Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The purpose of asking Regulus to experience it himself was to allow him to give a more appropriate description and suggestions, which he did.

The final shattered statue proved that the anchor between virtuality and reality still needed to be further strengthened, just as Slytherin did with his own half-finished statue, but the cost needed to be further increased.

But that is prepared for Brian and the others. Even Doris and Cedric among the little wizards don’t need it yet.

Now, a corner of space has been created by Slytherin, and the link of time needs to be filled by Lin En and others.

This is not complicated and only takes a few days with Euphemia's help, although the effect is not as strong as expected.

Strange special effects like one day inside and one minute outside only exist in illusory fantasies.

The flow of time slowed down by half. This was the limit of what Lin En and the Room of Requirement's magic could sustain, and it was also the current tolerable limit of this magic.

But this time is extremely precious to young people who urgently need time to strengthen themselves, especially Neville who wishes he could split the day into two halves - he is eager to master Igor's mental healing magic as quickly as possible.

Lynn was the same, but he couldn't be more reluctant to put too much pressure on his godson.

Young people should act like young people, instead of taking on responsibilities that should belong to their elders too early.

But Dumbledore might not think so.

He took one of the statues away the day after Lynn's successful experiment, and then returned and took the second one - he planned to use them for Kingsley's tutoring.

Lynn didn't object. He didn't mind sharing his research results with Harry, let alone Ron, who was one of his own.

Especially in the context of Dumbledore having to endure some pressure from other schools for one of his suggestions.

Even if it is just to take care of the twin brothers' little brother and the little guy who is like a brother to them.

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Wednesday, October 10, Slovakia.

Somewhere in the Western Carpathians.

The three Voldemorts, along with old Barty Crouch who was still under the control of the Imperius Curse, had been lingering here for many days.

They are waiting for news and progress, and are also planning a plan that can keep him energetic and even resurrect him.

The proud Dark Lord could never allow himself to succumb to such ignorant beasts, let alone allow himself to be despised and mistreated by such things, although he now had to rely on some of the power of this group of monsters.

But both parties are aware of the fragility and utilitarian nature of this exploitative relationship, and there has never been any trust.

Just like Voldemort doesn't know now that another fake skeleton carefully disguised by Lynn has been obtained by Leviathan, and he doesn't even know that the other party did it.

There were only two things he was worrying about.

One is to wait for an opportunity to obtain Harry Potter's blood, a task that is difficult to carry out due to the tight defense of Hogwarts.

The other is to find wild unicorns to replenish his dwindling blood reserves - he has become dependent on this cursed magical blood, even though he knows it poses great dangers.

That morning, he received good news from Lucius Malfoy who was far away in England, brought back by Bellatrix and Barty who had quietly gone there.

"Roll and Avery...how do you think this news is credible?"

After reading the intelligence and Thorfinn Rowle's handwritten letter at a glance, Voldemort asked slowly, his red eyes looking casually at the two loyal servants.

"Roll is a weak coward. I think we need to be skeptical and critical of him." Batty looked at him calmly. "Avery is even more so. But both families do have businesses in Belarus, which they bought a few years ago."

"They would not have the guts to deceive their master unless they felt that the lives of their entire family were worthless," Bellatrix said contemptuously.

Voldemort snorted lightly, a hint of smile flashing in his eyes, obviously very pleased with Bella's compliment which was not a compliment.

He raised the letter in his hand: "Should McNeill be exterminating dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Yes, Master." Batty bowed his head respectfully. "He is now an executioner. I have seen him in the newspaper."

"Then his inside information should be reliable." Voldemort drank a large mouthful of unicorn blood. "This time I will do it myself."

"But Master, your body..." Bella seemed worried, "We will definitely bring it back for you!"

"There is no room for error, Bella." Voldemort's tone was indulgent and gentle. "I must recover as soon as possible, even if it is not the full strength of my heyday, so that we can bargain with those beasts and squeeze out their value."

He raised his head and looked at the cave, which had been deliberately not decorated or transformed with any magic, with a cold expression.

