Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Beneath the appearance of huge versus small, there is an equilibrium and confrontation beyond common sense.

"Dirty little mudblood, you will die like a puddle of the most stinking mud. No one will recognize you, including the mudblood girl who will soon be your companion! Both of you will die without a burial place!"

A cold and hoarse roar continued to vibrate in the air, and the magic power gushing out from the wand and the remaining seven tentacles turned into pale green beams of light, blasting the earth into pieces.

The deadly magic failed to shake Lynn, but Voldemort's words just now hit the nail on the head.

He stood there, moving swiftly and without stopping, holding the hawthorn wood wand in front of him with a cold expression.

"Old man, I promised Salazar that I would give you a wizard's death, but now I have changed my mind."

The ancient sun's fire tore through the darkness and burned Voldemort's huge body, emitting a pungent smell of burning.

Wisps of smoke-like magic power dissipated into the sky, neither real nor unreal, and gradually disappeared.

No matter what kind of magic, including the Killing Curse, can stop the omnipresent light and heat.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and the cold air solidified into invisible ice at this moment.

Voldemort broke away in a hurry and looked at Lin En in doubt and surprise - he had already overestimated this young man, but was still overwhelmed by the strength shown by Lin En.

What kind of monster is this?

Even though he was full of confidence after being possessed by the false god, he couldn't help but talk to himself in his heart, and then he felt great shame and the fear that followed.

Just like facing Dumbledore twenty years ago, I actually had the urge to temporarily avoid the attack and retreat first.

But this is obviously not a concept, because he is younger than Dumbledore, but much older than Lynn.

"You will die here today, Eric. Even if it costs me this life, I will kill you. It won't matter how fast Dumbledore arrives."

There was no emotion in those scarlet eyes anymore, and all the restless magic power was restrained. Voldemort spoke calmly.

A black tornado of terrifying size was spinning rapidly with him as the center, burning with the same dark flames.

A full third of the false god's mountainous body turned into fuel for flames and whirlwinds, and the evil magic broke the boundary between matter and energy.

Wherever the tornado passed, bricks, soil, remaining fires, and broken ice, all existence was destroyed into unobservable particles.

"So this is the real purpose of those beasts' bodies? As expected of you, you are really a tough guy."

Lynn took out the magic book, turned a page, and advanced against the howling wind.

"But you are far from being able to take my life with this little thing, you are just a toad who has been lying at the bottom of the well for decades and still thinks he is invincible. You are the only one who will die here."

A blazing flame burst out from the pages, and the glass-like crystal book sparkled in the firelight.

The giant dragon forged by Rune Fire turned around to meet the attack with a force no less powerful than a hurricane, and the magic like a natural disaster collided violently above the empty and lonely sea.

Dazzling golden light and emerald green light bloomed simultaneously on the tips of the two proud wands.

Amid the devastating explosion, a seemingly subtle but murderous curse came towards them.

After a brief test, the two sides revealed their cards and a more intense fight broke out.

This is also the collision of two magical paths.

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In the suburbs of London, the once prosperous neighborhoods have fallen apart.

Countless silver-white puppets turned into pieces, scattered all over the bumpy streets, and then squirmed like liquid, slowly gathered together, and rushed into the battlefield as if nothing had happened, leaving behind only corpses of various shapes.

A storm of curses poured down upon the dark shadow that shaped like a mountain of flesh, and upon the outsiders who stubbornly resisted around it.

"Go ahead, Dumbledore, and leave the cleanup to us," Euphemia said without turning back.

The tidal offensive overwhelmed the dying false god and his few remaining servants. His brown eyes were brighter than ever, and his silver-blue robe stood out in the crowd. The rising magic power seemed to be about to burst his frail figure.

The brilliant shadows lit up the night sky, and the towering yew trees exuded a solemn and holy aura.

The legendary door is just around the corner.

Dumbledore gave her a long look and stopped.

"...Okay, I'll leave it to you then."

The phoenix hovering in the sky swooped down, and the dazzling fire engulfed the human figure.

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Outside Paris, on the banks of the Seine.

The dense forest has turned into a white land, and the hard limestone has been turned into powder by the fierce fire.

