Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The collision between the angel and the world tree is like Mars hitting the earth.

The false god, who had always been a symbol of selfishness and greed, burned everything, causing the shadow of the world tree to flicker.

Compared to Lynn and Dumbledore, Euphemia, who relied on external forces to temporarily improve her strength, was ultimately inferior. She was suddenly hit hard and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and her breath became weak.

When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer. Brian and his companions, who were also closely connected by the World Tree, were not spared.

Regulus and Ines came to the rescue quickly, leading the rest of the stargazers to protect the wounded behind them, but the tight encirclement had exposed an irreparable gap.

That was the escape route paved with Bayer's life.

The two remaining false gods had hatred in their eyes, but their actions were extremely decisive, and they detonated their huge bodies at the same time.

"boom--!"

The wave of magic destroyed the crumbling World Tree, leaving only two human-sized monsters to break out again.

At the last moment, they, who had always been scheming against each other, finally worked together under the pressure of death.

But they may have forgotten that behind them is one of the most powerful people in the current magical world.

In the brief interval of the struggle, a long and mysterious spell was recited from Dumbledore's mouth.

In just a few seconds, the ruined cliff was within reach. The false god, who had abandoned most of his body and magic power, found that the scene before him suddenly changed drastically.

Endless rocks forged countless lions. They came from all directions. Each one represented the pinnacle of transfiguration, and with the cursed fire burning all over their bodies, they sounded the death knell for the false gods.

"Do not--"

Amidst the shrill wails, Gracia, who was almost able to escape death, was completely drowned, followed by the clumsy and slow-moving scorpion-tailed monster behind him.

Gryffindor and Slytherin, former best friends, collaborate again across time and space to eradicate their thousand-year-old enemies.

When the dust settled, Dumbledore slowly walked to the pale-faced Euphemia and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

He saw the false god who had been unilaterally suppressed.

And then there is Voldemort who has returned.

——And the killing curse directed at Lin En.

Chapter 521 Winner

“Lynn, be careful—!”

The powerful shout spanned a long distance, but was ultimately still a step slower than Voldemort's sneak attack.

Lin En, who was fighting in close combat with the false octopus god, did not expect that Voldemort, whose body was almost shattered by Dumbledore's blow, would dare to strike back and was caught off guard.

In a hurry, he had no idea what was going on and had to release an alchemical doll to block in front of him. It was blown into powder by the ultimate killing curse and he himself was blown away by the aftermath. He felt a tightness in his chest and a sickly flush appeared on his face.

Taking this opportunity, the false octopus god was finally able to catch his breath and quickly retreated, only then did he recover from Lin En's attack.

There were only two tentacles left, one of its huge black eyes was blind, and there were countless burnt wounds and wounds of various sizes on its body, and it was too late to heal itself.

If Voldemort had not intervened, its defeat would have been only a matter of time.

"I'll spare your life. Why don't you run back to your own sewer? You actually dare to come back and cause trouble..."

Lynn showed anger, which was rare for him, while Voldemort smiled as a winner.

Although his body as a strong Eastern European man is on the verge of destruction once again, victory or defeat does not depend on losses, but on whether the goal is achieved or not.

At least for now, saving this monster that even Lin En finds difficult to deal with is a good thing for him.

"You have no right to ask for my life, because I may come back at any time, and you only have one life."

"I don't think so. If I'm not mistaken, you only have this one life left." Lin En said coldly, raising his hand and shooting out powerful spells.

Things are different now. Voldemort no longer dares to treat his magic with contempt as he did last time, and can only fight back head-on with the Killing Curse.

The green light and the powerful explosion completely blew away the battlefield, black smoke rose up, and the torrent of magic surged everywhere, blocking the pursuing Lin En again. He could only stare at Voldemort and the false god who was getting farther and farther away through the flying dust.

"Fancy boy, I've taught you that those fancy, flashy magics can't kill people!"

Voldemort sneered, "When I find a body that is truly useful, I will make sure you die before Dumbledore. Be thankful that you can still save your life now."

