Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lin En couldn't help but worry about his disciples' future.

"Fei, do you think Andrew will be led astray by Brian, the reckless man? Otherwise... I'll let Frank and Alice take care of him more?"

He turned around for the first time and looked at Euphemia, who had descended like a Valkyrie and captured all five monsters.

But all he was greeted with was a look of disdain.

"If you're not afraid that Brian will fight you to death, you can try. I will support you in my heart."

“…That’s just what I said.” Lynn turned back awkwardly. He knew how much Brian valued this student who was increasingly showing his talents.

That is the gift of prophecy after all.

Even the vaguest prophetic ability is enough to become the life-saving trump card of an entire Auror team.

"But then again, Brian's style isn't bad. At least it can boost morale."

"No matter what you say, you are always right." Euphemia rolled her eyes and walked towards the still squirming monster. "Why don't you come and help?"

"coming!"

After taking a last reluctant look at the battlefield, Lin En ran back to his girlfriend without stopping. Seeing that she tried her best but still couldn't make the monster into the right size, he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, you still want to laugh at my joke, right?"

The threatening look in his eyes said it all.

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Hogwarts, History of Magic classroom.

Draco, who had just stayed up all night looking for information, was already sleepy. Listening to Professor Binns's chanting voice, his eyelids were drooping, and the hand that was supporting his chin kept shaking from time to time. He was about to fall asleep.

But he didn't sleep.

The reason is actually not complicated.

Porter, who was sitting diagonally opposite, was not sleepy either.

He was working for the professor to find information, and he didn't want to lose over such a small matter.

With this in mind, he fought against his sleepiness and the chanting of the ghost professor on the stage.

Chapter 595 Like a dream

Lynn and the Stargazer were making great progress, but Dumbledore and Grindelwald on the other side of the earth were having a little more trouble.

Although there was support from the Longbottoms and Inès, the Order of the Phoenix and the Witch Party had sent out their best troops, and there were also elite Aurors from Britain, the United States and Russia joining in, the situation on the battlefield still seemed tense.

It’s not that the opponents here are stronger. In fact, fully grown monsters like Oserbaiya are the exception.

Here, several monsters of equal strength but somewhat lacking in ability have reached a certain balance and tacit understanding, and the strongest among them is by no means a match for Grindelwald.

Under the double blow of fierce fire and time magic, these monsters that had not yet had time to fully grow were doomed to be defeated.

In such a background, Dumbledore, who had his hands free, stood at the front of the team like a stabilizing force. Wherever the spell passed, the monsters were turned into charcoal and powder.

In terms of killing efficiency alone, the combined killing efficiency of Brian and his four companions is less than one-third of his, and the deterrent power is far less.

But this is not enough, or even far from enough.

On the other hand, the reason for this situation is not a lack of combat power.

Every wizard who can come here is carefully selected, and any one of them is considered famous. There are also top fighters like Moody, Kingsley and Rosier. Looking at the history of magic, it is difficult to find a more luxurious lineup.

In addition, there were a large number of alchemical puppets mobilized by the Stargazers. These people were tall and strong. Although their magical abilities were weakened, their bodies were still extremely tough war machines. They perfectly made up for the biggest shortcoming of the wizards' fragile bodies and pushed their paper strength to the extreme.

According to Dumbledore and Grindelwald's prior estimates, being invincible might not be easy, but winning steadily should be more than enough.

But the reality was different from what they had imagined, and they were dragged into a war of attrition.

As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while bystanders can see things more clearly. The real reason is not that complicated, but rather very simple.

The complex personnel composition makes these powerful wizards look like a pile of loose sand instead of a whole.

Even if there are a number of strong men active on the front lines, even if Inès' curse turns the entire battlefield into a Jedi, even if the Longbottoms join forces, their powerful magic of breaking and rebuilding is no weaker than that of Euphemia before she took the last step, this weakness still exists.

This cannot be blamed on Dumbledore and Grindelwald, because throughout the long history of wizards, fighting alone is the norm.

Whether it is the Order of the Phoenix or the Wizarding Party, even though they are all first-class wizards with rich experience and experience, it is very rare for them to cooperate.

It's okay to simply form a formation and cover each other, but it's almost impossible to truly form a combined force.

Even a veteran like Moody is only good at small-scale skirmishes involving a dozen people at most. He would be stretched to the limit when faced with such a tidal attack.

Fortunately, there are alchemy puppets who can hold the line without any command and stand in the front, using their metal bodies to block the endless monsters.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was not as confident as Lin En. He did not dare to charge into this unknown battlefield with only dozens of people. Instead, he left reinforcements on the periphery on standby at any time, which stabilized the situation.

Otherwise, just in this first battle where everyone is determined to win, there will probably be a lot of casualties.

But despite this, by the time Grindelwald, who had slain all the powerful enemies, returned to provide support, there were already dozens of puppets that were damaged beyond repair - this was already one-tenth of the total number.

"I originally thought he was being too cautious, worried that someone hiding behind him might take the opportunity to attack him, but I didn't expect these things to be so difficult to deal with."

Standing next to Dumbledore, Grindelwald wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with lingering fear.

As he spoke, his blue and white fire dragon charged into the enemy camp, adding fuel to the battle and freeing at least twenty to thirty people.

But he didn't feel relieved.

Just by looking at the reactions of Rozier and others, he could be sure that it would be almost impossible for the Witch Party to take over this nest alone, even if they brought the losers with them.

Dumbledore was also a little surprised. His eyes turned hazily in the darkness and he sighed.

