Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Let's get back to business. I thought about it while we were having dinner just now, and there are still a few things to adjust. The first is your afternoon meeting with the Muggle Prime Minister..."

"Wait a minute," Amelia interrupted. "Weren't we just chatting? How did you manage to talk to Percy about wedding rings and think about dealing with Muggles at the same time?"

"I'm just sitting around doing nothing, and I just had two days off, so I have to make the most of it."

"..."

The minister looked as if she had seen a ghost.

Just now she thought that Lin En at least looked like an ordinary person who would get tired and hungry when eating. After all, he was not like in the myths where one could survive without eating or drinking, or would look sad if the coffee was too bitter.

Now she wants to take back this comment.

She vaguely realized that even her work efficiency and enthusiasm, which she was most proud of as an ultimate workaholic, pale in comparison to Lin En.

This is frustrating.

Looking at Lin En, who had a calm expression, she sighed and reached out to pinch the back of her neck.

"Oh, sometimes I really envy your energy and brainpower. Just tell me, what errands do you want me to run?"

"It's not complicated. Just let Percy do some things, or ask Frank and Brian to do it. As for you..."

Lynn pulled out his wand and waved it gently, and the office door was shrouded in soundproof magic.

Amelia was full of doubts at first, but soon she realized something, and the coffee in the cup was gone without her noticing.

After a moment, she walked out of the room alone and said to Percy who was waiting outside, "Adjust the schedule in the afternoon. Go to St. Mungo's first. We need reporters. It will be published in the newspaper tonight. The meeting time with the Muggle Prime Minister will be changed to 4:30. Let Kingsley prepare the materials."

"Okay, Minister, I'll arrange it right away." Percy responded solemnly, taking out a stack of documents from the drawer. "Director Shacklebolt's materials are divided into three batches. I've sorted them out. There may be a report on dark magic items this afternoon. Do I need to bring it to the Muggle Prime Minister?"

"Perhaps you will be able to stand on your own soon." Amelia said with admiration, "Take it with you. Come with me to meet a guest tonight."

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That evening, the front page of the Daily Prophet reported that Minister Bones had visited wizards who had been wounded in their heroic fight against the Dark Lord.

[According to sources from the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch Jr. had been undercover in the Death Eaters for more than ten years, and was arrested and imprisoned in order to gain Voldemort's trust.]

[After Voldemort's group revived, he passed on a lot of important information through various means, including key information that put the demon to death.]

[Now, he is recuperating in St. Mungo's Hospital due to injuries and illnesses caused by years of lurking. In recognition of his heroic deeds and outstanding achievements, Minister Bones said that he would apply for the First Class Merlin Medal for him. ]

The thin Batty was lying on the hospital bed, holding hands and having a warm conversation with Amelia who came to visit him. This photo quickly spread across the streets of Britain.

The magical world cheered for this, and Amelia's already growing reputation also continued to rise. This was news that everyone was happy about.

Except for the people who were at St. Mungo's, the blame came from the sky, and Barty Jr. was inexplicably given a "long-term recuperation" hat.

Now he was furious in the ward, slamming the bedside table.

"Call Amanda here! Who told you I'm going to rest here for a long time?! I need to go out to work! Find that damn girl here! Find Lynn here!"

Batty was really angry this time. His handsome face was tense with anger and veins bulged on his forehead.

Although his physical condition was indeed not good, he was a powerful wizard after all. He had been through many battles during the years he had been hiding in Africa under a false name. When he roared, his aura was like that of a tiger waiting to devour its prey.

The young therapist who was taking care of him was so frightened that he dared not even breathe. His hoarse roars could be heard clearly even in the soundproofed corridor.

This scene soon attracted Hippocrates, a member of the Stargazers who was on patrol.

He walked into the ward with a smile, moved the trembling young man out of the room, and pulled a chair to sit next to Batty.

"Hello, Crouch, I'm Hippocrates, your attending physician, Stargazer No. 53. I'm entrusted by Amanda and the Chief to be fully responsible for your rehabilitation treatment."

He took out a mottled badge and placed it on Batty's bed, speaking in a gentle tone.

After feeling Lynn's magic, Batty's agitated mood calmed down a little, but his expression was still unfriendly.

