Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

But it was enough for Knox to understand the situation.

A huge weight dropped from his heart, and Knox, who was covered in blood, was so angry that he almost vomited blood - he had imagined failure, but never expected this result.

A vampire who can kill gods.

Not only did they lose two lives and dozens of servants, they not only failed to subdue the helpers, but also created a powerful enemy - there could be no worse outcome than this.

Thinking of other people's reactions when they knew about this, as well as Voldemort who was recuperating in the backyard, he, who was known for his wisdom among the false gods, felt his head swelling and was in a state of confusion for a moment.

But there is more to it than that.

In just a short moment, there were repeated commotions in the front yard. They were all survivors who had escaped death, all of them were seriously injured. Some died directly from being split as soon as they landed on the ground, and some fell into coma after saying a few words. The smell of blood was everywhere.

The overwhelmed Knox was planning to take charge of the situation, but he heard the voice he least wanted to hear at the moment.

"You seem troubled, Mr. Knox."

Following the source of the sound, he lowered his head and saw a dying snake, followed by a dark mist.

"It seems that I came here at the right time. You have hidden a lot of things from me. Maybe we can have a serious talk now."

A blurry face slowly formed, with irony, sarcasm, and dangerous murderous intent written all over its eyes.

Knox narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and gave a polite fake smile.

"Of course, Mr. Riddle, I said we were loyal partners, didn't I?"

With no other options, he could only put his thoughts aside for the time being and deal with the problem before him.

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At the same time, Hogwarts Castle.

Rowena had been waiting in the principal's office for a long time. Seeing Dumbledore return alone, she hurriedly asked, "Where's Lynn? Where did he go?"

Helga also looked at him nervously.

"He completed the follow-up plan in Venice," Dumbledore said. "Everything went well. The actual combat effect is very good. As long as it can cause serious damage, it can almost be a fatal blow. Now please do me a favor and pry open its head."

"Of course you can...but don't forget what we went through back then. This is very dangerous." Helga said softly.

Rowena also agreed, "These monsters don't look like the creatures we have seen. Back then, I thought I had it completely under control, but the result was still not good."

"I understand what you two mean, but we should still try our best to understand them more deeply. Only by knowing the enemy thoroughly can we increase our chances of winning." Dumbledore looked at the two of them sincerely.

"...That's fine. Anyway, those who have died won't die again. What do you need us to do?"

After a little thought, Rowena agreed, and Helga didn't hesitate any more. She and her friend floated to the false god who was completely unrecognizable.

Brace had been burned to ashes, and this was Parth who was kept alive by Dumbledore at the last moment.

It is also an "old acquaintance" of Rowena and Helga - in the final battle a thousand years ago, it was one of the few monsters that escaped by chance, but after going around in circles, it finally fell into their hands and became a fish on the chopping board.

Unlike the big four's drastic actions back then, Dumbledore was very cautious when he captured a living false god for the first time.

There are at least dozens of magic spells densely wrapped around the relatively intact body, most of which are seals, and there are also protective magics cast by Lin En himself, which can be said to be impregnable.

Even so, he was still not very reassured, so he took the two founders out of the office and went to the Room of Requirement.

There also was a backup plan that Lynn had left behind, as well as sturdy equipment that he had commissioned Mag to carefully arrange.

Even Grindelwald sneaked into the castle quietly under the cover of night and waited there first.

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In Venice, in a long-unused house on the canal, the tightly closed curtains were slowly opened, followed by the windows.

The flying dust made the air seem a little pungent.

Lynn stood outside the window, admiring the quiet night scene.

Not long after, a little bird flapped its wings and flew over, hovering outside the window with a small piece of paper wrapped around its feet.

Lin En said softly, "We let those people go when we go back today. One of them, Fisk, can be used. If he is not killed, we can use him to send a message."

[This is good news. Let's talk business first. He got some knowledge about Horcruxes and a magic to repair souls, but he doesn't trust it. The details are all above.]

Batty in his Animagus form circled a few times and dropped a note while transmitting his voice through magic.

[I can't stay too long. He just asked me to come out to get some information. Any suggestions? He should be testing that wolf-headed monster now.]

"It seems that there is no need to instigate. This old guy has his own plan... It saves a lot of trouble."

