Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Deep magic, smooth appearance, and an inner rhythm that beats like a heart.

This seems to be an embryo, a mysterious "life" that has been nurtured for countless days and months but has yet to be born.

Even... I don’t know if it was because of Lin En’s previous suppression, or because the nourishment from countless lives throughout history could not meet its needs, this mysterious existence whose magic power was so strong that even Lin En had to look up to it actually revealed a bit of weakness and witheredness.

It is like a peeled egg, shiny on the surface but actually without yolk, full of the meaning of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

But it is undeniable that the magic as deep as the abyss is genuine no matter from which angle you look at it.

As it repeated its rhythm, the breath of the curse began to grow from nothing to something, and the familiar magical fluctuations made Ines's face suddenly become ugly.

"This is... my magic?!"

The witch's screams echoed in the silent cave.

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"...Thank you all. Today's meeting has come to an end here for the time being. Please take a break. We will focus on discussing the establishment of the Violet Society later. I know that representatives from various countries have many ideas about this, as well as opinions on the number of seats that do not represent any country or group. We can focus on discussing these issues. Now adjourn the meeting."

In the evening, Dumbledore, who had been in meetings all day, showed no sign of fatigue. He happily adjourned the meeting and left without a moment's delay, even ignoring the French and American representatives who came forward to try to get close to him.

After he left, representatives from various countries and officials from the International Confederation of Wizards lost their "referee" and quarreled in chaos for a long time before they left.

For such a parliamentary-like occasion, without a strong leader like Dumbledore, order becomes a luxury and chaos is the norm.

Representing various countries, organizations and interest groups, they all want to get a bigger piece of the pie, regardless of whether they know what the pie really tastes like.

Compared with good or bad, existence and quantity are the key.

In the chaotic meeting place, there was only one person who seemed out of place. He neither lowered his pride to join the debate which was called discussion but was actually an argument, nor did he form cliques. He just quietly packed up his things, then walked through the noisy crowd like a vegetable market and left alone.

This person is no stranger to the wizard officials present who have been engaged in diplomatic work for many years.

Barty Crouch, to be precise, is Barty Crouch Sr., the father of Barty Crouch Jr., the war hero who made great contributions to the killing of Voldemort.

After recovering from a serious magical injury, he was not able to return to the Ministry of Magic. Instead, he came here as the representative of the British Ministry of Magic to the International Confederation of Wizards, and once again reunited with his old enemy Fudge.

This is partly due to physical reasons. He suffered a lot during his captivity, and even if he recovers, he no longer has the good body that allowed him to work day and night.

On the other hand, most people within the Ministry of Magic were very resistant to this strong-willed and neurotic old man and did not want him to come back and cause trouble.

The combination of the two factors put him in a very embarrassing situation as he had no home to return to after leaving the hospital.

In this context, Dumbledore fully utilized his ability to judge people and personally persuaded Amelia to send him to the International Confederation of Wizards to do his old job, while enjoying the pleasure of being Fudge's immediate superior.

This kind of situation where there are many parties arguing is perfect for an old bureaucrat like him with a tough style to come into play, and the two of them hit it off immediately.

In a month, this middle-aged wizard with almost completely white hair and a terribly thin body made many wizards who had worked or communicated with him feel his "return".

Not only materially, but also spiritually.

This is a very difficult guy to deal with, cunning and fierce.

Now only Dumbledore can control him.

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On the other hand, old Crouch left the scene in a cool manner, but Dumbledore was much faster.

He had been receiving new information all day and was already impatient. As soon as he finished dealing with things in Paris, he returned to the UK and rushed to the agreed meeting place - his secret mansion in the Scottish mountains.

Lynn, Euphemia, and Grindelwald have all arrived, along with the "core" of the meteorite that Lynn forcibly removed and brought over - or it would be more appropriate to call it an embryo.

The first time he saw it, Dumbledore, who was used to seeing many storms, felt his heart twitch violently for no reason.

Looking away again, Grindelwald's mischievous old face told it all.

Dumbledore knew that he was no more likely than that.

This is normal.

Anyone who sees this weird guy would not feel it's normal from the bottom of their heart, unless they are mentally ill.

The old man quickly calmed down, wiped the sweat off his face, and asked calmly, "Bring it here. Will there be any problems at the Namibian research institute?"

