Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Merlin showed a mischievous smile: "If you really want to know the secrets here, I will just give you all my memories. Do you want to try?"

"...As expected." Lin En narrowed his eyes slightly. "I am not interested in an information stream that is at least tens of thousands of years old. If you want to use this method to plot against me, you are overthinking it."

"This is a fair trade." Merlin's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge. "I'm curious, if you really get my magic, will you take that step directly?"

"Shut up!" Euphemia shouted coldly.

"It's okay, Fei, I know what's going on." Lin En smiled and held her back, "He's a very smart guy, and I didn't hide anything from him, so this is normal."

"But he——"

"He will die soon, and it will be hundreds or thousands of years before he reappears. If we can live to that time, we will definitely have mastered the method to deal with him. If we can't live to that time, then there is no need to worry about future generations. They should have gone further than us."

Compared to Euphemia's anxiety, Lin En seemed very calm and composed, pointing to the six-pointed star badge on his chest while speaking.

He not only believes in himself, but also believes in those who come after him.

Euphemia hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly, and retreated behind him again, staring at Merlin with a cold expression.

"What a shame," Merlin said regretfully.

"It's nothing to regret. We have different paths. If it weren't for dealing with you, I wouldn't accept all of Dumbledore's magic. I prefer to go my own way."

"I prefer to go my own way..." Merlin pondered for a long time and said sincerely, "You are indeed qualified to say that. Even if we are enemies to the death, I agree with you."

"It's my pleasure." Lin En bowed slightly. "Let's move on to the second question. Have you studied the composition of this meteorite, or the source and nature of its magic? Unlike you, I am not interested in its magic, but I am very concerned about the potential danger behind this thing."

"You're very honest, Eric," Merlin said, "and you're saying something I can't refuse. Although I hate to admit it, if humans become extinct, I'll probably die, too. At least I won't be who I am now."

“This should be our first consensus.”

"It's also the last one." Merlin said softly, "This is not an established fact, but just a guess. I also managed to get a small piece of the stone, and I have studied it for many years, and I have indeed gained some results."

Lynn lowered his head as if listening attentively, and Euphemia also pricked up her ears quietly, listening alertly and seriously.

Merlin cleared his throat and said in the most solemn and serious tone: "According to my guess, this stone is not a so-called mineral contaminated with magic, but comes from a very special life or man-made object - it is just a tiny part that fell off from it."

"What's the basis?" Lynn asked.

"Because it wasn't what it is now, and it didn't have the magic it has now." Merlin looked reminiscent, and his dull eyes lit up again. "That was more than 20,000 years ago. It devoured many lives, and then grew. To put it in a less appropriate way, it was like hunting with instinct."

Lynn thought of Barty's report and the mountain of bones mentioned by Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and his expression gradually became solemn.

But Merlin's story only started and then ended hastily.

He closed his eyes and said frankly: "Because of instinct, I was afraid of this thing, and I never studied it in depth. If you want to know more, you can try it yourself. Now it's time to fulfill my oath."

"He must be hiding something. We can't agree to him!" Euphemia shouted anxiously, pulling out her wand and preparing to cast a spell.

But Lynn raised her hand to stop her.

"It's time for me to fulfill my promise."

The phoenix shadow flew out from the tip of the hawthorn wood wand and hovered over the wasteland, full of vitality, exactly the opposite of the nightmare.

A meaningful arc flashed across Merlin's lips. He said nothing more, but held his head high like a martyr.

"I don't know when you'll come back, and I don't know if it will be you who opens your eyes next time, but please remember what I said, Merlin. If you are still stuck on this dead end, even if it's not me who kills you, there will definitely be someone else."

Lynn raised his wand and pressed it against Merlin's chest once again.

There will be no more dialogues, no more tests, and no more deals this time.

When the purple-robed shadow intertwined with the phoenix's rays of light, the nightmare turned into dust and magic power and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Only a trace of indelible pure magic remains.

That is the gift, or the curse, of the rules.

Chapter 621 The End is also the Prologue

"…Why did you kill him so abruptly? He must have many secrets that he hasn't told me yet. I don't understand."

When the ray of magic power that carried the essence of nightmare, which was essentially uncatchable and indestructible, disappeared without a trace, Euphemia could no longer suppress her inner doubts and unwillingness, and grabbed Lin En's arm and asked.

"It's not that I want to kill him, but because he won't say anything anymore." Lin En shook his head and sat tremblingly on a piece of stone made by Transfiguration. "You don't know the oath he and I made yet. This is already the limit."

"What did you agree with him?"

"It's not complicated. He told me all the information about those ancient monsters. I simply killed him so that he could avoid being imprisoned and tortured." Lin En said.

