Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lin En said nonchalantly, and took the cup of water handed to him by Euphemia and took a sip - although the robe can keep warm in winter and cool in summer, he still felt a little thirsty after tossing and turning for a long time.

Grindelwald looked less than pleased.

Although he no longer had much affection for the castle, no one would feel happy to hear that they were "killed", especially in such a disgusting way.

Rozier stood aside, his face, which was always reserved and proud, was now full of sadness.

Compared to Grindelwald, she might be the most depressed one - as if her entire life's hope suddenly collapsed.

Grindelwald saw it, but didn't care.

As he himself said in the tower that year, what he accepted from the Wuka Party was loyalty rather than friendship. He was not a so-called close friend, but a decisive leader.

His face was just slightly gloomy, and his tangled hands slapped Lin En's shoulders hard, with the charred debris on the ground still on them. He stopped for a long time before letting go.

"I'm not planning on making a big splash, Gellert." Lynn said softly, with a smile on his face. "On the contrary, you and your Witch Party will not become members of the Stargazers. You will remain as you are and work in secret."

Rozier's eyes lit up visibly.

"Like I said before, you win, and the winner is always right. You have the final say." Grindelwald did not hesitate. "What do you need me and them to do?"

"I have a lot of things I want you to do, but right now there are two most important things - one is about you, and the other is about your witch party." Lin En said slowly, "Let's talk about your own business first."

"No hurry, let me guess." Grindelwald raised the corner of his mouth, "About the little kid who made several Horcruxes?"

"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong." Lin En looked at him with a smile, "Dumbledore probably wouldn't want you to participate in the whole process of killing that guy. What I want to talk about is another thing, about goblins."

"Fairies?" Grindelwald's eyes sharpened. "What is there to be plotted against these greedy little creatures?"

"They have the ability to accumulate and control wealth, and they have the technology to make magic items - these two points are very important to me and Stargazer." Lynn drank the warm water in the cup and said happily, "Now I need you to protect and support one of them and clear the obstacles for him from the Goblin Speaker."

"You have a wide circle of friends... But this is just a small matter for me, just killing a few small guys."

"I think so too, as long as you don't create unnecessary trouble like you did when you manipulated the Kirin election." Lin En teased, and before Grindelwald lost face and got angry, he changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about the Witch Party. They really want to do something."

"...You say." Grindelwald said through gritted teeth, holding back his anger.

"I think Dumbledore has told you about Leviathan, and this matter is also related to them. I need you to contact and investigate those intelligent species that may be involved in these conspiracies, such as vampires and banshees."

"You want to snatch people from those people?"

"Of course, the best way to deal with these insects hiding in the dark is to increase one's strength while decrease the other's strength."

"That makes sense. What are you going to do?"

"You will get enough Galleons from the goblin councillor to solve the problem. Have your people search for them throughout Europe. If they listen to your advice, settle them down properly."

"What if they don't listen? These races are quite hostile to us wizards. I'm curious as to how they got along with these rats."

"Then put them in a good place."

Lynn calmly repeated what she had just said.

Grindelwald's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lynn with more undisguised admiration than before.

"I know you're not the indecisive type like Dumbledore." The old man's smile was full of coldness, and the sharpness and murderousness between his eyebrows were as if he had returned to the time sixty or seventy years ago when he was at his most brilliant. "Leave it to me. Since you don't want to dirty your hands, let us do it for you."

"I am completely relieved to have you here. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future. Here, keep in touch."

The glittering silver badge drew a parabola in the air and landed in Grindelwald's open palm.

What was engraved on it was not the stargazer's hexagram pattern, but a sharp dagger.

As the words fell, Lynn and Euphemia disappeared on the hills that were almost blackened by the flames.

Grindelwald played with the badge in his hand, looking it up and down with interest, then threw it to Rosier.

"You all heard it, let them all get ready - from today on there is no longer any witch party, but our ideals will still be realized one day. I want you to follow his leadership as you follow me."

“…your will.”

Rosier bowed and accepted the order, holding the badge tightly, he turned into a phantom and hurried to the town where all the members of the Witch Party were gathered to convey the result of the duel and Grindelwald's orders.

