Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Batty lowered his head and said, "Yes, Master. Excuse me, but these monsters have too many secrets in their heads. We can't guarantee that they won't plot against us. It's better to be careful."

"You have matured, Barty." Voldemort said approvingly, "Of course we can't take any risks, so I revealed the information about the vampire."

"You mean... I understand." Batty showed a look of sudden enlightenment, his eyes full of admiration.

“You don’t fully understand.” Voldemort was very pleased with the admiration of his loyal subordinates. He explained calmly, “They won’t give me the things, and I won’t want the things they have handled.”

"So you hope...?"

"If we want to kill that kid, the most dangerous beast must move. That's enough - only by creating chaos can we get what we want."

The flames in the fireplace grew weaker and weaker, making Voldemort's dark misty soul look particularly eerie.

"Go find Malfoy, ask him to test the waters, and then go to Hogwarts to get our people moving."

"Your will, Master."

Chapter 516: False Gods, Wizards, and No-Maj

About half of the area of ​​Washington, D.C. is occupied by various government agencies and Muggle international organizations. It is a tiny place where dignitaries gather in a literal sense.

But at the same time, it is also a veritable museum city and art center, thus attracting many tourists from all over the world.

Lynn and Euphemia play a European couple who are also part of the group.

According to the information given by Thurmond, they arrived early at an art museum on the edge of the city, mingling in the bustling crowd, waiting for a special guest.

Just as successive British prime ministers and royal families are aware of the existence of the wizarding world and maintain contact with it, there is also a group of No-Maj officials in American society who understand the wizarding world.

However, compared with the alienation and coldness of the UK, the main stance of the United States is tough hostility.

The senior official who is about to come here to give a speech today is a representative of this position, and he is always accompanied by wizards of No-Maj origin.

Looking at the entire world, this is a very rare sight. The reason for this is a series of battles between wizards and Muggles that began three hundred years ago.

The witch hunts among No-Majs, the counter-persecution of No-Majs by wizards, and the infamous Rappaport Act and the Scourers.

The struggle that has lasted for thousands of years in Europe and even the entire magical world has begun a new chapter in this distant new continent.

This is a messy account and no one can figure it out.

Lynn didn't have such an idea either, but he knew very well that there must be a deep connection behind the two consecutive appearances of Muggle weapons.

They didn't have to wait too long. Soon, a Maji official dressed in a suit and looking old arrived at the scene.

Hiding in the crowd, Lin En saw the huge entourage and the five No-Maj wizards hiding around the old man.

They look no different from ordinary bodyguards, but their wands are hidden in the lining of their suits and can be pulled out at any time.

After a burst of noise and commotion, the speech began. The confused No-Maj tourists and their supporters gathered together, crowding the makeshift podium.

After a while, the boring content of the speech made many tourists who came to join in the fun lose interest, and people came in and out in a crowd.

The bodyguards who were on high alert had anticipated this and built a human dam, spreading out in various places to keep the crowded crowd out.

The five wizards were no exception. Only the two who looked the most mature and steady were still following the old man, while the other three were dispersed in the team, standing guard everywhere.

Judging from the way they act as if they are facing a formidable enemy, perhaps the overt and covert attacks have been quite common in the past few years.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, except for a slight disturbance when the speech was about to end. A fanatical supporter briefly broke through the bodyguards' line of defense and came to the old man, which seemed to be a pre-designed link, giving him a chance to show his friendly image.

After just a few moments, during the temporarily added handshake session, the huge team left and headed for the next event location.

Such episodes or farces are common in this place. Tourists may be surprised, but the staff and party loyalists have long been used to it as a routine.

Soon the museum returned to its usual tranquility, just like the artworks on display.

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The official's outing did not just stop at one stop. In just one day, the energetic old man gave three speeches, each time surrounded by reporters' cameras. The speeches only ended at nightfall, when he returned to his residence in the suburbs.

