Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Unlike the Room of Requirement, it is not a space that is transferred based on people's subjective will, nor is it a wishing machine that relies on transfiguration to fulfill wishes, but quite the opposite.

It captures human anger, and the harshest anger in the heart, which goes beyond the emotional capture of the Room of Requirement and enters a whole new realm.

"Can I take this as a display of your magical prowess? Or take it as a provocation to me, Slytherin?"

He raised his head and looked towards the corridor where the charred Rodolphus Lestrange should be.

There stood an old man in a black robe, his shiny bald head reflecting the eerie light of the fire.

"Anger is one of the sources of magic, and so is youth. Those who seek power should not avoid these."

Perhaps he felt that this was not very elegant, so the old man silently put on his hood and walked towards Lynn step by step.

"The power of a wizard is infinite, and only power is the essence of magic. Everything else is just unorthodoxy."

His voice was hoarser and older than the one in the evil god's temple, and he lacked strength and sounded gloomy.

"Then you can just use your own memories as the background." Lin En stepped forward without giving in. "I don't like to hear people lecture me in this way."

The hawthorn wand was spitting out sparks that could almost be seen as the embodiment of anger, which was constantly surging.

Lynn was rarely as unhappy as he was now. The last time he was unhappy was because his emotions were out of control due to the Horcrux.

Facing Lynn's threat, Slytherin did not feel offended at all, but instead had a hint of joy in his eyes.

He asked calmly, "Don't you think your magic power is a little stronger now than before?"

"What did you say?" Lin En's eyes gradually became dangerous. "I have never heard of such a crooked way. Could it be that you are also one of those monsters?"

Before he finished his words, a tricky red light shot out from the tip of the staff, instantly piercing through Slytherin's chest and turning the ruins behind him into tiny fragments that flew all over the sky.

Although his physical appearance returned to that of an eighteen-year-old, his magic power and magical attainments did not decline in the slightest.

With this unreserved attack, even the Stunning Spell, which was not known for its destructive power, showed its terrifying power.

But Slytherin seemed to be unaware of it. He just patted the big hole on his chest lightly, and everything returned to normal.

Including the broken wall behind him.

"Your magic level may not be inferior to mine, and with Helga's skills, your magic perception will definitely not be bad. You actually know very well whether it is true or false." He said softly.

Lin En frowned slightly and looked at the old man who was so close yet seemed to be non-existent.

As the other party said, he could feel the increase of magic power. Although it was only a trace, it was unprecedented and came out of nowhere.

"Is this the magic you developed?" He silently gathered his mind, covered his body with magic power, and strengthened his defense.

He would never accept things of unknown origin without any suspicion, no matter how tempting they looked.

"Magic? I guess so." Slytherin looked up, his wrinkled face showing no emotion. "But I prefer to call it the origin of magic. Where do you think our magic comes from, and what are the principles behind it?"

This was a question, but he did not give Lin En time to think and respond. Before he finished speaking, he waved his long sleeves and disappeared, along with the manor with flames rising to the sky.

The world returned to its mottled grayish-white color, but it was no longer empty, but filled with an indescribable magic.

And there were those strange plankton—or tiny flying insects—that Lynn had seen in the ruins on Crete.

They were omnipresent and seemingly unstoppable, scrambling to penetrate Lynn's body, stirring up his emotions and impacting his reason and spirit.

"Young people in the distant future, you must remember that we are not monsters and cannot understand their thoughts, but we can perceive their behavior. This is my conclusion."

The deep voice echoed in the chaos, and the previous twilight and dullness could no longer be heard.

Chapter 451: False God’s Path

"Perceive their behavior and work backwards?"

Enduring the impacts from both inside and outside and the erosion of plankton that were so lifelike that they looked fake, Lynn's eyes regained their original calmness and clarity.

In the brief contact, he fully understood the intentions of this founder with a strange temper.

It's not Rowena's transmission of knowledge, nor Helga's silent influence. Slytherin's way of conveying information and ideas is as powerful and brutal as his magic.

It is not so-called grace or elegance at all, but the purest indoctrination, Spartan technique, which allows people to intuitively feel everything he knows through experience.

"That rotten hat is right. No wonder he can hang out with that stupid Gryffindor kid..."

