Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Krum felt relieved a little, but still asked anxiously: "When can I go see those Hogwarts classmates? I want to apologize to them in person - Professor Karkaroff is our headmaster after all."

"There will be a chance," Fontana said, "but now you should get some rest. You still have a lot of classes tomorrow. This is the job of a student."

"...Okay, sir."

Krum nodded and asked his classmates to leave together, but he still felt a little heavy.

As a fellow warrior, he felt very ashamed.

It was like a teammate committing a malicious foul on the court in an attempt to disable the opposing player, which made him extremely disgusted.

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Abandoned bathroom on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Professor O'Connor, who had been missing for a long time, appeared here.

He took out a piece of ancient parchment and pasted it on the brick and stone wall that Dumbledore had reinforced himself.

The dark magic eroded it, leaving a hole big enough for a person to pass through.

He stepped in and saw the entrance to the pipe leading underground at a glance.

"With such a big incident at Durmstrang, what are you doing here as the leading professor, Professor O'Connor?"

A cold voice came from behind. O'Connor turned around in surprise and saw Ines standing at the broken part.

"Professor Garcia...? I don't know how you got close to me though, Avada Kedavra!"

Without any hesitation, the always low-key Professor Durmstrang killed the man.

Inès didn't seem to expect it either. Facing the rapidly approaching killing curse, she stood still without dodging.

The fierce killing curse seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, shattering countless bricks and stones, but failed to hurt Ines who was calm and composed.

“Who?! Who is…!”

A sharp touch came from the lower back, and intense pain swept through the mind, turning the world into deep chaos.

He didn't even see the attacker's true face.

"As expected of the Hunter Garcia, this magic is indeed more useful than the Disillusionment Charm."

Regulus' figure slowly emerged in the air, and he bowed in greeting while praising.

"It's a piece of cake." Inès raised her chin proudly, waved her wand, and the unconscious spy floated into the air. "You go to the Forbidden Forest first, and I'll hand him over to Dumbledore."

"...Okay, leave it to me."

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Meanwhile, in London at night.

The hall on the eighth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic was filled with wizards of different skin colors and faces.

Hundreds of men and women, young and old, completely occupied the space outside the Magic Brothers Fountain.

The uniform black robes and six-pointed star emblems appeared openly before the eyes of the world for the first time, no longer hidden.

Amelia Bones's calm face concealed a turbulent situation as she looked at Euphemia beside her.

Behind her, a group of Ministry of Magic officials, led by Scrimgeour, were so shocked that their mouths widened. Many of them couldn't even hold their wands steadily.

The fully assembled Aurors, Striker and Werewolf Capture Team already represented the strongest fighting force of the British Ministry of Magic, but they seemed lackluster in front of the other three teams.

Not long ago, they knew everything.

The Stargazers, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Witch Party that once terrified the whole of Europe are terrifying forces that are enough to subvert any country today.

If we count the three people standing behind them, they will be even more unstoppable.

This is a rare moment in the wizarding world.

Chapter 550 You're really making no progress, Riddle

Deep in the North Sea, Azkaban is in the raging waves.

The white glow dispelled the darkness.

At dusk, the evil life that had been lurking for many years was reduced to ashes under the holy light.

Whether flying high into the sky or escaping into the deep sea, the means that once allowed them to escape by chance are no longer effective this time.

The so-called immortality is just a pale joke. Even false gods cannot escape death, let alone these black magic creatures full of man-made attributes?

Under the perfect Patronus Charm and the purification of the World Tree, these accomplices of Voldemort during the First Wizarding War were completely transformed into symbols of history and disappeared without a trace.

After doing all this, Lynn returned to the place where the strikers once lived alone, wearing a crown on his head, with the Hufflepuff gold cup placed beside him, his eyes slightly closed, conserving his energy.

This wait lasted until the second half of the night, the darkest time of the day before dawn.

A black shadow passed by the distant skyline, making no effort to conceal its unparalleled magical power, and its evil aura was overwhelming.

To be precise, there are two, but compared to the arrogant demon, the other one has no presence at all.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived above the isolated island and stopped in surprise.

"No, where are the Dementors? The Striker is gone, these guys shouldn't disappear with him..."

Voldemort looked around vigilantly, fear and suspicion in his eyes becoming more intense.

At this time, the silent Batty suddenly spoke: "Master, please let me use Animagus to investigate for you."

Without waiting for Voldemort to reply, his body had already transformed into a nimble bird, flapping its wings and flying towards the castle prison.

Voldemort did not stop him, but watched him enter the towering tower and then drew his wand.

A moment later, a sharp cry was heard in the air: "Master, hurry up! They are all dead! There is no burial--!"

The screams stopped abruptly.

“…Bati!”

Voldemort, who was already on high alert, suddenly tensed up all over. Dark magic burst out of his body, and the aura of the false god and black magic intertwined into one.

The next moment, the world tree that covered the sky and the sun rose from under him without warning and enveloped him in an instant.

"You smartass, do you really think your baits will confuse me about the real target? I didn't expect that there would be a stench of beasts. Salazar would be ashamed if he saw this."

