Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The results accumulated after a long and hard battle were lost in one day. Under the curling white mist, Grindelwald's face was extremely dark, but Lynn showed a spirit that became more courageous as the battle went on.

"Great! Try this!"

Lin En roared with great momentum, and the shining Rune symbol lit up again.

It was no longer Issa, but Rune Lagus of Water.

The misty fog condenses into tiny water droplets, which seem harmless to humans and animals, but are actually lurking murderous intent in the dark.

Just as he finished speaking, a faint sound of breaking through the air was heard, like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, bringing about the second round of killing.

This is a skill that Lin En rarely displays to the outside world, and it is also the result of years of honing his magic control.

The shadows of Rowena and Helga overlapped on him.

"Don't dream!"

Feeling the murderous intent, Grindelwald responded without hesitation. He used local materials and turned the yellow earth on the ground into hard armor, covering himself with it.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of "ding ding dang dang" suddenly rang out, like a downpour, splashing countless water.

Their sharp eyes like hawks met in the air, and Grindelwald realized Lynn's true intention.

The heavy armor is both a defense and a cage.

He immediately removed the protection of the loess armor, but he was still a step too slow - Lin En had already arrived.

At this point, he no longer had the chance to adjust and make room for error. He could neither advance nor retreat, and was forced to fight in close combat.

And this has never been a tactic he is really good at.

In a short while, the momentum of one side growing stronger and the other weaker turned into a desperate situation and a losing streak.

In this kind of battlefield where magic power and reaction speed can be best utilized, tricky spells are like swift and fierce daggers, chasing and attacking with every inch of danger.

Not only is there Lynn's own magic, there are also floating cannons hiding in every corner like maggots, waiting for an opportunity to strike, as well as several new alchemy dolls.

The battle with alchemists is never a simple one-on-one contest, but a brutal war of attrition with the endless stream of alchemical creations.

Even if these spells can be broken with a wave of the hand by truly powerful wizards, they cannot be ignored. They will always require some attention and energy, and as one gains while the other loses, the balance of victory and defeat will no longer be balanced.

In this difficult situation, Grindelwald, who had been strong all his life, felt for the first time the role and value of defensive magic.

But he knew better than ever that if he tried to hold out like this, he would inevitably lose sight of one thing while focusing on another, and defeat would only be a matter of time.

The cloudy old eyes were filled with anger and fighting spirit. He saw that Lin En was showing mercy and was cautious at this moment, and he also knew what his intention was.

But he was unwilling to let it end in such a sad way.

"Boy, you think I'll give in so easily? You're far from it! Show me your true abilities!"

His neatly combed silver hair was spread out, and in the critical situation that decided victory or defeat, he fought back with his heroic spirit rekindled. When he raised his hand, a majestic red light burst out and blasted the approaching puppet into pieces.

He originally aimed at Lin En's abdomen, but he dodged it at the critical moment, making the puppet behind him the scapegoat.

Dumbledore's eyes widened outside the battlefield. This was the most powerful magic he had used in the duel with Grindelwald.

Unexpectedly, after only using it a few times on the battlefield, Grindelwald spent a long time to make it his own.

Lin En, who was confident in his plan, also showed seriousness and nervousness as if facing a great enemy.

He knew how Voldemort felt. The seemingly insignificant red spell was indeed an extremely terrifying magic.

"As expected of you, handsome old man." He praised sincerely, "You really can't be underestimated by an old fellow like you."

But he did not retreat even a single step. Instead, he strode forward without any fear or hesitation.

His experiences in bloody battles have given him the courage and decisiveness that are rarely seen in this era.

When two sides meet on a narrow road, the only way is to move forward and never retreat.

For a moment, the situation that had been tending to be one-sided became stalemate again, but it was not an entanglement, but a brutal fight on the brink of life and death.

Every breath was accompanied by the clash of several or even dozens of spells. The boiling magic power seemed to make the air sticky, and the shadow above the head became deeper and deeper.

The ridiculously thick clouds completely obscured the fireball-like sun.

In the fierce fighting, even Euphemia, who had the most confidence in Lin En, couldn't help holding her breath, and there was a little more tension between her brows.

The magic power was flowing back and forth in the small space. Due to an accidental mistake, the aftermath of the spell smashed the more than ten-meter-high tower of the distant castle into pieces.

The danger is evident from this.

But both sides of the war showed happy smiles.

Such a thrilling duel between the most powerful wizards with similar strength is rare.

Even though he had the upper hand, Lynn could still find strengths to learn from Grindelwald.

This is the nutrition for growth.

The thriving World Tree rose again, having reached its perfect peak, but it seemed to have reached its limit.

The clouds gradually moved away, and the scorching sun returned with its scorching heat. The dazzling light returned, causing the two people who were used to the dim light to squint their eyes at the same time.

It was at this moment that both sides changed their tactics at the same time.

A rusty sickle seemed to be condensed from the air, emitting a pale green fluorescence all over. The surroundings were like a ghost cave, as if everything had been melted.

Faintly, Lin En even had the illusion that he had seen with his own eyes the god of death that only existed in legends, and his hair stood on end with fear.

But his movements were only faster than Grindelwald's, not slower.

Just before the sickle was swung down, he waved his wand, and countless symbols of different sizes condensed beside Grindelwald. Red light filled the air, like a gorgeous sunset cloud.

