Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The principals, unaware of his arrival, turned their heads at the same time and looked at him in disbelief.

Except for the new headmaster Durmstrang who knew nothing about anything, the others all felt a pang in their hearts.

Especially Madame Maxime whose students are still underwater.

The tall and strong woman stood up immediately.

A moment later, shrill alarms rang out throughout the stands, and the packed lakeside scene fell into chaos.

Chapter 581: Uncertain Destiny

Even when he was sitting on the hospital bed in the school hospital wrapped in a thick blanket, Harry still didn't understand how he was pulled out of the murky lake.

He felt as if he was swimming desperately one second ago, trying to buy more time in front of the alchemical puppet that was closing in on him, and the next second he was as if he was wearing a straitjacket to restrain prisoners. Although he was not under any spell, he could not move at all.

Through the foggy window, avoiding the sight of Madam Pomfrey who had just poured a large cup of fiery potion into her mouth, he tried to look out -

The previously bustling arena was now in chaos. Noisy discussions and complaints passed through the thick wooden door and spread into the hospital. Even Madam Pomfrey's efforts to suppress them were of no avail.

As curious as he was were Kalaya and the other two who had been eliminated earlier. There were only four of them in the entire school hospital at the moment, and their common question temporarily suppressed the slight embarrassment that was supposed to have occurred.

Krum with a gloomy face, Kaliya who was very unconvinced, and Hurt who had a bitter smile from beginning to end, all three of them came to the wet Harry.

They knew only one sentence more than Harry about this anticlimactic match.

From Dumbledore.

[Major safety risks have occurred in the arena. The game is terminated. All spectators must leave the auditorium immediately and return to Hogwarts Castle.]

The old man's voice drowned out the sharp alarm and caused a brief panic, but it quickly calmed down.

Hence the present scene.

A chaotic crowd crowded in the castle hall. No one knew what had happened or what hidden dangers there were. All they could see from afar were a few people scattered along the lakeside.

Harry wiped the window with his fingers and tried to look outside, but to no avail.

At this moment, he heard Krum's voice from behind:

"Why aren't Diggory and Delacour here? Where did they go?"

This brought back some memories for Harry - he felt that when he was taken out by Professor Eric, he seemed to see the two people who had not yet decided the winner.

I don't know who won.

It would be great if I could meet Hermione and the others, I would definitely be able to get some more useful information.

Thinking of this, Harry became even more restless.

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"Sybil, are you sure the future you see is here?"

By the lake, Professor McGonagall crossed her arms and looked suspiciously at this colleague who had been with her for more than ten years but had never been reliable.

Her eyes also fell on Lin En - as far as she knew, Lin En should be someone who didn't believe in these things at all, just like her.

Trelawney sensed McGonagall's distrust, but when she saw the empty stadium, she felt relieved and rarely responded with hostility: "I'm sure, Minerva."

Mag grunted and stepped back reluctantly. No one could hear what she said, but from her expression, it was clear that she was dissatisfied with the sudden end of the game.

This is no wonder. At the end, two of the only three warriors left in the Black Lake were from Hogwarts. The situation may not be favorable to Hogwarts from the perspective of points, which may cause discussion.

It would be fine if she could give a suitable explanation, but the words of this fortune teller Trelawney...she really found it hard to believe.

Dumbledore whispered a few words of persuasion to her, looked around, walked to Trelawney, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work. It must not be easy to run all the way here from the North Tower."

"I am also a member of Hogwarts, Headmaster." Trelawney showed a proud expression, "and I am of the bloodline of the Prophet."

"Of course, I have always trusted your third eye." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Miss Lovegood, I also want to thank you and your friends for your keenness. Now please do me a favor and escort Professor Trelawney to the school hospital. She needs treatment - I think your other friend can't wait."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Luna still spoke in that calm and uplifting, choir-like tone. Neville and Ginny naturally had no objection to this and helped the professor leave.

After dealing with things here, Dumbledore finally had some time to spare. He turned his attention to Lynn and Amelia who were talking by the lake.

There were quite a few people around them, including Furong and Cedric, who hadn't won the match yet, and they seemed to be trying their best.

A faint white light rose from the lake, as if the entire Black Lake had turned into a huge light source, shrouded in holy magic.

"What a wonderful magic..."

"Albus!"

McGonagall's slightly stern voice interrupted his sigh.

The headmasters were waiting under the shade of a tree not far away, including the new headmaster of Durmstrang who knew almost nothing.

He could only move quickly.

In addition to dealing with possible dangers, the other urgent task is to find an excuse for today's emergency.

Whether to conceal or tell the truth requires consideration.

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"Professor, all protective facilities have been checked, the magic power supply is sufficient, all nodes are under monitoring, and the second and third protective facilities are on standby and can be activated."

Penelope Clearwater, the representative of the Starlight Group, trotted over to Lynn and reported meticulously.

These preparations have already been completed.

"Well done, Penelope." Lynn praised, "Have everyone on standby around here and reinforce the castle's defenses. Amelia, I'll leave this to you. Fei and I will go down and take a look."

"No problem, just be careful," Amelia said.

"Professor, let me go with you to investigate." While no one was paying attention, Furong quietly ran over and volunteered, "I'm familiar with the environment at the bottom of the lake!"

"Nonsense!" Euphemia frowned and scolded, "Didn't I tell you to help Penelope and the others?"

"I……"

"She means well, don't be angry, Fei." Lin En said gently, "Furong, don't forget what we said at the beginning, doing small things well is also an important contribution."

"...Okay, Professor."

Furong pouted and walked back dejectedly.

Doris, who had expected this scene, raised her chin, her eyes full of protest against her same-sex relationship.