Along with the voice, beams of light cut through the night sky and penetrated the deep darkness.

"Damn it—Avada Kedavra!"

The pale green light illuminated Voldemort's brown face and body, and also ignited his anger.

He had already recognized the owner of the voice and also saw his two Horcruxes that had lost their souls.

The overwhelming rage turned into brutal murderous intent that poured down.

The moment of contact, the stun spell that he had been cautious about was annihilated by the devastating attack, and the light of the killing curse did not diminish at all and fell on Lin En's hiding place.

"boom--"

Houses were shattered, rocks collapsed, and deafening explosions resounded throughout the entire island, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

With the power of the false god, Voldemort pushed the Killing Curse, which had reached its peak, to another level.

Instead of retreating, he advanced and landed steadily on the ruins. His face was as cold as ice as he looked up at the sky.

Invisible barriers rose up quietly one after another, and the huge island turned into a bigger cage.

or--

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were filled with indifference.

He no longer cared about his loyal subordinates in the castle, and his eyes were only on his opponent standing calmly in the open space in the distance.

"Are you the only one?" he asked with a sneer.

Lin En retorted, "Isn't it enough to deal with a loser like you?"

“You are still stubborn even when you are about to die.” Voldemort sneered. “Do you think Dumbledore and that self-righteous vampire can really come to save you? Don’t dream. They——”

"They are in Paris and London to deal with another feint you carefully prepared, isn't that the case?" Lynn interrupted him with a sneer, "First Hogwarts, then London and Paris, I have seen all these tricks of yours before. They will indeed arrive later, but much earlier than you expected."

"...?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes with a sinister look, trying to see panic and disguise on Lynn's face.

Unfortunately, he found nothing but contempt.

This made him a little unsure of the depth.

"I see..." he said softly, "You are stalling for time. I have to say, your acting is pretty good, but you will definitely die today, and then there will be Dumbledore, and that vampire who thinks he is secretive."

"You have made no progress in all these years, Riddle. No wonder Dumbledore looks down on you."

Lynn waved his wand provocatively, "How do you feel when you see your most loyal and closest subordinates being killed by me?"

"Do you think a group of Death Eaters would make me sad?" Voldemort said nonchalantly, "As long as I am here, I will have as many servants as I want. You are still too young."

He gave Lynn a cold look.

"You'd better really think so." Lynn looked at him with a half-smile. "If you think they are not important, why let those idiots of Leviathan go to die? Dumbledore will kill them all. Don't think that your snake head that is broken into several pieces can plot against me. You are as stupid as the kid in the diary decades ago."

"... a sharp-tongued brat."

Although he knew that the diary was destroyed and the Death Eaters in Azkaban were in danger, Voldemort was still enraged.

He no longer tried to maintain his human form, and in an instant, a giant black octopus appeared on the ruins.

The broken tentacles were all restored, and the body, which was as smooth as before, showed a glossy luster under the moonlight. The aura of the false god and the wizard merged into one, with a majestic aura.

"Since you want to die so quickly, then come on!"

He was so angry that he no longer had any manners and his voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, with a hissing sound.

Before he finished speaking, beams of light blasted out in an interlaced manner, which were more than one level stronger than those cast by the false god Baal himself.

The breath of death suddenly hit me in the face.

Lynn was not in a hurry. He slowly raised his hand and blocked Slytherin's locket in front of him.

The tightly closed window suddenly opened, and the pure magic power instantly forged a silver-white shield.

Voldemort's eyes widened as he saw the emblem of Salazar Slytherin engraved on it, which was exactly the same as the magic he had learned with so much difficulty.

What shocked him even more was the locket - the guess that had horrified him had come true.

"How dare you——!"

The legacy of the ancestors, the most precious Horcrux, the symbol that was enough to prove the noble bloodline, became the opponent's weapon. What a shameful opponent was the "shameful Mudblood". The impact of this reality was much greater than the magic itself.

Voldemort was furious, and the overwhelming magic power smashed forward without reservation.

This was exactly what Lin En wanted.

The towering World Tree turns from virtual to real, and the collision between light and darkness, good and evil divides the world into two distinct ends.

The war is about to start.

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At the same time, an endless war was also burning on the outskirts of London and Paris, the two most prosperous cities in Europe.

The only two remaining false gods of Leviathan all appeared, as well as a wizard from faraway Africa - this is also the last power of Leviathan.

But under the premeditated torrent, they could only be defeated and disintegrated.

When Dumbledore and Grindelwald stepped onto the battlefield, death became the only theme.

This is a battlefield, but it looks more like a carefully selected grave.

The war between wizards and false gods has been a real change of offense and defense since they learned how to kill.

Chapter 551 Breaking the Balance

On the battlefield filled with black smoke and fog, Lin En's agile figure shuttled like a cheetah and flashed in the air like a nimble fish, leaving the torrential offensive far behind.

With a wave of his hand, invisible sharp blades that disappeared in the darkness were hidden in the vast ice and fire. If he was not careful, he would cut off a thick tentacle at the root and drop it to the ground.