Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Oserbaiya remained silent. This was the first time it did not know how to respond.

This scene is too complicated for the newborn soul, not to mention that most of its "memories" have been deprived and rewritten.

Lin En had expected this, and said calmly, "The only pity is that the monster that gave you the memory wanted to learn conspiracy and tricks from humans, but it happened to learn from a weird guy, so you also learned a lot of mistakes."

"...these are the guys I swallowed." Osebaiya suddenly realized, and said grimly, "You never trusted me from the beginning. These are baits."

"Smart little guy." Lin En smiled, "Then you should also know what your fate will be, right?" He pointed to the meteorite fragments in the distance and the metal ball that finally calmed down, "I still like the you who was brutal and unruly at the beginning."

"This is not right!" Ousebaiya screamed, "How did you know there was such a thing?! You are lying to me!"

"Of course I don't know. This is not my original purpose - but it doesn't conflict with it." Lynn said leisurely, raising his wand and waving it downward. Osebia, who had no control over his body at all, rose into the air and flew towards the meteorite fragments.

Lynn's movements were slow, and Ousebaiya was roaring at the top of his lungs.

"No! You can't do this! I don't accept--!"

A deafening roar came from a body the size of a keychain, like a very powerful speaker.

After realizing that this was useless except for venting its emotions, it began to beg.

"Don't do this to me, I'm still useful!"

"I can do a lot of things that are more valuable than dying here!"

“…Please!”

Time is slowly and irreversibly moving forward, and with it comes a dangerous atmosphere.

He felt the call of death and cursed in despair.

But it's all meaningless.

It just fell motionlessly on the meteorite fragments, and its entire body was instantly wrapped in dark magic power, and then continued to expand until it returned to its original behemoth of more than ten meters in height.

The shrill wails continued incessantly, as if its soul was being torn into pieces and then roughly reassembled in the darkness.

The familiar aura of the pseudo-god once again appeared in front of everyone, just like the seeds buried in the body finally sprouted and grew into towering trees.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

"That's right... everything about these monsters is right from birth to formation."

The old man with white hair and beard seemed a few years younger at this moment, radiating new vitality from the inside out.

The same is true for Grindelwald.

For legendary wizards like them who are well-informed and have long since disregarded life and death, as long as they know the whole story, the rest is not a problem.

Euphemia thought more.

She pointed to the sphere in the distance and said in a deep voice, "There is one thing that is not right. The sphere is obviously not a meteorite, but something that was shaped later. This brings us back to the question we asked during the day. Who is behind all this?"

"We'll figure it out sooner or later, Fei." Lynn looked at the swollen monster calmly, without turning his head, and said, "Let's start with this guy in front of us - it thinks we can't plunder its soul, so let's show it, right, Gellert?"

"I thought so too." Grindelwald grinned, with a bit more of the evil spirit of his youth. "You are more to my taste, so leave it to me, then?"

Lin En didn't say much, just stepped aside a few steps and made an inviting gesture.

At this time, the fragments of the meteorite disappeared, or rather... merged with the monster.

"Ugh—!"

Pain, anger, despair, fear... countless negative emotions were superimposed in a roar, and subtle changes that were difficult to describe in words quietly appeared on this tall and ferocious monster.

"Osei... Baia...! I'm not a slave... I'm... Baal!"

As if it was fighting a desperate battle with some invisible force, the monster began to struggle violently, its body sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking, and its shape changing again and again.

Finally, the will of the false god Baal, which should have been eliminated by Lin En, prevailed.

The huge and dangerous octopus appeared again, although its strength was no longer comparable to its peak period.

And what greets it is only deeper despair.

Four wizards who were more powerful than it and had more diverse means were looking at it meaningfully.

The metal ball that it had once treasured and protected in the deepest part of the treasure house was now within its reach. However, a slender and powerful hand grabbed it and then disappeared without a trace.

"According to my guess, Gellert, this guy shouldn't have that kind of self-destruct device in his head now - the person who created it should have appeared at the same time as this ball." Lynn said slowly, "So, you can use it as you like, but keep it alive. I'm going to make another high-quality Philosopher's Stone. Old Nico doesn't have many coffins anymore, so we have to save them."

"Of course, leave it to me - Albus, do you want to join us? Let's see whose method is more sophisticated."

Grindelwald was full of confidence and did not forget to invite Dumbledore beside him to compete in the name of cooperation.

Surprisingly, the old man, who had always been indifferent to such things, seemed to have become motivated at this moment.

He drew out the Elder Wand, and the surging magic spoke of the soul and will that had not yet aged but was sleeping in the old body.

"That's what I meant, Gellert."

The slender red light opened the curtain of a night that was not sure whether to call it a battle or a one-sided beating.

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Hundreds of miles away, deep in the North Sea, there is a small island not far from the deserted island where Azkaban is located.

An uninvited guest appeared on the lifeless island.

He was tall and thin, like a straight bamboo pole. He appeared without warning and walked quietly to a tombstone.

"The tomb of Tom Marvolo Riddle, a dark wizard who did all kinds of evil."

Dark clouds covered the sky, and a loud thunderclap drowned out the voice.

The flash of lightning illuminated the robe and hood for an instant.

Chapter 590 Discovery

When the smoke cleared, the majestic octopus monster was once again chopped into pieces, turning into countless small segments scattered across the wasteland.

Perhaps even this monster itself does not know whether it should be Baal or Ousebaia, or the alien species that has been wreaking havoc underground and has no name from beginning to end.

