Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This handsome but taciturn centaur prophet is currently suffering from grief far greater than any other member of the tribe - he is the only one who knew the elders' plan from beginning to end, yet has to keep everything in his heart.

Even because of today, he had to leave quietly when Lin En came to visit the tribe.

Looking at the elder who was determined to die, he could only grit his teeth and imprint his every move in his mind.

This is not only his mission, but also the final lesson and responsibility of the Centaur prophet heritage.

[Damn it! What on earth are these two guys doing? Didn't I tell you to stop him? ]

Suddenly, an angry growl sounded in his ears, startling him so much that he shuddered all over and looked around frantically.

However, no one seemed to hear the sound except Bane, who was also shocked.

Then, a faint fluorescent light enveloped the elder's entire body, like a veil clearer than moonlight, blocking out the invisible and intangible mysterious power.

"this……!"

Firenze's eyes widened, and he grabbed Bane and asked in a voice that only they could hear: "Did you hear it too?"

"Lin's voice." The rough-looking but smart centaur warrior said concisely, "Where is he?"

"I don't know." Firenze looked away blankly.

He had looked around but found nothing.

At this moment, the elder, who was almost exhausted, seemed to be injected with new strength. He stood up straight and said in a hoarse voice: "I saw it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on him, including Firenze and Bane.

This also includes Lynn, who is thousands of miles away.

"Fate is unpredictable."

"The spark that brings war appears and disappears from time to time."

"After the broken war... there are variables."

"The distant and ancient evil appears in the future and stays in the past. Only the present can grasp it."

The elder described in a weak voice everything he could see, from the trajectory of the stars to the vague future.

His eyes looked up at the deep blue sky through the smoke of burning sage and star mallow. The faint fluorescence gradually showed signs of strengthening, and his withered long hair regained its luster.

Even with his old and sick body, he forcibly cast a powerful magic, which turned into a ray of light pointing straight into the night sky.

His eyes were fixed on the deep darkness.

"The real disaster comes from outer space. No, not outer space. The real disaster comes from...!"

The prophecy came to an abrupt end, the old man showed a painful expression, and the trail of starlight also spread in the smoke.

A line of blood and tears fell from his right eye, and the originally bright pupil instantly dimmed.

The branches and leaves of the World Tree withered rapidly, but the scene in the elder's eyes was transmitted to Lin En's mind.

To be precise, it is not a picture, but some images that only astronomers and centaurs can understand.

But for some reason, Lin En seemed to have inherited some of the elders' knowledge. Although he didn't understand it all, he could understand most of it.

It was a long history, but also a reality that was about to happen before our eyes - the prediction that Trelawney made by chance two years ago was correct, but not completely correct, just like many of her previous predictions, hazy and vague.

The fact is just as they studied and analyzed, these aliens who called themselves gods were not real lives, but intellectual pseudo-creatures born by chance.

Their source may be a civilization that is older than any known existence - either dead or far away, but it is certain to have completely disappeared from this planet.

The so-called false gods are just the "legacy" they left behind - a group of tools that were not even worthy of life or servants.

As the previous generation of civilization disappeared, they fell into silence.

The long passage of time has washed away almost all traces. The tremendous changes in the world have wiped out most of the remains of civilization and brought a new era to this blue planet.

Everything should be like this, and these tools should also sleep in the deep sea or underground, forever silent.

However, a giant meteorite that accidentally fell tens of thousands of years ago changed everything.

Some of these "non-biological miners" were revived by the impact and energy.

The creatures of the new era gave birth to intelligence and souls they had never had before. They built their own bodies based on the appearance of other creatures and ushered in a false life.

The budding desires and evils made them forget - or hide - the truth.

They are merely the legacy and remains of the last era, yet they regard themselves as gods and treat all living beings as food and slaves, just to maintain the false immortality that violates the rules.

Swallow, absorb, store, protect...

The powerful force that is unstoppable to most people is actually just a function designed for collecting energy, just like their bodies that are between energy and flesh.

It’s just that the high prosperity of the previous civilization made these industrialized functions seem powerful.

When dying, the false god Baal, unwilling to perish, used his own life to send a wake-up signal - it was calling those "kind" who were still sleeping, and transmitted its own intellect and memory to them.

No one knows whether they will wake up, or whether they will become irresistible enemies like false gods.

All Lynn could see was that there were a lot of them, and they all looked exactly the same, like common Muggle assembly line products.

The world before the centaur elder's eyes fell into darkness. He slumped to the ground, fell into a coma, and was barely breathing.

This is the price of trying to break the rules and peek into the future, and it is extremely heavy even with the protection of Purple Shirt Rune.

Seeing this, Lin En took a deep breath and retracted the almost withered purple shirt shadow into his body.

next moment--

"boom--!"

The dazzling light penetrated the space and also broke the barriers between spirit and matter.

The world tree that was destroyed and then rebuilt rises from the ground, bursting out with a majestic spirit that connects the world.