"I knew you would ask this. See for yourself."

Lynn smiled and exchanged glances with Euphemia, then slowly drew out his wand and lightly tapped it. The magic power, like a water curtain, created a clear picture, bringing the distant scene to the eyes of the few people.

"Is this... Merlin's magic?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

Dumbledore's focus was obviously different from his. He stared at the water curtain without blinking - inside it was a huge black stone that was exactly the same as the previous one. From a distance, there was no flaw at all.

"A trick?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes and no," Lin En said, casually pulling out a few pieces of broken meteorite from his pocket and placing them on the table. "It's just an optimization of the replication spell and transfiguration spell. It's not a big deal, just a small trick."

"Copying... I am increasingly unable to understand you." Dumbledore's breathing quickened for a moment. "But can such a method really fool those people? It won't be there for a day or two, or a year or two."

"Of course." Before Lin En could speak, Euphemia said confidently, "Because most of the fragments inside are just reassembled and fused together - the real things he made with the replication spell are all in the inner layer, used to replace this weird thing, and will not affect the research over there. We all need enough manpower to figure out their internal composition."

Dumbledore's mind flashed with the images of the people working diligently in the research institute. The worry on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a helpless expression.

"You two are really... really good at assigning the right jobs to different people." He smiled bitterly.

Lynn accepted this meaningful comment calmly.

Not only that, he walked to the middle of Dumbledore and Grindelwald with a smile on his face, took the two old men by the hand, and cast his eyes on the mysterious "embryo".

"My two respected seniors, don't you think that the best solution is to let Ines and the others analyze the secret of the shell, and let us deal with this most difficult thing and maximize its value?"

There was a gleam of light in his eyes that was rarely seen, and his tone was a little more eager, "Now at least we can be sure that there are powerful beings outside the earth that are at least close to life. There are risks, of course, but there are also opportunities."

Chapter 644: The Ambition and Courage of a Wizard

Compared to the cautious and safe Dumbledore, Grindelwald is undoubtedly a more adventurous wizard.

When he heard Lin En's proposal, his eyes immediately lit up.

"It's not very difficult to destroy it directly." After a moment's hesitation, he looked at Dumbledore, "But if we want to find the source of this thing and the reason why it appeared on Earth, I'm afraid this is the only chance."

His meaning was very clear, and Dumbledore certainly understood it.

But he still had concerns, and asked in a deep voice: "We need to consider the hidden risks - after all, this is a special existence that has never been touched by anyone. If we make things worse and cause greater hidden dangers, it will be inappropriate. Lin En, do you have any ideas and preparations for this?"

"Of course we are prepared, and we have been prepared since the moment it was exposed."

Lin En nodded, raised his hand and lightly tapped the purple-black sphere that looked like a peeled egg. The magic hidden on the surface of the sphere also revealed its true form in the agitation.

The profound black magic seemed to be wearing shackles, and was also like being covered with a thick coat, not a single trace could leak out, as if it was in another world.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.

He could sense Merlin's presence, though it was subtle and faint, it was undoubtedly there.

Lin En also guessed his thoughts and said with a smile: "Good magic cannot be tarnished by its creator."

"Of course." Dumbledore paused, "I'm just a little surprised at your efficiency."

"It's just some superficial knowledge." Lin En said nonchalantly, "We'd better come up with a feasible solution as soon as possible to find out what's hidden behind this thing. It will be good for all of us." His eyes became sharper, "At the very least, we have to verify Merlin's conjecture back then. He has a lot of secrets in his head. Things may not be that simple."

"I agree," Grindelwald said without hesitation.

Although Euphemia said nothing, no one would doubt her position and attitude.

Dumbledore's face showed a hint of helplessness.

Now it's three to one.

He looked around and said in a hoarse voice: "In fact, the reason you brought it from Namibia is because you had already made the decision before I came."

“There’s no point in deciding on this kind of thing in advance, because we have to reach a consensus first to leave no loopholes,” Lynn said.

Seeing that Dumbledore was hesitant, he walked to the window and pushed open the wooden window that had not been opened for a long time.

The refreshing breeze blew into the house, and there was golden red sunlight in the evening.

"Let's take a step back and say that even if our research on this thing could really attract the attention of a more terrifying monster, why didn't it come tens of thousands of years ago or even longer?"

