Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This is a unique black magic escape technique.

However, he was so focused on escaping and planning his revenge that he did not notice that in the forest far away, beyond his sight, the wizards who were cleaning up the battlefield did not show any fear or dread of letting go of their greatest threat, but were acting in an orderly manner.

He also didn't realize that his Horcrux and loyal servant were not dead, but were carried to an open space by several people.

Dumbledore and Lynn exchanged a glance, then calmly walked to Moody's side and said softly, "Alastor, take everyone back to England, including the bodies here. Don't draw attention to yourself, and do as we said before."

Lynn looked at Euphemia and two other friends, who were the only stargazers here.

His face was still a little pale, and he spoke with a weak breath: "Fei, you go back first."

Only then did the sun set, and the sky turned into a clean dark blue with bright stars.

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escape.

Escape like crazy.

Escape at any cost and by any means necessary.

A dark shadow was moving across the sky above the European continent, so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye, like a meteor.

As soon as he escaped from danger, he used Apparition to protect Batti and retreat to a secret base in Slovakia.

Returning to the cave where he had lived for half a month, he couldn't help but feel angry, but he could only suppress his anger and put the seriously injured Batti on the stone bed for treatment.

By the time Batty woke up from his semi-comatose state, the wounds on his abdomen and other parts of his body had barely healed.

He opened his eyes and looked at Voldemort, who had not abandoned him even when he was running for his life.

He could feel that the other person's body was on the verge of collapse.

This is a direct result of an overdose of unicorn blood.

A body without bones is already fragile, and the extreme explosion just now has drained its potential and is almost unusable.

This is the time when he is at his weakest, and also an opportunity.

"Master...we..." he said weakly.

"Bati, save some strength." Voldemort said, "Bella is probably dead, you can't die. We will get revenge one day, but not now. We must leave this place quickly and find a safer hiding place."

"There is... there is a traitor." Batty said intermittently, "There must be... someone... who... betrayed..."

“I know that traitors will pay the price.” Voldemort gritted his teeth viciously, “McNeill, the coward, will pay with blood… Who?!”

"Rumble...!"

Alert, he turned his head suddenly, but was still a step too slow.

After the explosion, the hidden cave began to shake, and countless rocks and dust fell from the top of the cave.

He felt the familiar magic and saw an old man and a young boy walking out of the cave.

Unprecedented fear came to mind.

"Dumbledore! Mudblood boy!"

"I heard you were looking for a safer place? That's not necessary now, you old noseless man."

Lin En still looked weak, his steps were unsteady and his face was pale, but his tone was very irritating.

But there was a dangerous wave coming from his wand, faintly connecting it to his chest.

"Damn it, you dare to track me!"

"Your stupid servant is also useful. I never thought that her head was so empty. She is even worse than those losers I killed in the early years. I can hardly tolerate idiots, so I sent her downstairs to wait for you. Are you ready?"

Although he looked weak and even hid behind Dumbledore, Lynn's eloquence was outstanding and she made Voldemort furious with just a few words.

"How dare you...! Dumbledore!"

Hearing that he would be humiliated even after Bella's death, Voldemort was so angry that his face turned red, but he didn't even have a chance to speak before he was forced to retreat step by step by Dumbledore's magic.

But this time, he couldn't dodge, because there was a wall a few steps behind him and Batistuta was injured.

Even as arrogant as he was, he had to admit that he was really in a desperate situation this time.

It's like a mountain tiger that has nowhere to go and has lost most of its claws and strength.

Chapter 462: In the palm of your hand

"You two...!"

Voldemort's voice trembled in anger, most of which was directed at Dumbledore and Lynn, who was bullying others, and the rest was a mixture of emotions.

He was angry at his carelessness just now, angry at the traitor for betraying him, and angry at the person who failed in his resurrection.

Added to this was the overwhelming fear.

After the battle of Godric's Hollow, it was the first time he felt death was so close to him.

Bella's death meant that he didn't know which Horcrux he had left, and the risk of death came again.

This frightened him more than failure.

But now he had no time to think, nor time to be afraid.

Because Dumbledore was right in front of him, and there was also the Mudblood boy who was seriously injured but still difficult for him to understand.

He can't be careless at all.

He must find a way to survive!

Struggling to maintain the magic barrier, he already felt weak and empty.

It wasn't just the effect of the unicorn's blood that was wearing off, there was also a curse, a tricky and powerful curse.

The shield, which was already barely holding up, began to retreat, and dents appeared on its indestructible surface, which was a sign of its imminent collapse.

Upon closer inspection, the source was none other than Lin En, who was hiding in a hidden place and silently chanting a spell.

Due to the narrow terrain, he did not intervene rashly, but instead used the most disgusting tactic - dragging his feet.

One attacked from the front, the other restrained from behind. This pair of people seemed to have perfect harmony, which made Voldemort miserable and made him feel anxious but helpless.

At this moment, the extremely weak Batty suddenly clenched the wand in his hand and quietly pointed in the direction of Lin En:

"Shattered to pieces!"

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

No one thought that the seriously injured Batty still had strength left.

Dumbledore and Voldemort, who were attacking each other with all their might, did not notice it, nor did Lynn, who was concentrating on cursing.

The faint but solid white light passed through the cave and fell squarely on the thick rock wall in front of Lin En.

"boom--"

The rock wall that had been cracked by the previous magic was completely shattered in the explosion.