Muttering softly, Lynn instead relaxed his mental and magical protection.

Since this was Slytherin's experience and thinking, he had no reason to refuse.

The pervasive strange magic and bizarre plankton instantly found a breakthrough and rushed into his body, causing the initially insignificant fluctuations to suddenly intensify.

The whisper of temptation sounded again, but it was no longer as easily broken as the temple in the past. Instead, with the blessing of many parties, it exerted a power that was unpredictable - it was the tremor of the soul.

The fluctuations of emotions bring power, but it does not come from real emotions, but is fueled by external objects. This will bring great addictive pleasure. The more powerful the wizard, the more difficult it is to say no to this temptation.

“No wonder…” Lin En’s eyes were as sharp as torches, as he carefully felt the rising magic power and the anger that was difficult to understand.

There are also feminine whispers.

This was an experience he had never had before, and it was like a ray of light that penetrated the fog and illuminated a corner of the false god.

The shadow of Slytherin appeared again, standing quietly in the chaos without distinction between heaven and earth. With a wave of his hand, even more turbulent waves and washes appeared.

In this special space created by him personally, he is no longer the legendary wizard sleeping in history, but a true god who is almost omniscient and omnipotent.

His memories and magic, as well as everything he knows and guesses, can be turned into reality with the help of the wings of imagination.

The secret of the false god that even Dumbledore and Lynn could not crack.

Perhaps it is not comprehensive and mature enough, but after a long period of hard work and exploration, he has undoubtedly found a key.

A key to open the door to the unknown and go deeper into it.

The source and mechanism of magic that could control wizards and Muggles and allow them to obtain magic that did not belong to them was now placed before Lynn's eyes - to be more precise, it was placed in his body, presenting every detail with a nearly real feeling.

Nothing is more rewarding than experiencing something yourself, especially when you don't have to worry about external pressures.

Groups of linear runes were engraved in the gray void.

Erosion, strengthening, repair... they are not only the core of puppets and replicas, but also the core of magic.

This is a magic that takes a different path from wizards, created by false gods, and is even the cornerstone of magical civilization.

Lynn's mind raced as she understood Rowena's intentions and also understood why she left in a hurry.

Along with the essence of these magics.

It is a huge temptation like the abyss, but also immeasurable knowledge and wisdom.

Because it is a new path, although it is a detour that hides countless conspiracies and intrigues, it also contains endless value. Even if you only get a glimpse of it, you can observe from the most external appearance to the inside and find out the mechanism and logic.

This is an essential ability for a wizard to reach the top, and Lynn is certainly no exception.

"It seems that these monsters are also afraid of the power of wizards, so they choose this method to mislead." He gripped his wand tightly, "It is indeed a very clever method, but it is just clever. Disappear."

"boom--"

Before he finished speaking, a vast ocean of magical power exploded instantly, annihilating all the beings surrounding him.

Even the magic words in the void disappeared, turning into nutrients for the World Tree, nurturing it into a towering giant tree.

"Kick-"

A crack appeared in the seemingly boundless chaos.

Through the gap, one can already see the narrow secret room and a half-carved human figure.

There was also a long and narrow crack on its body.

"You are worthy of being the one chosen by Rowena and Helga! But it's not enough!"

A hoarse but powerful voice came from all directions at the same time, echoing as if it was everywhere.

As if to prove this, the cracks in time and space torn by the World Tree began to heal - at the same time, the statues outside the cracks were also repaired.

Slytherin came back, straightened his hunched back, his hood and robes gone, leaving only a neat shirt and trousers, and a shiny bald head.

His face was as gray as his long, tangled beard, and his vitality was drained in contrast to his powerful magic.

This was probably his true state when he completed this special secret room - life was like a candle in the wind or a lamp in the rain, and it could end at any time.

But in this world, it can maintain its strongest and most fragile posture, break free from the constraints of flesh and time, and imprint its peak power.

"You not only have to defeat them, but also understand them." He said vigorously, "But this is not enough. You not only have to understand them, but also truly crack them. This is the responsibility that comes with power, and it is also something I don't have time to do."

"So that's why we have the loops and infinity you mentioned?" Lynn frowned and gripped his wand tightly.

“The power of wizards is unlimited, because our thinking has no boundaries, our imagination has no boundaries, and no matter how wonderful the skills are, they only serve the power.”