Lynn smiled and said, "Tell him that the vampire has killed many people and that he has heard about Salazar Slytherin. I believe he will be tempted. Besides, I will add fuel to the fire for them."

[Okay, I'm going back now. I look forward to your performance.]

The nimble bird flapped its wings and flew high, disappearing into the night sky. Lin En also closed the window and left quietly.

Only a dozen alchemical props disguised as flying insects are still wandering in the dark, faithfully recording sounds and images.

Including the iconic clock tower.

Chapter 507 Deterrence and Planning

The east was fading. Knox, who had finally managed to deal with Voldemort's temptation, was exhausted both physically and mentally, but he could not rest yet.

The reason is simple, the entire Leviathan is facing the revenge of a wizard who is very likely to reach the top of the wizarding world.

Even as he summoned his fellow men scattered around the world to a meeting, the revenge had already begun.

At 4:30 in the morning, the black market base in Florence was uprooted, and a total of six people were killed, including the garrisoned judge and peripheral members who were resting there.

At 5:15, the first stronghold on the Iberian Peninsula was razed to the ground, and by 6:00 in the morning, all three strongholds in Spain and Portugal were destroyed.

At seven o'clock, most of the European regional headquarters in Rome were wiped out by a lone vampire. Except for one red-robed and three blue-robed members who had died last night, the rest of the members were also killed in the attack, leaving only one survivor who reported the news.

Ten minutes later, Knox knew the news.

Only a few months later, the three bells symbolizing the most urgent situation rang again, although there were only three "gods" who arrived at the scene.

On the contrary, there were dozens of wizards wearing red, blue and gray robes, which added a bit of popularity.

Sitting at the empty round table, Knox's face looked extremely ugly. He was surrounded by a low pressure atmosphere, but he just couldn't vent his anger.

He was sure that Voldemort was watching in the dark, and if he showed even the slightest sign of weakness, this cunning old snake would take the opportunity to pounce on him and bite him hard.

Thinking of this, he felt that every attack today had touched his fragile nerves, making him so angry that his head ached.

Looking at the closest companion who arrived in just two hours even without the convenient magic of Apparition, he pulled himself together and said calmly:

"According to a rough calculation, we have lost more than fifty people tonight. If we don't make a decision quickly, I'm not sure how many bases he will dig out - he is a veteran who has cooperated with the organization for many years."

"Then let's kill him together!" The false god, who was like a small mountain, spoke first, full of murderous intent.

"Before that, I would like to know the cause of death of Bryce and Palt." Another false god asked softly, "We haven't lost any companions in hundreds of years."

He has a slender physique and even his voice is not the common feminine and neutral voice, but a very clear and pleasant female voice.

He did not use a questioning tone, but the accusation in his words was evident.

Knox was unhappy but speechless, because this was indeed related to his plan - for hundreds of years, whether it was humans or strong people of other intelligent races, they had dealt with them in this way, and rarely failed.

These magical spells passed down from their commonly respected leader have accumulated immeasurable powerful strength for the organization hidden in the dark.

Even though they lose a group of wizards every year because their lifespans cannot be extended, the influx of dark wizards who crave immortality and power still allows them to maintain a very impressive size.

But failure is failure.

Knox stood up and lifted his hood. "I will not make any excuses for failure. They are dead. The responsibility is mine. I will take the punishment."

He looked forward sternly, "But this plan has also been approved by the two of you, but you are unwilling to pay the same chips as Bryce. We are all involved!"

I don't know if it's because he's still imitating or because he's been imitating for too long and has become a mental inertia, or both, but his words and actions are more like those of a human being than those of his own kind.

The two false gods also became serious when they saw his behavior, but they still used that clear female voice.

"Since you said so, there must be a way. Tell me, how do we deal with this troublesome guy? I heard the people who came back mentioned Salazar Slytherin. We will not take action until we confirm the cause of their death."

"I know you won't do anything." Knox concealed his disgust and disdain very well. "He must have known we were here. Even if he didn't have time to kill everyone at night, the one who came back to report the news must have been one of us."

