Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Unfathomable magic is hidden in the sphere whose material is difficult to identify and is hard beyond imagination.

All of its magical effects are the purest magic, with no trace of anything other than that.

Even wizards as knowledgeable and erudite as him and Grindelwald were confused.

Just as they were looking at each other, not knowing what to do, they heard a muffled "bang" and Lin En and the other man returned.

"We have made an important discovery!"

Lynn and Grindelwald said in unison.

Chapter 591 Conspiracy and conspiracy

"So that's what happened..."

After exchanging information, Dumbledore and Euphemia were still thinking deeply, while Grindelwald suddenly realized something and took out Salazar Slytherin's magic notebook from his arms.

Except for him and Lynn, anyone who saw it would only see a blank space - just like the other three founders, Slytherin also chose this screening and protective magic.

But unlike Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, he did not prevent his heir from publishing the contents.

So Grindelwald fluently read out a passage from the last few pages of the notebook:

"Immortality is a false concept. The magic that maintains this concept must be of a higher level, so that the wizard's power is not enough to overcome it and grant death to the opponent."

"There are only two ways to transcend magic."

"More powerful force."

"Or, rules that cannot be broken."

"The rules are beyond reach, at least for the time being, so only an unstoppable force can make death equal."

“The power of wizards is unlimited, because our thinking has no boundaries, our imagination has no boundaries, and no matter how wonderful the skills are, they only serve the power.”

"From this, we can infer that there might be something fishy about the monster's power."

"Being born strong is a paradox. There must be something strange behind being incredibly strong and immortal."

"That's all. I thought he was old and confused after living for more than 200 years, so he must have added some complaints after the magic. Now it seems that he must know more than we do. This is a revelation to us."

Closing the book, Grindelwald said with emotion.

Rereading this passage after many days, the feeling was completely different from when I first read it just for the purpose of learning magic.

"The extra hundred years were not wasted, and he was an observant man. Perhaps he discovered something hidden behind the false god, but he couldn't confirm it. He was also worried about misleading us, the later generations, so he could only hint at it."

Lynn deeply agreed with Grindelwald's sentiments.

He himself had some prejudice against Salazar Slytherin until he communicated with him in person in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts.

This is also one of the reasons why he came back early.

Another reason is that Slytherin has been the subject of suspicion and investigation, a thousand-year-old mystery.

The most famous wizard of all time, Merlin Ambrosius.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "What if - I mean what if, Merlin is really the mastermind behind all this, the entire wizarding community will fall into a crisis of faith because of this."

"You're right. It's Merlin after all."

Lin En weighed the heavy metal ball in his hand with a strange look on his face.

Not to mention a wizard like Dumbledore, even he was not willing to believe this hypothesis.

If Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of our time and the banner of white wizards, then Merlin is the person who almost symbolizes the concept of wizard identity.

Throughout the ages, from wizards to Muggles, there have been endless legends about him - there are even pure-blood wizards who claim that he was one of the earliest students of Slytherin, although this statement has long been obscured by even older legends.

But it is undeniable that Merlin and his Merlin Band are the symbols of the entire magical world and the only noble beings with a status close to that of a god.

The legend of King Arthur, the story of the Lady of the Lake, Merlin and the Guardians of Muggles... The long Middle Ages buried the true history, but for an existence like Merlin, it helped the rise of the legend.

To this day, no one knows what era he was from, and no one is even sure whether he was a real wizard, but it doesn’t matter.

But if he really exists, and is hiding behind history and plotting something...

Assuming this thing is really related to Merlin...

"That's a good guess, but we can only investigate secretly," Grindelwald said firmly. "I know those mediocre and useless people too well. They will only cause trouble at this time, and may even hinder us."

"I agree." Euphemia agreed rarely, "If Merlin really still exists, if he really did it, we can find him in secret or even kill him, but this news cannot be made public - at least not yet."