However, at this time, symbols such as names are no longer important.

Grindelwald used his own methods to prove that Legilimency is not the only way to obtain memories.

It'll just be a little painful.

Probably a bit painful.

probably.

Lynn was a kindhearted and respectable man, so he naturally could not stand torture and interrogation, so he took Euphemia away first - he had to hurry and make a new bracelet.

This is certainly not complicated. Although casting the Traceless Extension Spell on personal belongings actually violates many laws, no matter who it is, I am afraid that no one would blame him for this problem.

However, there is a small problem beyond this.

"Fifteen puppets, seven special floating cannons, one hundred and thirty-seven bottles of magic potions, and several hundred herbs. This is a huge loss!"

After returning home, Euphemia, feeling relaxed after dealing with the big things, almost immediately began to take stock of the day's losses.

Thinking about the gold galleons that were spent like water, she, who was in charge of the accounts, felt heartbroken.

Lynn, who was casting a spell on the spare bracelet, could only pretend not to hear and concentrate on carving the thing in his hand.

He knew his girlfriend's character too well and knew that he shouldn't talk to her at this time.

Just then, the phone in his pocket rang.

The caller ID read Frank Longbottom.

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"That mysterious person only stayed for five minutes and left without doing anything?"

The enchanted bracelet was thrown aside casually, and Lynn listened to Frank's statement in a serious tone.

"Yes, but he seemed to have discovered the surveillance device we hid in the cenotaph, and deliberately looked over there before leaving," Frank said calmly.

Alice's voice also interrupted: "Do you need us to take someone to the scene to take a look now?"

"No, that's not necessary." Lin En said softly, "Let's stop here. I will investigate. Please make a copy of the on-site records and give it to me. Ines will invite you to the Starlight Group headquarters tomorrow morning to discuss something important."

"...Okay." Frank paused for a moment, "If there's anything you need us to do, just let us know. Although we two can't compare to you and Fei right now, we can still be useful."

"Sure, take care of your rest." Lin En nodded, "If time permits, we'll see you tomorrow."

"You too, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Euphemia immediately came over and pointed at the phone screen: "What's going on?"

"Someone went to Voldemort's tomb," Lynn said, "stayed there for about five minutes, did nothing, and then left."

Euphemia was confused.

"I know you're confused, and so am I." Lin En held his chin, his brain working rapidly. "You can see the face, but the facial features are blurry. This should be some kind of confusion spell. It can fool our equipment, so the spell must be very powerful. In this case, he must have some ulterior motive to go there..."

"Could it be that a Death Eater slipped through the net?"

"Not likely. We have already killed all the truly loyal Death Eaters. Lucius would not lie."

"Who else could have this motive?"

"That's exactly the problem. He's already dead. His soul has turned to ashes. Who would be interested in a dead person?"

Lynn frowned and stood up with his hands on his thighs.

He looked at the bracelet on the table, pursed his lips, picked up the wand and tapped it twice, then put it back on.

With a flick of his wrist, the spare supplies stored in the underground warehouse flew out all at once and were continuously loaded into the warehouse, leaving only two bottles of vitality potions on the table.

The two of them tacitly picked up a bottle each and drank the potion in it with bitter faces.

"…It tastes terrible. It's all Alex's fault!"

Amidst the complaints in unison, the two smiled at each other, and the invisible tense atmosphere mostly dissipated.

Euphemia walked behind Lin En considerately, stretched out her hand and gently pressed his temple, speaking in a gentle tone:

"Could it be the person hiding behind the monster? He is probably the only one who can do this and has the motivation."

"But why is he doing that?" The comfort of his body eased his inner anxiety. Lin En closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "It can't be like in science fiction, where aliens are causing trouble, right?"

"I'm afraid no one knows the answer, but the false god's goal has always been the stagnation of humanity, in order to enslave us." Euphemia whispered, "Could this be a disguise?"

"……etc."

Lynn opened her eyes, her eyes sparkling.

"what happened?"

"If it's a disguise, then his real motive may be to maintain a balance - based on unknown schemes."

Lynn stood up, his fingertips shaking unconsciously, and his speech became faster than usual.

"Someone who can secretly influence both wizards and monsters, and maybe even Muggles... Let's go find Gellert."

"Eh? Okay, but what happened?"

Euphemia was pulled forward, her eyes full of confusion and surprise.

"You've given me a lot of inspiration, Fei. If someone really asked the false god to do this, many things would make sense." Lin En said seriously, "But now, we have to find as much information as possible, and the plan must be adjusted."

"Well...okay, I'll listen to you."

Although she still didn't quite understand, Euphemia followed him out without asking any more questions, based on the trust that had remained unchanged for twenty years.

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On the deserted island, Grindelwald's interrogation ended.

The monster's body was torn into pieces, but what was even more tragic than the flesh was its spirit, which was on the verge of collapse.

The soul, which was not very resilient to begin with, was almost sinking and disintegrating in the endless pain. The memories buried deep in the mind were exposed to the ruthless old man without reservation.

As expected, the self-destruct mechanism in the false god's mind was implanted after birth, and a newly born individual like it has not yet encountered the poisonous hand.

The secret memories of the false god Baal were laid out in plain sight, like a library with its doors open, allowing him and Dumbledore to search through them.

This includes the origin and usage of metal balls.

What shocked Dumbledore was that this was not a technological product as he had imagined, but pure magic.