The bound Rune Nito caused a qualitative change in the effect with overwhelming numbers, entwining Grindelwald along with the scythe that looked extremely dangerous.

"Don't even think about using this little trick against me!" Grindelwald roared in a high pitch, madly injecting magic power into his wand, which even the well-made wand could not bear the burden. He built a magical chain between the tip of the wand and the powerful sickle, trying his best to break free.

But they were blocked after all.

The endless stream of rune symbols was like a real golden-red chain, binding the sickle and also consuming Grindelwald's magic.

Even after a brief struggle, it began to take the initiative and extended towards Grindelwald, emitting brilliant golden light that even eclipsed the sunlight.

This is not just rune magic.

Grindelwald realized this almost immediately, but was ultimately a step too slow because he couldn't bear to give up his only chance to turn defeat into victory.

A few small and exquisite rune letters were engraved on his wand and hand, and they instantly took effect.

"!"

Not only his body, but also the flow of magic power, it was as if there was a mountain on his back, and he almost fell down.

"it's over!"

Redo's runes flashed by, and the murderous Lin En approached from afar, with a faint light on the tip of his staff.

“Dream on!” Grindelwald roared with all his might, putting up a final resistance, using a terrifying wave of magic to defeat the continuously replicating rune symbols and launch a counterattack.

This is his only remaining means of counterattack, and it is also a skill that is almost impossible for him to perform a second time with his current old body.

But just as he used up almost all of his magic power to launch this desperate attack, the corners of Lin En's mouth curled up slightly, and the mischief and pride in his eyes were not concealed at all.

"you……!"

Grindelwald, realizing something was wrong, was unable to do anything and could only watch Lynn disappear again.

In situations where Apparition cannot be used, the moving Rune is an incomparable terrifying existence.

The surging attack fell into the air, and Grindelwald's final attack was in vain.

Lynn's turn had just begun.

There is no sight, no sound, yet it is everywhere.

Grindelwald felt his breathing begin to become labored, as if he were exiled into a vacuum.

However, contrary to the feeling of suffocation, his entire body felt strongly squeezed and restrained, and he could hardly move even a finger.

At this weakest moment, he lost the ability to resist, and was taken advantage of by Lin En who had already made plans.

The magic connection was broken, the sickle dissipated instantly, and without the restraints, Rune went forward and covered his entire body.

The floating cannon was hovering nearby, and the alchemy puppets were cruising on the periphery, watching eagerly.

"It's over, Gellert."

Lynn's voice came from behind without warning.

The slender wand was placed squarely against his back, emitting a faint but just perceptible heat.

A dry, hot wind blew across the battlefield, raising clouds of dust that fell silently back to the ground after a moment.

A glorious and cruel era has come to an end.

And above its remains, a new era is slowly and irresistibly approaching.

Chapter 396 Are you going to try to stop me?

"…You win, Lynn."

Perhaps after a moment, perhaps after a long time, Grindelwald made a weak and tired voice.

This might be the first time that he didn't use a name like "little devil" but called Lin En by his name directly and formally.

The slender and straight magic wand slowly slipped from his hand and fell on the charred ground, shaking up a lot of black residue that was once soil and stone.

"It's been much harder than I thought, Gellert." Lynn smiled. "It almost exhausted all my preparations."

He took back his magic wand, as well as the only remaining floaters and puppets after the fierce battle.

"If you lose, you lose." Grindelwald raised his arm with great effort and combed his messy hair, his face showing fatigue and relief. "The winner should have everything. I am old."

The same words have completely different or even opposite meanings from more than a year ago.

This was a battle that was more than a year late, and it was also the end of a debate that had long been delayed.

"Then you can be called old and strong."

"Is this pity or respect?"

"Neither. I speak from the bottom of my heart. You are much stronger than the Grindelwald I expected."

"Hypocritical little brat." Grindelwald turned around and glanced at him. "Don't think I don't know your style."

He was responded with a harmless smile.

It was plain, innocent, and 100% sincere.

"Tsk..." Grindelwald turned away with a cold face, feeling a little angry for no reason. "I will abide by the agreement, but I'm afraid you have to deal with that difficult guy over there first. I don't know what you are thinking, to bring him over here."

His eyes met Dumbledore in the distance.

At any time, this most powerful wizard holding the Elder Wand is not someone to be taken lightly.

Especially after a very devastating duel.

But Lynn didn't seem worried at all.

"It's going to come to a head sooner or later, so what's the harm in that?" He said with a smile, walking past Grindelwald. "And I don't think he will be a huge obstacle. After all, I'm different from you, Gellert. I'm not a madman."

After saying this, without giving Grindelwald a chance to retaliate angrily, Lynn walked straight towards Dumbledore who had been waiting for a long time.

"As you wish, Headmaster. Now you should really understand me and my magic." Standing next to the alert Euphemia, his voice was leisurely and light. "Can I satisfy your curiosity?"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, his blue eyes full of inquiry and thought.

"I think so."

After looking at each other for a moment, Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"You have indeed walked a path that is different from all of us, yet similar to all of us."

Not only Helga and Rowena, but also wizards he himself, whom he either knew or had only seen records of, even Voldemort and Grindelwald.

Lynn's magical reserves and combat skills were so comprehensive that even a knowledgeable wizard like him was amazed.

Even after a battle that was by no means an easy one, Dumbledore felt as if he were facing a ferocious beast.

A beast in its prime that could erupt at any time.

Especially after he stood beside Euphemia.