Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Chapter 609: Broken Sacred Artifact

"Okay...Okay, very good!"

Merlin laughed in anger and clapped his hands in front of his chest. The few remaining remnants of his robe disappeared without a trace, leaving only his naked body and the shining magic luster.

The terrifying aura burst out completely. It was not pure magic, nor was it the so-called black magic, but a strange spiritual power.

Lynn looked calm, just holding the Elder Wand at an angle, without exerting any force with his fingertips, but loosely grasping the end of the elderberry.

He had seen this scene before and knew the truth hidden beneath Merlin's body.

Merlin, who appears as the ancestor of wizards, is not a real human being.

At least not a fully human being, and it has been like this since the day of birth.

He is a taboo, or an existence between humans and the aggregate of negative spirits.

Only in this way can he achieve a certain level of immortality in this world where reality and illusion overlap.

Lynn saw all of this clearly through Grindelwald's eyes.

The crown was worn on her head, the locket hung on her chest, and the golden cup and the magic book floated behind her on the left and right.

The decisive battle is approaching, and he has already made all preparations.

include……

"boom--"

Just as the battle was about to break out, Lynn threw the slender elder wand at Merlin without mercy. Like an arrow shot from a bow, it hit this terrifying opponent who was becoming more and more crazy due to anger and disappointment.

It then exploded in front of him, spreading out thick black fog that enveloped him.

"How could you-! This is impossible!"

Almost at the same time, a shrill wail came through the mist.

Along with it came a dazzling golden light, filled with murderous intent.

But Lynn had already drawn his wand and pointed it forward briskly, and the magic barrier flashing with electric light neutralized the attack.

"Do you think I let you see it by accident? How stupid!"

He made no effort to conceal his contempt and slowly raised his left hand.

The Resurrection Stone and Harry's Invisibility Cloak then appeared and were burned to ashes by the Fiendfyre.

A black mist slightly thinner than the Elder Wand continued to emerge. It was an evil wave, symbolizing death and greedy desires.

"you--!"

The roar stopped abruptly, and Merlin's broken body temporarily deprived him of the ability to roar and question.

Soon he could no longer maintain his human form and turned into a dark purple mist.

That was the form in which he defeated Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were trapped in the superimposed reality and unable to hurt him. Perhaps it was also his true magical form - a nightmare carrying countless negative emotions.

But now it no longer changes actively, but is transformed back to its original form in the destruction of the Deathly Hallows.

With this advance and retreat, the situation is completely different.

Lin En used a few spells to test from a distance, but it seemed that he encountered an invisible barrier in front of the black fog, like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples.

"This is……"

To be on the safe side, Lin En did not act rashly. He withdrew and looked from afar at the tower that had lost most of its trunk.

As time passed and the black fog rose and rolled, it became more and more shaky, and several deep cracks appeared.

The pure magic power penetrated the darkness, rushed into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

It was a magic that was completely different from Merlin's, yet somehow strangely similar - as if it came from a different person.

There was also a familiar aura in it that made Lin En feel familiar.

And there are more than one or two.

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In this deformed world created by Merlin, time has no meaning and no one knows how it flows.

All that could be felt was the annihilation of the black fog and the pain that came from the depths of Merlin's soul and penetrated into his bones.

The withered flowers under my feet were completely destroyed in the surge of black fog, the sun in the sky began to flicker, and the whole world seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Lin En watched coldly from the side, occasionally casting a few spells to test the unfathomable defense, but all ended in failure.

Until the last wisp of black mist completely dissipated, Merlin's illusory body condensed again, and his purple eyes revealed obvious murderous intent. The magic that had been struggling for a long time was finally completely shattered, and a golden earring fell to the ground and broke into countless powdery crystals.

At the same time, the tower, which could no longer hold up, met the same end.

The crystals all over the sky are filled with overwhelming magic power. Perhaps they are the accumulation of Merlin over countless years, or they may be the traces left by countless wizards coming and going in the world. But no matter what they are, at this moment they all return to dust.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eye sockets, adding a touch of evil to his handsome face which was distorted by anger.

"I really underestimated you and misjudged you." He said hoarsely, "You are not a cautious person, you are a complete lunatic and gambler."

Lynn gripped his wand tightly, and a warm current flowed through the wand to every part of his body - along with it came the dissatisfaction of the phoenix feather core.

Although he knew it was an act, the proud guy still felt very unhappy.

Lynn smiled, feeling touched. "Thank you for the compliment, but I'm sorry I can't accept it, because it's not just my own achievement. I played a very small role in it. I will pass your compliments on to Albus and Gellert, as well as Rowena and Helga - after I've crushed you to ashes."

Merlin obviously didn't fully understand the true meaning of this smile. All he felt was shock and humiliation.

The humiliation came not only from Lynn on the opposite side, but also from Dumbledore and Grindelwald, whom he regarded as his defeated opponents.

Realizing that he had miscalculated, he clenched his fists, his long nails digging into the flesh, oozing purple-red blood.

"They are just a bunch of... incompetent people who think they are smart." He gritted his teeth, "And you, you obviously have the same potential as me, but you actually degenerate and collude with such a coward to plot against me, delaying my important plan -"

"Big deal? Ridiculous. Do you think you can do whatever you want with these conspiracies and tricks? Do you think you can make wizards kill each other and use the title of the so-called God of Death?" Lin En interrupted him with disdain. "Don't take yourself too seriously, old antique. You just lived a few more years than us and learned some tricks to be mysterious. Your so-called potential is worthless in our eyes!"

"A trick to mystify... Ha! Good, very good!" Wiping the blood and tears from his face, Merlin pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled ferociously. "Since you think so, then I will show you what is a trick to mystify, and see if these tricks can really kill you!"