And deal with any minor noise that may arise - as the "mistress" of the Witch Party.

When the flames were completely extinguished, only black ruins remained of the former Witch Party headquarters and Grindelwald Prison, as well as a prisoner who had spent decades here, a "dead" prisoner.

He silently looked at his "tombstone" and muttered something, but no one could hear anything he said.

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The peaceful and cheerful July had just ended and August had just begun when news that shocked Europe spread.

The front-page headlines across Europe have become eerily consistent, with identical messages published in various languages.

The most dangerous dark wizard and founder of the Witch Party, Gellert Grindelwald, died in his own prison and was destroyed along with Nurmengard Castle in a devastating fire.

Everywhere outside the British Isles, he is the nightmare of the older generation of wizards, the most dangerous criminal, and the most powerful dark wizard in history in the eyes of Europeans, bar none.

Even the news about the Quidditch World Cup, which was in full swing, was completely covered up. For at least a week, the endless reports made Europe seem to have returned to the darkest era sixty years ago.

But these have little to do with the British wizarding world. Even the Daily Prophet, which is keen on following hot topics, only issued a symbolic special report and pretended nothing had happened.

The name Grindelwald was too far away from them, so far that it was completely beyond the scope of life and cognition.

Only a few people felt deeply, but they were just feelings.

They were more concerned about another name than the dark wizard who had never set foot on British soil.

A man who was believed by everyone to be dead long ago.

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On August 8th, the weather was fine.

In the jungle outside Sofia, Bulgaria.

Not far from the vampire's home is a wooden house abandoned by the forest rangers. It has now become a temporary base for the investigation team led by Mad-Eye Moody.

They had been waiting here for more than a month and had obtained some noteworthy intelligence - Leviathan knew about the attack and sent someone to deliver the message, which was both a greeting and an investigation, and the action was extremely cautious.

Following Dumbledore's instructions, they did not alert the enemy but continued to wait for the situation to change.

This morning, they all went out to the edge of the forest, but they seemed absent-minded.

The "culprit" was the Daily Prophet and the letter from Dumbledore in Sirius's hands.

"The affairs of this kid Regulus have been made public..." The unshaven Sirius smelled something different from the news in the newspaper, and his suspicious eyes moved back and forth between Moody and several teammates he didn't know.

They weren't as calm as usual, especially the guys who were said to be related to Eric.

Sirius analyzed silently, and suddenly his feet stopped - he bumped into Moody's back.

"What's wrong, Alastor?" He asked in a muffled voice, rubbing his sore nose.

"There are people nearby." Moody said firmly, "Come out, friend. Did Dumbledore ask you to come?"

After a rustling sound, a slender figure appeared in the bushes in the distance.

The familiar voice came from far away and "drilled" into Sirius' eardrum.

"As much as I'd like to say Dumbledore asked me to do this, unfortunately, I was assigned by someone else."

"Regulus!"

Without waiting for Moody to reply, Sirius, who recognized the person, stepped forward, took two steps at a time, rushed to the person's side, and gave him a solid bear hug without saying a word.

"Regulus Black?" Moody frowned, and looked around vigilantly with his magic eyes, but suddenly found a Niffler coming to his feet without anyone noticing and picking up his trouser leg. "Who's there?!"

"Don't be so nervous, Alastor - the person Albus is looking for is not Regulus, but me."

An old voice with a smile on its face sounded from nearby.

"Newt?!" The vigilant Moody was shocked. He didn't notice his old friend until he showed up. "He actually asked you to come over?!"

"Why, are you surprised? When Grindelwald and I were fighting, you were still studying at Hogwarts, right?" Newt stood up from the bushes where he was hiding, smiling with a sense of mischief, "It turns out that your eye is not enough to see all the secrets, isn't it? It only needs a little hiding."

As if to prove his words, a little creature with long hair and monkey-like appearance climbed onto his shoulder.

At this time, Regulus, who had finally gotten rid of Sirius, also came over.

"Assigned by Dumbledore and Lynn respectively, Mr. Scamander and I will temporarily join your investigation team to assist you in ensuring the absolute safety and secrecy of this base in the next half month."