"We all have to remember this time. It is both our greatest shame and the beginning of a new life." He looked at Batistuta with rare seriousness and solemnity. "Go get ready. I need to adjust. We will leave tomorrow morning."

"Your will, great master." Batti bent down respectfully, revealing the back of his head.

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Lynn and Dumbledore knew the news much earlier than Voldemort.

A few hours before Barty and Bella visited Malfoy Manor together, the information and letters that were restored exactly by the cloning spell were placed on Lynn's desk, and naturally fell into Dumbledore's hands.

Also delivered was Moody and Newt's action report. They had controlled Leviathan's Judge Dojis and obtained important intelligence from his head.

In addition to gaining a better understanding of Leviathan's internal organizational structure, the most important thing is a plan.

Leviathan is expected to commend him and the vampire Lestat for their achievements in early or mid-November, promoting both of them to higher ranks and granting them new magic and rewards.

With two pieces of intelligence in front of us, the actions of the two most important opponents and the logic behind them are clearly visible.

The fire was still burning brightly, illuminating the look of disgust on Dumbledore's face.

"Unicorn's blood... He is still as unscrupulous and reckless as ever." He said softly.

"Isn't this exactly what we predicted? He is walking on the path we planned, and has led out Roll and Avery, two guys with ulterior motives." Lynn's expression was a little sleepy. He had just returned from the Room of Requirement not long ago.

Euphemia returned to France and assisted Madame Maxime in preparing for tomorrow's trip as the leading teacher. The final preparations had to be done by her independently, which was not easy because it involved Rowena Ravenclaw's magic.

"What should we do with these two families after this incident?" asked Dumbledore.

"No need to deal with anything for now." Lynn yawned and said slowly, "As long as we deal with that idiot executioner, all doubts will be completely resolved. In fact, Gellert has already solved it, perfectly."

Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't we understand each other? He deserved to die." Lin En said.

Dumbledore was startled, then nodded: "It's really not important, but we should get ready to leave. Are you ready to compete with him this time? Or..."

"As a wizard, I really want to fight with that noseless old guy. It's a rare opportunity." Lin En shrugged and stared into Dumbledore's calm eyes. "But this time I'm not fighting him as a wizard."

His eyes suddenly became sharp, "I won't allow any deviation or risk."

Chapter 459 Dragnet

The Polish-Belarusian border, Bialowieza Forest.

For hundreds of years, this rare fertile land on the European continent has been home to countless rare and exotic wild animals. It has been both the Tsar’s hunting ground and a favorite holiday destination for many Muggle nobles.

In addition, there are many magical animals hidden here that are rare in the magical world, and it has been listed as a key protection area by the International Confederation of Wizards.

Under the golden sunset, the place is full of vitality, exuding a peaceful spring scene.

That's how it should be.

But in the days leading up to Halloween, something changed.

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Faint light filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the trees, leaving spots of light on the wizards' black robes.

Thorfinn Rowle was standing trembling beside Voldemort, not far away were the hooded Avery and Barty the Younger, and Bellatrix was looking at him with cold eyes.

After searching unsuccessfully for most of the day, the atmosphere began to become awkward and subtle.

"Row, my friend, perhaps you can explain what happened today." Voldemort's body was completely shrouded in shadow, without any sunlight falling on him. "Tell me why I haven't found the unicorn you mentioned yet."

"Master...you know, unicorns...may have very special abilities, and we may not be able to control them..." Luo Er stuttered.

He thought this was a great opportunity to make a contribution, and also a brilliant plan to choose a side and change the family's deteriorating situation, but he didn't expect it to start off badly.

The employees, elves, and wizards of the Rawl family who were stationed here have all gone out in full force, scattered throughout this vast forest, searching for the unicorn that was active nearby not long ago, but they have not found any trace of it.

After a whole day of hard work, there was only a tuft of unicorn hair, which obviously did not mean that the mission was completed.

Voldemort has always had a short temper.

