Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

In just a few words, shining vertical pupils were imprinted on Merlin's twisting illusory figure, followed by a strong light, as hot as a flame, and with a strong light of holy magic.

The invisible shadow of the nightmare gave rise to wisps of black mist, which was the source of magic and life that Merlin was constantly consuming.

This was only the second time in tens of thousands of years that he truly experienced the urgency and pain of having his life hanging by a thread.

But the physical pain is nothing compared to the pain in the heart.

The mental torture stimulated his potential.

A sharp scream, accompanied by a tide of magic, spread in all directions. The magic receded, and Lynn's mind was in turmoil.

This is his real secret, and also one of the magics that is said to belong to the Lady of the Lake.

At the first sight, even Lin En, who was caught off guard, was shocked for a moment. The continuous offensive that had been brewing for a long time revealed a flaw, and failed after the storm.

But to his surprise, Merlin, who had escaped from the killing spree, did not take advantage of the situation to counterattack. Instead, he retreated frantically and widened the distance again.

After taking a closer look, Lynn noticed his change.

The purple nightmare body was constantly rolling, and the handsome face that had long disappeared appeared and disappeared on the surface of the body, and the huge body was swinging repeatedly between the form of a human and a nightmare.

Sometimes it is a cold nightmare.

Sometimes it's the furious Merlin.

Whether he is a human or a nightmare is unclear and even more difficult to understand. Perhaps even he himself is not sure.

What is certain is that he was angry.

Because the intermittent roars were coming closer and closer.

"If you hadn't taken advantage of... taken advantage of an outside trick, you would have been... buried by that idiot... by me a long time ago. How could you have the chance to... speak so arrogantly here?!"

"Is it cheap to use an unconventional move?" Lin En was amused. He waved his wand and launched a strong attack with Rune Fire, while saying with disdain and amusement, "It seems that you are not convinced. You are right. Not only did I use an unconventional move, but I also planned it in advance."

"You-you're not a real wizard!"

"I'm just not as reckless as you. You can do whatever you want with your talent, but I can only use every bit of my energy to the extreme. Only then can I come to this day, carry their expectations, and come here to take your life."

Lin En was full of murderous intent. He didn't care about the gentlemanly manners of a duel. Every move he made was aimed directly at the vital points, full of ruthlessness and viciousness of taking advantage of the opponent's weakness to kill him.

The imminent threat of death forced Merlin, who was almost schizophrenic, to seek a compromise between instinct and wisdom, reason and emotion in order to stabilize the precarious situation.

But that's about it.

His world was still collapsing, the few remaining towers were still breaking and falling apart, and the mana and magic that he once thought was endless were also being worn away and drying up.

For the first time, he, who had always been tireless, felt the emptiness, sourness and bitterness all over his body.

Even the tombstone, a deliberate bait, was a stopgap measure for him to temporarily catch his breath.

But Lin En was not fooled at all. Even though he had already seen the tombstone next to the tower and even the name on it, he still turned a blind eye and kept pursuing.

"You have the capital to be willful, but I never have."

"That's why we have the situation today."

"I like tricks because any ugly victory is better than any defeat."

"This is what I taught my students, and now I'm giving it to you too."

"As for tuition...just pay it with your life."

Behind every sentence is one or more powerful spells that show no mercy.

Golden cups, crowns, lockets, and the most glittering magic book, all means were pushed to the limit.

Regardless of the cost and expenditure, Lin En concentrated all his knowledge and strength into this, and this was the most shining moment in his life.

After all, he is just an ordinary person.

Time passed minute by minute, and the tide of magic flooded the entire world and also overwhelmed Merlin's resistance.

He once fought against two people alone and was full of sarcasm and teasing towards Dumbledore and Grindelwald, but now he tasted the bitter fruit of his own actions.

Perhaps, he is also an ordinary person, but he is covered with a magical and extraordinary coat.

And this coat has been worn for so long that it has replaced and rewritten the living person underneath the coat.

As the price of immortality and power.

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"Solid as a rock! Seal off the evil and protect!"

The ancient magic created a barrier, but it was like a fragile dam before a flood, collapsing again and again, leaving glaring scars on Merlin's body.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Merlin felt genuine regret for the umpteenth time today.

He never thought that everything he owned and pursued so passionately would one day be treated like dirt.

He never thought that this person was the potential stock that he had placed high hopes on and hoped would help him reach the pinnacle of magic.

In order to go further, he secretly manipulated the wizarding society by means almost like raising a Gu, and finally raised an alien.

A monster that can backfire on itself.

In other words, a group of ants that can really kill an elephant.

He had been successful all his life, but for the first time he really fell, it was a fatal fall.

The tower was shattered, and the pinnacle of magic that he had dreamed of for countless years had become out of reach.

As magic approaches, even escaping unscathed seems to be impossible.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, it seems like there is no way out.

But at this moment, madness, anger, jealousy, hatred and all emotions disappeared from his face.

Looking at Lin En who was pressing forward step by step, Merlin smiled.

Chapter 613: The Power of Mortals (Part )

Merlin's smile seemed normal, but a little creepy.

He seemed to have figured something out, and also seemed to be hiding his deeper madness under his gentle appearance.

Those bright purple eyes looked down at Lynn.

"Since you want to destroy me and the only path to the pinnacle of magic, then..."

He slowly raised his right hand, and without regard for the loss of magic power, he rolled up a huge wave to block Lin En in front of him, blocking him out.

It was only a brief moment, but it was more than enough time for a wizard like Merlin, whose attainments were unparalleled throughout history.