After a simple wash, the old man dismissed his personal bodyguard and walked into his bedroom alone. As soon as he turned on the light, he saw the uninvited guest sitting on the sofa.

In other words, a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Thomas? No, you're not Thomas. What did you do to him?"

He slowly raised his hands and stood there trying to remain calm.

"He's fine. I never kill people easily. He's safe now, and so are you and your other subordinates."

The wizard on the sofa whispered, and with a flick of his wand, his childish face changed drastically, revealing handsome features.

"Please tell me, when did you start to get involved with those monsters and their minions?"

The soft voice exuded an irresistible magic. After just a few words, the old man's sharp eyes revealed a confused look.

He took the glass tremblingly, drank the red wine in it, and his pupils dilated completely.

"The Purgers... were from the seventeenth century..."

The intermittent words revealed struggle and confusion. It was the soul's instinctive resistance, which exceeded the boundaries of a No-Maj, but was of no avail.

The truth serum was taking effect, and a faint but evil magic flashed in his mind.

Like a bonfire under the night sky, Lin En was able to determine its source at first sight.

This is the work of a false god.

Not to mention the Muggles, even wizards with great magical powers could not avoid falling under these weird methods and beautiful visions.

It’s just that I don’t know whether this is an isolated case or a common phenomenon spreading like a virus - and as time went by, Lin En’s expression gradually became solemn.

At the same time, in the luxurious official residence, well-trained bodyguards and the old man’s family members were lying on the ground in all directions. Several wizards were not spared and were caught in the trap without knowing it.

Only the middle-aged wizard in the lead struggled to take out a glass bottle from his arms, unscrewed the lid with difficulty and was about to pour it into his mouth.

"Everything is petrified."

A cold female voice came from behind him, freezing the fear and anger on his face.

"Bam—"

With a dull thud, the iron tower-like man fell heavily to the ground, revealing the witch walking slowly behind him.

"Alex needs to increase the dosage..."

Looking at the bodyguards lying on the ground, Euphemia shook the bottle of potion that had mostly evaporated and whispered to herself.

Wisps of mist rose up, colorless and odorless, with only a very faint magical power spreading in the air.

Without much time to waste, she walked over to the wizard who had fallen the worst, and with a light wave of her wand, she restored the smashed coffee table to its original state. The wizard who had fallen to the ground stood up like a puppet and walked stiffly towards the corner.

Then came the scattered others.

They stood in a row in the corner, motionless.

"Everything is forgotten."

There was a fleeting glimmer of magic, and neither No-Maj nor wizard was able to resist.

In just a short moment, the people with dazed eyes returned to their positions, standing, sitting or lying, like sculptures.

Countless tiny silver-white metal balls were scattered throughout the residence, and electric current and magic power intertwined, paralyzing and tampering with all Muggle objects.

At this time, Lin En also came out of the old man's bedroom and whispered in Euphemia's ear:

"We have the information. Let's get out of here first."

"……it is good."

After taking a final look at the surroundings, Euphemia nodded and followed Lynn away.

Before leaving, she did not forget to stop and cast another Confusion Spell on the leading wizard who was already unconscious.

After more than an hour, everyone in the room regained consciousness. They looked at each other, and no one knew what had happened.

Only the wizard leader, who was groggy and looked like he had just woken up from a hangover, noticed something was wrong. He rushed to the master bedroom in two steps, pushed the door open, and saw that his protected object was sleeping soundly. The empty wine glass fell casually on the ground, spilling a few drops of remaining wine.

"This is bad..."

Chapter 517: Death of Knox

"What's going on here?" Euphemia asked impatiently as soon as she returned to the safe area.

This was the hotel room they had booked using their Muggle identities. As it was late at night, everything was very quiet around them.

Lin En did not rush to answer. Instead, he took out his wand and checked it carefully. He also looked at the arrangements he had left in various places. After confirming that everything was correct, he said softly, "There is a series of people behind this old guy. There are probably hundreds of people from top to bottom."