Chapter 560 Rune Magic Level

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In the church, Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he was so shocked by the scene that he was speechless.

A column of light rose from the church, illuminating the entire city of London almost in an instant, as if a god had descended to the earth.

When passers-by along the Thames saw this miracle, whether they were devout believers or atheists, their reactions were the same as Dumbledore's.

Although it was only a few seconds, Dumbledore pulled out the Elder Wand as quickly as possible and used all his life's knowledge to cover up this shocking magic - at least from the view of Muggles.

But this scene has been imprinted in the minds of countless people and cannot be erased.

Even the Queen, who had returned to Buckingham Palace, saw it and stood alone by the window, her lips trembling slightly, and no one knew what she was saying to herself.

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Meanwhile, in Birmingham.

Euphemia, who was in a meeting, suddenly stood up from the sofa, her beautiful eyes flashed with suspicion, and she gently covered her chest.

She felt a sudden palpitation for no reason, as if something was calling her.

"this--!"

There was no time to think or react, as the Purple Shirt Rune, which had almost become an instinct, broke out of the body and grew upwards endlessly.

The people surrounding her were startled and were about to step forward, but they saw Brian also looking surprised and following Euphemia's lead to cast the Purple Shirt Rune.

Then came Victor and Sonya.

And Regulus.

In just a short moment, whether it was Euphemia and Brian who were able to cast this magic on their own, or Victor and his companions who needed to rely on metal runes as a medium for casting spells, the shadow of the World Tree, which was either strong or weak, appeared on all of them.

Only Ines stood there blankly, looking at them at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

The same scene occurs all over the world, and to every wizard who masters this magic.

Countless lights and magic illuminate the night sky, complementing the World Tree that towers over London.

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No one knows what exactly happened, except Lynn himself, who created this miracle with his own hands.

Even he only had a vague understanding of it.

Not until he had performed the magic as if with divine help did he in a trance realize the growth of his own, or rather the rune magic.

He felt the breath and magic of every wizard who was in tune with his mind and had the same magic as him, and gathered their power into himself, thus transcending the limitations of space and time and projecting it to the distant Scottish Highlands.

He saw the elder who had awakened in the distant picture, the centaurs of all sizes gathered around him, and Bane and Firenze who were searching around as if they had sensed something.

A strong feeling of fatigue suddenly came over me, and the picture stopped abruptly at this moment.

Even though he had no body and only appeared in this mysterious space in a spiritual state, he still felt his feet go weak and fell directly to the ground, and the scene in front of him became blurry.

Exhausted, Lynn breathed heavily - although he knew it was just self-consolation.

The spiritual body does not need to breathe and will not recover from it. This is just an instinctive reaction caused by fatigue.

But he didn't have the energy to care about these things now. After knowing that the elder was no longer in danger of life, his attention was completely attracted by the unprecedented grand occasion.

A flood of information flashed before my eyes like a waterfall, and the eye-catching words revealed the reasons for everything.

[Rune Magic Lv.7 (Exploration)]

[Proficiency (Unknown/Unknown)]

The barriers that had stood in front of me for many years were suddenly broken down overnight, but it was as simple as breaking through a layer of window paper.

The road paved by predecessors has long been interrupted. This is a brand new magical road that completely bears Lin En's personal mark.

A gateway to a fascinating and deep mystery.

Even the eternal and unbreakable rules showed a crack in front of the real Rune who reached unprecedented heights.

Just like the proverbs passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth among the horse people.

Fate is uncertain.

The fleeting glimmer of hope was grasped by Lin En, who was sensitive about the situation. He saved the elder's life, completely broke through the barrier of magic, and achieved success.

Lin En sat slumped in this spiritual world where time and space were meaningless, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The lines on the palms were clearly visible. The only difference was the two symbols.

It's like it was written in very light ink.

[Eivaz Purple Shirt Rune]

Faintly, Lin En seemed to see a god wearing a huge helmet with curved horns, heavy armor, a horn on his waist, and holding a two-handed sword. He also saw the pair of divine eyes that could see through everything.

"Heimdall..."

He murmured the other person's name.

This was not the first time he had seen this god hidden in magic and carrying the fantasies of the ancestors. The last time was when he was chosen by Hagget.

God is the embodiment of concepts and the direction of magic.

Seeing this familiar figure again, Lynn realized his power of exploration and harvest - the ability that only remained in his imagination, which belonged to Heimdall.

Protection and insight.

But he found more, from lost myths.

For example...the way to face danger and obstacles.

The power of unity.

Countless auras gathered from all directions.

The empty spiritual world sprouted a green branch, followed by thriving trees, quietly flowing streams, and... the sun hanging high in the sky.

Heimdall's horn was blown, and what responded to him was no longer indifference, but endless power.

He was certain that this power was stronger and much more powerful than any magic he had ever possessed.

Including the talent of transfiguration.

Because this is magic that he created alone and belongs entirely to him. It is an irreplaceable fit and a path that has taken him further than anyone else.

Even Dumbledore had never set foot in this area.