Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The remaining three points of sleepiness were immediately swept away, and she wanted to find a place to study it carefully right now, but she suddenly thought of something and asked in surprise: "No! How do you know I'm stuck here?"

"Do you think you can hide something from me?" Lin En asked with a smile, "As long as it's something you need, of course I know it clearly."

"I...you—"

"You are the most talented wizard I have ever met, but no matter how talented a person is, he cannot solve all problems alone, right? We are one and the same."

"……Um."

Euphemia held the notebook carefully, hugging it to her chest with a happy expression on her face.

No matter whether it was Dumbledore or Rowena, the words of others no longer had any effect on her.

The thoughts that had been stagnant for many years suddenly became clear.

"I'll catch up with you soon." She said seriously, with sweetness in her eyes, "That way I can help you."

"Don't think like that. You have always been my greatest help and support, in the past, now and in the future."

Lynn put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and spoke softly, "I don't want you to be anxious about this - have some faith in me."

"Of course I have great confidence in you, but... I'm a little worried... Grindelwald and Dumbledore are not our people after all, and they cannot be fully trusted." Euphemia lowered her head silently and spoke her mind.

"I'm very happy that you think so much about me." Lin En said seriously, "No one in this world trusts each other more than we do. Since you think so, I will certainly do my best to support you. Will this make you feel more at ease?"

Euphemia leaned against his chest like a little bird and nodded slightly: "I feel at ease with you here. I will make good use of these things."

"Just take your time. We have plenty of time." Lin En said, "There are a batch of notes in the basement at home. They are also the result of my recent thinking. You can refer to them. Now I am going to the library to look up some information. Do you want to join me?"

"Well... I'll go back first and organize your information, and then we can discuss it together in the evening?" Euphemia suggested after thinking.

"No problem." Lin En agreed readily.

Immersed in joy, Euphemia did not notice the evasion and smuggling in his eyes, and left happily.

After they separated, Lynn did not go to the library. Instead, he turned around, and the shadow of the World Tree broke out of his body. Then he passed through the barrier of the anti-Apparition magic and disappeared into the corridor.

He went straight to London and showed up in Amelia Bones' office without alerting anyone except the director, who was working hard.

"The way you enter is a bit scary." She said, putting down the document in her hand.

"It's more covert this way." Lynn said, "Tell me the details of old Crouch's case."

"Fei told me to let you rest more, but I know you can't sit still." Amelia smiled and stood up, picking up the approval that had just been signed on the table, "It's all here, do you mind helping me?"

Chapter 537: Missing Batty

Coming out of the Ministry of Magic, the sun was hanging overhead. Lynn sorted out the information he had gotten from Amelia, turned hurriedly into a narrow alley, and disappeared.

On the other side, Dumbledore, who was basking in the sun in his office, also put on his clothes and stood up. The phoenix Fawkes chirped and landed on his shoulder, and a fire lit up.

Now was the time they had agreed to meet, at the Starlight Group headquarters in Diagon Alley.

Victor was not there, and the huge office was empty. As soon as Lin En arrived, Dumbledore with the Phoenix appeared on the sofa right after him.

"Do you think we should continue to dig into Blount's clues now?" Dumbledore asked. "She is probably more involved than Bagman. Perhaps it's time to close the net."

"It's not impossible, but there is a problem now." Lynn closed the curtains and stood alone in the shadows. "Barty hasn't contacted us, which is very abnormal, especially considering Voldemort's actions yesterday."

"He is a cautious man. He would never retaliate so blatantly if he didn't have a backup plan," said Dumbledore.

"The problem lies in what he relies on." Lin En frowned slightly, "Amelia also needs to make some responses as soon as possible."

Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked behind his spectacles.

"Perhaps we don't need to be so cautious. If we can lure him out, then... even if he really has some hidden cards, I'm afraid he won't be a match for the three of us. The last battle has already proved that."

"That's true," Lin En said after careful consideration. "But he's not blind. If he has a little communication with the octopus monster, he'll know a lot, especially the person who attacked the Leviathan headquarters - the vampire Lestat."

"you mean……?"

"If I were him, when I couldn't confirm the relationship between Lester and us, I would definitely think the worst and regard him as a dangerous person who is connected with the enemy."

