Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The old man moved slowly but steadily, skillfully placing the medal on his chest. The pale pink gem badge glowed with a faint light, followed by the golden chain.

This is not a constraint of an oath, but a kind of inexplicable connection, as if being connected to the land underfoot and feeling its breath.

"Shh-"

Without any sign, a purple-robed shadow broke out of the body, and then expanded and grew rapidly at a speed that Lin En had never seen before. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the arch and pointed straight to the sky.

An indescribable enlightenment emerged in my mind, as if I had taken an unexpected step at the end of the road, and the world before my eyes suddenly became clear.

The queen was also shocked by this sudden change, which was a scene that had never happened in any royal record.

She frowned slightly and asked softly, "Eric, are you feeling okay?"

Lynn didn't reply, her eyes closed, her breathing even.

Soon, Dumbledore came back and whispered to the Queen, "Don't worry, I concealed the noise here as soon as possible and didn't alarm anyone."

"That's good... I just put the medal on him, and in just a few seconds, he became like this."

"Perhaps it's because of his magic... He is best at an ancient magic that has been extinct for many years and was revived in his hands, Rune magic."

"So what should we do? Do you have any ideas?"

"I guess we can only wait, but at least in my opinion, his current condition is not a bad thing - the magic in front of us is a very powerful protective magic."

"You are an authority, so I naturally trust your judgment." The queen said in a deep voice, "Perhaps he is really the most suitable candidate."

"I have always believed this. Now that he has completed the ritual, I think it is best for me to wait here - it is getting late." Dumbledore said meaningfully.

The queen looked at him helplessly and nodded slightly: "I really can't leave for too long. No one is truly free."

She walked slowly out of the hall and said slowly, "When he wakes up, please give him my regards."

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Outside Hogwarts Castle, deep in the Forbidden Forest.

The centaur tribe was busy and solemn.

The centaur warriors coming and going carried materials piled up like mountains and brought them to the side of the elder who was resting with his eyes closed.

It's going to be dark soon.

Firenze looked nervously into the distance and immediately saw Bane running at full speed.

The horsemen along the way hurriedly moved to the sides to make way for this burly man.

"How is it, have you found Lynn?" Without waiting for the dusty Bane to catch his breath, Firenze asked anxiously.

"No, he's not at Hogwarts. Fawkes wasn't here today either, and no one else knows where they went."

Bane shook his head vigorously, sweat splashing.

"What about Dumbledore? He's not here?" Firenze asked anxiously.

At this time, the elder who had been silent spoke.

"I'm afraid they won't be here." The white-haired old man still closed his eyes and murmured, "The Broken War, and the rest of it... I saw the prophecy. He must be preparing for this as well - there's no need to look for him anymore, Firenze, you write down tonight's prophecy and pass it on for me."

Firenze's face was struggling, and he was reluctant to move.

"Light the fire, just like I said last time." The elder said without question, "I must complete this prophecy and find the truth hidden deep in the starry sky. This is very important."

“…Yes, Elder.”

Chapter 558 The World Tree of Emotional Bonds

Cool.

Just the right amount of coolness.

It feels as comfortable and relaxing as if the whole body is soaked in a pool of clear spring water.

The restless magic was slowly calmed, and the blockage and discomfort in the chest gradually dissipated.

Lin En felt unprecedented refreshment and clarity, just after the agreement was reached and the Purple Shirt Rune was performed spontaneously.

His body still remained at the altar of the apse of Westminster Abbey, in this ancient building that carried the close connection between the British royal family and the wizarding world, but his spirit had entered a mysterious state of clarity.

It was like going back more than a year ago, back to the morning when he saw the way forward clearly, or even better than that.

At this moment, he seemed to be inside the World Tree, and it seemed as if he had turned into the World Tree that was connected to him by blood.

Every branch and every leaf seems like an extension of the body, with a close connection like flesh and blood.

But it is not just this kind of connection, or in other words, it is not just the connection with oneself as a carrier and body.

