Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Rowena took over the conversation, "If he was someone who could defeat the two of them together, he should have put it into practice a long time ago after the four of us died, instead of letting us defeat those monsters."

"But he didn't do it, which means he has other intentions." Lynn raised his wand, and magic power was lingering at the tip of the wand.

He recalled the petal that broke at the touch.

What could it be? This puzzled him, and the anger accumulated in his heart gradually subsided.

Helga and Rowena looked at each other and neither interrupted his thoughts. They just worked together to maintain the magic covering the office and the outside world, blocking out all prying eyes.

Only in Hogwarts, in the headmaster's office where the founder's power is the most powerful, is this magic impeccable.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Lin En, who was in deep thought, raised his head again and picked up the "parting gifts" given to him by Dumbledore and Grindelwald, one in each hand.

"I think I have guessed something." He said loudly, his eyes truly calm. "Please buy me some time. I need to borrow your knowledge and wisdom."

Helga smiled with relief, and the notebook engraved with the honey badger emblem flew out of the secret room and hovered in the air.

Next came the notes of the other three people, surrounding it like stars surrounding the moon.

The vortex of magic began to spin rapidly with Rowena's body as the center, as if rolling up the castle's thousands of years of profound accumulation and infinite heritage.

"Of course, you have plenty of time."

The two founders said in unison.

A faint white light shone from Lin En's hands, like a huge cocoon, wrapping him inside, and rising and falling rhythmically as if breathing.

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At the same time, an island in the central Pacific Ocean.

An ancient volcano that few people know about.

After sleeping for countless years, it let out a deafening roar, spewing countless magma and thick smoke into the sky, and swallowed up everything around it.

Even hundreds of kilometers away, you can feel the shaking of the earth and the roar of nature.

And on the hillside not far from the crater, among the running and fleeing wild animals, Euphemia calmly observed everything that was happening, holding the blood-red gem in her hand.

"It seems that two at a time is enough." She looked at the trump cards that she and Lin En had worked so hard to create, and murmured, "There are only four places left. The quantity is enough, but..."

At the last moment before destruction came, her figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, and the falling lava and volcanic ash covered and destroyed everything within sight.

Even the top of the mountain was cut off.

Chapter 600 The Key to Reality

Amelia Bones paced anxiously around the office, glancing at the clock on the wall every few seconds, like a spinning top.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Minister, Ms. Fox is here."

"Please come in quickly!"

The eagerness and anticipation in her voice were something Percy had never heard in all the time he had followed her.

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Euphemia's whole body exuded a strong smell of sulfur, and her long flowing hair was dry and curled in places.

For her, who attached great importance to her appearance and etiquette, such embarrassing and rude behavior was something she had not experienced in many years.

But Amelia obviously didn't care and hugged her tightly despite her tired face.

"Ahem... I'm a little out of breath." Euphemia said hoarsely, "Besides, if Lin En saw you, he might get jealous of you."

The serious teasing made the anxious Amelia laugh out loud. She quickly let go of her hand, helped Euphemia sit on the sofa, and poured a glass of wine.

"How was it? It must have been successful, right?"

"The last five nests were all blown up, leaving no one alive."

"I knew it!" Amelia's eyebrows were full of joy. "You really are the most reliable!"

"It's just luck." Euphemia drained the wine in the glass in one gulp, moistened her throat which was about to smoke, and explained, "We used the time when everyone was resting to find all the nests in the prophecy. We originally planned to clean them up in order, but we helped by accident - but we were almost there, and those monsters suddenly started digging out like crazy, which was really scary. There must be something fishy going on here."

Hearing this, the joy on Amelia's face faded away, and the cloud of worry rose again.

"Could it be that person's work?"

"I don't know either. Now I can only take it one step at a time." Euphemia sighed and raised her hand to tidy up her messy hair. "Take care of yourself. I'm going to Hogwarts first. He will definitely need my help."

"...Okay, you too."

After watching Euphemia walk away, Amelia, who was sitting alone behind her desk, was silent for a long time and finally let out a long sigh.

"Take care... Who can really take care of themselves when facing a guy like this?"

Under the dim light, the spacious office seemed like a dark cloud looming over a city, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was difficult to breathe.

No one can tell whether it is the brief calm before the storm or the deepest darkness before dawn.

"…Percy, come in, there's work to do."

After a long silence, a call broke the peace and tacit understanding inside and outside the room.

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When Euphemia arrived at Hogwarts, McGonagall was still writing at her desk in the reception room.

Although most of her body was buried in the piles of documents and books and could not be seen clearly, her haggardness was still clearly visible.

"Fawkes." She looked up at the sound of the fire, her eyes wandering, "You're here."

"I'm here, Professor McGonagall." Euphemia bowed and greeted, "Where's Lynn?"

"He's in Albus' office, but... someone told me to tell you not to go up yet." Mag thought again and again, and lowered her voice, "His students seem to have made some special gains. You can go find Fuli. I saw her in the office with some students, and Alastor."

"Doris? I see. See you later."

With a slight nod, the rune symbol flashed by, and the tall figure disappeared in the room.

It was curfew and the corridor was empty. She soon arrived at Doris's living room. When she opened the door, she saw Moody surrounded by people. Doris was holding a thick book with a livid face.

"Professor Fox!" Draco was the first to stand up and greeted timidly.

The others also turned their heads in response.

"I heard you had something to gain." Euphemia asked calmly, lowering her voice. "What is it?"