The outcome that was not decided on the field extended to outside the field.

Lin En didn't want to get too deeply involved in the affairs of the young people. Seeing that the situation had calmed down, he continued to say to Amelia: "The two of us will go downstairs to check the situation first. Dumbledore will pick us up. I'll ask you to take care of everything on the shore."

"Don't worry about that. But is it really not necessary to transfer some people from the ministry?" Amelia asked.

Lynn asked back, "With the three of us here, do we need more manpower? Not to mention Grindelwald."

Amelia smiled, pouting into a smile.

"You're right, then... I wish you all the best!"

She took a few steps back and watched her friend with a trusting smile as she parted the water and walked step by step to the bottom of the lake.

A giant octopus was waving its tentacles not far away, as if it was saying hello, or asking something.

This is a large, human-like creature, and there are even rumors that it has an inextricable relationship with Godric Gryffindor.

But at least for now, no one can confirm or refute this, including those old principals who are almost falling apart.

Soon, the lake water closed up again, and the calm lake surface still flashed with light.

Underwater, a narrow and bottomless crack, exactly the same as the one at Katla, extends infinitely underground.

The ultimate darkness is spreading.

The so-called destiny will inevitably change from the moment it is observed.

This is the uncertainty of fate.

Chapter 582 Variables

"Trelawney, the drunkard, has calculated it correctly again."

At the bottom of the lake, feeling the magic power seeping faintly from the cracks, Lin En lightly held his chin and said with emotion.

They were clearly underwater, and there was no other magic. The conversation between the two was not affected by the environment at all, thanks to the water and fire resistance spell on the robes.

Not even the tiniest drop of water can get close to their skin.

Euphemia was a little surprised, but considering the "record" of the "descendants of the prophet" that had been sometimes effective and sometimes not in the past decade, she was not too surprised and just asked softly, "How to deal with it?"

"There are two options: let them out, or kill them in." Lin En said, "If she sees a bad future, it means there may be some powerful guys inside."

Euphemia raised her head, her amber eyes seeming to break through the water, and saw Amelia and the principals on the shore.

"They probably don't want to cause a panic, so should we go down together?"

"I think so too." Lynn smiled, "It's a good opportunity to try out our shared magic, isn't it?"

He took his girlfriend's hand and gently scratched her palm with his fingertips.

The mysterious underwater world has a different kind of interest.

"Too many hands, not serious!"

He was responded with a cute roll of the eyes, showing no nervousness at all, just like strolling in the garden.

Before he finished speaking, the water turned slightly, and the two figures turned into a magical line that merged into one and rushed deep into the ground.

Just a few minutes after they left, Grindelwald rushed back to the castle with Ternera at lightning speed.

Unable to break through the Anti-Apparition Spell, they found two adult Thestrals foraging deep in the Forbidden Forest in order to save time.

The blue-green scrolls stand out in the sun.

Dumbledore's expression became serious for the first time.

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Namibia, underground of Leviathan's stronghold.

The base that had been destroyed to pieces by the fleeing soldiers had now completely changed its appearance. Magical technology equipment of the Starlight Group could be seen everywhere, and even the walls were covered with special metal shells. It looked brand new from the inside out, and although it seemed calm, it was actually heavily guarded.

Wizard scholars and Muggle scholars from various countries worked day and night to analyze the material and properties of this ancient meteorite.

After several days of hard work and the destruction of several of the most advanced Muggle cutting equipment, they finally got a small sample.

Knowing its importance, Batty now stays in the laboratory dedicated to testing almost all the time, even to sleep.

Newt and Slughorn are not much different.

Although they did not know as much about Muggle scientific knowledge as the stargazers, they were able to come up with a series of important data based on their profound knowledge in the fields of potions and magical biology.

For example, the most critical thing is the spread of magic power and its acceptance by living things.

They have almost confirmed that the magic power inside the meteorite exists in some active form similar to that of life. Therefore, if it is not noticed, it can subtly influence the consciousness of the host and focus on the tyranny and savagery of the dark magic.

At the same time, these magical powers will endow the host with more powerful physical activity and thereby stimulate the potential of life - for wizards, it means a long lifespan and further magical powers.

And if it's for those monsters in semi-energy form...

Looking at Sample No. 8, which was chopped into pieces but still squirming in search of other parts, and initially had no consciousness at all, Slughorn felt a chill run down his spine.

"Where on earth does this thing come from?" he muttered to himself, but no one could give him an answer.

Firstly, no one knew, and secondly, everyone was busy and no one even noticed him talking to himself.

Batty stayed in the sample analysis room and did not come out, while Newt was observing and experimenting on sample No. 2, which was a specimen with the rudiments of unawakened consciousness. The three responsible persons each performed their duties, and the researchers under them were also working in an orderly manner.

After staying quiet for a while and calming down, Slughorn was about to continue mixing a potion with stronger destructive power, but he heard a commotion coming from the deepest part of the base.

He followed the sound and soon heard a sharp explosion - the fire came from where the main body of the meteorite was parked, and it pierced straight into his eyes.

The fat but agile old man quickened his pace instantly and rushed forward in two or three steps. He saw a middle-aged wizard in his forties lying beside the meteorite, with Batty standing next to him with an expressionless face.

"How is this going?"

"He broke through the cordon and tried to touch the meteorite directly. He must have been tempted or even controlled beforehand, when he came into close contact with the sample." Batty said, his expression unchanged. "Don't worry, I didn't kill him. I left him alive. I will investigate thoroughly."

"This--" Looking at the sunken chest of the fallen wizard, Slughorn swallowed hard, "Okay, someone come!"