it’s so strong.”

"Good vision, worthy of you. Then let's take a look at its true form."

Lynn spoke in a leisurely tone. As he spoke, the cat-leopards whose attack was blocked reintegrated into real puppets that looked exactly like Grindelwald, and raised their wands at him.

The powerful magic was wielded freely, but with a coldness, like an emotionless war machine.

"There are puppets that imitate me?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and looked at the puppet that imitated me so vividly. "These little tricks are not worthy of being put on the stage. They are just insignificant things."

"Whether it's insignificant or not, we'll know after a fight." Lin En didn't plan to argue anymore. He took a short breath and took in the environment around the battlefield with his peripheral vision.

Before he could finish his words, the puppets that were vaguely surrounding Grindelwald suddenly stood up again and launched a fierce attack.

This time they did not use their tough bodies as weapons, but instead used the same magic at the same time.

Kenaz Fire Rune.

The raging fire condensed into a ferocious dragon, which swooped down with silent roars and growls.

"...I'm really underestimated." Feeling the scorching heat of the flames, even his neatly cut short silver hair curled slightly under the high temperature. Grindelwald smiled instead of getting angry, "Do you know that even an old fellow like Albus wouldn't play with fire so recklessly in front of me?"

Blue-white flames rose up and turned into a huge circle of fire beside him, burning everything visible to the naked eye.

The swooping fire dragon seemed to have encountered a huge invisible obstacle, and stopped in mid-air just a few inches away from Grindelwald, unable to move forward any further.

This is the difference in magic levels, the mutual promotion and restraint of magic properties, and the unique and ultimate characteristic of the fierce fire that belongs only to Grindelwald.

Endless devouring and growth, spreading like a raging fire.

The golden-red fire dragon suddenly lost control, and was climbed up by the blue-white flame, occupying the magpie's nest and becoming the source of nourishment and power for the fierce fire.

In an instant, a giant dragon emitting a sense of destruction swept out like a flood that broke through a dam.

"Let me see if these little gadgets of yours are really indestructible!"

In just a moment, the puppets that had no time to evacuate were engulfed by the pouring flames, and the entire world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blue-white mist - or deep black.

Grindelwald wielded his magic freely, and his old face showed the elegance and arrogance of his youth.

Not even Dumbledore could shake his absolute dominance over the evil, powerful, and terrifying realm of Fiendfyre.

This is a throne forged from destruction itself.

Chapter 393: The Glory of the World Tree

The alchemical puppet that had just accomplished a miraculous feat only lasted for a few seconds before it was reduced to ashes by the burning of the fierce fire.

Having lost its target, the fire dragon changed direction and launched its first counterattack since the war began.

The blue flame that had accumulated to the extreme turned from defense to offense and headed straight for Lin En.

This is the trump card that Grindelwald is proud of, and it also announces the arrival of a fierce battle.

"You old man really have something to hide. The Li Huo I was given doesn't have such great power."

Lin En had anticipated this and was still standing where he was when the duel began. Under his feet was the only "pure land" left in the entire duel arena that had retained its previous appearance.

As he spoke teasingly, a glass-like spellbook hung behind him, and the surging magic power made Dumbledore look amazed.

"Helga's gold cup...?"

The old man muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

In his eyes, the vibrant Rune Fire gushed out and met the Fierce Fire, the embodiment of destruction.

"boom--"

Amid the deafening explosion, all things were annihilated.

Even the soil and rocks were vaporized and destroyed by the extremely concentrated flames, leaving only the equally powerful flames attacking each other.

The fire rune cast by Lin En himself was no longer as vulnerable as the puppet.

"Such a strong flame... No."

Dumbledore was amazed at the power of the Fire Rune and the Spellbook, while frowning slightly.

He sensed something different, a subtle difference that only someone at the pinnacle of wizardry could notice.

Compared to the infinitely devouring and growing fierce fire, Lin En's flame rune is inferior. Although it will not be directly devoured, it lacks the advantage brought by the abundant vitality. It is only supported by the extremely strong magic power.

This was not a long-term solution, Dumbledore knew it well, and so did the two warring parties.

"There is no flame stronger than Fiendfyre! If this is your last resort, you are doomed!"

Grindelwald was in high spirits. With a wave of his wand, the extremely brave and fierce fire dragon suddenly grew even stronger and completely suppressed the magic book that had been pushed to its limit.

The glass-like book has poured all its magic power into the fire dragon in front of it. Even the loose-leaf magic is burning, turning into pure magic power to replenish it.

But there is still a gap.

There is a world of difference between a thin line and a thin line.

The dazzling firelight obscured everyone's vision, including Dumbledore, who had to retreat further away.

No one noticed Lynn's movements, and no one saw his raised wand, except Euphemia, who raised her lips slightly and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Swish"

There was a sound so faint that it could not be captured by ears alone, as if the seed of life was sprouting from the soil.

Grindelwald, who was bombarding wildly and trying to achieve success in one fell swoop, felt a slight vibration in his chest, and an inexplicable sense of crisis and fear arose in his heart - that was the intuition of a prophet.

Amidst indescribable surprise and astonishment, he still maintained the action of casting the spell, and the fire dragon rushed forward, suppressing and defeating the Rune Fire, which was still a step short of the extreme.

It seemed that the road leading to Lin En was about to be opened, and no one would be able to stop his fierce fire.

But he suddenly felt that his heartbeat seemed to slow down for half a beat, and the blood flow was frozen for a moment.

[No, there is a problem! ]

In a flash, the battle-hardened man chose to trust his intuition. The fire dragon that was about to win the game suddenly paused, and the huge blue-white body retreated violently under his control.

He passed up the chance to have the final word.

At the same time, he also saved the decisive battle trump card that he had painstakingly created.

The next moment after the fierce fire shrank, a crimson light crushed down in a devastating explosion.

All the curses are over.