Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

It was for this reason that he could empathize more with Kalaya's choice, even though she was not his student.

In this situation, even though he knew there was a trap, Kalaya, who was much weaker than him, had no choice but to take a gamble.

There seemed to be many roads in front of her, but for her, only one had a vague end, and the rest were just dead ends visible to the naked eye.

Just because others can take a path doesn’t mean she can, too.

With Cedric and Fleur standing in her way, she had no choice but to take a risky move.

The transition from cleverness to wisdom sometimes does not entirely depend on thinking and judgment, and may not even be decided by the person himself.

Dumbledore understood this principle best, but he did not say anything to comfort or agree with him, nor did he even stare closely at the duel that could be called the "peak meeting" on the screen.

He just stared at another image that flashed by from time to time.

Another young man from Hogwarts was stumbling forward through the entrance to the final area.

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Walking on the gloomy path, the tingling pain in his right calf and knee forced Harry to slow down and move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

This was the last test, facing the "traces" left by the eight-eyed giant spider puppet - external injuries were easy to deal with, but the bad thing was that the bones might be injured.

That was a complex magic that only professionals like Madam Pomfrey could master, and it was far beyond his current capabilities.

Since it can't be solved, we'll just have to endure it.

The pain that kept fermenting all the time intensified the consumption of physical strength, and he had to devote most of his attention to being alert to his surroundings. For him, every step forward was not easy.

But he wasn't going to stop there.

The flares in the distance and the sounds of spells exploding were constantly magnified in his eyes and ears, like a candle flame appearing in front of a flying insect, distant but full of attraction.

Harry had never thought that he was very smart, at least not as smart as one of his two best friends.

Among the warriors, he, who is much younger than him, does not have any advantage in terms of strategy or magic. It can even be said that he has shortcomings everywhere.

Three years of growth time is too important and crucial for a teenage wizard.

But he believes he also has unique advantages.

For example, extraordinary physical coordination and reflexes, as well as willpower far superior to ordinary people.

In other words, although he doesn't have Hermione's brain, he does have a tough bone that even Voldemort can't chew.

The word "give up" has hardly ever appeared in his rough mind since he was a child.

This time is of course no exception.

Panting heavily, holding the holly wand tightly in his hand, he trudged along with a staggering step.

The thin figure slowly blended into the darkness.

Except for a few relatives and friends, no one paid attention.

The dazzling Cedric and Fleur were like two magnets, attracting everyone's attention.

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"...It's better for an old guy like me to not get involved in the affairs of you young people. I'm leaving first. I'll trouble you to take care of Shouren. By the way, please ask Dumbledore for me - if Hogwarts really wins the trophy. If you don't win in the end, just pretend I didn't say anything."

After finishing his mind, Liu Tao's serious face revealed a long-lost sense of ease and satisfaction. His steps became much more brisk, and he even made a rare joke that was not really a joke.

Lin En naturally nodded in agreement, and personally sent him and Long Shouren out of the tower. They agreed on a series of follow-up matters on the spot, and watched the two leave with satisfaction. Then he went upstairs and went up the stairs, perhaps for the last time that they would be so quiet.

Passing through a series of inspection devices that could function normally even without supervision, he walked to the outside of the room where the monster cub was sealed.

But he did not go in there. Instead, he quickened his pace and entered the adjacent house with exactly the same decoration and layout.

However, there was no monster embryo bound by heavy chains, nor was there a magic stone embedded in the wall. There were only grooves and a few cushions in the shape of futons, and nothing else.

Before he entered the house, crisp footsteps came closer from afar.

"I knew you would come here after you finished your work. How is it, is everything going well over there?" Euphemia's voice was a little hoarse with fatigue, but still soft, and did not sound out of place in the empty corridor.

"It went very smoothly. How about you?" Lynn turned around and gave a mischievous smile. "Did you use the tricks I taught you to deal with Mr. Major?"

"Why else do you think my throat is smoking?" Euphemia said half in disgust and half in anger. "Before leaving, Mr. Major asked me to convey a message. He said that you and his secretaries must have a lot in common. We should send one of them over to see who can fool whom."

"Forget it, this kind of blessing can only be enjoyed by the Prime Minister and his ministers. I am just a humble public servant who is trusted and appointed by everyone to be here in name only. How can I steal the most important fruits of wisdom of modern civilization?" Lin En blinked his eyes, took out a small kettle like a magic trick, and handed it over.

