Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Wherever the cold light passes, death and destruction come without any particular order.

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"Cough...cough cough cough!"

Standing on the scorched earth with a strange heat wave blowing, Lynn coughed violently as he felt the touch of solid ground again.

The shadow of the purple robe wrapped outside the body was less than three meters high, and all the branches and leaves disappeared without a trace. Only the broken trunk and the roots that were deeply rooted in the ground were left, flickering.

Every breath felt like my lungs were burning, and my throat was also burning with a bloody smell.

He straightened up with all his strength, raised his wand in front of him, and chanted the spell hoarsely:

"Rags!"

The rune symbol lit up, and water poured down, landing on the scalding ground and stirring up thick fog.

At the same time, a black snake emerged from the ground, opened its bloody mouth, and pointed its sharp fangs at Lin En's throat.

"clang--"

The sound of metal and stone colliding was heard, and the poisonous snake shattered into messy black gas and disintegrated.

The shield bearing the Slytherin crest remained intact.

"Salazar Slytherin... damn it, he's been dead for so many years and still causes me trouble...!"

A resentful voice penetrated the fog.

Lin En spat out bloody saliva, waved his wand vigorously, and a strong wind blew up, dispersing all the mist.

Merlin's figure was clearly visible in the distance - he looked even more miserable than Lynn.

The purple-black nightmare dissipated and condensed at the same time, and at the cost of giving up nearly half of its magic power, it reassembled into a human form. However, the pair of purple eyes became turbid, and there was not a trace of the petals floating around it left.

Like a candle in the wind, swaying and barely alive.

But when he saw Lin En's appearance at this moment, he curled the corners of his mouth into a sarcastic smile.

"It's just a fight. You are just a flesh and blood body. What can you use to fight me? After I kill you, I will kill all those who know about this. After ten or a hundred years, I will still be myself, and no one will know what happened. Sooner or later, one day, I will have everything back, and there will be no trace of you left."

A look of satisfaction and cruelty flashed across his pale face. Merlin, who had paid a huge price, had long forgotten his original intention. He only wanted to completely turn this ungrateful wizard into ashes - using the black magic that he was best at.

However, Lynn's next move left him dumbfounded.

Chapter 614: The Power of Mortals (Part )

A beam of pure and flawless white light was reflected in those dim purple eyes.

It rises into the sky and then scatters into countless lines.

The vast majority of them point in the same direction.

He recognized the direction.

East.

It's Europe.

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Paris, headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards.

The monster, which was split in two from the top, fell into the ruins.

The flames are still burning, but it seems that they will never be extinguished.

It was dead, but not completely.

The sword of Gryffindor, having completed its mission, lay quietly on the ground. The ruby ​​on the hilt was dull and the name "Godric Gryffindor" engraved on the blade was covered by cracks.

Even though it was a masterpiece of the goblins, it still suffered damage that was extremely difficult to repair after bearing such a heavy burden. No one even dared to pick it up, for fear that it would be shattered to pieces with the slightest touch.

Only McGonagall was sitting on a still intact brick wall ruin, holding the dusty Sorting Hat, guarding the most important legacy left by the founder, looking tired and sad.

The phoenix also landed beside her, emitting warm magic all over its body, spreading vitality to the land beneath its feet.

The Order of the Phoenix were scattered around in groups of three or four, and not far away were wizards from all sides - as well as Muggle doctors - who had gathered together to rescue the wounded and collect the bodies.

Nearly a hundred wizards died on the spot, not to mention those who were buried in the rubble or whose injuries were too severe to be treated.

Most of the elite of the entire magical world gathered here, having suffered heavy damage that might take years to recover from.

The Muggle Prime Minister, who had never left the battlefield, walked through the ruins one step at a time. These doctors were specially brought from England by him, and they came at the right time.

This scene surprised Mag.

Wizards and Muggles, two parties that had not had much contact for hundreds of years, appeared on the battlefield at the same time, and...

This is collaboration.

Even though we knew that the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government were collaborating, it was still jaw-dropping to actually see such a scene.

But what shocked her even more was yet to come.

To be exact, it was a scene that shocked everyone.

Especially the Muggle Prime Minister.

After stumbling through the ruins, he finally reached Euphemia, who was resting with wounds all over her body. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a light suddenly falling from the sky.

Without any warning, it fell precisely on many people like countless fine threads.

Then, the lights of the World Tree lit up alternately.

"This is……?"

The Prime Minister, who thought that after going through so much, would never be surprised by magic again, stood there in a daze. Before he could react, he was knocked away by a smaller figure.

After stumbling and nearly falling, he finally managed to steady himself, and saw the culprit who had hit him so hard.

That's a... goblin, yes, a goblin.

I think his name is Yie.

After a lot of effort, he recognized the identity of the dwarf in front of him, and then heard the other party's mumbling.

"I knew it... I knew he wasn't dead!" A shrewd face was filled with fanatical joy, followed by a sharp cry, "Someone come here!"

Before he finished speaking, dark shadows descended on the surroundings, protecting every wizard with white light on their bodies, and also surrounding the Prime Minister.

"Listen carefully! If Madam Eric and her subordinates get hurt, I will punish you!"