The flying gravel and shock waves caught Lynn off guard and sent him flying, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. The curse that had been plaguing Voldemort also subsided, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

As luck would have it, Dumbledore was also affected at this time. Under the influence of the aftermath, he staggered slightly and his attack slowed down a little.

Back and forth, one side gained strength while the other side lost strength. Voldemort, who was well aware of the Slytherin's magical unleashing, would never give up this opportunity. He immediately gathered his remaining strength and launched a frenzied counterattack.

In an instant, giant black snakes, poisoned daggers, and skull-like soul magic attacked in an alternating manner, and the cave, which was only a step away from collapse, became like a ghost den.

“Master!” Barty shouted weakly, which slightly sobered Voldemort from his fury. “Go, it will be too late if you don’t leave now!”

In a flash, Lin En and Dumbledore, who had regrouped, also adapted to the rhythm. They neutralized the fierce and crazy counterattack with a wave of their hands and were about to join forces to attack.

Voldemort was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He dared not be careless anymore. With a shock of magic, he destroyed Lynn's hunting curse. He then picked up Barty and left. However, he was stopped by Dumbledore at the entrance of the cave, rudely and forcefully.

"You can't go, Tom. You and your criminal servants must atone for the sins of those who died at your hands!"

Dumbledore's all-out attack made everyone realize why he was from Gryffindor and why he inherited Godric's mantle.

Although the lion is old, its power is still there.

With his hair and beard standing up, he struck fear into everyone, including Voldemort, who fought him hand-to-hand in the most naked way.

"Don't even think about it!"

Voldemort, with bloodshot eyes, roared at the top of his lungs, his roar echoing in the cave.

The next moment, his pale body seemed to be filled with high explosives, shattered, and turned into a raging wave of flesh, blood, and magic power, engulfing the two people who were trying to stop him.

The dark wandering soul seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago, or to its old place in Northern Europe two years ago. It was about to collapse, but retained the last bit of vitality.

"Barty, go."

A faint voice rang in Little Barty's ears, and the anti-Apparition magic shrouding the outside of the cave disappeared.

Without time to react, he instinctively recalled a place in his memory and swept away in the turbulence of space.

They no longer cared about old Batty, who was imprisoned in a cell blocked by huge rocks, and could only flee.

And just after they disappeared, Lynn, who was originally in a mess, instantly recovered. With a sweep of his wand, the boiling magic power and Voldemort's Jedi counterattack vanished into thin air.

The blood mist and dark magic disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

The speed was so fast that even Dumbledore was a little surprised.

In the blink of an eye, all that was left in the cave were dirty rubble and countless spider-web-like cracks that could split and collapse again at any time.

"Old Barty should be behind this stone. We have to be a little careful," said Dumbledore.

He observed his surroundings carefully and waved his wand in the most cautious manner.

"Veravito!"

The huge rock that stretched outside the small cave suddenly turned into a clever lock and fell to the ground, revealing a prison cell inside and a haggard wizard lying on the ground.

Even the previous battle was unable to awaken him from the Imperius Curse and the dying coma, which showed how dire his situation was.

"If I were Voldemort, I would not be so cruel to the father of my loyal subordinates, even though I know that there is a deep conflict between them." Dumbledore closed his eyes with reluctance.

"So you are not Voldemort." Lynn walked past him and pointed his wand at old Barty, "Return your soul!"

The Imperius Curse cast by Voldemort himself was as fragile as a layer of window paper in the face of his overwhelming magical power.

The looming black air was swept away, but the injuries all over the body and even the spiritual world could not be eliminated in a short moment - especially Bellatrix's Cruciatus Curse.

"Maybe we should find him a long-term ward at St. Mungo's, at least for a few months." Lynn said, "I think that idiot Fudge would be happy about it. After all, he is also a power-hungry animal without a heart."

"As for Cornelius, I will talk to him, but I need you to do me a favor," said Dumbledore.

"What help? Take him to the hospital and settle him down?"

"Not only that, but also Bella." Dumbledore showed his sharpness rarely. "We have to hurry. I have to receive guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang tomorrow, and I can't fall behind in my superficial work. I'll leave it to you first."

"That's what I was planning to do. In the name of Igor, the blue body!"

Pure blue light gushed out from the tip of the staff and fell on Mr. Crouch's body, slightly stabilizing the wounds of varying sizes that were almost infected and festered.

"From today on, Gellert will suspend all other tasks and work with Rosier to look after her exclusively - until a way to remove the Horcruxes is found and Harry's problem is solved."

"That makes me feel relieved. I thought you would feel sorry for the result of this action."

"Why should I feel pity? That noseless old fool has been under control from the beginning to the end. It's just that we can't kill him for the time being. There's no rush."

After asking the question, Lynn paused for a moment, and his expression became serious, "Harry is also my student."

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By midnight, Voldemort and Barty, who were as frightened as stray dogs, had fled for who knows how far.

He used Apparition dozens of times. The intense consumption and discomfort of spatial displacement made Batti, who was already seriously injured, look pale.

Voldemort was even more miserable. He finally got a body that was barely usable and was just about to make his plans, but he lost everything overnight and paid a heavy price.

Compared to Batti, Bella is undoubtedly a closer and more important subordinate, although he appears to be fair to them all.

After all, that was a loyal servant who risked his life to help him, it was a Horcrux he made himself, and he had been with him for thousands of days and nights.

Even though he was a cold-blooded animal without emotions, he would eventually be moved by it - but the matter was done.

This time he was really at the end of his rope, and the only option he had was this last one.

A path he was not willing to take the risk of choosing.