Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Dumbledore stood there woodenly, and Lynn's vision began to become blurry and chaotic.

After a while, he said dully, "Twenty years is not bad."

"I think so too, Mr. Lester. Now we should hold today's promotion ceremony. This is a blessing and glory from God. Please close your eyes."

The two of them closed their eyes obediently, with their hands hanging down, as if they were falling into a deep sleep, without any resistance.

Bryce took off his hood, revealing the head of a white horse. Beside him, Part's eyes were red, like a ball of black ink. His entity could not be seen, and he only vaguely looked like a toad.

"Your skills have improved." Bryce said sarcastically, glaring at Lin En, "Go ahead, he's mine."

"Let him eat this thing after we're done. That way you can use him with confidence. This guy is dangerous."

Part raised his hands: "According to the previous agreement, he is yours - if you can solve it yourself."

Then, he pressed all ten fingers on Dumbledore's head at the same time. Dark magic power poured out from under the gloves and penetrated into Dumbledore's mind without any hindrance.

Bryce also cast magic on Lynn in the same way, his eyes full of cruelty and arrogance as if he was looking at his prey, but also a bit of joy, as if he was about to harvest a precious treasure, but also mixed with caution and vigilance towards Part.

The wizards around were no longer surprised by this. Each of them had experienced this "ritual" and had since gained immortality and power and became a servant of the "God".

In their view, magic that directly affects the soul is impossible to defy in any way, and the Imperius Curse is nothing compared to it.

This seems to be the case.

Even the vampire whose terrifying aura made them feel fear and dread, became like a stiff puppet after being hit by a brief loss of consciousness, allowing the attack to be done to them at will.

Today's mission is basically over here - the same thought appeared in everyone's mind.

But they overlooked one detail.

In the palace that was as bright as day, dark lines of magic were spreading along the cracks in the floor.

In just a few moments, he arrived at the feet of the nearest gray-clothed men.

Chapter 505: All beings are equal in the face of death

Time passes by every second in boredom.

Part completed his "ritual" first, and as soon as his hands loosened, Dumbledore fell to the ground, and the blue robe on the tray also fell to the ground.

No one gave him a second glance.

"You haven't been able to solve it in such a long time?" Palt asked, "The soul of a vampire should be much more fragile than that of a wizard, or have your abilities declined? If you can't solve it, just give him to me. There are only a handful of slaves like him, and it would be a waste for you."

"Shut up, is this guy on the same level as the idiot you're dealing with?" Bryce said impatiently, "He seems to know a kind of soul protection magic, it will take some time, don't bother me! If you don't want to fight, go back to your sewer!"

“Just don’t mess it up.” Knowing well the bad temper of his so-called “kindred spirit,” Part didn’t say much. Rather, he was somewhat expecting the other party to fall flat on his face.

They never really regarded each other as companions or the same kind, but they were forced by the situation to stick together for warmth and plan for the future.

If they did not have common interests, there would have been a life-and-death competition between them, like lions fighting for territory.

After a few teasings, Part disappeared into the darkness again under the fanatical gaze of his subordinates.

Rather than showing up in public, having learned a painful lesson, he prefers to hide behind the scenes and control everything in secret.

After Part left, the eagerness in Bryce's eyes became even stronger.

The reason why he had repeatedly postponed the promotion ceremony in the past few months was to make time to investigate this suddenly rising ancient vampire - such a powerful wizard with a clean background is hard to come by, and most importantly, he is not as powerful as the wizard called Voldemort. According to their estimation, he is just within the range that they can fully control.

Seeing that the increasingly fragile soul protection magic was about to collapse completely, a powerful and manipulable slave was about to come under his command - this was obtained at a high price, but it would definitely be worth it.

He stared at Lin En's cloudy eyes, and his body, which seemed neither fog nor real, began to tremble slightly. The dark magic power also began to surge and become restless, as if it had its own life, rushing towards Lin En like a tide.