"So you think he has the confidence to escape unscathed from the siege of three of us." Dumbledore leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. "What could it be?"

"I can't be sure. What's more troublesome is that I won't be able to give my full effort for some time to come. At least I won't be able to defeat either him or the octopus monster head-on." Lynn calmly told Dumbledore the news that shocked him.

The old man stood up slowly, his mouth slightly open, as if he was thinking and choosing the right words.

After a moment's silence, he asked softly, "Because of Frank and Alice?"

"In order to protect Neville's mind from the mental shock, I paid the price for him."

Dumbledore lowered his head and remained silent. After a while, he slowly asked, "How long will it take to recover?"

"At most one month." Lin En replied, "During this period, I will avoid unnecessary battles and focus on further studying the deduction of Rune magic. You should be able to see that this magic has not yet reached its limit."

"That's true, Lynn," said Dumbledore, "but I'm afraid we can't wait too long. A month is enough time for someone like him to do a lot."

He looked at Lynn thoughtfully and said in a barely audible voice, "Oh, I think I guessed it."

"What did you say?" Lynn asked.

"Perhaps we have made a mistake before." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Why must he and Leviathan have a relationship of mutual support? Even if they have suffered a heavy blow, this is only one of the possibilities."

"Are they still fighting among themselves?"

"From what I know about him, after knowing that the monsters are our main target, he will make full use of this time difference to strengthen himself. From this perspective, McNeill's death will bring new inspiration."

Dumbledore stood up from the sofa, touched the protesting Phoenix Fawkes, and said seriously, "No news can be completely blocked. Those former Death Eaters will soon know about this. His target may be among them. What's the situation with Lucius?"

"After the First World War in the United States, Voldemort never contacted him again, perhaps because of distrust, or perhaps because..." Lynn suddenly slapped her thigh, "I know what you mean."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Mr. Crouch is his most trusted subordinate. Given his temperament, he will not let this loyal servant take risks again, and will not even let him out of his sight, at least not before he gets other loyal subordinates."

"You know him better." Lin En said, "We need to find out where he is, otherwise we will be passive."

"It's not easy to find a needle in a haystack. It's best to think of a way to lure him out of the dark." Dumbledore nodded. "Do you have any countermeasures?"

"Countermeasures...?"

Lynn narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"I think I guessed his plan. You gave me a very important hint."

"What hint?"

"There is only one place where he still has loyal followers."

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The flames in the fireplace added a touch of warmth to the old house, which was gloomy and cold even on sunny days.

But all the warmth disappears the moment people's eyes touch the speaker.

Voldemort sat closest to the fire, his back against the burning dry wood, but no shadow could be seen, as if he had swallowed up all the light and heat.

Sitting next to him was Batty, and opposite him were about a dozen wizards, standing or sitting, wearing red, blue and gray robes. There was also a strong werewolf lying on the ground, now dead.

The trembling wizards could only see the scarlet eyes and the dark skin - but the deep aura coming from the Supreme God and the fear from the depths of the soul could not be faked.

"You've been searching for several days, but there's still no trace of those two guys?" he asked softly.

There was a slight commotion among the crowd not far away. Everyone looked uneasy, except Batty, who had an angry look on his face.

Seeing that no one responded, he said in a cold tone: "In order to give you a chance to breathe, the master even personally took action to divert the attention of those people. You useless people haven't gained anything yet?"

"Mr. Crouch, we..." A witch who looked to be in her thirties or forties stood up tremblingly, "It's not that we don't work hard, but how can the servants know the whereabouts of the gods? We can only move within our own range."

The others echoed and knelt down, fearing that the person in front of them would be unhappy and send them to accompany the blind werewolf.

“Okay, Barty, don’t make it difficult for them.” Seeing that the time was almost right, Voldemort spoke again, “Talents are hard to come by.”

Batti immediately accepted the order respectfully. Everyone stood up as if they had been pardoned and sat down again tremblingly.

But Voldemort is not an easy person to talk to.

He looked at the red-robed witch who had just spoken, and asked in a voice without any emotion: "How is the other thing I asked you to do going?"

The witch, whose butt wasn't even warm yet, knelt down again with a thud.

"We have contacted some peripheral members who had lost contact with the organization, and some of the bases that have not been destroyed have also resumed communication. We are now moving forward according to the plan."