Lynn remained silent, his eyes turning to Ousebaiya, who was struggling to crawl towards the sea with only his last breath left.

When no one noticed it, it had already crawled forward hundreds of meters with its own obsession.

There were only a few dozen meters left to the surging waves.

But that's the limit.

"You should have heard it all." Lin En said calmly, then raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

"No! Don't kill me...! I didn't hear anything!"

Ousebaiya, who was squeezed into a ball again, looked desperate and struggled hard, but could only make his body tremble slightly.

"Your death will be blamed on the man who planned everything. One day, I will avenge you, or let you avenge yourself in another way. So, go on your way with peace of mind. Your death should be worthy of your name and the previous promise. I will remember your loyalty and sacrifice - even though you didn't do it voluntarily."

"Don't--!"

The incomparably powerful magic force squeezed Oserbaiya into a keychain-sized slice again, stuffed it back into the reinforced wooden box, and sealed it into eternal darkness.

After doing all this, Lin En raised his head, looked at the dark clouds above, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"If he wants to be a chess player in front of us, it depends on whether he has the ability to do so. He is just playing tricks!"

The chilling murderous intent pointed directly at the night sky. The lightning that had been accumulating for a long time broke through the dark clouds, and strong winds suddenly arose and thunder roared.

"Click——"

The calm sea surface was rolled up with huge waves, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, and a storm was coming.

This is the roar of nature.

At this moment, a surge of magical power rushed out, and the terrifying scale even surprised Dumbledore.

Euphemia stepped forward quickly, and the moment their fingers interlocked, the World Tree that spanned the sky and the earth rose from the ground and reached into the sky.

In an instant, the inky black clouds disappeared, and the roaring waves passed by like a spring breeze.

When the shadow of the World Tree dissipated, only the clear starry sky remained above their heads - the distant Milky Way was particularly bright.

Dumbledore stroked his white beard, his blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses still filled with wonder.

Grindelwald smiled, his eyes, although still sharp despite his age, flashed with the passion and sharpness of his youth.

"Organize a team to start clearing out the monster's nest within three days. Gellert and Albus will lead one group, and Fei and I will lead another. Ask Victor and Regulus for all the supplies and equipment we need."

"Whoever is hiding behind this, whatever he is planning, must show up and stop us if we don't want our efforts to fail."

"Then there will be a true reckoning - even if it is that old bastard Merlin, I will send him underground to reunite with his old friends."

Chapter 592 Merlin Jazz Group

February 1995, 2, London, Ministry of Magic.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the annual Merlin Jazz Group gathering was held as scheduled.

Wizarding nobles from various countries showed no sign of being affected by the recent rumors and filled the magnificent meeting hall. Senior officials from the International Confederation of Wizards and the Ministries of Magic of various countries were also present.

Although the Order of Merlin has lost its former glory, the various levels of Order of Merlin proposed by the Wizengamot, reviewed and finally awarded by the Order of Merlin are still the highest honor that wizards dream of. For this reason, there are always people coming from all over the world just to participate in or even watch this event.

Outside the Ministry of Magic, the sky was dark and overcast, as if the first heavy rain of the spring was brewing. It had clearly already rained last night, but the clouds showed no signs of dissipating. Instead, they grew thicker, as if an ink bottle had been overturned, allowing the black ink to flow everywhere, emitting a distant and cold ominous atmosphere.

But apparently, the weather can't stop the wizard's enthusiasm.

Two or three hours before the conference was to begin, the streets outside the Ministry of Magic were already crowded with people, so much so that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had to send people to maintain order and avoid attracting the attention of Muggles.

However, many of them did not come here specifically for the annual meeting of the Merlin Knights, but for another issue that deserves attention and concern.

That was the interview with Dumbledore written by Rita Skeeter and published in the Daily Prophet yesterday.

......

As the host of the conference, Minister of Magic Amelia Bones, wearing a white robe with a very "Merlin style" and a pointed hat, was the last to enter the hall accompanied by a group of entourage.

