Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Twenty years is just a small part of the life of a great wizard whose life should have been long.

You know, Dumbledore's predecessor Dippet lived for more than 300 years and was a real antique.

Even the longest-lived Slytherin now seems far from being truly long-lived.

Thinking of this, Lin En couldn't help but sigh a little, and he just happened to hear it.

"The memories I left in that damn place must have said that death cannot be truly conquered. Even those monsters will eventually die of old age, let alone us? And we have a legacy."

He looked at Lin En calmly, "Besides, how can you be sure that I am really dead? At least I will find a place to try a method one last time, a unique method."

"This is very much like your style." Lin En said, "After all, your descendants are people who will do anything to achieve immortality."

"You mean that kid... I know him. Although the blood connection is very weak, he did inherit some of my abilities." Slytherin's voice was hard to tell whether he was sad or happy.

"Parseltongue, dark magic, and more." Lynn looked at him steadily, "I will kill him and eliminate the last of your direct bloodline in this country."

"So, I have other descendants?"

"Of course, they were in the New World - you might not have known about it at the time, and your wand was there too." Lynn said with a smile, "They also built a magic school with four colleges."

"...That's good." Slytherin's eyes had some cloudy colors in them, which disappeared in a flash. "Of course I have no objection to you killing the boy born from the love potion, as long as you give him a death worthy of my surname."

"I can promise that." Lin En didn't hesitate, "I will make him die like a real wizard."

"That's enough. There's no need to mention him anymore. Let's get back to our topic." Slytherin raised his hands and waved them to both sides. "What else do you want to know? I've told you everything about those monsters and their magic. The rest is up to you to explore."

"Each generation has its own responsibilities. I understand." Lin En was not surprised. "I am a little interested in this space. Can you share this magic with me?"

"Oh?" Slytherin was startled at first, then he showed a playful expression, "You are indeed a greedy guy. No wonder Rowena likes you so much. I am also a little curious about you - are you really not the illegitimate child of some family?"

"I never reject knowledge, whether it's the false god's magic you taught me before, or this magic. I equally respect all knowledge that can be used as a reference and inspiration for me, and I believe I can deduce it to a higher level."

Lynn's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and to the Slytherin's ears it sounded like he was stating an irrefutable truth.

"Your words will not make me, the creator, feel very happy." The proud old wizard stroked his sparse and messy beard, "But since you made such a request and are so confident, I am willing to give you a chance."

A slender snakewood wand appeared out of thin air and landed in the old man's hand.

"If you want to inherit my legacy, you can't just rely on empty words. Use your real ability to fight for it."

Magic power as huge as a mountain surged out from this old body. Even Grindelwald, who had given his all in Nurmengard, would be inferior to this peak magic power accumulated over hundreds of years of wizarding career.

The church instantly shattered into gray-white air currents, and then condensed into a brand new appearance.

The arena is filled with snake statues and coats of arms, and Slytherin emblems are hung all around.

In the blink of an eye, Slytherin himself turned back to his seventeen or eighteen-year-old appearance, younger than Lynn's original appearance.

The vigor of youth and the calmness of maturity, the vitality of the body and the abundance of magic, the two contradictory sides are integrated into one.

Chapter 453 Road Battle

At this moment, the only thing about Slytherin that made him look like an experienced wizard was his pair of sharp and deep eyes like an eagle. However, he exuded a strong aura that made Lin En vaguely feel threatened.

"I haven't felt this light and comfortable for a long time. You don't think I'm bullying you, do you, the young man who has inherited Helga's true teachings? Don't worry, I will only use the magic power I used to create this space, no more."

Playing with the snakewood wand, Slytherin, who had regained his youth in his own world, showed a long-lost happy smile.

Looking at his meaningful eyes, Lin En vaguely realized that even if this duel was not in its current form, even if he did not ask for this magical magic, the other party would definitely find an opportunity to practice it.

"No wonder Helga and Rowena both said you were not very likable. I almost mistook you for Godric Gryffindor. You two really are good friends."

Lin En smoothed his meticulously crafted hair and fixed his robe that was slightly wrinkled by the release of magic just now. He raised the hawthorn wood wand to his chest, which was standard dueling etiquette.

"I'm not that muscle-bound idiot who only knows how to charge and fight without regard for his life, young man. You will see truly advanced magic, and then you will realize that only absolute power is the true meaning of magic."