He had already put in all his strength, vowing to destroy this stubborn magic in one fell swoop, without holding back even a little.

At this moment, the gray lines spreading like spider webs had spread to the ground of the entire palace, and Lin En opened his eyes.

"Is this all you have?"

Voices filled with teasing and mockery echoed in the silent palace, like a heavy hammer striking the heart, freezing everyone in place, forming a hilarious picture of all living things.

Bryce stood stiffly where he was, his eyes full of disbelief and a sense of fear.

He suddenly discovered that the magic power he had injected into the vampire in front of him had completely disappeared, as if it had been cut off out of thin air.

All the wizards stood still as if the pause button was pressed, with expressions of astonishment, panic, or confusion. They blended seamlessly with the surroundings like sculptures.

Part rushed out from the darkness again, looking as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

It's all complicated to say, but it happens in a flash.

Lin En did not appreciate this strange scene. He quickly changed back to his wand and whispered the spell he had prepared for a long time:

"Thunder explodes, flames blaze."

"boom--"

The exploding flames engulfed everything, and everything in the world seemed to be detonated at the same time.

Without any warning, no time to react, and no room for resistance, the wizards who were scattered throughout the palace and surrounded were blown up into the sky.

The strength or fragility of their bodies made no difference, the robes that represented strength and status were meaningless, their bodies were shattered like broken dolls.

Even Part, who was known as the immortal god, was reduced to charcoal, his robes were gone, and only his gray-black body remained.

But they are not the most miserable ones.

"what!--"

A roar of extreme pain suddenly sounded, and then stopped abruptly.

Every inch of Bryce's flesh and blood was burned away, and his entire body was like falling into boiling lava.

The long and narrow lines extended straight from the top of the horse's head to the ground, then cracked to both sides, splitting directly into two.

The dark magic power enveloped his entire body, and the breath of death and destruction was overwhelming, terrified Part who was about to rush to help.

"You're Salazar Slytherin?!"

The familiar and terrifying magic made him feel as if he had returned to the blood-soaked lake thousands of years ago. Bryce, who fell to the ground, didn't even have time to see the true face of his opponent before him. He was destroyed by the double blow of time and destruction, leaving only instinctive twitching and struggling.

Because of his momentary carelessness and negligence, Palt, who could have relied on his strong body to resist a few attacks, lost most of his fighting power. He was also terrified by Slytherin's magic and did not dare to stay for a moment. He turned around and tried to escape.

However, the flames rising into the sky had completely blocked his retreat. The palace that was originally used to imprison and restrict Lin En and the others had now become his cage and tomb.

Lin En sneered and raised his wand: "You beast have some vision, but you are stupid enough to set your sights on me. Then let's keep it company. It will be considered that I am worthy of the old man's inheritance! The flames are blazing!"

The majestic dragon gathered a fire that soared into the sky. The wizards who heard the sound from outside the palace were about to take action, but they were swallowed up without even seeing their opponents. The few who were lucky enough to survive were terrified and dared not move forward.

A hoarse wail came from the temple. It was the voice of the god they were very familiar with, but without the calmness and composure of the past.

"Run! Go back and report--"

The red-robed wizard, who had escaped for his life by being on guard outside the palace, shouted loudly and was about to Disapparate, but the world in front of him suddenly fell into darkness and his consciousness fell silent.

There were several people who were trying to escape like him. The slender red light was inconspicuous in the dark night, but it knocked them all down in an instant.

Dumbledore, who should have fallen in the palace, appeared behind them at some point. The slender shaft of the Old Wand was flowing with moonlight from the sky, deep and mysterious.

"So it's Italy...?"

The old man raised his head and glanced at the surrounding scenery, his eyes as cold as winter.

As expected, the so-called Leviathan is not one or two fish that slipped through the net, but was created by monsters with great ambitions.

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"Damn...damn!"

