Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

A steady stream of magic power flowed out from his body and the statue behind him, falling onto Lynn's right hand without hindrance like a stream of water, but it did not attempt to penetrate into him. Instead, it stayed on the surface of the skin, forming a small and delicate mark on the back of his hand.

It was a slender snake, with its head and tail connected in a twisted pattern.

If you look closely, you can find a line of letters that are difficult to see with the naked eye.

[Infinity and loop are the prototypes of all things]

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About half an hour later, in the corridor outside the temple.

"In that case, there is not much practical necessity for the commission Rowena gave me."

Playing with two gems, one red and one blue, Lin En said with surprise and a little amusement.

This was the trophy he forcibly removed from the giant snake's eye socket before leaving, and it was also the crystallization of countless magic here.

Including protection and concealment magic around the ruins.

"I'm a little surprised that he would actually entrust these things to us, who are Muggle-borns - this is not like his style." Euphemia was still thinking about Slytherin's words before leaving.

In just a few words, he revealed his final conjecture and what he had gained, and then he turned into specks of fluorescent light and fell silent along with the temple, without any sound left.

"There won't be a better candidate. He knows very well that I will destroy this place. After all, I am not as old as him. I will not keep such a dangerous thing, nor will I pin my hopes on future generations."

"Is it really possible that he is still alive?"

"Not to mention him, I don't think even the young Gryffindor is really dead." Lin En put away the two gems and pointed to the pattern on the back of his hand. "God knows what tricks these old guys will play, especially Rowena. I can never see through her. I'm afraid Dumbledore will have the same idea as me."

"Indeed, she is very calculating... The sea water poured in so quickly?" Euphemia stopped halfway through her words and looked at the second-floor gate of the underground palace not far from her - the sound of flowing water could be heard on the other side of the black door that was blown into pieces.

But this is only a disaster in the eyes of mortals.

The backflow of sea water rolled in, but the majestic purple-robed shadow remained motionless, swimming against the current. It walked leisurely along the path it came from and appeared in front of the tall statue of the goddess along the stairs.

"bang"

The cold sea water exploded, stirring up countless bubbles and scaring away nearby fish and shrimp.

When everything settled, the ruins that had stood on the seabed for thousands of years became truly worthy of their name.

At this moment, Lynn and Euphemia both felt a violent vibration in their pockets.

"Om-"

Chapter 417 Voldemort's "Resurrection"

"So you only stayed in the ruins for less than a day, and you came out just now?" Dumbledore seemed incredulous on the phone.

"I'm also wondering why all this happened." Lin En also looked at the date displayed on his phone. "The most important thing is that Fei and I didn't notice anything unusual."

Having reached the shore, he looked back at the sea behind him, his eyes full of confusion and surprise.

Thinking of the statues and the murals on the wall, he realized that what happened in the underwater ruins might be more bizarre than he knew, and it touched upon the concept of time and space that ordinary magic rarely touched upon.

It was already August 8th, a full week had passed since they set out, and five days had passed since the Quidditch World Cup final, and yet they were unaware of it, and didn't even feel the passage of time - either physically or mentally, which was nothing short of bizarre.

But now is not the best time to dwell on this.

What lay before him, who had just returned with a full load, was a huge mess.

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It only took Lynn fifteen minutes from answering the phone to appearing at the Dumbledore family's old house in Godric's Hollow.

During this time, he had learned from Dumbledore all the events that had taken place in the past week.

On the evening of August 8, a riot broke out at the Quidditch World Cup final. With the participation of a group of unidentified thugs, the victorious demonstration quickly got out of control and turned into a huge chaos affecting the camp with 22 spectators.

During this period, Harry was stabbed in the arm by someone unknown, and even Grindelwald, who was hiding not far away, failed to discover the murderer.

During his investigation, Grindelwald tracked down Barty Crouch Sr. and tracked him back to his home, where he encountered a huge explosion.

If he hadn't gone there in person, anyone other than Dumbledore would probably have had no other outcome except death, and even he had internal organs damaged by the shock wave of the explosion and would have to recuperate for a while.

In the explosion, old Barty Crouch was torn into pieces, revealing his true face.

A sophisticated puppet that cannot move independently.

This shows that there must have been someone operating nearby on the day of the incident, but no one has found any traces.