The old-fashioned tone combined with the youthful voice sounded a bit strange, but when you think about the aloof and bad-humored Slytherin, everything is not so strange anymore.

He walked forward calmly and skillfully performed the wizard duel etiquette that had been passed down for thousands of years.

It was no different from the duel outside Nurmengard Castle, except that the opponents had changed.

A living fossil who looks younger but is actually more experienced and powerful.

Lin En didn't care. Rather, he was always looking forward to such a safe and rare duel opportunity.

Sometimes, hundreds of discussions are no match for a real fight where both parties try their best.

There are no audiences and no real entities, only the vagueness between reality and virtuality.

The wizards who had traveled across thousands of years turned around at the same time, took three steps forward at the same frequency, and then launched an attack at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

This is a collision of ancient and modern.

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At the same time, in the bathroom outside the secret room.

"I knew you would come." Rowena sat quietly on the edge of the bricks, looking at the witch who hurried over, "But you don't need to and shouldn't continue like this. Sit down and chat with me for a while? Relax, that's Salazar."

"...Okay." Euphemia bit her lower lip, walked silently to her side, and sat down slowly. "What do you want to talk about?"

"It has been a long time since you accepted my inheritance codex, and we haven't communicated yet. I can't help but feel regretful."

Rowena's silver-white soul seemed to have condensed a little more in the short time just now. With a slight wave of her hand, the gorgeous jewel crown passed through the barrier of space and appeared in Euphemia's hand.

"I can see that you have a very good relationship, and he never hides anything from you, right?"

"of course."

"That's a good thing, but sometimes it may not be. For example, regarding those monsters - have you been upset that you can't help lately?"

Rowena seemed to have the power to see through people's hearts. She spoke out Euphemia's thoughts in one sentence, causing her face to change.

"A little bit, but that's okay."

"You are very talented and work hard, but you still need some time to grow." Rowena smiled and said, "This is normal. After all, I have never seen a monster like him."

"...From what you said, there is a way?" Euphemia heard the hidden meaning in her words.

"My crown is not as simple as it seems. Wear it, accept my true knowledge, and make that boy who had the bad vision to choose Helga regret it."

The competitive spirit that he only showed in front of his best friend Helga Hufflepuff emerged at this moment.

Although both of them knew it was just a joke.

No one passed by in the remote corridor, and in the empty bathroom, Euphemia put on the crown solemnly.

Brilliant golden light fully bloomed from the gem called Helen's Eye, condensing into a dazzling halo, as if it was inlaid with sparkling diamonds, but exuding the fragrance of laurel leaves.

Euphemia closed her moist eyes, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her eyelids twitched unconsciously.

This is Rowena's most precious magical inheritance. It does not need to be learned and practiced like a codex, but is a reproduction of memory.

When making this treasure, Rowena had already envisioned the fastest way for future wizards to grow.

Nothing is more intuitive and effective than witnessing the memories of a senior wizard with one's own eyes. However, as the provider of the memories, she needs to pay a huge mental loss, and it is difficult to recover.

In the eyes of this student, the strict teacher also has his own tenderness and kindness, but he does not show it easily.

Looking at Euphemia in her groggy, half-asleep state, she raised her hand and stroked her cheek as if it were her own daughter, Helena.

A silvery-white light burst out from his body, covering the inside and outside of the abandoned washroom, making everything that happened there invisible.

"I really don't know why he would end up with Helga." She murmured to herself with a look of compassion on her face, "That child is too scheming, too murderous, and too lucky. This is not a good sign. I don't know what will happen in the end..."

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Compared to the quietness of this special "master and apprentice" relationship, the "communication" in another space was not so polite and courteous.

Although Slytherin had learned from the experience of the World Tree and tried his best to reinforce the semi-real and semi-conscious space he created to the extreme, it was still overwhelmed by the efforts of both sides and finally shattered by a devastating blow.

The grayish-white chaos was replaced by pitch-black walls, and the statues that had been intact were now covered with cracks, as if they could turn into debris at any time.

Slytherin's true shadow also turned back into an old silver-white soul, losing its youthful appearance.

In the end, he was defeated by the magic power and sorcery that he was most proud of.

Having spent his entire life exploring the ultimate in magic, he chose perhaps the most difficult path of power and reached a height that perhaps no one had ever reached before, but was surpassed by Lin En.

The method used is still upright.

But instead of feeling depressed or lonely, he laughed heartily with great joy for the first time.

"I knew it! My path must be right!"

