Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This was the seventh monster nest they had destroyed. The monsters inside were slowly getting stronger, but none of them were beyond their expectations.

As Lynn said, timing is of the essence.

There are tens of thousands of monsters with strong vitality. Once they get out of control, it will be a disaster for all living things.

But there are no ifs in the world, they don't have this opportunity.

The surrounding wizards dispersed and left. The long period of mental stress made them eager to go home and rest.

After everyone left, Dumbledore picked up the map, most of which was crossed out with red crosses, and said to Grindelwald beside him:

"If we rest for two days, with Lin En's progress, we probably only need to clean up one or two more nests. It's a pity that there has been no breakthrough in the research on meteorite samples - the magic on it is indeed puzzling."

"Fighting can cut through the Gordian knot, but research, especially research involving the properties of matter, cannot be done quickly." Grindelwald looked relaxed, but his hand was still holding the wand. "We should go back and have a good rest. At this age, we can't stand the same hard work as young people."

"I agree." Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

The old hand was hidden in the sleeve of his robe and quietly grasped the wand.

While chatting and laughing, the two old men, in tacit understanding, pointed at the empty bushes at the same time.

There was no sound, no unnecessary steps, the dazzling red light shot out without any order.

“Swoosh—pop”

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and it was as if the spell was shot into a pool of clear water, stirring up tiny bubbles.

A faint fragrance filled the air, and countless flowers quietly blossomed at their feet. At the same time, a tall figure appeared before their eyes. His tattered robe had two more holes and emitted a burnt smell.

"You have an impatient temper, and your magic is very powerful. As expected of a wizard who has walked his own path, you not only found me, but you almost hurt me. This is really remarkable."

The lazy and peaceful tone was as if he was commenting on a younger generation, with praise and regret intertwined in one sentence.

"Lin En is right. As long as we get rid of the monsters, you will show up sooner or later."

The raid failed, but Dumbledore was not surprised. He looked thoughtfully at the uninvited guest who was only twenty or thirty meters away from him.

He could feel that the other person seemed to be right in front of him, but there seemed to be nothing in front of him.

Was it a trick? Or some special covert method? He didn't know, but what was certain was that it was a bit dangerous.

As if he sensed Dumbledore's attention, the mysterious man didn't care about anything. He bent down to pick a flower, blew lightly, and the petals floated away with the air flow.

"You're wrong. I'm not here for those consumables." He said slowly, "Without them, there are other things. As long as I want, tools will never be scarce."

"Then what are you doing here?" Grindelwald sneered, "What a pretentious fellow you are. You are just trying to be mysterious."

"Of course you can see it that way. After all, no one believes that there is someone who can defeat you two at once, except for that cautious little guy."

The mysterious man said slowly and calmly, "You can assume that he will be here soon - although the reality will disappoint you, such as the badge on the sleeve. Sometimes caution is not enough to change the situation."

Grindelwald's expression changed slightly.

Only then did he feel the special magic that was floating with the petals - they were like a membrane that could be broken with the snap of a finger, or like a distorted space that could not block information but made it slow and sluggish.

"You seem to think you have a clear shot," said Dumbledore calmly. "How about telling me your name? I don't think a confident person would hide himself."

"Names are just symbols. I have too many and I don't know which one to tell you. I'll just not tell you any." The mysterious man said with a smile, "As for hiding it, I've never thought of that. It's just a memory left by an old friend."

He took off his hood, revealing a handsome face with features that looked too young, but his eyes showed infinite vicissitudes.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly, and Dumbledore's expression became more solemn - although they didn't know who it was, they were sure that this was a wizard who had lived longer, or even much longer, than Nicolas Flamel.

The weight of time blends with a faint smell of staleness, which cannot be concealed by even the youngest appearance.

"I think I have satisfied your curiosity." He said softly, "In that case, it's time to take action. Although your level is not to be feared, it will be more or less unnecessary trouble if you get involved when I meet that little guy. So stay here with peace of mind, in the name of magic."

Without a magic wand and unable to feel the flow of magic power, the sea of ​​flowers under my feet suddenly came alive.

The rain of flowers flying all over the sky was beautiful and dangerous. In just a moment, the Purple Rune Coin hidden in the robes of the two people was activated.

A holy light shot up into the sky, and the battle-hardened Dumbledore and Grindelwald simultaneously picked up their wands and revealed their cards without hiding anything.

Two legendary wizards teamed up to create the ultimate fire dragon.

However, the mysterious man on the opposite side seemed to have no scruples at all.

He still stood there, with his hands spread out, palms facing up, eyes slightly closed, and muttering something silently.

The next moment, a round metal ball floated in front of him, white light lit up, and mixed with pure magic power flew in all directions.

The dancing petals fell on the fire dragon, beautiful yet murderous.

Chapter 597 He tried his best

"Ta...ta...ta..."

The rain washed away the forest, leaving puddles of water all over the ground.

The boots stepped into the mud, splashing it everywhere.

The sound of heavy and powerful footsteps came from afar and stopped at an open space that had been washed clean and seemed as if no fight had ever broken out there.

"We... are late?" Euphemia's tone was filled with hesitation and unconcealable horror.

She saw Dumbledore lying in the mud, and Grindelwald leaning against a tree just a few steps away from him.

They all had their eyes closed and did not move, but there was no sign of fighting or injury on their bodies.

But a coin that has rolled to the ground and is already broken into pieces cannot be faked.

Lin En walked forward and sniffed the breath of the two people first, then picked up the coin on the ground, twisted it gently, and saw gold powder falling to the ground.

"At least three hours ago, I don't know what method delayed the warning. Not only Gellert's message, but also the coins on their bodies failed to convey the message... This is really strange."

