Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

However, all that awaited her was silence.

"……what?"

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While Inès was in a daze outside the office door, Lynn had already arrived at the abandoned bathroom on the third floor of the castle. Beside him were Regulus and Rowena, as well as Dumbledore, who had rushed over as soon as he received the notice.

The entrance to the secret room had long been completely sealed off, with no trace left. However, under the colorful light from the pendant, the bricks and stones covering the hole began to fall off piece by piece.

In a short moment, the deep and winding pipes reappeared before everyone's eyes after two years - still as dim, but without the damp and greasy smell.

Lynn and Dumbledore looked at each other and saw the same message in each other's eyes.

Without waiting or hesitating, the phoenix flew from behind.

There was a loud bang and flames exploded. Everyone, including Rowena's spirit, disappeared at the same time and reappeared in the secret chamber where they had not been for a long time, under the statue of Slytherin.

"This is Salazar's classroom. It was also his secret classroom for training students he admired and trusted." Rowena looked around with some nostalgia. "It's a little different."

Dots of blue light seeped out of her body, blended into the air around her, and then disappeared without a trace.

After a while, the secret room, sensing the familiar magic, became brighter, the light was soft, and it was impossible to find the source of light.

"Slytherin can also use the Light Spell?" Lin En was a little surprised. He was very familiar with this form of magic.

"From an experience perspective, Salazar is very similar to you. When he was young, he went the furthest among us - of course this also has something to do with him being the oldest," Rowena said.

The bland tone conceals obvious sarcasm.

The locket was still moving down the pipe, and she had more leisure time.

"It is becoming increasingly difficult for me to understand the relationship between the four of you." Dumbledore stroked his beard and looked up at the statue.

Compared to the day he destroyed Voldemort's diary, his mood today when he looked at the statue was slightly different.

"That's normal, Dumbledore." Rowena's smile was light and elegant. "Few people can understand the friendship between four very different people like us, including the Sorting Hat."

She looked at the snake statues around the secret room and said, "Lin En asked me about my bloodline just now, but I didn't have time to tell you. Now is a good time to tell you a few words. You may know something about it, or maybe the information has been forgotten over time."

"As you know, this is not just a school, but also a well-built fortress and shelter. However, the enemies we fight against are not just monsters, but also others, such as those Muggles who have been carried away and their helpers."

"You mean, Muggle-born wizards will turn against us?" Lynn frowned tightly, "Why?"

"Because family, wealth, longevity... there are too many things. You are in a safe era, even twenty years ago."

Rowena said with emotion, "Muggles alone cannot complete witch hunting, at least they cannot make truly skilled wizards surrender, but wizards can."

"…Just like America more than three hundred years ago." Regulus said in a heavy tone.

"That's just a small fight, kid." Rowena smiled and shook her head. "I'm talking about a war, a real war between wizards and Muggles, and those monsters - they are the driving forces behind the scenes."

"So the auditorium is a training ground, and the dungeon is a prison for traitors and prisoners of war?" Lynn asked.

"Of course." Rowena said as a matter of course, "This is also where the three of us disagree with Salazar. He believes that Muggle-born young people who may be led astray should be rejected, but we don't think so. The power of wizards is too precious. Not only can it hardly bear too much loss, but it is also in urgent need of replenishment. Every wizard who is educated and grows up is important."

Lynn nodded: "People can be guided. Even magic like the Imperius Curse can be removed."

"Salazar actually didn't oppose us. He just set more conditions for himself, making it easier for pure-blood wizards to meet them. He also selected some of them and taught them here - taught them dangerous magic."

"This is a bit like Helbol." Lin En looked at her thoughtfully, "I didn't experience that war, so there are some things that I don't understand clearly even if I saw them with my own eyes."

"War has its own laws, laws formed by the blood of countless people. My injuries were too severe back then, so I couldn't wait until the day when my conjecture was confirmed. Salazar may know more."

Rowena turned her head and looked at the shadows in the distance. "He will be here soon. I also want to know the answer."

Chapter 449 The Heir's Blood is the Key

Slytherin's locket flew out of the darkness along the predetermined trajectory, neither hurried nor slow, like a ball of light.

Several people, each with their own thoughts, watched it approach from afar.

Dumbledore's expression was the most solemn. As the headmaster, he did not know the details of this history - and the same was true for every portrait hanging in the headmaster's office.