Countless messages flow into the unguarded soul through the ground beneath one's feet and the invisible breeze.

There are countless spots of light in the white world.

Each spot of light seemed to be a living being, carrying a familiar breath, scattered everywhere.

Lin En opened his eyes and recognized the strongest and brightest light among the countless points of light at first glance.

That was Euphemia at home in Birmingham.

There were more than a dozen spots of light of different sizes around her, Brian, Sonia, Victor... They gathered around Euphemia.

Lynn knew that they were holding a meeting to deal with the follow-up issues of last night's battle - treatment of the wounded, burial of the dead, cleanup of the battlefield and pursuit of the remnants of Leviathan, and even how to deal with those Death Eaters who were arrested in advance.

But what he didn't expect was that with a slight movement of his mind, the trembling branches and leaves of the world tree fell on the light spot, and a clear sound instantly reached his ears, and even the scene seemed to be there in person.

"Scum like Nott and Umbridge deserve to be executed directly to deter these scum."

This is Brian's loud voice. Now he is sitting next to Sonia, with a piece of gauze covering his left cheek, but it can't hide his red face at all.

Last night, he and his men were the most courageous. They almost single-handedly broke through the enemy's flank, laying the foundation for Euphemia and Dumbledore's offensive.

"What do you think?" Euphemia asked, her eyes sweeping over the core members of the Stargazers present.

Sonia naturally stood with Brian, Inès also agreed, and Regulus looked hesitant.

After thinking for a long time, he said in a deep voice: "To completely wipe out the influence of the Death Eaters and Voldemort, it is essential to kill a few of the main culprits. The others can be locked up. Anyway, we have the alchemical dolls now. The most important thing is that the current situation has not yet been completely stabilized. We must focus on stability."

This was a mature strategy. Lin En nodded with satisfaction and looked at Euphemia, waiting for her to make the final decision.

The result was as expected. Euphemia, who had planned ahead, easily convinced Brian and the other two.

After finishing this, Lin En basically understood the wonderful use of the current state and turned his eyes to look elsewhere -

Amelia was still in the Prime Minister's residence. It was obvious that their discussion was not all smooth sailing. Both sides, representing Muggles and wizards respectively, had to strive for the greatest interests and initiative for the groups behind them. This was not a matter of personal gain.

Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, who were slightly injured in the duel with two red-robed wizards last night, were resting. Frank was sitting at the desk writing a letter to Neville, and Alice was cooking dinner in the kitchen. The aroma of the food seemed to come over, making people's appetites grow.

Barty, who was seriously injured, was sleeping peacefully in the intensive care unit of St. Mungo's. His bedside table was filled with his favorite fruit candies and a few crumpled candy wrappers.

Not far from him lived Boyce and Andrew. Like Brian, these two young men were badly injured in a fight outside London and had to come to the hospital to recuperate.

Doris was taking care of them in the ward. Although she was also at the front, she was almost unharmed, in stark contrast to the two wounded who were sighing. Not far away lay a young female Auror who looked a little familiar.

Newt was also at St. Mungo's, but he was not there to see a doctor for his injury, but to buy medicine for his wife with a smile on his face - as if nothing had happened last night.

Lin En couldn't help laughing and turned his head to look into the distance.

The Weasley family reunited after a long absence. Not only Bill, Charlie and Percy were there, but Penelope also appeared at the table. The whole family enjoyed dinner happily.

Nico and his wife were still in the underground alchemy workshop of Beauxbatons, surrounded by piles of materials and the false god that was completely sealed away by Euphemia - probably the last one.

Not far from them, Rim was playing with his friends. The black cat, which was getting fatter and fatter, was lying on the side, yawning lazily.

In the Hogwarts castle, Hermione, Ron, and seemingly Harry as well, were chattering in the library, still talking about the second round of the tournament.

When Neville returned to school, he did not relax his pace of practice and study because his parents recovered. He just did not stay in the Room of Requirement to practice magic. Instead, he went to the greenhouse to study his favorite magical plants with Professor Sprout.