Voldemort showed a satisfied expression and waved his hand gently. The trembling people also breathed a sigh of relief and left the house respectfully.

Only Barty stayed by Voldemort's side, never leaving.

"In the past ten years, I have lost too many loyal subordinates, and most of them were killed by the same person." He stared at the dancing flames, his red eyes rolling like blood.

Batty immediately lowered his head: "Sorry, Master, it's our incompetence."

"You don't need to apologize, Barty. No one can ask you to do better than you have done now," said Voldemort. "I just feel sorry for having to work with these rotten and smelly wastes. Compared with them, Lucius seems shrewd and capable."

"You are so powerful now, no one can do anything to you."

"No, you are wrong, Barty. This body is indeed very powerful, but it is far from enough - the most suitable body for a wizard is always the wizard's own body."

Voldemort patiently taught, “The strength and talent of these beasts are enviable, but they are not without cost. Magic is rejecting these aliens. This is why they have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years without making any progress.”

"So you're going to...?"

"I can't deal with both of them at the same time." Voldemort said bluntly, "I need more capable subordinates. These rubbish are far from enough."

"You mean... I understand, Master! Not only can we find those turncoats through Lucius, there are even more loyal people in Azkaban!"

Barty said happily, his reaction speed just slightly slower than Voldemort's.

"Yes, there are still many Death Eaters out there who would rather live a miserable life than betray me," said Voldemort.

"I can use my Animagus to lead the way for you. Those Dementors and Striker will never be able to find me!" Batty volunteered again.

But Voldemort still refused.

He just patted Batty on the shoulder and said softly, "Just stay by my side and let those useless people who don't mind dying do the work. I've almost studied this body thoroughly these days. Let's go to Africa."

"Yes, Master!"

Batty looked flattered and enthusiastic.

Chapter 538 Overt and covert fighting

The arrival of 1995 was not advanced or delayed by anyone's will, but arrived as expected.

The Muggle and wizarding worlds are still enjoying the longest two-week break of the year, but some people can't rest.

For example, bureaucrats and staff at all levels from the Ministries of Magic of various countries and the International Confederation of Wizards.

Cases big and small make this holiday full of the smell of gunpowder - and also filled with the atmosphere of conspiracy.

Especially in the UK.

Starting from McNeill on Christmas Day, in just one week, the originally peaceful British magical society saw four serious attacks - all in old communities that originally had good public security, and even alarmed Muggles.

Reporters from newspapers and magazines of all sizes swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, making the already troubled public opinion situation even worse.

He didn't even get to have a reunion dinner with his family. He packed his bags and lived in his office. Every night he had to numb his nerves with his favorite red currant wine to barely fall asleep.

During the day, the constant flow of bad news and the almost hopeless progress of the investigation made him even more irritable.

These thugs who appeared out of nowhere are like a group of slippery loaches. So far, no one has been caught, but St. Mungo's has more than a dozen injured people.

The only silver lining is that, although there are quite a few casualties, at least no one is in real danger of death - but this is not a long-term solution.

During this period, the advice given by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was not completely useless - the communities and villages with security facilities deployed by the Starlight Group were indeed safe - but they were all passive measures that would not produce immediate results, and there was no way to resolve the criticism and slander that made him so anxious.

His bad mood kept piling up like the cigarette butts and empty bottles he casually threw on the ground.

"Maybe I should...hiccup...go to Dumbledore. He always has...hiccup...a ​​solution."

Sitting unsteadily on the sofa, he burped and spoke to Umbridge beside him.

The smell was so bad that even the veteran licker Umbridge frowned involuntarily, but she adjusted quickly.

"Minister, he does have a way." She deliberately said in a delicate tone, "But he is determined to get the ministry to focus its attention on this illusory mysterious man. If you really do what he says, your authority..."

Umbridge didn't finish her words, but to a power animal like Fudge, she was as blunt as she could be.

With a loud bang, Fudge threw a bottle of unfinished wine directly to the ground. The splashing wine and glass shards directly ruined an expensive carpet.

"Dumbledore... Eric... and this most hateful Bones!" He stood up from the sofa with difficulty, and the scenery in front of him was shaking. "They all want to... they all want to drive me out of office... I can't let these conspirators... burp... succeed no matter what!"