He was responded with a cute roll of the eyes and the sound of gulping water.

While Lin En was busy receiving the two distinguished guests, she was not idle either, and could even be said to be even busier.

Not only Prime Minister Major, but also Akinbade, who had to rush back to Paris overnight to handle official business after the meeting, as well as permanent representatives and academic authorities from various countries, all needed her and Amelia to be responsible for their settlement and reception.

I was so busy all night that I didn't even have time to drink a glass of water.

Muggles, wizards, and all races including centaurs and goblins all have their own interests and considerations. The existence of this violet tower is to provide a platform.

It is not only a platform for communication, but also a platform for display.

Show their respective values ​​and also show their respective deterrence.

There is no shortage of smart people or stupid people in this world. Lin En can use his extraordinary individual strength to suppress those ambitious people who overestimate their own capabilities, but this is not a long-term solution after all.

Today's ceremony and the formal establishment of the society are still temporary solutions so far. If we want to form a long-term balance, we cannot rely on isolated individuals, but must rely on a stable consensus.

This is a long and arduous undertaking, and it is also a huge project that requires the unity of the majority of people possible.

But no matter what, things have finally been properly resolved one by one. What remains is no longer a one-day effort, but should be left to the long-term efforts in the future.

The two people left side by side in perfect tacit understanding and disappeared at the end of the quiet corridor. Behind them was an empty room that was sealed again by countless magic spells.

It's like waiting for a guest who hasn't arrived yet.

Chapter 657 The Protagonist on the Stage

After all, it was midsummer. Even in the middle of the night when the sun had long since set, the crowded Quidditch stadium stands were still shrouded in a stuffy atmosphere that could not be blown away by the cool breeze from the Scottish Highlands, like a steamer.

For those spectators who have their own supporters and are anxiously watching the game, the heat in their hearts combined with the heat around them is even more unbearable.

Among these people, the Weasley family is the most typical representative, especially their youngest son and daughter.

His dazzling red hair had long been soaked with sweat, his forehead and entire face were also covered with sweat beads, and even his throat was having difficulty making a sound from the continuous shouting - if anyone was to say who was the most anxious person off the field, Ron, who was only thinking about his good brother, must be a strong candidate.

As for his biggest competitor, it should be Ginny, who was not with her family but sat in an inconspicuous corner of the stands with Neville and Luna.

The little witch, who became more rebellious and full of personality as she grew older, did not shout like her brother, but her bright big eyes were always fixed on the screen.

Of course she knew that Cedric and Fleur were of a higher level, but she didn't care about the outcome over there at all. She just clenched her fists as Harry limped forward - sometimes she might accidentally hurt her good friends around her, especially when the traps carefully prepared by Lynn were triggered.

Fortunately, Neville and Luna, who were sitting on either side of her, were both in good spirits. Not only did they not care, but they also cheered and celebrated with her every time Harry managed to get through a dangerous situation.

This makes them seem out of place with the people around them, even though these three are the type who never care about other people's eyes.

But it must be said that their eccentricity also played a certain role, after all, this is the stand of Hogwarts.

As Harry, who had long been thought to be about to withdraw from the competition, stumbled through the barriers again and again, more and more young wizards noticed him and applauded his persistence.

Especially the young Gryffindors, and their Head of House who was patrolling the grounds.

Even if Godric Gryffindor were resurrected, he probably would not deny that Harry Potter was the student who best met the requirements of Gryffindor House.

Although he was not the protagonist of the game today, even most of his brilliance was overshadowed by the more dazzling Warriors.

But this may not be that important.

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Every era, every grand scene, and every magnificent stage has different protagonists.

Despite the many twists and turns in today's tournament final, the protagonist in the spotlight has never changed.

On one side is Furong, whose edge is exposed and whose momentum is as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.

On the other side was Cedric, who was calm and composed, with the demeanor of a great general in his every move.

On the battlefield that was completely lit up by the spell of light and still burning with residual fire, they were like two rising stars, shining against each other in the fierce competition, showing the charm of magic and the vigorous vitality that belongs only to young people.

Admittedly, in the eyes of Dumbledore and the headmasters who had already achieved success in various fields, the magic of these two young people still had many flaws and shortcomings, and was even inferior to those outstanding wizards who had been famous for many years, but considering their age, everything was no longer a problem.