There was also Luna in the Divination classroom, Hagrid fighting the blasting-end skrewt, and Fleur sleeping in the carriage...

The light spots were densely distributed everywhere, each representing a relative, friend, or disciple who had a close relationship with Lin En.

By chance, their voices and appearances appeared clearly in front of Lin En, as if he could touch each other through the branches of the World Tree just by moving his fingers.

He suddenly realized that there was a deviation in his cognition.

The magic power of Rowena and Helga was indeed strong, so strong that he could completely control the scale of the battle with Voldemort, leaving this demon who controlled the powerful body of the false god helpless.

But they are not forces that they can truly control, and they deviate from the essence of the World Tree.

After taking over Dumbledore's responsibilities, he accidentally found another way.

It is not absolute power, but the fusion of human emotions that is the true bond of the World Tree.

"Let me see what Seide is doing...Sure enough!"

His tense heartstrings slowly relaxed, and now he was no longer in a hurry to find out the reason for this mysterious state.

He fixed his gaze with interest and looked at the two points of light that were closely together - in the Forbidden Forest, where he and Fei had strolled countless times.

Just as he was about to take advantage of this rare opportunity to find out what was going on, a subtle dizziness made his eyes blur.

Then, two spots of light began to flash rapidly.

It was the same familiar smell, and it was deep in the forbidden forest.

It's a horse person.

Lin En frowned slightly and focused his attention on the sudden change in the Centaur tribe and on his two good friends, Firenze and Bain.

He saw the burning sage and sweet mallow, and the hazy smoke, and the elder standing alone in the moonlight.

It was a clear, cloudless night, and the stars seemed dimmed by the brightness of the bright moon, which was just right for prophecy.

The sparse moonlight poured down from the sky, covering the old man's body with a layer of silver-white veil, adding a bit of mystery.

A faint electric current ran through Lynn's heart.

Chapter 559 Prophecy

"Damn it! What on earth are these two guys doing? Didn't we tell them to stop him?"

The sudden change broke Lin En's good mood and made him a little flustered - not to mention that he had not yet figured out how to get out of his current state. Even if he rushed over without stopping, it would be impossible to stop the elder who had entered the prophecy state.

Even just observing from a distance, Lynn could feel the life force slipping away.

If human life is like a water tank, then the centaur elder at this moment is like a person who has drilled a hole at the bottom of the tank, rapidly consuming the already limited amount of water in exchange for a brief moment of clarity.

He was observing the stars, observing the tiny differences in the movement of distant celestial bodies - this is a mysterious and difficult to explain law, and it is also the most awe-inspiring destiny in the eyes of the Centaurs.

Everything is rational.

This observation is not without cost.

The laws contained in the starry sky will be transmitted with billions of times the power, and even a tiny aftermath will make the old man overwhelmed.

Before the prophecy began, the elder, who had been recuperating for two full years, had turned back to his old appearance. His long silver-white hair slowly lost its luster and color and became extremely dry.

Wrinkles stretched across the solemn face; even through the smoke, Lin En could see them clearly.

Do something.

As he thought this, he raised his hand for the first time and reached out to the old man who seemed so close to him but was actually so far away from him.

"Eivaz!"

A tide of magical power poured into the branches of the World Tree that towered into the sky. One of the slender branches glowed and trembled as it stretched towards the screen.

A strong feeling of weakness came over him, making Lin En feel uncomfortable even in the spiritual world.

But he didn't care. His amber eyes stared at the screen without blinking, at the old man and the starry sky above his head.

The bright white light is looming.

And in the corner he had not noticed, countless words and numbers were flashing rapidly, like an invisible waterfall.

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Under the cover of night, all members of the Centaur tribe gathered in an open space.

From the babbling cubs to the increasingly weathered elders, no one was talking to each other. They were all looking at the leader who had led the tribe for decades.

Firenze was wearing a somewhat clumsy-looking wreath, his expression was solemn, and tears were in his eyes.