Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Chapter 617 Cruelty and Fairness

"I'm curious about how an individual who has devoted his entire life to the pursuit of a higher level and sees himself as a god would feel when he knows that he is the only poor person who is blocked from the highest peak. Can you tell me?"

"Shut up!"

"Since you have studied alchemy with Nico, you should know one of its iron laws - equal exchange."

"Shut up!"

"Do you really think that eternal life and indestructibility are blessings that can be given without any cost and are completely granted by God? I don't think you are so naive with your wisdom, right?"

"I told you to shut up—!"

"To be able to learn so much magic so smoothly, and to reach the limit of the rules at such a young age without any reference, what an enviable talent this is."

"You damned beast! You're going to hell!"

"I hope you can answer me. Before you built that tower to store magic, have you ever thought about where your talent came from and where it will go?"

"When I am resurrected, I will grind you to dust!"

"Of course you can, as long as you can still be found and the wizards at that time cannot deal with you. But I think this is unlikely, because I will create a brand new era, an era where all the 'mediocrities' you look down upon will also have opportunities."

"No, you can't! You...you can't!"

"You will see it - if you are still yourself then. But before that, you deserve to know the truth. After all, I am a very kind person and will not let you be a fool."

"you--!"

"You are indeed a higher being than those black monsters, and I cannot completely eliminate your traces. After all, your existence is evidence of the existence of humans, or intelligent life. This gives you many insurmountable qualities - they are also the rules' preference for you, or compensation."

"I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you!"

"This kind of compensation is the embodiment of the rules. Everything you gain must have a price, and everything you give must be rewarded. You are part of everything in nature, and also part of the rules. As a part, how can you transcend the whole?"

"...I beg you, stop talking!"

"Why are you trapped under the rules? I can only tell you my guess. Your black magic is very powerful, so powerful that even my rune magic and I have to concentrate all our attention to resist it, so powerful that no one except me can resist it. However, your path is actually blocked - what is blocking you is not a wall, but a broken bridge made of your own life."

"Do not--!"

Compared to Lynn's calmness, Merlin was almost in a mad state. His messy hair was stained with purple-red blood, and his hideous face and scattered blood beads were unbearable to look at.

He tried to cover his ears, but his arms were gone.

He tried to stop Lynn from talking, but the voice reached his ears clearly and slowly.

It was like tiny needles, pricking his brain which was about to explode, neither too hard nor too soft, causing him extreme pain.

He screamed, cursed, and begged miserably, but to no avail. He could only listen to Lin En speaking the cruelest truth in the calmest tone.

This is unfair, yet it is the fairest thing to do.

Merlin suddenly understood the true source of Lynn's pitying look—not just pity for himself for giving up on the path, but also pity for the tragedy of fate that would have no other outcome no matter how hard he struggled.

He suddenly thought of the hymn of ancient human civilization that flashed by in his long life.

That was the Muggle's loud singing, just like the Muggle weapons that destroyed this place. He didn't take it seriously and regarded it as a toy.

But placed here, they are so ironic.

Two lines of purple-black tears of blood flowed from Merlin's eyes. Even with the suppression and purification of the World Tree, the human body still began to disintegrate, and the nightmare's body condensed in the destruction.

"It's not true...what you said is not true..."

He was distraught and muttered to himself.

As he was speaking, he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and shouted at the top of his lungs, "You are lying to me! You are saying this because you are worried that I will be resurrected again and want to make me despair!"

"Of course you can think so, Mr. Merlin." Lin En said gently, "This is your freedom. I can only tell you what I know and analyze. It's up to you what you think. Even if you are about to die, this is your sacred right."

Two gazes, one gentle and one crazy, met in this wasteland that may be uninhabitable for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

"...Kill me, I won't listen to a word you say again, nor do I want to say a word to you again. You can't imprison me, nothing can imprison me, you have no choice."

Merlin spoke word by word, his face tense but unable to stop the collapse, with the last bit of stubbornness written on it.

Lin En's calmness and composure made him unable to look directly at her. He could only close his eyes and let the two lines of blood and tears freeze into ice crystals.

He was welcoming his own death, but it was not coming.

Because Lynn didn't want him to die yet.

The sublime magic that frightened Merlin slowly dissipated, along with most of Purple Shirt Rune's shadow and the countless threads of magic that stretched into the distance and through space.

Without them, Lin En was like an exhausted spider that had left its web. He was clearly very weak, and even revealed a few flaws, which made Merlin even more frightened.

"Finally, let's make a deal."

The slightly hoarse whisper carried an irresistible temptation.

Merlin's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, like a tangled mess of wool that could not be untangled no matter how hard he tried.

Finally, he broke his previous vow.

"If you can give me a quick death."

Lynn showed a satisfied expression.

"Of course, I never break my promise."

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Paris, amidst the ruins of a battlefield.

The sky was clear and the beams of light in the sky disappeared, followed by dense purple-robed shadows.

"Well……"

With a light snort, Euphemia, who was already exhausted both physically and mentally from the battle and had used up all of her remaining magic power, had just opened her eyes when her legs went weak and she fell into the rubble.

The crowd who were protecting her and the stargazers immediately surrounded her, trembling with fear and as if they were facing a great enemy. After a round of inquiries about her well-being, they asked questions that everyone was concerned about.

"Was that Lin En's magic just now?"

The one who asked the question on behalf of everyone was Inès. She still hadn't truly mastered the Purple Shirt Rune, so she was one of the few stargazers who remained awake the whole time, and was also the most anxious person.