Wizards are not good at fighting in groups. This is a problem that cannot be solved in the short term. Even powerful people like him and Grindelwald cannot handle everything.

"Don't think too much, just finish it as soon as possible. Some people are almost unable to hold on, and the protective equipment can't withstand the consumption." He said in a deep voice, "Cooperate with me again as you said, and I will cooperate with you!"

"Of course I know."

Grindelwald raised his wand, and the dragon grew even bigger, leaving only scorched earth wherever it passed.

He shouted loudly: "Those who can't hold on should retreat, go to the outer perimeter to guard, and take out those who are injured and unable to move!"

As soon as the words fell, several people hurriedly withdrew, dragging the people who were protected at the rear away, and the tight line also exposed several gaps.

The monsters acting on instinct would certainly not miss such a God-given opportunity and immediately swarmed over, but before they could get close they were burned to ashes by the lava fire that rose out of nowhere.

In the firelight, Dumbledore's tall and thin figure looked like a god.

Not only that, after burning the monsters, the blazing flames did not dissipate, but condensed into another fire dragon, which did not attack, but rushed straight towards the fierce fire that was killing everyone.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the two fire dragons merged into one without any obstruction, and the flames turned into a deep black and red, as if they had a life of their own.

The extremely high temperature melted the rock layers and completely melted the bodies and souls of the remaining monsters.

With such a temperature, not only monsters but even wizards with magic protection would not dare to get close or cross the limit.

The mine billions of years ago, the former nest, has now become a tomb that buries everything.

At the same time, beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of Dumbledore and Grindelwald - such an extreme combination of magic could not be easily performed even with the best cooperation.

This is the real trump card.

But at least... the result was not bad.

As Grindelwald was thinking this, he turned his head and saw Dumbledore's blue eyes, in which his own shadow and gaze were reflected, hiding the same eagerness as his own.

This was exactly the alliance he had envisioned more than half a century ago, but it came much later than he expected, and things and people have changed.

But at least the result is good.

His gaze suddenly became sharp.

"Follow me and crush them!"

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The battle in the distance was still going on. Lynn had already cleaned up the battlefield and collected a huge amount of samples for Exum and his team who had been waiting for a long time, which would make all researchers jealous.

They were resting in the woods, and except for a few alchemical dolls that were contaminated and damaged by the dying monsters, the rest of the place was almost unscathed.

Considering that Lynn had barely put in any effort throughout, the next battle was brought into the discussion - which was pretty much what Lynn had expected.

Having used these three days to scout several prophecy sites in advance and personally destroyed two of them, he already had an estimate of the progress of his own side and Dumbledore's side.

If you want to maximize efficiency, it is difficult to rely on hastily integrated teams. If you really want to take action, the main force is still here.

It was at this time that the results of Amelia's secret conversation with Liu Tao were sent over.

The messenger was none other than the dusty Percy.

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At the same time, deep in the endless snow-capped mountains, there is a meadow full of flowers.

A mysterious man with a tall figure, covered in a tattered black robe, sat on the ground, holding a fruit of unknown variety in his hand. He took a bite and the juice spurted out.

There was nothing around except the blooming flowers.

"He's such a cautious guy... I don't know why such a personality can support him to reach this height. Strange."

The lazy tone of voice and the sound of chewing appeared and disappeared, and through the dark shadow under the hood, a faint deep purple light could be seen in the blur - it seemed to be the eyes of this mysterious man.

And right in front of him, a tiny bubble expanded rapidly, and a distant picture was reflected on its surface that seemed likely to break at any time.

"Well...it doesn't matter. As long as it's there, it's enough."

The eaten fruit core was thrown on the ground and disappeared like foam.

Also disappearing are the figures of people who came and went without a trace.

The prosperous and blooming top of the snow-capped mountain seemed like a dream, and in the blink of an eye it returned to its original state of wind and snow.

Only a lost and found fruit core was buried in the snow.

Chapter 596 Beautiful Killing

From the snowy peaks of the Himalayas to the ice fields of Siberia.

From the deep trenches of the Pacific to the ruins of ancient Babylon.

As the days go by, countless ancient species become footnotes of death and stepping stones for human progress.

A steady stream of good news is coming from all over the world.

The joy of victory enveloped almost everyone's heart.

This is biological instinct.

Only a very small number of people are exceptions, not because of rationality, but because they know that there are still strange existences that have not yet appeared.

It's like a long game, and no one knows the final victory conditions because even the opponent hasn't really shown up yet.

But the game must go on, the game goes on.

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Half a month seemed to have passed in a flash.

Needless to say, Lin En's progress has been great, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald have also made progress.

Although it came at a very painful economic price, and many brave and powerful wizards shed their blood deep underground where no one cared, at least among the corpses of countless monsters, the several forces that were originally separated from each other finally had some comradeship.

With such a bond and the experience of actual combat, a basic understanding and sense of mutual assistance have been formed.

Based on this, the loss of puppets, which would make even Lin En, who didn't care about the accounts, feel painful, was effectively controlled, and the speed and safety of clearing monster nests were also improved.

At the same time, the special medicine that was urgently put into production was finally tested in actual combat not long ago, and the effect was good.

The potion named "Slug" with a symbolic meaning did indeed turn the monster into a slug-like creature.

This is good news for every wizard who has been involved and knows how to spend the past half month.

Including Dumbledore and Grindelwald - in fact, this high-intensity continuous combat has made them a little tired. After all, time is unforgiving, especially for wizards like them.

After a battle on a deserted island in the Caribbean, they all thought it was time to take a break.

The messy battlefield had been engulfed by magma, including the corpses of monsters and the broken dolls left there.