Leaning against the windowsill, Lynn whispered, "If it has called out to its own kind or a higher being a long time ago, our situation won't be any worse. If it has never sent out a call for help or assistance before, then we just need to be cautious, which is why I hope to act together."

"Whether there will be more dangers waiting for us in the future, it's never a bad thing to know more information." Grindelwald said, "Albus is right to worry. This little monster does have a lot of secrets. It's better for someone like me who won't live long to take risks."

His eyes were fixed on Dumbledore's face, which was filled with his usual strength and expectation.

"You..." Dumbledore hesitated.

Just like he had done many times in his life, he would always hesitate when faced with important decisions.

His eyes began to avoid, but Grindelwald did not intend to give him a chance to avoid it. He strode forward and almost stood straight in front of him.

"You can save your careful consideration for the nursing home of the International Confederation of Wizards. Now is not the occasion. We are wizards, not those good-for-nothings."

Grindelwald said sarcastically, "Let alone such a mysterious little thing, even if there is something even stranger, what does it matter? Are we just going to be timid and do nothing? Don't be ridiculous, I won't do that."

He no longer maintained the youthful appearance that he had maintained with Transfiguration in order to tease Barty, but even on this face full of traces of time, there flashed a vigorous vitality that moved even Dumbledore, as well as an undisguised ambition.

It was like going back a century, back to Godric's Hollow, the place that held the fantasies of two young geniuses.

The fire that had been suppressed since his youth once again burned fiercely in Dumbledore's heart.

"I don't know whether I was convinced by you or moved by my own desires." He said slowly, "But it is undeniable that I am also a wizard... and a wizard who never wants to fall behind others. Of course, I have to do things like this."

As he spoke, he picked up his wand and waved it vigorously in the direction of the purple-black sphere.

With a "swish" sound, the invisible sharp blade swept across the surface of the sphere, easily cutting through the last layer of soft and fragile defense, revealing the pale interior like rotten wood.

It was a body that was completely different from any known creature, with a strange and pale appearance, as if it was still an unformed baby, but it seemed to contain a body with the charm of rules, ugly and frightening.

"Alas--!"

The moment it was exposed to the air, a piercing scream that could even shatter glass came from an organ that had not yet fully developed, which seemed to be a mouth, and went straight into the depths of the souls of several people.

What greeted it was the protective and sealing magic that Lynn and Euphemia had prepared long ago.

There is also Grindelwald, who can't hide his excitement and goes against the trend.

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At the same time, Hogwarts.

The teachers and students were having dinner lively in the auditorium, and only a few playful young people were still wandering outside the castle.

At the Black Lake near the Forbidden Forest, only Durmstrang's large ships were still moored there, and few others came near.

And in the grove by the lake, the silver-white figures of Helga and Rowena walked slowly, and finally stopped in an open space with lush trees, flowers and plants.

A faint but subtle spell hung around, obscuring sight and the perception of normal magic.

"The location was chosen with great care. It's not too remote and it's quite quiet," said Rowena, who is always picky.

"Salazar himself will probably be very satisfied, he likes quietness." Helga said with a smile, "Now he can rest in peace and no longer have to worry about his descendants. This is enviable, isn't it?"

Rowena smiled and lowered her head, remaining silent.

Helga also restrained her expression, with some reluctance and nostalgia hidden deep in her eyes.

A brand new cenotaph stood among the sparse trees, and a few bunches of lilies still hanging with water droplets were placed in front of the tombstone.

[Here is buried Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Hogwarts, a pure wizard]

——The epitaph of just a few words put an end to the ups and downs in the life of this legendary wizard.

At this moment, the only thing that can accompany him is the friendship that spans thousands of years.

Not far away, the calm lake surface was swaying with the wind, creating ripples.

Faintly, it seemed that something was swimming beneath the water, but no one noticed.

After a long time, Rowena's voice sounded again.

"Are you really not going to go and take a look at them?"

Chapter 645: Distant Predator

The spiritual scream that pierces the soul seems to be the death struggle of this "young beast".

After being suppressed by Lynn and Euphemia, it lost its last resort and was completely helpless.

However, even in such a desperate situation, when Grindelwald approached and was about to use his mastery of Legilimency, a beam of lavender light still easily broke through his magic and hit his right eye.