It seemed as if he was about to die at any moment, yet he was inexplicably strong and full of vitality. Slytherin's emotions were so high that it was difficult to understand.

"What are you talking about?" Lynn asked in surprise.

He was a little confused.

"Your magic power is the strongest I have ever seen. Isn't that enough to prove the point?" Slytherin asked back, "Even Helga was inferior to me back then, and you are stronger than when I made this statue."

The old man looked at Lin En with great satisfaction, as if he had truly defeated his three old friends in one move or two and won the argument and even competition that had lasted for half a lifetime.

Without giving Lin En a chance to explain, he raised his right hand and clenched it hard. A green light appeared in the darkness in the corner, followed by a thick notebook.

The same material, the same emblem, every detail is exactly the same as the notebook displayed in the principal's secret room.

"I once told them that I would never choose any Muggle-born wizard as my successor, and I still insist on it now. But you can open this book - everything you want will be in the book, not only this magic, but also my gift. This is a reward for letting me enjoy it."

As soon as the majestic and irrefutable words fell, the thick notebook fell steadily into Lin En's hand, but there was no feeling of touch, but it was as if he was holding a ball of mist.

"This is……!"

The dazzling white light illuminated the quiet secret room, but was completely blocked by the closed statues, and not a single bit of light was leaked.

Slytherin's figure turned into tiny dots of light and disappeared in the quiet room, leaving only the lingering sound.

"Let's go further..."

Chapter 454 New Background

If Salazar Slytherin had to have a clear-cut antagonist, it wouldn't be Godric Gryffindor, who defeated him by a single move in a duel, because their similarities far outweigh their differences.

The people who truly stood at the two ends of the magical road with him were precisely Helga Hufflepuff and Lynn, who inherited her mantle and all her magical skills.

If Slytherin's pursuit and exploration of magic is to find the limits of magic itself, which is purer than Gryffindor and Rowena, then Helga and Lynn are on a path with harmony as the main line.

Compared to the ancestors who lived thousands of years ago, Lin En may have gone earlier and further - even Dumbledore, who is well-read in ancient books, probably does not understand the magical skills and fighting styles of these four legendary wizards better than him.

It is precisely because of this that he is moving increasingly in a direction that is completely different from Slytherin - or rather, everything Slytherin pursues throughout his life is just a part of his huge knowledge network.

However, when Lin En came into contact with the notebook, which was not sure whether it was real or imaginary, the rough indoctrination that was very characteristic of Slytherin opened a window for him.

It is no longer a vague learning experience, but a process of forcing the long time and memories directly into one's mind.

About the birth, accumulation and release of magic.

The opposition between extreme and harmony was presented before Lin En's eyes in an unprecedentedly intuitive way, which made a wizard like him who was proud of the scale of his magical power unable not to be moved and admired.

Helga's magic was calculated and she used the existing magic power completely without wasting any of it, but Slytherin gave up this approach from the beginning and adopted a more reckless path -

If the current magic power is not enough to cast a spell that overwhelms the opponent, it must be that the accumulation of magic power is not enough.

Even though he lost to Gryffindor that year, his judgment and logic remained unchanged, and he continued to implement them for a long time, until his good friends passed away one after another, and until his own life was nearing the end.

He did take a big step forward, and it was another big step above the peak he had already reached.

"Although I will still follow Helga's path and purpose, I have to admit that you are a true genius, Salazar." Lin En said sincerely, gently pressing his swollen temple.

This was the first time he called him by his name, even though the Slytherin in front of him had disappeared into thin air as the magic was cast.

There was no need to learn or understand. All he could and should do was remember. He used his photographic memory and powerful memory magic to accept the founder's gift in its entirety.

He knew the magic that created this independent space, and also knew why Slytherin returned here in his later years, completed this great transformation and then sealed it completely.

——After completing all this, Salazar Slytherin still did not wait for death calmly, but floated away and disappeared completely.

Perhaps they are continuing their investigation into the traces of false gods and monsters, and exploring the forgotten history from the sixth century AD to their own youth, which they are not clear about.

Perhaps he was practicing some last-ditch method of prolonging his life, trying to challenge death again and seek a new life.

Or perhaps, as his last message suggested, to trace the name that has become as deeply rooted in the wizard's faith as a totem.

Merlin Amprotius.

We don't believe in God, but if there really is a God, it must be Merlin - this sentence was widely circulated in the wizarding world in the tenth century AD and was regarded as a guiding principle by many people.