Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lin En was not as frivolous as his words suggested. Facing the fierce attack, he raised his wand calmly.

The air currents swirled, and the towering yew trees dropped their branches, just as the myth said, penetrating the distant world, turning the majestic magic power into a silent stream that moistened everything and entangled itself around the chains.

After a brief silent struggle, the chains broke, turned into scattered points of light, and dissipated.

After doing all this, Lin En did not stop for a moment, and the dancing air currents turned into invisible shackles, surrounding Merlin tightly.

The seemingly endless momentum that kept rising made Merlin feel the most terrified and desperate he had ever felt in his life.

He felt that he had been troubled for countless years, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not overcome it, and he could not even shake the rules in the slightest.

But what broke his heart was that this rule did not seem to have any resistance or restriction on Lin En who was right in front of him. Instead, it merged with him and his illusory world tree.

This made him depressed, but also aroused his bloodiness.

"It's just some illusory trick! Show me your true form!"

Magic spells flew out from his fingertips in a disorderly manner. They were not based on the castles in the air learned from others. Every move was the magic that he had cultivated over the long years.

But in front of Lin En, they were all like flashy flower stands. He didn't use any magic, but just waved his wand gently a few times. The powerful magic power merged with the World Tree and guarded the few meters in front of him like an iron plate.

But that's about it.

As if he was cooperating with Merlin in a play, or as if he was waiting for the right opportunity, Lin En did not use a single offensive magic, not even his most proud Ice Rune.

He just maintained a slightly sarcastic and sympathetic smile, walked forward step by step, defending but not attacking.

"You should respect yourself, and even more so, you should respect this last chance to go all out, Mr. Merlin."

His tone was gentle, but it struck Merlin like lightning.

"You--!" Merlin was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The purple-red blood in the body was almost drained out in the reckless attack, and the body became extremely dry, but there was nothing he could do.

He saw Lynn's intention.

"Are you seeking revenge against me and humiliating me? Or do you have to adapt to these powers that do not belong to you but can help you transcend the rules and truly reach the pinnacle of magic?"

He murmured, then gave a desperate smile.

“You only judge others by your own insidiousness. I don’t know whether this is innate or acquired, and I am not interested in finding out.” Lin En had a blank expression on his face and gently cast away a dark green spell.

A pungent stench lingered, and the ground in the distance seemed to be sunken and corroded beyond recognition.

Even the shaft of the hawthorn wand was left with a black mark, which took a long time to disappear even after Lynn's personal efforts.

"What kind of magic is this?"

He was a little surprised, but he didn't intend to keep the question to himself.

"No comment." Merlin gritted his teeth, his ten withered fingers almost breaking at the roots. "If you want to know, just do your own research. Isn't this what you like the most?"

"I'll do that." Lynn pointed his wand at Merlin with a look of neither joy nor sorrow. "In that case, we should find a way to send you off, Issa!"

"Shh-"

Countless pieces of ice emerged from the scorching earth, and white mist filled the air in an instant. Looking around, the lost ice and snow reappeared in this lifeless wasteland as if time had gone back.

In just a moment, Merlin's body was pierced by the ice, leaving holes all over it. The little blood that gushed out was frozen into ice beads before it hit the ground, and turned into purple ice crystals when it fell to the ground.

Merlin didn't react at all, looking desperate and numb, as if he wasn't the one injured at all.

He stared at Lin En as he approached, and regarded him and the phantom of the yew tree behind him with a look that was a mixture of greed, unwillingness, and a hint of regret - he was staring at neither a person nor magic.

But it was the rules, the rules that he had always dreamed of.

"Why? Why can you do it?" Two overlapping voices came from his abdomen.

One is the tone of a human being, the other is the trembling sound of a nightmare. The two are both one and the same, yet different.

Lynn was about to say something, but stopped.

Merlin was asking and answering his own questions.

Before the previous sentence had even faded, he gave an answer full of resentment and regret.

"I misjudged you. Everyone misjudged you. You are the most sinister and vicious person - you are using the power of these insignificant mortals to push yourself to the highest place! You! You are much more vicious than me..."