Having finally found an opportunity to show his loyalty and make a contribution, Aie shouted at the top of his lungs, not caring what the matter was. His movements were even faster than Amelia and those stargazers who had remained awake because they had not learned the Purple Shirt Rune.

But it's not just him.

In just a few seconds, wizards from all directions gathered together, including those who seemed the most eccentric and out of tune with the people around them.

Even the people who collected the bodies were not left behind.

In the blink of an eye, the tense atmosphere spread.

No one knew what was going on, but everyone felt that something was unusual.

There is only one person who can perform such a miracle.

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"you--!"

Before he could utter a cry of shock or cast the magic that was ready to be cast, Merlin felt the magic power rising from Lynn.

The yew tree, which was on the verge of extinction, began to be reborn based on the remaining trunk and roots.

First there were the cracks in the trunk, then the long-destroyed branches, and finally the slender leaves.

In just a breath of time, the broken World Tree returned to its former appearance.

And this is not the end, because it is still growing.

Merlin recalled the strange scene in London that he spied that day, and his pale face revealed sadness and shock.

"This is impossible!"

He said this in a cold and decisive tone.

This was both a response to Lynn and a message to himself.

In an instant, magic that was as thick as mud and yet shone with a wet luster like tar poured out.

You can vaguely hear countless howls stacked up on top of each other.

Even Merlin's fingers turned black when he cast this magic, and wisps of black gas emerged from his fingertips, which seemed real and illusory, like a man-made nightmare.

His face also turned dark due to the disturbance of magic, like a pool of swirling water in the night.

"You will not succeed. You will die in a nightmare, leaving behind only eternal fear, wandering in confusion forever."

He spoke softly, his tone was full of contempt, but he seemed to be out of breath, as if his whole body - although he was not a real human being, at least not completely - was very tired.

In an instant, the pair of purple eyes seemed to regain some of their former brilliance, and a few petals floated in the air, but they could no longer form that hidden and powerful whirlwind.

He stared at Lin En, at the shadow of the ever-growing World Tree - he dared to guarantee that the plant he hated most in his life would be forever locked on the purple shirt from today on, but at least at this moment he didn't have time to think too much.

His whole body was tense as he watched his most powerful spell launch a sudden attack. The deep darkness made the day seem to turn into night for a short time.

The eternal nightmare that is associated with human negative emotions is like a door to hell, or like a sickle held in the hand of the god of death, sweeping through the darkness.

However, Lin En, who was standing not far away, responded to him with the same or even more contempt.

The slender hawthorn wand was held in his hand, and the silvery-white light was warm and clear, enveloping the surroundings and flickering as the wand was waved.

Just as Merlin's sure-win attack was approaching, Lynn simply smiled confidently, a faint light came on, and a cold ray of light penetrated the magic as deep as the night, leaving a silver-blue mark on Merlin's chest.

A mournful purple-red color gushed out, and Merlin's expression was still frozen in the mixture of astonishment and expectation. The surface of the hot scorched earth was suddenly covered with shiny blood beads, and then evaporated by the high temperature.

A strange fragrance immediately filled the air.

"I...you..."

Merlin put his hands on his chest in disbelief, but he didn't even look at the wounds on his body, just stared straight ahead.

The nightmare that he had high hopes for and that truly carried his path of magic failed to cause any harm to Lin En. It was as if it had met its natural nemesis and turned into nothing under the purification of the World Tree, without even a trace left.

"You are very powerful, Merlin." Lynn said. He pointed his wand at his chest. The sea-blue light penetrated into his body, and his pale face became a little rosy. "It's a pity that you met me, and I am not the only one. There will be countless ordinary people who defeat you. I am one of them, a wizard who is luckier than them."

Countless plump seeds appeared on the yew tree that had grown to its limit again. White lights with different scents but equally dazzling bloomed from these seeds. This time they did not just flash by.

"You look down on Muggles and ordinary wizards. You certainly don't take Rune's magic seriously, as it doesn't even touch the top level."

There was a hint of fatigue in Lin En's voice, and his steps forward seemed to be filled with lead, very heavy.

He seemed to be carrying the weight of the entire world on his back. Every step he took forward left a mark about an inch deep under his feet.

But at the same time, with every step he took forward, the silver-white light on his body became brighter, and the pressure he brought to Merlin also increased.

"This is...a rule?!"

For the first time, Merlin showed panic on his face.

He understood this complex yet condensed magic.

"This is impossible! How can you--!"

With a hoarse roar, he tore open the wound on his chest and desperately mobilized his magic power, launching a counterattack as if his life was burning.

Countless black snake-like magic chains shot out from his chest.

A huge nightmare shadow floated behind him.

It was a beautiful but terrifying dream.

Chapter 615: Killing Someone with a Heart

Even if he went astray, even if he spent almost endless life plundering and stealing other wizards' magic, even if he abandoned his own path for this, Merlin's skills were still unmatched by anyone in the world.

Even though he lost the tower in the dream world, and his body and soul were severely damaged by the Muggle nuclear bombing and Lynn's calculations, he did not care about his injuries and was still able to burst out with power far greater than Voldemort, Grindelwald, and even Slytherin and Dumbledore.

Looking back, Dumbledore and the other two were ultimately defeated by this spell that looked like a chain but was actually a fusion of many dark magics.