He left a cold and vicious expression and rushed towards the distant sky. The false god beside him also retreated - disappearing in the blink of an eye before Dumbledore could kill him.

After a moment of silence, Lin En held his chest and coughed slightly.

He had already suffered some aftermath of black magic in the close combat, and then he endured the explosion caused by the Killing Curse at almost zero distance. His injuries were not serious, but it was difficult for him to fight with all his strength again.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore finally came over, panting, and stood beside him and asked as if he was facing a great enemy.

"It's not a big problem, I just need to rest for a few days." Lin En said with a little dissatisfaction, his voice was a little hoarse than usual, "This time I underestimated his courage, he actually dared to come back..."

"I made a mistake here. I should have ended the battle earlier and come to help you," said Dumbledore.

He was quite regretful that he failed to completely annihilate the main force of Leviathan and let this most dangerous big guy escape. Even though the anti-ambush plan he had carefully planned for a long time did not succeed.

But in front of Lin En, the experienced man adjusted his mood first and comforted him softly: "At least we killed so many monsters in one go and destroyed their most important trump card. This is always good. Next time, we should be more fully prepared and we will have a chance to catch them all in one fell swoop."

"I know, it's just a little troublesome." Lin En put away his wand, leaned over and picked up a piece of the alchemical doll. "His killing curse is really terrible, but it's a pity that I can't learn it."

The magic that lingered in the molded metal disappeared, and the carefully crafted doll lost its value for repair and reshaping before it could even show its power, and turned into garbage.

This made him feel a little sad, but he soon felt relieved - no matter how expensive something is, it cannot be more important than his own life.

His expression relaxed, and he turned to look at Euphemia who was stumbling over, and said to Dumbledore:

"We have suffered the greatest loss this time. I will not go to the goblins. You go with Gellert instead of me. Tomorrow is the day when the Goblin Council will be convened. I hope that Iai's rivals will not see tomorrow's sunrise."

"...Okay, I'll go find Gellert now. I'll leave the aftermath here to you." Dumbledore was stunned at first, then smiled and nodded, his figure turned into a phantom and disappeared.

The backbone of the Order of the Phoenix also left with him.

Just as Lin En said, they still have many tasks to do, and the fairy matter is just one of them.

The remnants of Leviathan need to be destroyed as soon as possible, at least the European part should be destroyed based on the intelligence.

The fruits of victory are at hand, it is time to reap the rewards.

But Lin En had no intention of participating. He just supported his weak girlfriend and walked towards the east surrounded by his friends.

That was the direction where the American Aurors led by Thurmond and Powell were rushing to provide reinforcements.

Whether it is a natural disaster, man-made disaster, or some other reason, there must be an explanation for such a large-scale turmoil.

Especially before dealing with the large number of moles throughout the Magical Congress and the No-Maj government.

But in the face of the corpses of false gods everywhere, these problems will no longer be problems.

Once bitten, twice shy.

With the experience of Rice, the Magical Congress of the United States will definitely make a wise choice.

Including this country's No-Maj government.

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Over the sparsely populated Great Plains of North America, the fleeing false god flew side by side with Voldemort.

I don't know how far I ran, but the false god who finally felt safe turned his head and looked at the silent Voldemort.

"Mr. Riddle, although we had a misunderstanding, I still want to thank you for your support today. Leviathan will be your most loyal ally, and I will give you everything you need for free."

"Will there be any Leviathans after today?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, although the losses are heavy, we still have many branches. I have more than just these people. They are scattered all over the world." The false god said half-truthfully.

“I see…” Voldemort nodded, the flesh on his face starting to peel off, a sign that his body was about to collapse. “Come to think of it, I still don’t know your name.”

"It was Knox who contacted you in the past, but now I'm afraid he is in danger." The false god said with regret, "My name is Baal——!"

The only big eye left was wide open, and the mountain-like figure seemed to lose power in an instant and fell from mid-air.

"boom--"

A huge pit appeared in the uninhabited wilderness, and the seriously injured false god collapsed on the ground, too weak to move.

"Why?"

"Didn't you say you would give me everything I need? What I need most now, of course, is your body." Voldemort said politely but coldly.