"Then why hasn't he come to report yet--" The big guy who looked like a mountain of flesh knew he had made a stupid mistake as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Because he is a smart man unlike you," Knox said. "He knows very well that he will die if he comes here, but he knows even more clearly that as long as he doesn't come here, we won't be able to do anything to him for a while - he is waiting for us to talk to him and blackmail us."

"Blackmail? He killed so many of our servants, is he planning to make more money?"

"Okay, Gracia, he's right." The petite false god interrupted the big guy coldly, "We really should go talk to him. We can't add any more enemies, at least not for now. These ants are stronger than we expected."

"Bayer, you—" The meat mountain named Gracia was stunned. "Okay, I'll listen to you and talk to him."

"We can't be careless." Knox shook his head. "We have to be cautious and keep it strictly confidential, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his words, but the other two knew what he was afraid of - Voldemort, who happened to come here to discuss resurrection, was no easier to deal with than the old vampire.

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Half an hour later, in the guest room where Voldemort was staying.

Batti transformed into a flying bird and returned here through numerous guards and turned into a human form again.

Voldemort's soul trembled slightly.

"What are those beasts doing?"

"Master, that Knox went out with two other monsters who came back this morning. They brought a lot of people with them. There are a lot more sentries outside now." Batti replied in a deep voice.

"Do you know where they went?" asked Voldemort.

Batty nodded slightly. "There are two people in there that you have controlled. The destination is the outskirts of Rome. It is said that the vampire who caused a big commotion last night is there."

"Oh? It seems that this guy is really not simple." Voldemort was a little surprised. "Is he going to fight these beasts or make peace? I'm afraid it's the latter. Otherwise, with their cautious nature, they wouldn't just go with three of them. Do you have any information to investigate?"

"The master's wisdom is definitely not comparable to these stupid monsters." Batty complimented, "I heard some news that the two monsters who went out last night are indeed dead. So they are likely to shake hands and make peace."

"That's right. If that's the case..." Voldemort thought for a moment and flew up. "It's time for us to move."

"What do you mean?" Batty knew it very well, but he still showed his slowness just right. "I understand. I'm ready to go now."

"No hurry, I have something to do before I leave."

Voldemort's soul trembled even more violently, and after a violent shock, a wisp of gray-black mist separated from it and seeped into the body of a small snake curled up in the corner.

"Since they are so skeptical that I will do something, wouldn't it be rude if we just left without doing anything?"

The venomous snake, which had been listless just now, suddenly seemed to have been given a shot of stimulant. It turned into a black line that was difficult to see with the naked eye and disappeared from the sight of the two people.

Voldemort's pale face slowly condensed, and a creepy sneer appeared on it.

"Let me see what secrets these arrogant monsters who claim to be omnipresent and omnipotent are hiding. Prepare a gift for me, and we will set off later."

"Yes, Master!"

Batty bowed his head respectfully, looking terrified.

Chapter 508 Enemies and Friends

In the ruins on the outskirts of Rome, Lynn didn't have to wait long.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, Euphemia and Moody, who were on the periphery, sent news one after another. A few minutes later, dark shadows fell all over the courtyard where the smoke was still lingering and among the corpses.

Leading the group were naturally the three false gods, and behind them were dozens of wizards with extraordinary aura, including five in red robes, as well as goblins, vampires and banshees.

"You didn't come very fast." Lin En said slowly, holding the teacup found in the red-robed wizard's room.

The original owner of the tea set was still lying at his feet with his eyes wide open, facing Knox who had arrived late.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Lester."

Knox, as if he had not seen the miserable plight of his loyal subordinates, walked forward politely, sat down opposite Lynn, and picked up another teacup.

The temperature is just right.

This made his expression change, and he subconsciously used his peripheral vision to observe and search.

"Don't look for it. You won't be able to find my people." Lin En's words were full of contempt. "A beast is a beast. No matter how hard you try to imitate, it doesn't look like a human. Take off your hat and talk."

As soon as these words were spoken, Bayer and Gracia immediately became agitated. The hot-tempered Gracia even acted as if he was about to attack, although his feet were more stable than anyone else.

The false god who was able to hide for thousands of years and evade the joint pursuit and strangulation of the four giants of Hogwarts, even if he is not known for his wisdom and rationality, is definitely not the violent person he appears to be.