Grindelwald stood proudly in the sky, overlooking the corpses scattered all over the ground. His eyes did not waver in the slightest, and were fixed on the false god that looked like a human-shaped black cloud. The blue and white fire dragon had already devoured most of its huge body, but the remaining part was still powerful.

Row after row of tall metal puppets surrounded the battlefield, uniformly holding up magic barriers to block out the aftermath.

On a hill not far away, Nicolas Flamel stood alone in the cold wind. Soon, Rosier, full of blood, came to him.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Flamel."

The white-haired witch bowed her head slightly, expressing her respect with her body language.

"Don't worry about it. The real winner is not here. It's time for him to leave, right?"

The old man looked nonchalantly toward the valley and the river—just now, a false god without any breath had fallen from the sky, and the extremely high temperature had almost turned an entire section of water into steam, but the ever-flowing Seine would not stop for that.

This couldn't help but remind him of the battle that took place seventy years ago.

Times have changed and things and people are no longer the same.

Rozier slowly raised her head, and the figure to whom she had poured her life's emotions and ideals had disappeared.

"Yes, Monsieur Flamel," she said slowly.

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When Dumbledore arrived, Lynn's battle with Voldemort had reached its most intense moment.

The island that was once lifeless due to the existence of Dementors is now almost unrecognizable from its original appearance. The earth is cracked, seawater is pouring back, and all kinds of traces of magic can be seen everywhere.

Dozens of puppets of all sizes were shattered on the ground, along with two tentacles of the false octopus god.

"Tom," he whispered.

The faint voice was like a muffled thunder exploding in Voldemort's mind.

"...Dumbledore." He spoke word by word, his eyes never leaving Lin En for a moment, "It seems that you are indeed faster."

Dozens of poisonous snakes made of fierce fire shuttled across the broken earth, and were then frozen into ice sculptures that shattered at the slightest touch.

The majestic tentacles wrapped in black magic lashed down and passed through the barrier of Rune Fire, but were easily avoided by Lin En. He responded with a cold green vertical pupil, burning half of the tentacle from the middle.

"You will die here today, Tom." Dumbledore walked calmly towards the battlefield, "just like those servants who were sent to their doom by your own hands, and the accomplices who voluntarily or forcedly assisted you."

Chapter 552 It's Enough to Kill You

"Dumbledore, you haven't made any progress in bragging."

Feeling the pressure from Dumbledore, Voldemort responded with a cold and mocking smile.

He took a few steps back and took both of them into his field of vision.

"It seems that you have indeed been prepared." He said sarcastically, "But do you think that this can defeat the great Dark Lord?"

The surging magic power covered the cross-section of the tentacles, and in just a moment, the lost bodies were restored again, just like what the false god Baal did in the canyon in the past - but faster and smoother than it.

"A monster's body, your mind, and the magic power of combining the two?" Dumbledore nodded slightly. "This is indeed a combination that will bring us some pressure and surprise, but if you want to keep you alive, this ability may not be enough."

He took out a thumb-sized glass bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap, and poured the bright golden potion, which had a texture 70% similar to honey, into his mouth without leaving a drop.

In an instant, a majestic spirit as vast as the ocean surged out from the old man's tall and thin body.

"I agree with you, Albus."

Lynn smiled and called out Dumbledore's name. This was the first time.

He also took out a small bottle from his arms, shook it and drank it all, then frowned slightly.

"Although it tastes wonderful, I still don't like the taste of this thing, especially the one made by Alex, which always has an annoying bitter taste - maybe we can change it next time."

"I agree, and I love it when you call me by my first name."

Dumbledore said with a grin, letting the Elder Wand hang at his side, like he wasn't worried at all.

Their expressions were relaxed, in stark contrast to Voldemort's solemnity.

"Bliss Spirit... Looks like you guys are preparing for a two-on-one fight."

“No, no, no, Riddle, you’re overthinking it.” Lynn waved his hand. “Although there’s no need to be fair when dealing with scum like you, I don’t intend to let you die so easily. You have to pay the price for what you just said.”

Dumbledore was a little confused. He looked at Lin En, who didn't seem to be pretending, and nodded slightly: "Okay, then I'll take a rest."