As far as he knew, the oldest one should be the principal who took office about two hundred years after the school was founded. The magical portrait that could contain partial memories was one of his most important inventions.

Lin En was calmer. He had heard about that past event from Rowena and also had some guesses based on his own reading of the history of magic.

He just didn't expect that the war of that era would take this form and involve so many people.

The four legendary wizards were unable to capture them all together, and they only eliminated the group of false gods that were active at the time, and they paid a heavy price for it.

This forced him to be more vigilant against Leviathan, which was likely to have multiple false gods. Now that these monsters, which had been dormant for such a long time, had chosen to show their fangs again, they must have sinister intentions that must be guarded against, and they were likely to be more dangerous than those who had already been eliminated.

He watched the locket fly in front of him, then pass by like a shadow and stop on the chest of the Slytherin statue - there was a stone locket that was more than ten times larger than it.

"Rumble--"

The stone statue that had been silent for a thousand years began to tremble violently. After a sound of hard objects colliding and rubbing, the cave that once housed the basilisk and was opened by the young Voldemort using the blood of the Gaunt family opened again, but showed a completely different appearance from before.

It was no longer a hole, but a thumb-sized groove that tilted inward, and next to it was a small stone knife.

"This is... let us drip blood?" Lin En narrowed his eyes. "What does this old bald guy mean? To test our bloodline?"

A wizard's blood has many uses, but once obtained by someone it can be extremely dangerous. This is the consensus of all wizards who have achieved a certain level of success.

Rowena's expression was also somewhat embarrassed: "I think there is this possibility, so he asked you to find his descendants?"

"This is a difficult problem. No one from the Stewart family will come. Will your magic still be useful?" Lynn asked suspiciously.

"Maybe, I'm not sure." Rowena's tone became vague for the first time, "It's possible."

Regulus thought about it and moved forward.

"I think since he left his things at Hogwarts, he probably won't do anything out of the ordinary, and Ms. Ravenclaw trusts him."

As he said this, he picked up the knife without hesitation and cut his left thumb.

Drops of blood oozed out of the tiny wound, dripping down and falling into the dark groove. It soon overflowed, but there was no reaction.

"This is……!"

Regulus was quite confused and was about to bend down to check, but he saw a jade-colored light appear.

"bang"

With a dull thud, his body retreated backwards like a kite with its string cut off, and the stone dagger flew out of his hand into the air.

But unexpectedly, he did not feel any pain after being hit. He even just took two or three steps back before regaining his footing.

At the same time, the spinning and falling dagger seemed to be attracted by some kind of traction and landed right at Lin En's feet, sticking right into the hard black ground, about an inch deep.

The blood in the groove disappeared, as if it had evaporated into thin air.

The mark on the back of the hand lit up again, revealing a line of meaningful words.

[Infinity and loop are the prototypes of all things]

In an instant, the dozen or so giant snake statues on both sides of the secret room changed their shapes and turned into ouroboros with their heads and tails connected.

Dumbledore was slightly startled at first, but quickly calmed down, and after a closer look he saw the magic.

"It's a very clever transfiguration." He said softly, and then walked between Lynn and Rowena. "It seems that this groove is not left for the so-called bloodline heirs, but for those who are recognized. We should be able to trust this... unique founder."

His eyes were fixed on Rowena, the Elder Wand quietly held in his palm, emitting a warm glow.

Having said that, he was ready to support Lin En, with surging magic power bubbling in his old body.

"That's true... clean it up!" Lin En curled his lips, pulled out a short knife from the ground, and threw it at the top with a simple wandless spell to sweep away the remaining dirt and stone debris, "But I don't think he will have any real good feelings towards me."

"Swish"

The light sound was followed by the sound of blood dripping.

The bright red blood fell into the groove, and it filled up again in just three or two seconds.

After the same silence, a distant whisper sounded in Lynn's mind. It was a spell that truly opened this place.

"Please show your true face, the great founder of Hogwarts, a symbol of power and ambition, Slytherin."

While complaining in his heart, Lynn read out these words in a dry voice, which made Rowena laugh.

Even Dumbledore seemed to relax a little, and his tense expression relaxed a little.

It was the same huge stone face, its mouth slowly opening, but no huge snake monster came out of it.

The pitch-black hole seemed to be able to swallow everything, but it was soon illuminated by the rich jade light, along with the statue and the entire secret room.