With the dull sound of a door closing, a wizard gathering even grander than the Wizengamot Council kicked off.

"Good morning, distinguished guests. I am honored that the British Ministry of Magic is still organizing this gathering this year to honor wizard representatives who have made outstanding contributions to the wizarding world in the past year. Please allow me to welcome you all."

Amelia's tone was calm, and as she spoke, her eyes swept over the hundreds of guests present.

Among them were envoys from the International Confederation of Wizards, officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries, representatives of previous award winners, and the largest number of members of Sir Merlin's Order, including Wizengamot councilors and a small number of successors.

In addition to them, there are also celebrities from all walks of life who are invited to attend.

It is no exaggeration to say that at least one-third of the prominent figures in the entire magical world can be seen here.

The polite and enthusiastic applause lasted for about half a minute.

Amelia continued, "I believe everyone knows that not long ago, a demon that not only troubled Britain but also frightened wizards all over the world was killed. This is exciting news and is also an important topic for us to hold this conference today. We should use the highest courtesy to commend and thank those wizards who have made efforts and sacrifices to defeat evil."

The applause in response was louder and more prolonged than before, coming mainly from British wizards, as well as those from Europe and Africa who had been troubled by Voldemort - other continents were less enthusiastic by comparison, especially Asia, which Voldemort had never really set foot in.

They are also more concerned about the questions raised by people outside the venue.

Is what Dumbledore said true?

Amelia herself is well aware of this.

But she did not mention this incident in her speech, as if nothing had happened.

After her brief speech, she left the podium and walked towards an old man sitting in the front of the Asian wizards.

He was an old man wearing a purple suit with a dragon pattern. His face was full of wrinkles and his long-white hair was combed meticulously.

The young people present may not be familiar with him, but among the older wizards, his name is very famous.

One of the few wizarding leaders who stood up to Grindelwald during his heyday, before Dumbledore took action himself, and the only one still alive.

Seeing Amelia coming alone, he first showed an imperceptible surprise, and then gave a polite smile.

But soon, that smile turned into a frown and a serious look.

Then they were the first to leave during the speech given by the representative of the International Confederation of Wizards and walked out of the hall together.

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At the same time, Mount Tsaratana in northern Madagascar.

The humid and hot weather is completely different from that in the UK, and the rugged and steep mountain roads make it even more annoying.

Furong, who came to such a distant country for the first time, felt very uncomfortable. She waved the sleeves of her robe to fan herself, but it only made her feel hot and bored.

Around her, several young people who volunteered to join the action were not much different. Except for Cedric who looked okay, everyone else looked in a mess.

But looking at Lynn and Euphemia, who were walking in the front with scrolls in their hands, and the other stargazers around them who were behaving calmly, they could only grit their teeth and remain silent.

After all, even the Muggle companions in the team didn't complain. After all, they had magic to rely on and they really couldn't open their mouths. The most they complained in their hearts was "Why is this divination so inaccurate? I still have to look for it when I get to the place."

Just when she was annoyed, a handkerchief emitting cool air appeared in front of her.

When I looked up, I saw Bill, who looked fine.

"Aren't you hot?" she asked suspiciously, but still took the handkerchief and wiped her sweaty cheeks and forehead.

The long-lost freshness made her feel a little more comfortable.

"How can it not be hot?" Bill's eyes seemed to reflect his own self two years ago, with a playful look, "But most of us used our achievements or contributions to exchange for magic robes from the runner-up."

"...?"

Miss Delacour, who lacked practical experience, showed an expression of doubt about life.

Looking at her handkerchief and the other people around her who seemed indifferent, there was more murderous intent in her eyes.

Just as she was about to attack this rare acquaintance, the vehicle in front of her suddenly stopped, causing her to stagger and nearly fall.

When I looked up again, I saw a cluster of green signal sparks rising into the air.