Euphemia, who was very thoughtful and well-versed in Lin En's way of doing things, immediately understood his intention and said softly, "So you are using the relationship between this meteorite and the monster as part of your questioning to force him to answer?"

"That's it."

"If this is the logic... Indeed, it's a pity, but if we go deeper, it will completely deviate from the starting point of being related to monsters. No wonder he is so confident."

Euphemia looked regretful. "I never thought there were so many dangerous things in this world. If I miss this opportunity, many questions will remain unanswered."

"Don't think like that, Fei." Lynn patted the back of her hand gently, speaking softly, "Sometimes, not knowing the answer is better than knowing some hints or half-truths, just like writing on a blank piece of paper. We can always find a way to discover the truth ourselves."

"You...are always like this."

"No matter what, he still won. There is no such thing as perfect in the world. He just fell into our trap by chance. We can't force him to do more."

As he spoke, Lin En stood up with some difficulty, looked up, and could just see the coast at the end of the horizon.

"We should leave too... There's still a lot to do." A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. "I know a lot of people died in Paris. Don't tell me who they are yet. Otherwise, I might not be able to resist killing some idiots."

"What do you mean...?" Euphemia was confused.

At this moment, the hexagram badge that had been silent for a long time lit up again and then emitted a gentle heat.

She quickly took off the badge, held her breath, opened her eyes after a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Dumbledore and Grindelwald woke up half an hour ago. They used the portkey to go to the United States." She was shocked, "Is this also your prior arrangement?"

"It's not really an arrangement." Lin En walked between the scorched earth and the deep pit, taking one step at a time. "I didn't expect them to wake up. I just left a message. In the end, they and I are both lucky... But why did it take so long for the news to come from there?"

"It's funny, she was in such a hurry when she got the news, she stumbled and almost lost her badge, and it took her a lot of effort to climb out of the stairs. The whole process took quite a while."

"...Well, luckily we didn't miss anything, but now we can't rest." Lynn sighed helplessly and amusedly, "Let's go over and take a look, lest Gellert starts a killing spree...Although these Muggles are stupid and ambitious, they didn't do anything stupid after all. We also can't start a war between wizards and Muggles."

"Sorry, Lynn, I don't understand. What do you mean by stupid things?"

"From what I know about them, after knowing that using a large number of nuclear weapons and other weapons of mass destruction can threaten wizards who have no time to escape, they, especially the ambitious but incompetent president, will always find a way to eliminate the threat. The best way is of course to let Merlin and I die together, and then let you die with the monster in Paris. In this way, the problem will be solved from the root."

Lynn said it lightly, but Euphemia felt a chill in her heart, followed by rage.

A lingering rage.

"How dare they do this?!"

"Because of the benefits, information gap, and the gambler's mentality that we have to mention - people who always win rarely consider failure, especially if they have been in an unstoppable glory before."

Lynn said calmly, "Although the Magical Congress and those American wizards are nothing, their Muggle society is still very powerful, and it is not surprising that they would do such a thing. And I have asked Barty to find a way to deal with them."

Euphemia suddenly realized: "No wonder Barty hasn't shown up these days... What can we do?"

"Equal deterrence, using power that Muggles can understand." Lynn raised a finger, then another, "and asymmetrical power from wizards. Barty brought them the first one. Originally, I was supposed to do the second one. The alternative was that after Merlin and I died together, he would tell you to go. Now Dumbledore and the others have done it, which is not bad, right?"

"Don't say such unlucky and depressing words! You will not die at the hands of such a freak. No one can kill you. Even if he is really Merlin, he is still far from it!" Euphemia hugged Lin En's arm tightly and said firmly.

After a while, she lowered her voice again, as if someone in this empty Jedi was eavesdropping. "Sometimes I really doubt whether there is anything in this world that can stump you. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but I'm about to collapse these days. No one knows if what we did is right. So many lives are on Amelia and I's shoulders. It's too difficult."

Lynn raised her wand.

Warm golden light enveloped the two of them, but the real source was not the wand, but the Hufflepuff gold cup.

The gentle magic is like a loving mother's hand, caressing the wounds of the body and mind, bringing healing and comfort.

"You did an impeccable job. Even I have no better choice than this." Lin En comforted him, "I have been watching your actions from beginning to end. If it weren't for your support and if everyone hadn't worked together, you wouldn't be able to win. I wouldn't be able to defeat an old monster like Merlin, let alone kill him."

He took Euphemia's waist and pulled her into his arms, saying softly, "Now we can at least provide a few hundred years of peace for future generations. As long as... as long as we deal with these minor troubles at hand, that will be enough."

"It's just a minor inconvenience... I hope it's just a minor inconvenience, but at this point, the exposure of the magic world is probably unavoidable. This is more serious than we expected..."