Being young means endless possibilities.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center seat, had the most say on this - whether it was Harry who was staggering forward, or Cedric who was displaying his talent wantonly, or even Fleur, these young people all had the same shadow flashing in his eyes.

They just present different aspects and carry completely different marks that belong only to them.

He wanted to speak several times, but restrained his desire to express himself and sat in his seat as steady as a rock.

Although the people around him were all old friends, he still didn't find anyone suitable to communicate with.

The only half that were left were also in the stadium, observing every corner vigilantly with the same vigor they had used to deal with the Death Eaters. It was as if a noseless old bald man might pop out from any bush at any time.

The only one who could somewhat understand what Dumbledore was thinking at this moment was Moody, his comrade who had fought side by side with him countless times. Even McGonagall was a level below him.

Therefore, he just watched the battlefield silently, watched Cedric grow up silently, and watched Harry who was groping for a way forward.

In them, he saw the shadows of far more than just one or two old friends, but many blood-soaked figures.

In other words, it is a microcosm of an era that has come to an end and become history with the disappearance of Voldemort.

He couldn't help being a little absent-minded, and when he was half awake, he heard deafening shouts and exclamations.

Countless sounds overlapped each other, making it impossible for him to hear anything meaningful. Only his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of, no, it should be said that there was a golden color like an ocean.

And in this golden ocean, there are also different colors.

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What appeared in the eyes of Dumbledore and everyone else was a boundless flame, a flame that perfectly blended life and destruction.

Two equally tall and straight yew trees stood opposite each other, blocking the flames and heat outside the silver-white shadows, dozens of meters apart, competing against each other.

The powerful hurricane spell rolled up a powerful whirlwind dozens of feet high, pushing the flames to the limit and spreading outward with the two people's position as the center.

Bright golden flames shot up into the sky, as if coming from an unspeakable and sublime place. Huge tongues of fire twisted and leaped, like purifying light descending from the sky, engulfing everything visible to the naked eye into a sea of ​​fire.

Broken puppets, low hedges, broken rocks, everything turned to ashes in the burning fire.

Cedric and Fleur waved their wands vigorously at the same time, and the flames flew according to the command of the wands, like thousands of troops, launching an unflinching attack on each other.

This is a evenly matched contest, but it is not as identical and mutually destructive as it appears.

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, the shadow of the goddess Freya quietly rose behind Cedric, outlining a familiar yet unfamiliar rune symbol.

【Rune Fehu of Abundance】

It is familiar because everyone who has learned rune magic will first come into contact with this simplest spell, the rune that symbolizes Freya's kindness.

The reason why it is strange is that very few people know that this simplest rune has a completely different side.

It was as if a raging fire encountered dry wood. A trickle of magic power just appeared, and the Rune Fire, which had been burning to the extreme, suddenly surged up in an instant, breaking the balanced situation.

This is a gift from "Son of Freya" and a kindness from magic to the blessed wizards.

Furong, who witnessed all this, looked solemn. She happened to be one of the very few people who recognized this magic.

Because her teacher Euphemia had the same gift.

"How enviable..." She murmured in a voice that only she could hear, but her eyes did not waver, "But it's not surprising, it's better to say... this is more decent!"

The flames, which had already begun to fade, quickly subsided, and were replaced by blinding electric currents.

It was like an invisible barrier, and it seemed to condense into a terrifying Thor's hammer in the air.

The spear and the shield merged into one at this moment, closely entangled with the fire of life from the goddess, inseparable.

And at the moment of collision, a charming but barely noticeable light pink light penetrated the fire and went straight to Cedric who was concentrating.

Chapter 658: The Fire of the Trophy

Many people know that Fleur Delacour is a half-blood witch with Veela ancestry, and they also know that she inherited a lot of Veela-specific magic from her grandmother.

But for a long time, her skillful rune magic overshadowed the brilliance that came from her bloodline inheritance, so that people would subconsciously think that was all she had.

And today, in the spotlight of everyone, she once again demonstrated the magical skills unique to Veela, and was even better than when she fought the fire dragon that day.

If the "gift" from the goddess Freya was Cedric's carefully prepared trump card, then this hidden magic was her last gift to her opponent.