Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lynn just shook his head and sighed.

"This sentence comes from the Muggles you claim to protect but actually despise the most - it is easy for a human to turn into a beast, all he needs to do is indulge himself. But it is very difficult and necessary to behave like a human in the face of the temptation of a beast."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Why, do you need me to repeat it again?"

The tit-for-tat relationship was like a thorn in the thorn, and the surging magic power once again gathered in the small and broken tea pavilion.

There was no more restraint or unnecessary temptation. The two people, who gave their all, destroyed everything in the silent fight in just a moment.

Bricks, tiles, flowers, stone pillars... were reduced to ashes.

Only the green under Lynn's feet remained, and the picture remained tenaciously maintained amid repeated agitation.

The battle in the picture is at its climax. The rampant monsters are at the end of their strength and are heading towards their inevitable end step by step under the overwhelming magic bombardment.

Lynn and Merlin both saw this scene, and their reactions were completely different.

Merlin still looked down on the "mortals" in his eyes, and was only angry and humiliated.

Lin En's expression was solemn, with compassion and a gradually rising murderous intent in his eyes.

"Merlin, no matter what you like to call yourself, I will call you by this name." He took a deep breath and held Dumbledore's old wand in his hand. "I am not a genius or a strong man like you, so I dare not talk about victory even if I work hard. I just hope that fewer people will die because of my plan and willfulness. So, you will definitely die here today."

"You can try and see if your magic can surpass mine, surpass every outstanding path from ancient times to the present, and surpass... a true God."

The robe fluttered in the wind, and the outstretched fingers were like well-made wands, emitting magical light.

"boom--"

The air surged, spreading endlessly into the distance with the ground beneath the two people's feet as the center, revealing the reality hidden under the sea of ​​flowers.

That is an ancient glacier, isolated from human civilization and all life, a true polar region.

Merlin raised his head slightly and saw the clear sky.

An inexplicable fear enveloped my heart.

Being cautious, he immediately wanted to withdraw.

However, just as he was about to leave and was planning to say something harsh, something strange happened.

Pillars of light shot up from the four directions of east, south, west, and north at the same time. A familiar magical power immediately permeated the surroundings, and the space seemed to be completely frozen at this moment.

Illusion, reality, nothing needs to be discussed.

"I told you that you are going to die here, Merlin."

Lynn's bland voice was like a death knell, ringing and echoing in Merlin's ears.

The rapidly rising sense of crisis made his brain work at an extreme efficiency never achieved in his life.

"No wonder you told me so much, you were just stalling for time! Damn it, don't even think about it--!"

He figured everything out almost instantly, and the magic that had long been integrated into his instinct suddenly erupted. The sea of ​​flowers disappeared and reappeared, as well as the slender, straight tower.

But it was still half a step slow.

Only half a step.

The spreading sea of ​​flowers only managed to cover a space of about ten meters around the two people, and the illusory tower had not yet taken shape.

Just before the world hidden between reality and illusion swallowed up the two again, just as the nameless ancient magic was fighting against the cage made of magic stone, countless black shadows swooped down from the clear sky.

They carry with them the breath of destruction.

Flame, heat, or something else.

Merlin only had time to concentrate all his magical power on the magic he trusted most, and struggled desperately with the World Tree that was constantly restraining Lin En, and then he lost all his senses including hearing and vision.

Faintly, a faint voice sounded in my heart.

"This is a gift from the little people. Are you satisfied, the only great man who has ever lived?"

The next moment, the broken world engulfed him.

On this continent closest to the North Pole, countless mushroom clouds played music from mortals.

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At the same time, in central America, at an underground military base.

Inside the command post filled with a modern sense of technology, everyone's face was filled with stern expressions.

Only countless snowflakes remained on the big screen.

The radiation, enough to turn tens of thousands of square kilometers into a wasteland, has rendered all equipment inoperable, and all they can see is the flames that rise at the last moment.

Everyone was silent, whether it was the horrified wizards or the solemn Muggles in military uniforms.

And in the crowd, there was an incongruous figure.

Only a very few people knew him.

Mundungus Fletcher.

Chapter 608: Starting from the Same Starting Line

"Mr. Powell, my mission is complete. If there is nothing else, I should leave. There is more than one important thing waiting for me to do now."

In the silent room, Mundungus's droopy voice was particularly clear and piercing, bringing everyone who was immersed in shock back to reality.

This is also normal.

Such a dense bombing is unprecedented in human history. Not to mention practice, even the number of experiments is clearly zero.

The instigator of all this is the "messenger" in front of us who is ugly and reeks of alcohol.

The news he brought left neither the Magical Congress nor the No-Maj government with any room for rejection or hesitation.

Powell calmed down and looked with difficulty at the No-Maj soldiers in the room who had resumed their work, and the president who was watching nervously among them.

"Mr. Fletch, maybe we can go to the Magical Congress to discuss it in detail." He pointed calmly at the people in action, with full vigilance, "Regarding Dumbledore and Mr. Eric..."

This was an obvious hint, but Mundungus, who always kowtowed to bigwigs, did not cooperate. Instead, he said calmly, "We can just talk about it here. I also have something to say to the President - what Eric asked me to say."

"...!"