This statement made Lynn burst into the first hearty and unbridled laughter of the day.

He laughed so hard that he could hardly stand up straight, and it almost drove Merlin crazy.

“What? Wasn’t what I said wrong?!” Merlin’s wide-open eyes exuded a cannibalistic ferocity and viciousness. If looks could kill, Lin En would have become as scarred as him.

Too bad looks can't kill.

Lynn just calmly dropped his wand to his side, looked at Merlin who should have died long ago but showed no signs of death, and said softly:

"It's more than wrong. It's simply nonsense, just like the path you chose. It seems to make sense, but when you think about it carefully, it makes no sense and cannot stand up to any scrutiny."

"I'm going to kill you!" Merlin yelled furiously, his voice sometimes hoarse and sometimes sharp, "You despicable villain! You deceived everyone! You are the scum who deceived the world and stole the reputation!"

"I cannot bear this name in front of you. When it comes to meanness and viciousness, no creature in the past and present can compare to you. Even a scum like Voldemort would appear pure and flawless compared to you."

Lin En said gently, "I told you not to use your insidiousness to judge me. You are a coward who has lost confidence in yourself and your magic, but I am not. You want to take shortcuts and use other people's power to achieve yourself, but I don't want to."

"Then why? What gives you the right?!"

Merlin shook his head, a perverted and fanatical look appearing on his pale face.

"Tell me, why did the rule choose you? Why did it recognize you?!"

Chapter 616 The Gate of Rules

The two were within reach, and Lynn could even feel Merlin's breath, a mixture of intoxicating floral scent and disgusting quagmire.

No one knows which side is true and which side is false.

It's like that foggy nightmare and Merlin sitting in the sea of ​​flowers drinking tea and taking a nap, who is the real person and who is the clone.

Or maybe both are true.

However, this is no longer important.

Lynn just shook his head: "I can't give you an answer, Merlin. Because you don't deserve to know anything from me, even if it's just a guess of mine."

"you--!"

Merlin's face turned blue from choking, and the little bit of blood left in his face all swelled up, and he wished he could spray it on Lin En.

But he quickly - within a few seconds at most - calmed down as if under a spell. The remaining bloodshot in his eyes still showed a ferocious look, but his twitching facial muscles had returned to normal.

He asked in an icy tone, "Do you really think you can defeat me like this, Eric? Do you think you can just kill me, so you want to demonstrate to me, to let me feel the despair of that Slytherin before I die?"

"What else?" Lynn asked as a matter of course.

He pointed to the clear sky above his head. The mushroom cloud had completely dissipated, and the dazzling sunlight fell on the ground unobstructed.

"Do you think I won't seek justice for Salazar and the people who died because of you? I am a very hard-nosed person."

"Hehe...hahahaha! I knew...I knew you would think so." Even though his body was firmly bound by ice, even though he couldn't move even a finger, Merlin still laughed wildly, as if he was afraid that Lin En would not be angry.

Lynn knew this very well, so she kept a straight face and said nothing. She waited until he had laughed enough before she raised her wand and swung it vigorously.

"Swish"

A silver light flashed, and the slender arm broke with the sound of wind. Before it hit the ground, it turned into thick purple-black mist and was purified and annihilated by Lin En's overwhelming magic power.

“Not only do I think and do this, I also have the ability to turn my ideas and goals into reality.”

"……are you sure?"

Merlin, who lost an arm, was in great pain. His face was as pale as a freshly painted wall.

But there was no emotion in his eyes, just as the pain of the body had nothing to do with the immortal soul.

He even had time to utter the most sarcastic rhetorical question in the weakest tone.

"Is not it?"

Lin En was unmoved, and with a wave of his hand another arm appeared.

"If you think it is, then it is." Merlin seemed to have adapted to the heart-wrenching pain and laughed sarcastically, "But why don't you do it? What are you worried about? Are you worried that I, a nightmare that shares life and death with all living things in the world, will be resurrected? If that's the case, you guessed right - I won't die."

"The last monster who said he would never die, now there is nothing left. Even if you can come back to life in the distant future, will you still be you? I suggest you think it through first."