"We have indeed gained something, Fox." Moody's magic eyes turned slightly, and a smile appeared on his ferocious face. "These children have found a lot of strange and inconsistent records, some of which may be useful to us. Foley is looking at them now."

"Doris?"

"Ah... yes, I'm watching."

Doris, who was distracted, was a little slow and only raised her head when she heard Euphemia's question.

Cedric and Fleur were just as uneasy as she was - the sudden cancellation of tomorrow's operation and the stern orders made it clear that a storm was about to come. Even they could feel it clearly.

The panic hidden in her eyes made Euphemia feel a slight pain in her heart, but she couldn't say anything and just took the book from Doris.

The unsuspecting little wizards cast expectant glances at him, especially Hermione who had put in countless efforts for this.

Recently, she only sleeps three or four hours a day, and spends the rest of the time reading books, flipping through them and looking for possible abnormalities between the lines.

The "mountain of books" piled up in the corner of the room, some new and some old, is the result of her and her classmates' hard work.

"I won't read it, Hermione. You tell me what important discoveries there are. We need to hurry up a bit."

"Okay, Professor Fox." Hermione's eyes lit up when her name was called. "What we found is that in many very ancient magical historical records, there is a name with different names but similar meanings - they are closely related to those inexplicable disasters and myths."

"Go on, what do you think?" Euphemia asked with her pupils shrinking.

"Initially, we thought this might be a similar worship of natural phenomena by primitive people, but I asked Professor Binns when he was awake not long ago. Ancient wizards would not easily personify phenomena they did not understand. They would often choose to magicalize them."

Hermione's crisp voice sounded clear and loud in the quiet room. "So, according to our analysis, these different names may point to a group of people, or just a single person - perhaps an immortal person."

Euphemia's heart trembled.

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Taking off the thin sheet covering his right eye, Lynn's expression was full of complex and subtle meanings.

"...!"

Before he could say anything, a sharp pain like countless sharp needles stabbing into his brain surged over him, making him frown.

With a loud bang, the dull silver lion statue fell to the ground and shattered everywhere.

The last ray of silver light slowly dissipated into the air.

The price of multitasking converged at one point after a long period of suppression, bringing about earth-shattering pain.

Even a man as strong as Lin En could not bear it. His body swayed, then he knelt on one knee, and a suppressed groan escaped from between his tightly clenched lips and teeth.

Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks and fell onto the precious carpet, soaking it in a blink of an eye.

Rowena couldn't bear it and wanted to step forward to see if she could help, but was stopped by Helga's look.

"We can't help him. Is there anyone else who can do this?"

"That's for the four of us..."

"That's why I can't help him." Helga, who was the most gentle person in the records, seemed more resolute than Rowena, who was the most rational. "He is my heir."

"you--"

Rowena's beautiful and serious face was filled with indignation, her eyes were about to pop out, but she was speechless.

After a long moment, she snorted coldly, gritted her teeth, and concentrated on manipulating the increasingly large and bloated magic vortex, using the enormous amount of magic power accumulated over thousands of years to interfere with and block it.

The silver-white soul body is becoming thinner and thinner, like gradually dissipating mist.

At this moment, Lin En stood up shakily, sweating profusely. He was so weak that he seemed like he could be blown down by a gust of wind. However, no one dared to underestimate the brilliance and sharpness in his eyes.

"No wonder Gellert and Albus together were no match for him. No wonder there were no traces of him on the battlefield. Now I finally understand everything..."

The soft tone was the same as always, and the amber eyes looked directly at Helga.

"Thank you for your hard work, teacher."

Chapter 601 Gifts and Expectations

"Don't thank me, you deserve it. Throughout tens of thousands of years of wizard history, no one can do what you are doing."

The illusory Helga Hufflepuff floated in the air with a smile on her face, a smile that showed pride and trust, as well as a sadness that only a very few close friends could see.

It is slowly dissipating, leaving only the purest joy and pride - the joy and pride of being a teacher.

Even though she no longer had a physical body, she could still feel Lin's thriving magic and spirit.

The shattered statue contained nothing but the lifelong learning of four legendary wizards, including spells and thoughts on the nature of magic.

This is an extremely crazy adventure.

Countless spells, some profound, some simple, converged into an incalculable amount of information flow, which almost broke down the psychological defenses of Lin En, who was proud of his willpower.

But in the end it was still a little short.

Listening to Helga's praise, Lin En showed no joy or sadness, he just stared at her.

"I have to admit that the vision and wisdom of the older generation of wizards are admirable, whether it's you two, or Gellert and Albus, those two... hateful old men. Of course, it also includes Salazar, the guy who just walked away."

"I'm sure they'll be happy to hear that." Helga said with a smile, "Now it's your time. I think Rowena and I can hold on for a while. If you want to know anything else, just ask now - you'll have to rely on yourself from now on."

"There is indeed a problem." Lynn said seriously, "How did you find out?"

"Well..." Helga smiled mischievously and turned her gaze to Rowena who was silent out of anger. "Perhaps you should let the wise Ms. Ravenclaw tell you. This is her expertise."

"whispering sound……"

Rowena snorted in disdain.

She still felt extremely dissatisfied and jealous towards her old friend who seemed kind and amiable.

But she still kept the secret, and after giving Helga a glare, she said in a cold voice: "Wizards can master a lot of magic, but only a few can really touch the top. This is an iron rule that I am no exception to, and your existence completely breaks it."

"At first we thought you were gifted, until we saw you refine one magic after another to perfection, and gain unimaginable power from these magics that you wouldn't even use on a normal day, we were sure of it."