"boom--"

Before he finished speaking, flames shot up into the sky and set the entire world on fire, using the few remaining flowers as fuel, turning the vast space into purgatory.

At the same time, countless dark purple light arrows penetrated the flames and attacked Lin En.

These were spells that had long been lost, and they were all undisputed seventh-level magic. They were extremely powerful, but they merely served as a sleight of hand and a test.

Even though he was badly injured, Merlin, who had never been defeated in his long career, was still as powerful as Lin En had ever seen in his life.

Even though he inherited the essence of the lifelong learning of four legendary wizards and studied hard in the gaps of time and space until he had mastered it, Lin En still felt a lot of pressure and could not gain any advantage.

But at least, the barrier that made Dumbledore and Grindelwald helpless even if they joined forces has been completely destroyed.

The collapsed tower, the disintegrating sea of ​​flowers, the disintegrating magic power, the destroyed Deathly Hallows and the golden earrings, under the interlocking blows, Merlin is now at the weakest bottom in countless years.

You can fight, and you can win.

Lin En thought about it, but his hands did not slow down at all.

"Protect them all!"

With a loud shout, a silver-blue glow gushed out from the tip of the hawthorn wood wand and enveloped the entire body.

It's like an eggshell that will break if touched lightly, yet it also seems like an indestructible wall of steel.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The sharp explosions continued.

The surging tide of magic power is stirring and strangling in the broken world.

This is a life-and-death battle that no one knows about and no one can participate in.

Chapter 610: Fakes and Authentic Products

Birmingham, Ed Bastone.

At Lynn's house, two witches wearing St. Mungo's healer robes were brewing potions in the basement, while Dumbledore and Grindelwald were lying unconscious in the guest room outside.

They stared at the cauldron without blinking, carefully observing the bubbles and the color of the potion, with complete concentration.

Suddenly, a scream came down the long and narrow stairs.

"Come up quickly! They are moving! Someone come quickly!"

Without caring about the half-finished potion, the two witches hurriedly ran out. In their panic, the one running in front almost fell down, and the badge on her chest rolled to the ground.

Under the dim light, the hexagram pattern is faintly visible.

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"boom--"

The deafening explosion left a charred crater on the bare ground, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

In the billowing smoke, Lin En's figure flashed by. His tall figure was completely unconstrained by magic and terrain. Bathed in the majesty of the World Tree, he could move forward and backward freely.

Merlin's attacks were getting stronger and stronger, with strange and tricky tactics emerging one after another, but he didn't care at all, dodging or blocking, and defending himself perfectly.

After dozens of rounds of attack and defense, as he countered each other's moves, enlightenment gradually emerged in his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.

He saw through Merlin's true nature.

"No wonder you treasure that abandoned tower so much. It turns out that your fake magic cannot do without it! With this little ability, do you dare to say that you are closest to the rules?"

Amid the laughter and sarcasm, Merlin's expression became even uglier, and his attacks became more brutal, but he had no way to refute.

He was hit hard in a sore spot.

Be it by cunning and robbery or by stealing knowledge in secret, those legendary wizards who had blazed a trail in their respective times have more or less left him with experiences worth learning from.

Some are powerful spells, some are in-depth reflections on the nature of magic, and some are experience and skills in combat.

The almost endless time gave him the opportunity to put into practice all the knowledge he thought was useful, and also allowed him to truly learn from the strengths of various schools of thought.

To go up against him is to go up against every legend who has ever reached the top of the wizarding world, and to play against an all-encompassing encyclopedia that is impeccable in every aspect.

From Herpo and the four giants of Hogwarts to Grindelwald and Dumbledore, even Lynn's own magic can be found in him.

This kind of profound foundation built by infinite accumulation cannot be replicated by anyone. No wonder he said that he has the ability to challenge magic and the rules.

But there was a fatal flaw in his confidence.

As Lin En said, he can learn it and learn it until he knows it by heart, but a fake is still a fake after all.

Even if a magic trick is imitated perfectly, it still lacks its unique charm.

Because he is not the creator of this magic, he cannot truly understand his thinking and development.

Of course, he found a way to deal with it.

The answer is the spire that once towered into the sky but now only has its last base and a few ruins left.

I don't know how he did it, but those legendary wizards who had been leading the way in the vast river of time had their magic powers snatched away.

Including Dumbledore and Grindelwald, as well as Voldemort who turned to ashes not long ago.

He never consumed the magic power, but used it as a template to add the finishing touch, truly depicting the heroic figures of these legendary wizards.

This is his path, and it is also the reason why he does not take anyone, including Lin En, seriously.

Even if he is not truly omniscient and omnipotent, he is almost omnipotent outside of the insurmountable rules.

However, in the face of the Muggles, whom he despised the most and who had no magical talent, and their ultimate weapon, his greatest reliance suffered a severe blow.

He managed to preserve a few things with great difficulty, but when the Deathly Hallows, which he had built with his own hands and contained his soul, were destroyed, the shaken foundation forced him to take a desperate measure, and the tower collapsed.

Countless years of accumulation were destroyed in an instant, and the towering building built on imitation and theft collapsed completely in the blink of an eye.

He could still cast powerful magic, and still make Lynn feel like he was facing a formidable enemy at all times, forcing him to use all his skills to deal with it, but things were different after all.

For the wizards and their magic at the top, the slightest difference can make a world of difference.

Without the finishing touch, no matter how powerful the magic is, it is just a fake with a beautiful appearance. It is strong, but it has many real flaws that are not easy to detect.

In the end, the only magic he could use to fight Lynn to the death was the one he had created or perfected.

Merlin knew this very well, but he had no choice and could not retreat.