The statue was gleaming and its entire body seemed to be made of the softest jade, which was completely different from its ferocious and cruel face.

A powerful yet gentle magic diffuses in the air, making people feel physically and mentally comfortable and relaxed after a busy day.

Immediately afterwards, dense "click" sounds formed a line, as if countless locks were opened one after another at an extremely fast speed, or as if some mechanism imperceptible to the naked eye was triggered. It took a full half minute to return to calm.

The wound on Lynn's finger had healed with the nourishment of the Phoenix's tears - this was perhaps the least necessary time for it to work, but for the sake of the delicious herbs, Fox didn't mind shedding a tear or two.

He stood there quietly, breathing evenly, raised his hand and touched the phoenix's brilliantly feathered head and neck, then dropped his right hand, the dagger disappeared, and the hawthorn wood wand returned to his hand.

"Separation of left and right."

A glimmer of light flashed, and the powerful magic power turned into a simple spell and merged into the statue that was already extremely bright.

The next moment, the giant statue that was twenty meters high was split in two from the middle, revealing the source of the jade-colored light - inside the statue that was blocking the wall, there was an independent space, which was a secret room within a secret room.

A black figure stood inside with his back to the crowd. He was about the same height as Regulus, with a hunched back.

This is clearly a statue, but it looks like a living person, revealing a vicissitudes yet stubborn temperament.

Chapter 450: The Origin of Magic

The first person to walk into the cabin was not Lynn, nor Dumbledore or Regulus, but Rowena.

The moment she saw the statue, she controlled her real and illusory body to fly into it and hung behind it.

As the founder who controls the highest authority in the castle, she understood the principle the moment the seal was lifted.

"Imitating me? What a stubborn old man who refuses to admit defeat..." she murmured, and then she heard footsteps coming from behind her, neither light nor heavy. It was Lin En who was walking alone.

Dumbledore and Regulus were waiting outside and did not act rashly.

Restraining the emotion and reminiscence in her eyes, she slowly turned around and said, "You have been recognized by Helga, so you should understand the mystery here. I won't stay here to spoil the fun. When the time is right, let's continue the previous topic."

After saying this, she left without looking back and disappeared directly at the end of the secret room - it seemed that she was preparing to return to her statue.

Lynn knew what she meant by "the right time". She nodded slightly and walked to the front of the Slytherin statue. She saw the "other half" who was unadorned and even had no facial features.

The jade-colored light shone again, time and space twisted, and the small secret room suddenly turned into a wall in the eyes of Dumbledore and the others.

"First it was Helga, then Rowena, and now it's Salazar's turn..." The old man muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Where did Lynn go?" Regulus asked.

"A space similar to the Room of Requirement, except that its creator became a Slytherin." Dumbledore said, "Perhaps you can go back with my phoenix first, and I will wait for the result here. No one knows how long it will take, but I don't think it will be dangerous."

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As Dumbledore said, the "Chamber of Secrets within the Chamber of Secrets" where Lynn is located has similar characteristics to the Room of Requirement.

With the statue that is deliberately kept unfinished as its center, this small room has a strange magic. It is integrated with the castle, but also has a completely different fluctuation.

Compared to the Room of Requirement, it is more like a private territory. It was built at an unknown time and incorporates all kinds of magic that Salazar Slytherin has learned throughout his life. Some of them are known to Lynn, while some are unknown even to a knowledgeable wizard like him.

The gray space is filled with the depth and breadth of time and space. The scene in front of you is changing rapidly every second, which is dazzling.

Lynn stood expressionless with his hands hanging down, holding his wand in his hand, waiting for the result calmly.

He could feel that his body was changing in a way that was difficult to explain.

——His skin was becoming smooth and white, washing away the hardships and vicissitudes of years of travel, as if he had turned back time and returned to many years ago when he had not yet left England.

Maybe after a few minutes, or maybe longer, the ever-changing scene came to a halt, and Lynn's changes also stopped.

There is a close correspondence between the two.

The scene that appeared in front of Lin En was extremely familiar, and his body seemed to have returned to that time.

A burning manor, blood-stained crows, and broken arms and limbs everywhere.

This is Lestrange Manor, or to be exact, Lestrange Manor in November 1981.

A nameless anger was brewing in his chest, ready to erupt at any time. He had already understood the mechanism here.