He walked away slowly, the Elder Wand still clenched in his hand, an invisible aura hovering around Voldemort.

"Let me pay for what I said just now... Haha, it seems that you really like that Mudblood girl." Dumbledore's temporary departure relieved Voldemort's pressure suddenly. His attention was refocused on Lynn. He raised his hand and cast a killing curse while sneering.

This was more like a provocation than a sneak attack, because Lynn just shook his wand casually, and a piece of gravel the size of a fist flew just in front of the spell's path, completely blocking it in the explosion.

"Your provocation is useless to me, and the reason I kept you until now is just to be on the safe side." Lynn approached Voldemort step by step, looking like an ant approaching an elephant without knowing the danger.

But Voldemort did not dare to be careless.

His eyes, which seemed to be stained blood due to his countless murders, did not blink at all, watching Lin En's every move.

Suddenly, he saw the crown and golden cup that had disappeared long ago in the fierce battle.

There are also two pure white shadows.

"Rowena Ravenclaw... and Helga Hufflepuff, it's really unexpected." He whispered, and soon regained his calm and confidence, "But they are just two ghosts lingering on. What can they do?"

"Who knows?" Lin En placed his hand on the title page of the magic book. "If this is your last words, I guarantee that it will be engraved on your tombstone - assuming someone is willing to build a tomb for you."

Rowena and Helga said nothing as their silver-white souls merged silently into their respective treasures.

The next moment, endless magical power poured into the purple-shanked figure.

The holy light once again illuminated the world tree that was already towering into the clouds, and the deep darkness was dispelled by the light, even though the sun had not yet risen from beneath the sea in the east.

The sarcasm and disdain on Voldemort's face froze instantly. He had never imagined that the magical items he made into Horcruxes were not only precious, but also concealed such exquisite and even terrifying power.

Or rather, the arrogant me in the past never took these things seriously.

An immense amount of regret welled up in my heart, as well as a sense of crisis as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

"...You actually use such tricks."

"It's enough to kill you."

Feeling the magic power that was feeding back from the World Tree, rising and accumulating step by step, as well as the rejection and combing that almost tore the body into several pieces, Lin En said calmly, while pouring magic power into the extremely solid magic book.

The crystal clear calligraphy seems to be mixed with wisps of mist, making it sparkle and mottled, powerful but no longer pure.

But that's enough.

The unprecedentedly huge magic power was at his fingertips under the blessing of the physical and mental state brought by the felicity potion. The unprecedented sense of power and physical pain intertwined together gave Lin En the illusion that he was almost omnipotent.

He carefully raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, who was facing a formidable enemy.

"Isa."

Before he finished speaking, the stormy North Sea was instantly covered in silver-white and turned into a world of ice and snow.

Voldemort tried to resist, but his invincible dark magic seemed to be put into a layer of shackles. Not only could he hardly move, but he felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire. He had just cast the Killing Curse with all his strength when it was completely submerged by the icicles that followed.

Even Dumbledore was shocked by this sudden and overwhelming scene. He widened his eyes and looked at Voldemort, who was stabbed like a hedgehog, in disbelief - or rather, his false god's skin.

Such terrifying power was far beyond the reach of even him and Grindelwald in their prime.

This is magic that is enough to fundamentally change nature, even if it is only temporary, it is thrilling enough.

And this was just a small part of the magic that Lynn had just performed.

In a space that is imperceptible to the naked eye, in Voldemort's perception, the air is becoming extremely sticky, pressing towards him from all directions - this is a more urgent threat than frost and severe cold, making him like an insect falling into resin, trapped in the desperate situation of turning into amber.

Not only was it the false god's high-speed movement magic, but even moving the limbs was difficult.

Without time to react, he used the Fierce Fire Curse once again.

The dark flames ignited the huge body, giving him a chance to transform into his original humanoid form again, but it was still not enough to get him out of trouble - and the price was definitely tragic.

The powerful body that once made him so happy has been seriously damaged in the continuous consumption. The weaknesses that originally belonged only to the false god hidden under the win-win appearance have been exposed in the face of Lin En's overwhelming strength at this moment.