Hearing the defense of the Death Eater, whom he didn't like in the first place, his face showed a little more anger.

"That's enough," he said. "I thought your incompetence had a limit, but now it seems that I overestimated your abilities."

There was silence, and then Rawl prostrated himself on the ground.

"Please give me another chance, Master."

"Bella told me before that she and Barty would solve the problem and then bring the unicorn to me. It turns out that I still need to do it myself." Voldemort ignored his pleas and walked forward.

"Master?" Before Bella could speak, Batty trotted forward and said, "If I use that kind of magic here, will it be..."

"I know it's a bit ostentatious, but I don't have the interest to wait any longer. Let's resolve it as soon as possible." When facing Batty, Voldemort showed enough preference, and he even explained in a gentle voice.

But it's just an explanation, very few people can change him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black beam of light shot up into the sky, startling countless birds and beasts, and then condensed into a skull in the air.

The ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp flickered in his pupils, reflecting the figure of a unicorn running and leaping, full of holiness.

Voldemort's face turned even paler, but a flush of excitement masked the slight change.

"Luo Er, clear the way ahead. It's five kilometers to the west." His calm tone fluctuated slightly. It was indeed not far away.

As if he had been pardoned, Roll hurriedly stood up and blew a sharp whistle. Immediately, more than a dozen wizards came rushing from all directions, headed towards the setting sun, and quickly disappeared into the dark primeval forest.

"We should also leave, lest anything else go wrong if we take too long." Voldemort said softly, speaking to Barty and Bella. Avery in the distance could only listen to his shouting.

The quiet journey lasted for about half an hour, during which no one said a word and the forest was as silent as death.

Finally, as the sun was about to set, they felt that unique holy magic.

That was the scent of a unicorn that had been active nearby.

Thorfinn Rowle, sweating profusely, walked over quickly with a handful of unicorn hair and presented it like a treasure.

"Master, we found its trace--!"

Halfway through his words, he seemed to suddenly lose his strength. Not only did he feel cold all over, he couldn't even stand.

Looking down dejectedly, he saw a blood-stained golden blade exposed on his chest through his robe.

The splattering blood even dyed the hair in his palm red, and took away his only ability to think.

His last feeling was that he seemed to have turned into a ball of tattered cotton wool, dry from the inside out.

The world before his eyes became dark, and all his and his family's ambitions and delusions were destined to be buried here.

"Be careful! There's an ambush! Protect the master!"

Barty reacted the fastest. He shouted loudly and flew over to knock down Voldemort who was standing next to him.

The next moment, a violent storm of curses came from the distant darkness, followed by shrill wails.

The flames, smoke, and surging waves of magic all indicate the fate of the pathfinders ahead.

Even Voldemort, who was hundreds of meters away, did not suffer any good. Just where he had just stood, several spells broke through the air and came. The most powerful spell even made Voldemort himself feel frightened.

Before he could think too much, wizards dressed in black robes suddenly appeared from underground and rushed over quickly.

There were not many people, but they were all very capable, led by Lynn and Dumbledore.

Voldemort, who was lying on the ground, saw them and also saw the hawthorn wand waving in Lynn's hand.

The dagger on Luo'er's chest flew out, leaving a bright red mark in the air and fell into his hands.

"Eric... Dumbledore... It really is you two guys!"

"boom--"

"Click"

Flames shot up into the sky, and ancient trees that were over a hundred years old became as fragile as a child's toy. They broke with a loud bang, crushing the surrounding trees and shrubs and alarming countless lives.

In the rising smoke and dust, the masked wizards blasted powerful spells one after another, showing no mercy.

They were well prepared, appearing in various hidden or conspicuous locations, like a huge net covering the sky and the sun, completely shrouding Voldemort and his party.

For only a few brief moments, only sporadic sounds of fighting could be heard in the distance.

The elite soldiers and generals drawn from the Rawl family were destroyed in the sneak attack before they could even hold out.

This only illustrates one problem.

Dumbledore and his men came prepared.