"Where's Amanda? Did this girl sneak away because she was afraid that I would scold her?" he asked coldly, "And where is that disloyal Lin En?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to answer these questions one by one." Hippocrates said with a smile, "Amanda is handling some very important work right now. I think you know the details better than I do. As for the chief...his situation is a little more complicated."

His smile slowly faded and he turned serious.

Batty also sensed something and asked, "What's so complicated about his situation? What happened? Are you talking about the magic three days ago?"

"Nothing, just an overdose of Felix Felicis and excessive physical damage - compared to Victor's glorious deeds back then, it's still child's play." Hippocrates said casually, putting his hand on Batty's thigh. "He slept for about two days in a row before, which is better than you - I really wonder how you managed to hold on for so long."

"It's nothing serious." Batty turned his head away. "It's just some aftereffects of the black magic. I'll be able to recover soon. When will I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Unfortunately, there is no date. This press release from Minister Bones was reviewed by me, and the decision to take a long-term rest until you recover was also made by me."

"You should know what's going on outside." Batty wanted to get angry, but when he saw Hippocrates' stargazer badge, he controlled his temper and said coldly, "Whose idea was that?"

"I do not understand what you mean."

"Don't play dumb with me. Even Lynn wouldn't dare to say that he could trick me into it. Tell me, was it him or Euphemia who asked you to do this? What's your plan?"

The cold gaze made Hippocrates, who had excellent psychological quality, feel a little overwhelmed.

He looked away, his expression remaining calm.

"The chief and his team will make the rest of the decisions. I am only responsible for your treatment and safety while you are in the hospital."

"Treatment and... safety." Batty squinted his eyes and looked out the window at the streets of London. "Got it. Go get busy. Bring me the latest information with the medicine tomorrow."

"...I will convey it."

Hippocrates did not agree, but did not deny it either. He responded and slowly walked out of the ward, leaving Batty alone in this spacious room.

Still feeling upset, Batty picked up the Daily Prophet, rolled it into a ball, and threw it away. Then he got out of bed, walked to the window, covered his still aching chest, and looked into the distance.

"Monster... resurrected... tsk! Damn it!"

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Let’s put aside Batty’s frustration and irritability for now. Thousands of miles away in Iceland, at the Katla volcano, Lynn, who had been searching for this small island for a long time, finally stood inside the crater.

This is an active volcano that has not yet erupted, and there is nothing special about it from any angle.

But in Lin En's eyes, this volcano is in danger of erupting at any time, but what erupts may not be magma.

"Just let me see...what kind of monsters are hiding under here."

The dark golden pattern appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, and the slender wand pointed to the ground.

A faint light flickered, and a bottomless crack appeared in the middle of the hard volcanic rock.

Chapter 565 True and False Meteorite

Southwest Africa, Namibia, Hoba Farm is about 350 meters underground and it is pitch dark.

This is the lair of the two monsters that died in Paris and London not long ago, and it is also the last large stronghold and base of Leviathan in the world - but it doesn't matter.

What’s important is that in the memories and confessions of the captured Leviathan members, this place is called the “Source of God,” which is why there are two pseudo-gods of extraordinary strength stationed here at the same time.

But when Dumbledore and Grindelwald arrived, this place was already in ruins and no longer had its former appearance.

Judging from the relatively intact spatial structure and the debris and garbage everywhere, a looting involving unknown persons and numbers of people took place not long ago.

This is not difficult to understand. After all, just like the remnants of Leviathan who have scattered everywhere, except for a few brainwashed diehards, most people's relationship with the false god is as ambiguous as the three Balkan brothers, the werewolf thugs who were wiped out.

They might not have dared to do anything when the false god was around, but now that their greatest fear has died, they naturally have no taboos and cleaned up all the objects that might be worth some money.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald did not care about it. In their eyes, both the property and the fleeing bandits were nothing but trivial matters and nothing to worry about.

Walking in the messy and winding underground base, the two old men walked only a few steps ahead of each other, and were tacitly aware of each other's surroundings.

They didn't even bother to look at the outskirts that looked like a plague of locusts, but walked straight to the deepest part of the ground where breathing was difficult. It was said that this was the residence of the false god that only the red-robed wizards could approach.