Euphemia nodded, took the cup of water handed to her by the attentive Iaie, and moistened her throat a little.

Without waiting for her to speak, Mag pressed on, "What's going on over there? Do you know?"

"...I don't know, but I don't feel any danger." Euphemia answered truthfully, then stood up with difficulty and walked to her companions, "I can only be sure of one thing."

"What's going on?" Rosier asked.

"He took the initiative to cut off contact with us, but I can basically determine the location. Now... I should go over there."

Shaking her dizzy head, she pulled out her wand, her eyes firm, "I leave this to you all. Take everyone back and clean up the mess. Don't follow me. The battle over there is not for you to participate in. Only I can."

Before she finished her words, her figure disappeared from the spot, and the cup fell to the ground, spilling a lot of water.

Everyone looked at each other in silence.

After a long silence, Dmitri, who was frank and straightforward by nature, took the lead in breaking the deadlock: "She is right. Let's do what we can. Someone has to be responsible for cleaning up the mess here - Muggles and wizards are all problems."

A breeze blew across the Seine, bringing with it the smoke and blood of the battlefield, as well as a hint of coolness.

The battle with the monster is over, but the remaining trouble is probably no less than the battle itself.

At the outermost edge of the ruins, a group of wizards in black robes were still clearing the wreckage of the building. A white-haired old man stood in the middle, with a bloodstain on his forehead and beads of sweat all around him.

Having experienced war firsthand, he moves faster than anyone else.

Chapter 618 Life and Death

Lynn Family Home, Edgbaston, Birmingham.

In the ward converted from a guest room, Dumbledore, who had been lying quietly for many days, flexed his fingers, his brows moved slightly, and his eyelids slowly lifted.

What came into view was a familiar figure, young and thin, wearing a casual suit that was obviously two sizes larger than his physique.

"...Harry?" he asked vaguely.

The voice was hazy and the words were not clear, as if the person was still in a dream and had not yet woken up, or as if there was a thin layer of mist between the soul and the body.

"It's me, Professor Dumbledore." Harry rushed over and grabbed the raised right hand. "You have to lie still. The healer said you can't move."

"I'm fine... I just had a long sleep." Dumbledore said slowly, his voice gradually returning to normal, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Yes, Professor. But Professor Eric came to my dormitory one night and took away the invisibility cloak. He also brought me here and told me not to go out." Harry answered honestly, pointing at himself. "I left in a hurry and didn't even bring any clothes. I could only borrow Professor Eric's first."

His tone was somewhat innocent.

Dumbledore then noticed Harry's slightly funny appearance and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The relaxed brows made Harry feel much more relaxed, and he laughed softly, his anxiety slightly reduced.

After a moment, Dumbledore stopped laughing, and patted the young wizard on the shoulder with his old hand, and whispered, "When he comes back, I will ask him to buy you a few more sets of suitable Muggle clothes as compensation. By the way, his clothes are quite good, you will definitely be satisfied."

Harry blinked.

He didn't know how to reply.

Having been tense for several days, he was not yet used to this joking state.

At this moment, Dumbledore seemed to remember something and looked down at his fingers.

The broken black onyx ring was still there, but the gem that whispered to her all the time had disappeared.

A look of loss appeared on the old man's face. He looked at it for a long time and sighed.

"It seems he has understood everything."

"Understand what, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry was still confused and couldn't wait to find out what was going on.

Both therapists remained tight-lipped, and Hermione and the others at school didn't even know they were here. The past half month had been truly torturous and anxious for Harry.

Now that Dumbledore is awake, he has a backbone.

But Dumbledore just shook his head, sat up from the bed with difficulty, took a few deep breaths and was about to get out of bed.

His movements were slow and somewhat stiff, and his entire body seemed to have turned into rusty iron.

Just as Harry was about to help, he heard a gentle voice outside the door.

"Principal Dumbledore, you'd better lie down for a while."

The lady with the tray came into the house.

"I think so, Albus." Grindelwald's recognizable voice came from behind the lady. It sounded full of energy and vitality, which scared Harry.

"G...Grindelwald?!"

He subconsciously protected Dumbledore's bed and looked vigilantly at the two people walking towards him one after another.

Although he heard that the dark wizard was no longer an enemy, he was still worried.

"It seems that your reputation is still not very good." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, Harry, although he is indeed not a good person, but at least for now, he is still on our side and can be trusted."

"...Yes, Professor Dumbledore." Harry obediently stepped aside and shuddered as he watched Dumbledore tilt his head back and drink a large bottle of potion whose pungent smell could be smelled from afar.

He can't stand the smell.

But to his surprise, this potion seemed to have some kind of magical healing effect. After drinking a bottle, Dumbledore, who was very weak just now, seemed to be completely renewed.

Although not as good as usual, he has recovered a little. At least his face has more color and his hands and feet are much lighter.

"Please take care of Harry for us."

He heard the old man say this, and then walked out without looking back, following Grindelwald.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Don't worry, Harry, you'll be back at Hogwarts with your friends soon, I can assure you of that."

"I……"

Harry wanted to say more, but his eyelids felt heavy, his body felt like it was filled with lead, and his feet were stepping on cotton. He collapsed onto the sofa behind him and fell into a deep sleep.

The therapist, who had been instructed earlier, walked forward slowly, the rune symbols lit up, and shining magic power poured into his body, and he picked up the heavy man.

Outside the mansion gate, another therapist who had been waiting for a long time handed over a pocket watch.