His soul left his body again and slowly seeped into the body of the octopus pseudo-god named Baal. A layer of black mist shrouded its broken but still powerful body.

Baldur, who had already been exhausted by Lynn and then ambushed by Voldemort, had no ability to resist anymore, and even his tentacles were twitching unconsciously.

In the battle of souls, it was no match for the one that had survived for who knows how many years, had overcome racial restrictions that few of its kind had succeeded in, and had reached the pinnacle of magic.

In just a few moments, it lost most of its control over its body and could only watch as Voldemort took over its place.

"I...curse...you!"

"This is a blessing to me, thank you." Voldemort's soul trembled slightly, as if smiling. "Please rest assured, since I have inherited all your inheritance, I will use it well. I will avenge those two guys for you."

"You—don't even think about it! You all must die!!!"

The great unwillingness and resentment overcame the fear that came from his blood instinct. Exhausting his last bit of strength, Baal shot a black light towards the sky from his only remaining left eye and disappeared into the sky.

Such a sudden change immediately made the cautious Voldemort feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. However, a long time passed until Baal's soul completely disappeared without any change.

Voldemort then breathed a sigh of relief and merged the last part of his soul that was still loose into his body, completely occupying this unique and powerful body.

When the tightly closed eye opened again, the former coldness, cruelty and arrogance had disappeared, replaced by a scarlet glow.

The giant octopus's body began to shrink violently, and after a short moment, a dark human figure condensed into a shape.

"It's such a waste to let these beasts use such a powerful body... Although it's still not as good as my own, it's enough!"

Feeling the power and vitality that he had not felt for many years, Voldemort expressed his heartfelt emotion.

The extremely swift black shadow disappeared in the wilderness. He decided to go back to the secret base first to find his most loyal subordinate and let him share this glory and joy with him.

Then we will take over the legacy of this monster, the strongholds scattered around the world, and most importantly, there should be at least two false gods.

The only problem was that he didn't find any memory of Baal, not even a trace - which made him a little surprised.

Combined with the black beam that came without any warning and posed no threat to him, he had a vaguely strange premonition.

But none of this matters.

What’s important is that after enduring for a long time, he finally got what he wanted most and became another winner today.

Chapter 522 A wave of unrest

Venice, Leviathan's headquarters.

After the war, the witches coming and going carried the bodies of their companions - even with Grindelwald's care, their losses were still not small, with the wounded accounting for nearly one-third of the total number of people, and a large number of deaths in battle.

But compared to victory, such a price was not difficult to accept, at least in Grindelwald's eyes.

The once heavily guarded and impregnable church was now reduced to the colors of blood and fire, with wreckage all over the ground.

All the elite Leviathans stationed here were killed, buried in the collapsed buildings, or turned into ashes, returning to dust together with the two "gods" they admired.

Only a very few lucky ones were seriously injured and captured, but this was not necessarily a good result for them.

As Grindelwald's most capable assistant, Wenda Rosier's methods are by no means comparable to those of a madman like Bellatrix who only knows how to torture people with the Cruciatus Curse.

Almost no one can keep any secrets in front of her.

While she was squeezing information out of the captives' heads, Grindelwald made some new discoveries in the deepest secret room of the church, in the underground temple where the false god Baal had long been hiding.

He found a black and red metal ball with strange patterns on its surface. It was unclear what it was used for, but it was indestructible and could even withstand the burning of fierce fire.

This made him keenly aware of the abnormality.

Just as he was about to press the coin that Lin En gave him again, urging him to come as soon as possible, the silent lines suddenly lit up for a moment, followed by a huge amount of heat.

Grindelwald was caught off guard and almost fell for it. His dragon-skin gloves were melted by the high temperature. If he had not reacted quickly to discard the metal ball, his hands would have probably been melted by the gloves.

But strangely enough, after a clang, the iron ball fell to the ground and returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

There was no heat, no magic, and except for the dragon-skin gloves that were indeed completely destroyed, everything seemed like an illusion.

This confused him greatly.

As he was thinking, there was a commotion outside the temple, and then Dumbledore strode in.