Outside a black door of unknown material, there were all kinds of spells everywhere, and even traces of fierce fire, but they failed to shake the layer of fluorescence covering the door.

The false god is dead, but the magic here is still strong. At least it cannot be shaken by these rabble who take advantage of the situation.

Grindelwald smiled sardonically.

"Although these beasts are only so powerful, they have many unique tricks. No wonder they were treated as consumables by the ancient people - they are really cheap but tough."

He raised his wand and asked nonchalantly, "Do you want to open it or should I?"

Dumbledore did not respond to him, but looked around at the ruins and traces of magic. He only looked up after determining the number of wizards who had performed magic here.

"Let me do it. It shouldn't be too troublesome. If you do it, it will make too much noise."

The Elder Wand emitted a pale golden light, which quickly spread and turned into golden red, shining on the door.

"what--!"

A shrill scream was heard, and countless dark magic powers overflowed out, then turned into ashes under the illumination of magic.

Grindelwald pursed his lower lip.

Soon, as the souls that were forcibly extracted by the false god and integrated into the gate were destroyed, this ancient and evil magic also dissipated without a trace, leaving only a gate.

Only then did it reveal its true appearance - completely non-reflective black metal, strange and complex patterns, and black and red marks like solidified blood.

"It's a bit like the material of the iron ball." Dumbledore, who was experienced in alchemy, said softly.

Grindelwald nodded slightly, took a few steps forward, and waved his wand vigorously. The door fell back with a bang, revealing unknown darkness and mystery.

It was a huge space of over a thousand meters in radius, filled with skeletons everywhere, including those of humans, animals, and traces of house-elves, vampires, goblins, and even a few particularly huge skeletons of giants.

Some of them still exude the smell of blood and traces of remaining magic, while others have been dead for who knows how long, and even their skeletons are about to weather and break.

Even legendary wizards like Grindelwald and Dumbledore, who had seen many storms, were so shocked by the cruel scene that they were speechless for a long time.

"...These beasts deserve to die." Grindelwald took a breath and said through gritted teeth.

Dumbledore recalled the dark magic that had previously shrouded the door, and his look of pity grew deeper.

"Do you think Tom saw this?" he asked with difficulty. "If he did, how would he feel?"

"I don't know how he feels, but he still considers himself a wizard after all."

Grindelwald did not answer Dumbledore directly, but waved his wand, pouring raging fire on the mountain of bones that had accumulated for who knows how many years.

Countless innocent souls were purified in the flames, erasing the last traces left in the world.

He didn't use Fiendfyre this time.

Dumbledore stood quietly aside until all the remains were reduced to ash in the fire and buried deep in the ruins that were now the earth.

He lowered his head silently and mourned for the deceased.

When life fades away, racial differences lose their original meaning, and death is the only equality.

After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice a little hoarse: "Let me tell Lin En about this."

"That's fine with me," Grindelwald said, "but before that, I'm afraid we need to deal with this problem first."

He pointed forward and saw a huge rock standing in the open space, intact despite the flames.

Without the bones covering it, it was exposed nakedly to the two people's view, no longer covered.

The eerie magic power was unleashed, as if it had merged closely with the earth, making the air a little chillier.

"It is the same magic as those monsters." The coldness in Dumbledore's eyes was even colder than the environment. "That is to say..."

"This means that the meteorite found by the Muggles is a cover-up. The real thing is here, and it has problems."

Grindelwald raised his wand with a scowl.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A shrill green light exploded on the surface of the boulder.

A dull explosion was heard, and the killing curse, which was considered the nemesis of magic, failed to leave any mark.

Then, dark magic roared out, and even though Grindelwald was skilled and brave, he had to temporarily avoid the edge.

"Protect them all!"

Dumbledore's majestic voice came from behind, and the powerful magic built a barrier to block the incoming attack. It also made Grindelwald curl his lips imperceptibly and dispel the magic he was about to cast.

After a brief stalemate, everything returned to calm.

Dumbledore caught up from behind, walked to the edge of the meteorite first, put on a pair of dragon skin gloves, and put his hand on it.

The tough dragon skin instantly began to emit green smoke, then weathered, broke, and fell off, revealing Dumbledore's own palm.

"Confirmed, this is it."

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