Euphemia only said half of her words.

The second half of the sentence is because it is too early and many preparations have not even begun, let alone been sufficient.

Whether it is concepts, cognition, or most importantly, the technology and power to ensure the absolute safety of wizarding society.

If we are not careful, there is a high possibility that the two originally completely separated worlds will collide violently, and this cannot be changed by the will of a few planners.

This made her feel that the situation was extremely difficult.

"Eat your meals one bite at a time and do your work one step at a time. Let's start with the leader of the Muggle world. We also need to separate for a while."

Lynn saw her concerns and whispered, "I'll go find Dumbledore and the others, and you go find Barty for me. You and I are one, and there are some things only you can say and only he can do."

Chapter 622: Extraordinary and Mundane

When Lynn arrived at the Muggle military base, the president, who had fainted due to fear and anger, had just woken up.

He was so frightened by Dumbledore and Grindelwald that when he saw the dusty Lynn, his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted again, his head buzzing.

But neither his subordinates nor Grindelwald and the MACUSA who were watching coldly would give him the opportunity to escape with this excuse.

The dazzling white light dispersed the Muggles and wizards who were gathering around him, and also completely exposed this politician who could do whatever he wanted in Muggle society to the extraordinary power.

Looking at Lin En's hurried steps, the usually eloquent president felt overwhelmed.

He didn't even need those wizards following behind him. Just Lin En, whose mood could not be told, was enough to scare him.

With every step that the distance between the two people shortened, the breath of death became stronger, and the mountain-like pressure increased visibly.

"First...Mr. Eric, it's so...so gratifying to see that you're okay."

He wiped the sweat off his face and stammered, his eyes filled with flattery and fear.

The moment he saw Batty, he knew that all his plans and schemes had been exposed in front of this young but unpredictable wizard.

Lin En also knew what he was thinking, but pretended to be clueless and said gently, "You Muggle weapons are also very good. If it weren't for them, I might not be able to seriously injure that guy. At least in this matter, we have a pleasant cooperation."

This was the first time he used the word Muggle instead of No-Maj to adapt to the local customs in front of Americans. Powell, who was good at observing people's expressions, keenly noticed the difference in expression.

But the president, who had hardly met Lynn and was not aware of the specific differences between the titles based on country, did not yet understand.

After hearing the first half of the sentence, he let out a long sigh, a very forced smile appeared on his face, and then he froze in place.

He asked anxiously, "You mean... seriously injured?"

"I'm sorry, it's just what you thought." Lin En showed a regretful expression, "I couldn't kill him. Although I destroyed his most important means, he still escaped in the end."

A thunderclap exploded in everyone's heart, including Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and everyone felt as if they were hit hard.

It was at this moment that the high-altitude images that had been blocked by radiation and magic for a long time were restored.

What appeared before everyone's eyes was a picture that was unprecedented in human history and would most likely never happen again.

The huge island was divided into two, one half was pure white ice and snow, and the other half was pitch black scorched earth.

Even if you just look down from a great distance, you can see the fierce battle that took place there.

"This... this is not good for me..." Powell couldn't hide his inner panic and blurted out, then looked at the president fiercely, "It's all because of you bastards who want to fight among yourselves when facing a powerful enemy!"

"I--"

The president wanted to argue but was speechless due to the shock. He could only hang his head dejectedly, as if his spine had been pulled out, and sat on the cold and smooth ground, dispirited.

He could already imagine how the angry wizards would treat him—and the people behind him.

The unstoppable power of the individual makes all secular power lose its original meaning. This is truly the literal meaning that everyone is equal in the face of death.

Not only did he fail to eliminate both internal and external troubles, but he created even more powerful enemies out of nowhere. All contradictions became more acute because of his momentary lapse of judgment.

This made him desperate and suffocated.

Even his subordinates stayed away from him, leaving him alone, helplessly slumped against the wall, struggling to move a finger.

But Lynn did not take her anger out on him, nor did she even show any anger.

He just found a chair and sat down, saying calmly, "The situation is not that bad. At least he must recuperate for a while and won't cause any more trouble. Even if he makes a comeback one day, today's blow will greatly reduce his magic and make him manageable."

A cold light flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, and Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses also revealed a barely perceptible gleam of brilliance.

As Lin En was speaking, completely different voices had already sounded out of thin air in their minds.

The two of them looked at each other calmly, and Grindelwald, who was used to being a villain, spoke first:

"This is a blessing in disguise. But just because nothing happened doesn't mean we have to let these scum and idiots go. If it weren't for Crouch's watchful eye, with their calculations, none of our people would have thought of leaving Paris alive."