Powell's heart trembled, and the officers who were gathered around the president and whispering about something were also stunned. The command post, which had finally regained some sound, fell silent again.

After a long time, the president came over with a smile.

"Does Mr. Eric have anything to say to us? I will respect his wishes before he died."

"Before he died? That may not be the case." Mundungus's face showed no joy at the success of the plan. "What he said was that if you and your staff are still thinking about that unrealistic plan, he suggests that you give it up because it will only bring destruction to you."

"count--!"

The smile on the president's face disappeared instantly.

He looked behind him with a cold expression. All the officers involved in the matter looked innocent and shocked.

Powell's face also looked grim, and he asked in a cold tone: "Mr. President, what other plans do you have?"

"I don't understand what you mean," the president said slowly.

The smell of gunpowder gradually filled the air.

Everyone was extremely nervous, including Mundungus, who was always timid.

But thinking of Dumbledore's kindness to him and the many instructions he gave him when he was discharged from the hospital after recovering from his injuries, he still stood up straight and shouldered the responsibility that Lin En had entrusted to him.

"You will understand." His hands trembled as he fumbled in his arms, pulled out a metal plate and threw it into the air. "Don't forget who we are."

The thin metal stretched and enlarged in the air, entering everyone's sight.

The scene in the distance went from blurry to clear.

A strange figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Hello, I'm Barty Crouch. It's our first meeting. Thank you for your guidance."

Batti, dressed in black, appeared polite and even bowed slightly to show respect after greeting.

But considering the two rows of Muggle soldiers in Russian uniforms behind him, this politeness was chilling.

At least the President was frightened enough that his face turned blue and black in shock and anger.

"……what you up to?"

He asked in a deep voice after holding it in for a long time.

"Nothing, I just think you and those traitorous wizards should give us an explanation - tell us that there is still a war going on in the front, and you cowards are already planning how to capture everyone and eat them all."

Barty's smile was modest and warm, but the smile was far from his eyes. "These Muggle devices are indeed good. At least I can't understand them with my ink in my stomach. But do you think that wizards really need to understand everything to use them? Not to mention that I have some lovely helpers."

"you--!"

The president's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip out of tension and fear.

A wizard in his forties walked quickly away from Powell, stood beside the president without hesitation and whispered in his ear - he was a member of the Magic Congress, but he no longer hid his identity.

Powell was furious, but he forced himself to control himself.

He also couldn't see how the situation would develop.

Muggles, wizards, monsters, the most hidden mastermind, and... those wizards who stand on the side of Muggles like they did thousands of years ago. All of this makes the scene more and more chaotic.

On the other hand, as the person who planned everything, the president's already dark face began to turn darker, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He suddenly realized that he had been seen through.

This plan, which was supposed to achieve multiple goals at once, does not seem to be going so smoothly and is getting out of control.

The cost of losing control was something he could not afford, not only the anger of the wizards, but also the Muggle governments that had not consulted him.

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Canada, Arctic Archipelago.

Glaciers broke and rocks collapsed.

After the largest nuclear attack in human history, there is no sign of life here.

Even hundreds of kilometers away at sea, one can still see the wreckage of the crashed strategic bomber, densely scattered on the water like stars in the night sky.

Baffin Island, located at the center of the explosion, was like hell on earth. The entire island seemed to have been wiped out, leaving only countless huge black pits.

But even in such a desperate situation, a sea of ​​flowers suddenly reappeared, like a bridge spanning the real and the unreal.

Merlin and Lynn appeared at the same time, but their situations were in stark contrast.

Protected by the purple shirt and hiding under the protection of the flower sea world that Merlin had to maintain, Lin En was almost unharmed, even the robe made by Euphemia herself was safe and sound.

On the other hand, Merlin's already tattered robe had already been reduced to ashes in the explosion. He looked like he had been in a frying pan. His whole body was strangely red, and even his hair was burnt black.

But that wasn't what really annoyed him.

Right under his feet, the sea of ​​flowers that should have been full of vitality became lifeless, and the colorful flowers had all withered.

Further away, the spire that had originally towered into the sky was broken in half, leaving only three or four stories high. The world became fragile and empty, and was about to be completely shattered.

"What a calculated plan... Did you include your own life in this?" Merlin said through gritted teeth, hatred in his eyes almost overflowing.

"I never thought that Muggle weapons could really kill you, so it's not like you calculated your own fate." Lynn smiled and said, "It's just that I'm sure you don't really understand these people. Just like Dumbledore, you look down on them from the bottom of your heart, on these little people."

These words were so heartbreaking that Merlin's blood boiled and he almost choked on his breath.

"You think... you can defeat me with such tricks? Those lowly Muggles are not easy to deal with."

His face was gray with a hint of red, and he was obviously extremely furious. There was blood in the saliva that flew out when he spoke.

"Of course I know this, and I don't think I can beat you like this, but..." Lynn deliberately prolonged his tone and shook the Elder Wand, "It's just a small gift for you, and it puts us back on the same starting line. As for what those Muggles will do, of course I have already made arrangements. When you are clueless, I will use those 'mortals' that you don't even care about."

Compared to Merlin, who had never been so embarrassed before, he was in the best condition both physically and mentally at this moment.

Next comes the final battle that determines fate.

As he said, both sides are now back to the same starting line.