Regulus nodded reservedly, and while looking at Moody, he saw the stargazer behind him out of the corner of his eye.

He recognized them, but they did not recognize him who had been hiding his identity for fifteen years.

But it's only a matter of time.

An unsung hero of the First Wizarding War, he would soon return to England with Slytherin's locket in his hand - returning home as Professor Ilvermorny and restoring his place at the heart of the Stargazers.

He had waited for this day for too long, and even felt a little homesick.

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At the same time, Romania.

Voldemort, who returned to Europe from Africa, stayed briefly in a remote valley.

Over the past year, this kind of running around has become the norm.

Unprecedented weakness and a sense of crisis so strong that he could hardly sleep made the dangerous criminal who called himself the Dark Lord feel that he could not live in peace anywhere. He could only change his base again and again and look for a possible way to resurrect.

Fortunately, he had two loyal subordinates by his side, so he did not fall into an extremely embarrassing situation.

But it's not much better.

He was as panic-stricken as a stray dog ​​and could hardly find a stable place to stay. His temporary body, which was on the verge of collapse, made his soul increasingly unstable.

He must find a more suitable carrier as soon as possible to accommodate the soul that can never be broken again.

Just when he was almost at the end of his rope, an uninvited guest came to his door.

"Mr. Tom Riddle, it seems that you are not in a very good condition now. Do you need our help?"

His entire body was shrouded in a thick black robe and hood, and it seemed as if there was some magic hiding it; not even an inch of his skin could be seen. Only a feminine voice could be heard from the darkness.

Except for a very few wizards like Dumbledore and Lynn who were not afraid of him, almost no one dared to call Voldemort by his name like this. In his eyes, this was a great insult.

Bella and Barty drew their wands almost immediately, ready to teach this ignorant guy a lesson, but before they could do anything, Voldemort, who was in a "meat ball", said coldly: "Stop."

"Master, how dare he...!" Bella gritted her teeth.

"You guys go out first, Barty, Bella." Voldemort looked at the newcomers coldly, his scarlet eyes showing both murderous intent and fear. "I want to talk to him alone."

"A wise choice, Mr. Riddle." The feminine voice was smooth and without any fluctuations, which made Bella, who was looking back every step of the way, wish she could just cast a killing curse on him and send him to death. "I can help you resolve this crisis."

"You are an alarmist," said Voldemort indifferently. "What qualifications do you have to say that?"

"I have the ability to help you revive." The man in black was wise, "The bones of your loved ones, the flesh of your servants, and the blood of your enemies, which is what you most want and hardest to get."

"…Tell me your name and your conditions."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked suspiciously at the man in black who didn't seem nervous at all.

"The name is just a code name, but you can call us... Leviathan." He walked calmly to the side of Voldemort in the cradle, "We are everywhere and can do anything."

"Insanity!"

“Whether you are arrogant or not, you will know after you try.” The man in black’s voice was filled with a faint smile. “As for our needs, please believe that these are conditions that you can meet.”

In the dark cave, a mysterious and long conversation began.

(End of this volume)

Chapter 399 Final Thoughts

This is the end of the third volume of this book.

I feel very honored and grateful for your continued support, and I hope to respond to your expectations with better writing and stories.

This volume is the largest so far in terms of both length and content, and it also reveals many foreshadowings that were originally laid, some obvious and some hidden.

Structurally, at this moment, the book has officially entered the second half. Many contradictions, both on and off the stage, from ancient times to the present, will become closer as time goes by and produce new and greater collisions.

Starting from the next volume, it will be Lynn's third year at Hogwarts. Many major events will happen, which will also bring about a series of unpredictable and difficult to predict results.

I hope that everyone will like Lynn’s story, and that everyone can find a little comfort and joy in life from it. It would be my great honor.

Although I have written a lot, I always feel that I am still far from mature, and sometimes I am very willful and selfish. I am grateful for everyone's tolerance and understanding.

I will try my best to find the most appropriate way of expression for each story I write, and I sincerely hope that they can achieve the results that best suit my and everyone's wishes.

I will continue to work hard on this, and please support and encourage me. Thank you very much!