Slytherin's expression was reserved and proud, and his face, which had nothing to do with handsomeness, suddenly had a bit of dominance.

"The only thing that can defeat us is time, not some unknown god. Even time can only take away lives, but it cannot take away our ideals and achievements. Unless all traces of our existence in the world are completely erased, we cannot blame others."

Lin En nodded slightly, calmly but without comment.

He had only seen such an expression in two people, one was Gellert Grindelwald, and the other was his disciple Doris.

It has nothing to do with bloodline, achievements or age, but rather the undisguised fire of ambition that burns throughout life.

"Although I don't think there is any objective difference between your respective paths, I respect your point of view and the great work you have done. You should be the wizard who knows those monsters best throughout history, more deeply and brilliantly than Herpo."

He pulled out a small manual and threw it across to the other party, "In exchange for knowledge, it's yours. You must be familiar with Helpo's magic. This is my research."

The notebook drew a beautiful parabola in the air and landed right in Slytherin's hands.

"Exchange? Interesting." The old wizard, who had always been aloof, curled his lips and smiled. "It seems that the old guy died once in your hands, although no one knows how many tombs he prepared for himself."

"I think so too, but this at least shows that we are not standing still compared to three thousand years ago, but are still moving forward." Lin En said, "As long as we maintain the attitude and direction of moving forward, the problems in front of us will always be solved, even if we hesitate and regress sometimes."

Chapter 452: How to Inherit an Estate

"This is what young people should be like." Slytherin said approvingly, "You are indeed more to my taste than that guy outside who looks older than me. Wizards should have this kind of energy. Otherwise, how can they explore the origin of magic?"

"My goal is to get more people to think this way," Lynn said. "I'm working on it, but the monsters seem to be getting ready to move. I suspect their goal is to stop this social change."

This was the first time he told this conjecture to anyone other than Euphemia, and even Nico and Brian didn't know about it.

In front of the Slytherin who had most likely turned into a handful of bones, he rarely let down his guard.

"Oh? It's showing up?" Slytherin showed a surprised expression, and then he was eager to try, "This is a good thing, tell me what it is."

He seemed to have no regard for these powerful monsters, which might have gained more power and dangerous means during their long hibernation.

"So far, I only know of one monster with a wolf's head, and its physique is about the same as that of a human. I have killed two more, one with a deer's head and a human body, and the other is not humanoid, but has countless tentacles."

"I know that stag-headed jerk. I smashed him to pieces at sea. I didn't expect he survived." Slytherin's eyes sharpened. "The other two... Is the wolf-headed guy called Knox?"

"That's right." Lin En nodded, "It claims to be the ancient Egyptian god of death thousands of years ago, the jackal Anubis."

"That's right, it's definitely those guys." Slytherin thought for a moment and said, "I agree with your inference. They may indeed think so."

With a strong lift of his withered hands, the gray chaos instantly turned into green grass and a towering church.

An exquisite clock tower suddenly appeared before our eyes.

"This is the lair of those monsters, or at least their former lair." Slytherin said seriously, "There were members of theirs among the monsters we fought against back then. They were not in the same group as the other monsters. We caught it and found this place in its head."

"The church, the bell tower, and the river..." Lin En tried to analyze every scene in front of him. "What's the approximate range?"

"I don't know." Slytherin shook his head. "It must not be a real creature. When we were about to find more memories, it exploded and Rowena was seriously injured."

"?"

Lynn's eyes widened slightly. Rowena hadn't told him this.

"It seems you know something about this."

"Royner only said that she found information about myths, as well as the conspiracies and deceptions within them."

"She's right," said Slytherin. "It's a pity that I haven't found any trace of this place for hundreds of years. Even after Rowena and the others died, these monsters didn't show up."

"Maybe they are scared of being killed by you. Rowena said you killed several very strong guys, some of whom were not much weaker than us." Lynn analyzed.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. At least in our time, they no longer dare to cause trouble, so magic schools in various countries have been truly established." Slytherin was obviously very pleased with this compliment which was not a compliment.

Compared to the development and exploration of magic, the achievement that he was most proud of was perhaps the victory in this war - but the price was also heavy.

The glorious era of the Big Four was all too short.