He took a last look at the dilapidated tower base, his eyes filled with nostalgia and reluctance, which eventually turned into relief or acceptance.

"Okay, I accept it." He said in a low and solemn tone, and then raised his voice again, "If you want to block my way, I will fight you to death! I want to see if a kid like you who hasn't even grown all his hair can defeat me and my magic--!"

Maybe the words had just been spoken, or maybe they hadn’t been spoken yet, Lynn had no way of knowing which it was.

Because at the same time when Merlin burst into a fierce roar, this small world independent of the objective material world and located in the cracks of time and space was destroyed.

To be precise, it and its remaining energy brought about a massive explosion that could be described as a world-destroying natural disaster.

No matter how small the world is, it is still a world after all. Although a sparrow is small, it has all the organs.

Before the tower, which served as the core and anchor of the world, was destroyed, Merlin took the initiative to detonate it, and at the same time detonated his own theft, plunder and fraud against every wizard for countless years.

It was not a fire, but a wave of energy.

The runaway magic swept everything, and the towering World Tree was like a lone boat in the raging sea.

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"Kingsley! Get down!"

A loud shout echoed in the battlefield where not a single tile remained.

Seeing the situation coming from afar, Kingsley had no choice but to do as he was told reflexively.

Just as he bent down, a strong wind blew and knocked him to the ground, followed by a sharp explosion.

When he looked up again with his face covered in dust and gravel, countless pieces of rubble were scattered a few meters in front of him.

The lines and patterns of the lion are faintly visible.

"What are you waiting for? Get up!"

The stern tone made him feel as if he was back in his school days. Mag strode past it with a nimble figure, and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen huge lion puppets appeared and attacked the monster, which was already at the end of its strength.

"…Minerva, has anyone ever told you that you become more and more like Albus when you're angry?"

Kingsley brushed off the dirt and stone residue on his body, wiped his bruised face casually, and stood up. He said something that was not sure whether it should be considered a joke or a sigh, and then rushed forward closely behind Mag.

"Then follow me and kill these damn monsters, for Albus and for everyone's tomorrow."

In a trance, Fawkes the Phoenix, who was supposed to be staying at Hogwarts, appeared above the battlefield, singing a long elegy.

A tattered pointed wizard's hat fell from the sky.

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Amid the wreckage of bricks and tiles, Wenda Rozier, who had almost turned into a bloody man, cut off his long hair. Behind him were the Witch Party, which had suffered heavy losses but was still in high spirits.

In the previous battles, they were fearless and had always rushed to the front, and suffered the most tragic casualties. Several of Grindelwald's earliest followers alone were buried in the ruins in the distance, and even their bodies were difficult to find.

There was no mobilization and no need for any appeal. Looking at the monster struggling with flames burning like a torch, they stepped forward without hesitation and poured out the long-accumulated anger on the dangerous accomplice of the mastermind behind the scenes.

It is also the hatred that has been accumulated for a long time in the entire Wu Cui Party.

Even Dmitri, who was famous for his bravery, and the Eastern European wizards he led were a bit slower than them, and Iai and his mercenaries were left far behind.

The only ones who could barely keep up with them were Nasir and his battle-hardened tribal wizards.

They swept in with the strong winds from the Hindu Kush.

But even they are just a foil on this battlefield.

Compared to the vast ocean-like silver in the distance, even the most powerful wizard appears small and fragile.

Those were the Stargazers who had regrouped to launch a final attack.

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"Regulus, left wing; Sonya, right wing, lead the others to use Transfiguration to stabilize the position."

"Brian goes from the front, fire runes volley, cover Inès, and replace Mr. Flamel!"

"There are still people alive in the ruins 150 meters southwest. Amanda, go rescue them."

"..."

When the last tentacle that came from nowhere was burned to ashes, the Stargazers formed a new formation and moved forward steadily.

Victor stood in the center and issued one command after another, and the huge army of puppets rushed forward like a tidal wave.

Above his head, there was only the color of flames, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The dark curse cut through the turbid and hot air and fell on the dying monster, causing it to freeze.

Although it was only a brief moment, it came at the right time, leaving it no way to dodge, and the counterattack was suddenly interrupted, giving Euphemia the opportunity to retreat calmly.

But she did not take the opportunity to evacuate. Instead, she strode forward and almost rushed under the monster's huge body that was burning with fire.

In an instant, the dilapidated phantom of the World Tree shattered, and was reborn in the destruction. It penetrated the monster's body from bottom to top with lightning speed, as if a new and thriving yew tree had grown out of its body.

At the same time, McGonagall pulled out the sword of Gryffindor, understood what she meant, and threw it into the air with all her strength.

Wizards from all directions raised their wands at the same time, pouring their skilled or unfamiliar magic onto the sword that had killed countless evil and weird things thousands of years ago.

The magic weapon that embodies the wisdom and skills of the fairies rapidly extended in the air. The incomparably dark magic power gathered on the sword, and the cold murderous intent gathered at one point and spread out like a storm.

Feeling the threat of death, the monster wanted to struggle and wanted to use its thick tentacles to kill these ant-sized resistance fighters, but it could do nothing.

Under the curse, its magic power and the physical strength bestowed by its huge body were all obscured by the light of the World Tree, and for a moment it was unable to move at all.

It could only watch as the sword, which was only the size of a toothpick in its eyes, enlarged to a terrifying size, and then gathered the magic of death into one body and slashed down with the force of a mountain.

"Shh-"