Especially Fudge who arrived at the scene last.

The Minister's first reaction was disbelief, but looking at the shattered puppet, he had to admit the reality that old Crouch was missing and might have been murdered, and arranged for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to investigate.

It's just that it's too late.

In just a few days, the situation became extremely corrupt, making Dumbledore extremely anxious, until Lynn hurried back.

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As soon as she opened the door, before she even saw Dumbledore, Lynn heard a voice: "We must find Voldemort immediately."

Anxious and angry, these were emotions that Dumbledore rarely displayed, at least Lynn had never seen them.

Appearing with him was Grindelwald, who was recuperating here.

Even after several days, his injuries still hadn't healed fully. There were several circles of magic bandages wrapped around his chest, and he walked a little awkwardly.

Although he didn't say anything, Lin En could tell at a glance that he, who had been arrogant all his life, was now even angrier than Dumbledore.

"Let's sort out the situation first. It wasn't explained clearly over the phone." Lynn said calmly, "Fei has gone to coordinate with Brian and the others on the specific work. Let's solve these problems. First of all, who was with Harry when he was attacked?"

"His classmates, the Weasley children, and Barty and his personal assistant." Dumbledore said without hesitation, "Now Barty himself is missing, and his assistant is under investigation at the Ministry of Magic."

"There's no problem focusing the investigation on old Crouch. I'll find a way to contact Barty as soon as possible to confirm the information." Lynn said, "The other issue is Voldemort's resurrection."

Dumbledore's expression was serious: "I suspect he has been resurrected, which will cause the situation to get out of control."

"Don't worry, it's impossible." Lin En comforted him, "Father's bones, servants' flesh, and enemies' blood, he can't get all three of these things together no matter what."

"Can't make it? What do you mean?" Grindelwald asked, "He only lacks the blood of that Potter boy."

"If old Riddle's skeleton is not a fake." Lynn looked at the two of them with a smile, "I always like to make more preparations. Coincidentally, I knew about this resurrection magic earlier than you did. Switching a grave is not that difficult, but it's not very ethical."

"You—!" Grindelwald took a while to react and was overjoyed. "Ha! You brat!"

"Although this may not be very respectful to Mr. Riddle who has passed away, this is indeed the best solution." Dumbledore was also very happy, and the dark clouds that had been hanging over him for many days dissipated by a large margin. "This is really a blessing in disguise."

They are all scholars who have been exploring the path of magic tirelessly throughout their lives. They are well aware of the consequences of failure in this evil magic - at the very least, they will suffer limb mutilation, and at the worst, they will suffer a life worse than death.

"But we also need to sound the alarm." Lin En looked at the two old men seriously and unconsciously became the leader. "I don't think he will fail completely because his magic power is too strong. The plan to completely eliminate him must be put on the agenda."

"The simplest way is to sacrifice the child and find the coordinates to solve the problem once and for all." Grindelwald said coldly.

"That won't do." Dumbledore interrupted immediately, "Things haven't come to that point yet. We must do our best."

“So you just let him go?” Grindelwald asked.

"I...we can beat him back into a wandering spirit and then cut off his minions. This can at least buy time."

There was a hint of confusion on Dumbledore's face - after all, he still hoped to leave the last trace of James and Lily.

"I won't let Batty take risks for this. Once we take action, we must root out the problem. There is no room for negotiation." Lin En shook his head, "But we can think of other ways, such as... Sorry, I have to take a call first."

Before he could finish his words, the conversation was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

Lynn turned it around and showed it to the two of them.

Looking at the familiar name above, Dumbledore understood what he meant, made a gesture to keep quiet, and quietly retreated into the distance.

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The clock goes back slightly to the morning of August 8th, in a cave in Romania.

The pungent smell of dozens of magical materials was wafting everywhere, and the few people in the cave seemed to be petrified and stood there motionless.

The air freezes.

No one spoke, including the unknown man covered in a black robe.

They all looked ahead at the same time, at the "thing" lying on the huge stone crucible.

A pale face, scarlet eyes, and an almost invisible nose - it was a snake face, filled with pain and anger.

He struggled to stand up or crawl out of the crucible, but it seemed as if the most important bone in his body was missing and he could not move no matter what.