"Hundreds of people? I didn't expect that they have infiltrated Muggle society to such an extent... Could it be that they are behind the conflict between wizards and Muggles in the United States?" Euphemia frowned slightly, as she thought of a dangerous development.

"They do have an influence, but they don't directly enter the battlefield. Instead, they use a very small number of people to instigate opposition, allowing more wizards of No-Maj origin to join the No-Maj side out of resentment towards the Rabbate Law - just like how they dealt with Helga and the others a thousand years ago."

Lynn took out a glass bottle from her arms, which contained misty memories.

The parchment was slowly unrolled, and enchanted quills and fountain pens were writing on it, writing down lines of names and evidence.

The room fell silent, and for a moment the only sound that could be heard was the rustling sound of noses rubbing against paper.

Sheets of parchment were quickly filled with beautiful handwriting, and every name and every event was terrifying.

After thinking for a long time, Euphemia said, "If it is such a large-scale collusion, it is not enough for us to rely on ourselves. We must let the Magical Congress of the United States of America deal with it. We may even need Dumbledore and the International Confederation of Wizards to help them contact the No-Maj government."

"Give these to Thurmond tonight and set out tomorrow morning to destroy one of their hideouts and get the physical evidence." Lynn said, "There's no need for Doris and Boyce to disguise themselves. Let's just do it in a big way and see if they dare to fight back."

"Okay, I'll go find him right now."

Euphemia responded solemnly, put away the thick stack of evidence and left. Lynn also took out his stargazer notebook and wrote down Doris Foley's name.

Soon, the reply from across the Atlantic appeared on paper.

At this time, it should be still dark there, but Doris reacted as if she had never left her notebook.

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The churches in Venice also stayed awake all night.

Leicester, Voldemort, and Lynn who was far away in the United States, these three names made Knox dare not be careless at all.

Especially Lin En, who seems to be the weakest, he is the real threat to Leviathan and the real reason why this organization, which has been secretly planning for many years, has come to the fore.

In order to ensure the success of the assassination, seven false gods including Knox himself gathered in Venice. The real leader who had been elusive also showed up after a long absence - as dark and terrifying as a giant octopus, its body almost breaking through the spire of the church.

They even invited Leicester and Voldemort to cooperate, hoping to achieve success in one fell swoop.

This is a grand event that has not been seen in a thousand years.

However, plans could not keep up with changes. Voldemort's refusal and Leicester's silence forced them to gather together to discuss countermeasures, but they encountered another problem before they could reach a conclusion.

To be fair, the reports from Washington were not unpleasant.

The old man who was deliberately spared by Lynn and the others reported the attack in detail as soon as he woke up. Although the details were missing due to the effects of the Forgetfulness and Confusion spells, the result still made Knox feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Before one crisis is over, another one arises. The sudden intensification of the conflict has left even this country, which is known for its wisdom, a little confused.

But no matter what the reason, Lin En's decisive action made every cunning false god realize a reality.

There is no time to hesitate, a decision must be made immediately.

The silent debate lasted only a short moment. The giant octopus pseudo-god, who had remained silent throughout, shook slightly, and the venue returned to calm.

Knox breathed a sigh of relief, but the monsters of various shapes opposite him looked as if they had lost their parents.

No one questioned or objected, and they quickly left their seats and disappeared.

Knox left last. Before leaving, he glanced at the empty seats with a complicated look.

But he quickly returned to his usual confident and calm self and headed east across the sea.

Then, the silent bell tower rang three times again, and groups of wizards and other intelligent races gathered in the depths of the church.

All of this was seen clearly by Moody, who was hiding on the other side of the canal, with his magic eyes.

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Early morning, Sofia, Bulgaria.

The door that had been sealed for many days was knocked again, and it slowly opened without waiting for the visitor to introduce himself.

Knox walked into the courtyard cautiously, and immediately saw the vampire taking a rest with his back to him, admiring the flowers.