Lynn expressionlessly placed his wand against Merlin's broken chest, embedding it into that body of flesh and blood as well as magic. His voice was as cold as the wind in December.

"Think it through first... Haha, no matter how clearly I think about it, I can't leave your weird magic today. It has nothing to do with me whether it's me who will be resurrected in a hundred, a thousand or ten thousand years?"

Merlin seemed to have just woken up from a dream. The turbidity in his eyes dissipated, and the clarity that had not been seen in thousands or tens of thousands of years returned, and there was also a trace of pride that belonged to a winner - even though he did not win.

He said slowly, "Eric, I admit that you are better than me, even if your magic is not as good as mine, but you won. Any means are victory, no matter how ugly the victory is, it is still a victory. I agree with what you said."

Lin En didn't respond, and he didn't pause either. He just took a breath and looked down at the wand on his chest.

"Unfortunately, your victory is only temporary. The Philosopher's Stone cannot prevent the decay of your soul. You will die sooner or later, and I will return again at some point in the future. By then... will there be another you to stop me? Will there be another freak to reject my path?"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his delicate facial features outlined a provocative arc.

"I am immortal and indestructible. You can destroy this incarnation of mine, or make me disappear for a long period of history, but I will come back sooner or later. I want to say one last thing to you. Are you willing to listen?"

"Go ahead," Lynn said calmly.

"If you are lucky enough to live for a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand years, and have seen ten, a hundred, or a thousand of your so-called legends turn to dust, you will understand what I mean."

Merlin acted like a dying man who spoke kindly, and spoke from the heart, but the coldness in his eyes could not be shaken off.

The invisible petals rose quietly and silently enveloped Lynn, releasing a weak but strange magic power.

"I don't blame you." He whispered in a soft and seductive tone, "Even if you kill me today and destroy all my accumulation and planning over the years. Because you are too short-lived."

"Yeah, I'm too short-lived..."

Lin En had already noticed his last magic, but he also showed a distracted look, and his amber eyes became empty.

Merlin seemed to see hope and his eyes lit up.

"Your short life is not your fault, child. Remove your magic and put aside your hostility. We can move forward hand in hand and seek the truth together in eternity."

He whispered, the magic rising.

He didn't want to die, that was beyond doubt.

The dancing petals rushed towards the slightly dim shadow of the World Tree, trying to disturb Lin En's mind.

However, just when his hope was briefly ignited, Lynn gave him a gentle and cruel smile.

"That's a very tempting offer, Mr. Merlin, but I'm more concerned about whether I can act like one."

Before he finished speaking, the flower magic that burned out the last bit of Merlin's magic power disappeared like a candle in the wind.

Merlin was startled at first, then he lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I should have thought of it earlier. You always like to use this method to tease your opponents - but seeing is believing, and experiencing it in person is the truth. I am no exception."

"A good idea does not depend on whether it is new or old. You just gave me a speech, and I have something to say to you too. Do you want to hear it?" Lin En asked.

Merlin raised his head dejectedly: "What do you want to say? Can I not listen?"

"Please believe me, this must be of interest to you." Lynn said meaningfully.

Merlin remained silent.

Lin En said in a brisk tone: "The so-called rules are what you dream of. Everyone has the opportunity to touch them, but it is extremely difficult for you, an immortal. You can even say that you only have a vague chance."

"...Saying things like that doesn't make you look great, nor does it affect my pursuit of magic." Merlin couldn't help but retort.

"I never speak nonsense, even to my enemies." Lin En said frankly, "Although it's just a vague understanding, as you said, I have come into contact with some rules, and therefore I vaguely understand something."

"Shut up!"

Merlin was furious.

He struggled hard, but to no avail. He could only stare at Lin En with the ferocious eyes of a trapped beast.

There is nothing crueler than an insult than the truth.

It was because he knew that Lynn would never lie about this that he felt extremely angry - to cover up the fear in his heart.

But Lin En, who wanted to kill people and destroy their hearts, would certainly not stop.

On the contrary, he spoke with increasing interest.