Bellatrix wanted to walk up and pick up her master, but she was stopped by the murderous gaze before she took half a step.

As the three people looked on with their own thoughts, Voldemort, who had freed himself from the baby's body, used all his strength, splashing countless water, and finally overturned the huge crucible that could accommodate an adult, and rolled to the ground along with the blood-red potion.

The huge sense of shame made this evil dark wizard who regarded himself as the Eternal Dark Lord feel dizzy before his eyes, but the wet and dirty touch of the ground finally made him give up the unrealistic fantasy of getting up alone.

"Hel me up."

A dull voice came from under the flattened face. Bella rushed forward hurriedly, not caring about the dirt, and picked up Voldemort, put him back on the bed where he was swaddled before, and supported him with her body.

"What on earth is going on?" Batty drew out his wand and pointed it at the man in black robes. "If there is no reasonable explanation, you will die here."

Voldemort expressed his assent with silence, but the man in black robe remained unmoved and instead walked to his side.

"Explanation? Of course there will be an explanation."

"The bones of my father, the flesh of my servants, the blood of my enemies. I remember you said... You came to collect the most important materials. What was the result?"

"The result is that the enemy's blood is correct, but you got the other ingredients wrong. What is it?" The man in black robe had no idea that someone was pointing a wand at his back. "Is it that the servant is not loyal enough, or is there something wrong with my father's bones?"

"What did you say?!" Bella gritted her teeth in hatred.

If she hadn't been supporting her master, she would have torn the lunatic who said such words into pieces.

But Voldemort stopped her.

"Bellatrix." He called the name of the person next to him softly, calming her down instantly. "Listen to him finish his words, Barty, and put down your wand too. It won't be so difficult to kill him." The sickly thin arm slowly rose up, holding the wand.

That was the yew wood and phoenix feather wand that had accompanied him for nearly seventy years.

"I have killed too many people to count. I don't care if one more person dies. Just give me an explanation." He said weakly, "The reason for your failure and a remedy. If you don't have one, you will be buried with this body, along with those people behind you."

A chilling murderous intent surrounded the man in black. Although it was summer, the cave felt as cold as the coldest days of winter, chilling to the bone.

Chapter 418: Alliance Under the City (Additional Update)

The fact that he became "Voldemort" made Voldemort extremely angry. He became more and more irritable and sensitive as his soul was constantly divided, but the man in black robe did not take his threat seriously at all.

"If I were you, I wouldn't point my wand at the only person who could help you get out of this mess you're in."

He sarcastically said in the most polite tone, "You know the reason for the failure is actually the incompetence and ignorance of the slaves."

His eyes fell on the crazy Bellatrix, "It's hard for someone who has been burned to carbon to accomplish anything."

"Click——"

A green light flashed and headed straight for the black-robed man's chest, but he dodged it nimbly as if he had foreseen it, and it exploded on the rock wall.

"If this brings you pleasure or comfort, please continue," the black-robed man said calmly. "You are a very powerful wizard, but it is difficult for you to hurt or kill me." He said it as a matter of course, "and it is meaningless."

"It's meaningless... Then tell me, what is meaningful?" Voldemort's tone was frighteningly cold.

"Everything meaningful has a price. You have already received the gift. Do you still want to get it endlessly without any effort?" The man in black robe asked instead of answering.

"I don't think you have given me any answers or results that satisfy me. You are testing my patience."

"If you don't want to trust my judgment, we can't continue this topic. You know very well that what I said is right."

In front of Voldemort, who was suppressing his anger, the man in black robe showed no sign of weakness, and even seemed to be in a tit-for-tat mood.

In the silence, the smell of gunpowder grew stronger and stronger, and the dark and depressing cave seemed to have turned into a powder keg that could explode at any time.

But it did not explode in the end, but calmed down.

The man in black robe smiled with satisfaction - although no one could see it - he knew that he had won this round of dangerous game.

"We will discuss cooperation on the basis of truly helping you, please do not doubt Leviathan's integrity."

Well versed in negotiation skills, he expressed goodwill, "Since the resurrection failed, we will definitely help you rebuild your body - but only once more."

"Once again..." Voldemort pondered, "Could it be that the real bone is hidden in your hands, and you are plotting against me?"

"Of course not. This will do us no good." The man in black robe denied it flatly.