His voice was calm, his breathing even, but Euphemia could hear the rage hidden beneath the surface.

"Could it be that the two of them...?" she asked tremblingly.

"Not dead, but they are almost dead now. Something is wrong with their souls, and I can't find them."

Lynn raised his head and looked around, and finally found something unusual on a particularly lush tree.

It was a light pink petal, which was protected from wind and rain by the lushness of the tree and still remained translucent and crystal.

As if sensing Lin En's gaze, a breeze blew, and the petals floated slowly and fell right into his hands.

The moment they touched, a glimmer of light lit up.

Then, it dissipated like bubbles.

A faint purple shrouded Lin En, and finally gathered and disappeared in his eyes.

Euphemia was facing a formidable enemy, but Lynn slowly raised his hand to stop her from casting a spell.

The sky was clear after the rain. Lin En raised his head, his eyes swept across the white clouds and finally returned to the ground.

"Don't be so nervous, this is just... a greeting at most."

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A full half hour later, in the office of the Ministry of Magic, Amelia Bones was the first to learn about this.

As calm as she was, her reaction to the sudden bad news was not much better than Euphemia's.

"how come--!"

The minister was in a panic and walked back and forth in the room almost unconsciously, not knowing where to put her hands.

After a long while, she came back to her senses, looked at Lin En for help, and asked with great effort, "What should I do?"

"Block the news. Go and invite Rozier and Mag to come here now." Lynn said calmly, "Fei, call Amanda over and ask her to pick a few capable people to take them to a safe place for treatment. I'll think about the rest."

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Euphemia, who had calmed down earlier, stood up and left in a hurry after hearing the voice.

Amelia was a little slow, but she also walked out of the office quickly and headed straight for the Floo network used exclusively by the minister.

The pillars of today's wizarding world are like those wizards who have been hit by the Dementors' Kiss, and their life and death are unknown.

This matter is of great importance, and she would feel at ease only if she notified them in person - not to mention that the people she would be contacting are these two closest subordinates or partners.

After the two left, Lynn leaned heavily on the sofa, covering her face with her hands, and her breathing became heavy and rapid.

Through the gaps between fingers, amber eyes are vaguely visible.

It was filled with an unprecedented depth.

Only when he was alone could he take off his disguise of confidence and reveal his doubts and confusion.

What happened today was really strange, and he needed time to accept, digest and find a solution.

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To be fair, even if the situation is not a complete mess, it is enough to make people confused.

Lynn closed his eyes tightly, his mind quickly going through every event and detail that had happened in the past day.

The simplest common sense is that even if he now possesses the grimoire and the philosopher's stone, and his rune magic has successfully reached the top, it will not be easy for him to win if he wants to deal with two legendary wizards, Grindelwald and Dumbledore, at the same time. Even if he can be invincible, it will not be easy for him to win.

It is even more ridiculous to think that they can be knocked down or even killed without anyone noticing.

But this elusive mastermind did just that, and it looked so effortless, as if it was something he did casually during an outing.

But Lynn knew it wasn't that simple.

The reason is obvious - if this mysterious man is really at such a level, there would be no need for such complicated means to stop him.

On the other hand, although there were no signs of fighting on the battlefield, he checked the wands left behind by the two men. The magic they had kept in their closets had been used dozens of times, and the number of ordinary spells was even more difficult to count.

It was clear that they had fought before they were defeated, and it was a long and fierce battle.

That can only explain one problem.

"Where will the battlefield be? And what will be the means?"

He opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

He could confirm that the place where the two men fell was where the battle began, and the source of the two messages was there.

This is even more worthy of speculation and analysis.

The fragmented information was pieced together in his mind, pointing to a possibility that he was also familiar with.

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Lynn didn't have much time to think and judge. In less than half an hour, the dusty Rosier and the nervous Mag arrived one after another, even faster than Amanda.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw the duo lying on the makeshift beds, and their hearts were struck by lightning.

Except for the slightly rising and falling chests, the silence of their consciousness and soul had almost declared their death.

This is absolutely unacceptable to their right-hand men.

Lynn could see that Rosier's lips were trembling slightly, and Mag's face was pale, even more panicked than when Amelia first learned about this.

But he did not comfort anyone. He just looked at Amelia and said in a deep voice, "It has already happened. I asked you two to come here first because I have something important to discuss."

"I want to find out what happened first." Mag wiped his eyes vigorously and fell weakly on the sofa. "Lynn, you must know what happened, right? He will be fine."

Her eyes were full of pain and confusion, she was trembling slightly in a heart-wrenching way, and her voice was full of pleading.

"I'm sorry, Minerva." Lynn lowered her head. "Our opponent used a very strange magic to block my magic coin and brought the two of them into a special battlefield. We can only get a glimpse of it through the flashback spell."

Mag pulled out a plaid handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, which were filled with tears.

Rozier is the exact opposite.

The second-in-command of the Witch Party, who had separated from Grindelwald not long ago, gently stroked the old man's cheek.

After a while, she raised her head and said in a voice without any emotion: "Eric, there is something I must tell you. This is also the most important task that Gellert has given me."

As she spoke, a booklet appeared in her hand like magic. It was tattered and looked very familiar to Lynn.

A long time ago, he saw Grindelwald's memory, or consciousness, in such a book.

"More than half a month ago, he gave this to me and told me to pass it on to you if anything happened to him. Maybe you can find the answer here. Although it is likely just the tip of the iceberg, he did his best."

Chapter 598 Grindelwald's Message

After handing over the things left by Grindelwald to Lynn, Rosier left without any delay.