In the sea of ​​fire in the hall, Part was caught in a dilemma and fell into despair and madness.

The flames covering the surroundings were like an indestructible cage, locking up the hope of life.

Every touch will bring annihilation of limbs. It is not fierce fire, but it is better than fierce fire. It is like a maggot on the tarsal bone and cannot be touched at all.

He recognized Salazar Slytherin's magic, knew that Brice was doomed, and knew that he was next.

But he was unwilling to perish like this.

"Damn...damn!"

He roared and rushed out of the hall, letting the flames burn his body to charcoal and the spell blasting his body into pieces.

He had to escape and tell those idiots who thought they had everything under control everything that happened here.

He had to let everyone know how dangerous and cruel the vampire Lestat was.

He must live until all these damned short-lived creatures, the stupid food and the livestock died of old age.

He must...

"boom--"

The remaining magic power completely exploded in a self-destructive manner, briefly extinguishing the flames in front of him, revealing the moonlight outside the door.

The way to escape is right in front of you, and you can escape in just a breath.

But that’s where it all ends.

The sword that could cut through iron like mud and was wrapped in dark magic pierced through his defenseless body and pierced through his chest.

The harsh curse took away his last strength, and the traces of time came silently, killing people invisibly.

"Who are you……!"

"look into my eyes."

Standing in front of him was Dumbledore, who had returned to his original appearance, his blue eyes flashing with incomparable majesty and depth.

This was the last scene he saw, and it was also the result of being trapped in his own web.

Chapter 506 Killing is neither the end nor the purpose

Late night, Venice church.

The lights were still bright, wizards were patrolling everywhere, and Knox was sitting in the hall where the meeting had been held, waiting for news.

According to convention, Bryce and Part, who were out on the mission, should have responded an hour or two ago, but there has been no news until now.

This is an anomaly, but not too outrageous considering their history of lawlessness.

Looking at the various investigation results about the vampire Lestat on the table, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

Just as he was about to get up and find someone outside to find out what was going on, a shrill noise reached his ears.

"What's going on? What happened outside?"

The ferocious wolf head exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry. A gray-robed wizard walked in upon hearing the sound.

"Lord Knox, it was Lord Palter's subordinate. He was seriously injured and was stopped outside."

"Injured? Bring the person here and don't make any noise." Knox thought to himself that something was not good and gave the order in a low voice.

The most troublesome thing today is not that something might happen over there, but that there is a guy here who may cause trouble at any time.

"Why is it suddenly so noisy outside? The host doesn't like noisy environments. Is this how you treat guests?"

As the saying goes, what you fear is bound to happen. Just when he was about to suppress the situation and slowly get to know the situation, a cold questioning voice sounded from behind. Turning around, he saw that the person coming was none other than Barty Crouch Jr.

"It's Mr. Crouch." Suppressing his displeasure, Knox said amiably, "Please tell Mr. Riddle that there's a minor accident here, which will be resolved soon."

"That's better." Batty looked at him deeply, and then disappeared quietly like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

Knox's worries and concerns did not diminish because of this. He hurried out of the palace, stopped the wizard who was approaching here, turned around and walked to the other side. He did not feel relieved until he returned to his residence.

"What's going on, where are Bryce and Palt?"

"They...all...cough cough cough!——"

The seriously injured and dying red-robed wizard vomited blood and fragments of internal organs in the middle of his speech. It was not until then that Knox noticed the burn marks all over his body.

There is no hope.

With just one glance, he made his decision, raised his hand and waved it, black magic power poured into the wizard's body, forcibly squeezing out his last bit of vitality.

In the last breath, the red-robed wizard, who had almost lost the ability to speak, finally regained some energy and said with all his might: "They were all killed... the others too... it was that vampire Lestat... he could...!"

Before he could finish his words, he gulped down large mouthfuls of blood again. His vitality receded like the tide, and in the blink of an eye, there was no movement.