Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Snape was undoubtedly an expert at this. Even before Lynn's arrival, no one in the entire Hogwarts was better at this spellcasting technique than him except Dumbledore and Flitwick.

But Lynn saw it clearly and was prepared.

The magic wand was raised, and a thick curtain of light stretched out in front.

The momentum and scale were far greater than the previous Iron Armor Spell.

This is its strongest form, the Ultimate Iron Armor Curse.

"bang bang bang"

With three consecutive sounds, either strong attacks or sudden attacks, all of Snape's spells were bounced away, and the wall of light remained motionless.

The dazzling light blue blocked his vision. Snape, feeling something in his heart, took several steps back, and the tip of his wand lit up with white light.

As he expected, while he was defending, Lin En's counterattack came simultaneously.

"Collapse!"

It was still the same mighty red light, but it just changed direction.

Snape did not dare to be careless and used his protective spell smoothly.

A thin but solid halo surrounded him.

The unstoppable beam of light dispersed to both sides like a torrent encountering a dam.

The magic powers entangled in the air, and both were annihilated, making the fight evenly matched.

But there was no joy on Snape's face. He pushed hard with his feet and threw himself to the side.

"boom--"

Just as he left, a fireball suddenly rose from the ground and exploded.

In the smoke, the symbol of Kenaz slowly emerged and then quickly disappeared.

The air surged, and Snape rolled over awkwardly but nimbly, then stood up, his face expressionless except for a slight movement of his eyes.

After just one round of offense and defense, he discovered the problem.

His own spell was clearly inferior in power. Just one stun spell forced him to focus on defense without any time to spare, while his attack was completely blocked.

As he became more and more fearful, he suddenly raised his wand and chopped it down at an almost invisible speed.

Powerful offensive and defensive spells were used alternately.

He wants to make up for quality with quantity and win in chaos.

On his own, the firepower he unleashed was far more powerful than that of the previous five-man group.

But this is not enough.

Because Lynn's offensive was even more unstoppable.

The two people's thoughts coincided at this moment.

Bathed in the magical rain of light, Lin En seemed to have taken root and walked forward step by step.

Every step is taken on everyone's heart.

Holding the magic wand in one hand, he cast a series of spells like a tidal wave.

With one hand half empty, he drew, and the shining runes changed strangely and bizarrely.

In just a moment, he was in front of Snape. The distance between them was only a few meters, which was already a fierce battle for the wizard.

It only takes a moment from the casting of the spell to the encounter, and the gap between reaction speed and spell strength is infinitely magnified.

Every time there was a collision, the residual aftermath made Snape feel very uncomfortable, but he was unable to resist and could only retreat until he reached the wall.

This is not only a difference in magic power, but also a difference in the degree of mastery of spells by both sides.

Snape only felt that each of Lynn's spells seemed to be at the level of the two or three spells he had kept in his bottom drawer. They were extremely skillful. Even though they could not display their full power for the sake of speed, they were still a level higher than the spells he cast.

He had already tried his best and had no more tricks up his sleeve except for the dark magic that he had deliberately not used.

But looking at Lin En strolling leisurely and the powerful magic he cast freely, he had a clear perception.

Even now, this guy who is a few years younger than himself still has a lot of energy left.

Compared to the boldness of winning by force more than a decade ago, after so many years, Lin En has now become so comprehensive that it shocks him.

There is no weakness, every field is impeccable, making it impossible to tell the depth of the person.

And the magic wand and those alchemical tools that never showed up...

His mind was in turmoil and he was distracted for a moment, and the disarming spell was already in front of him.

The ice rune beneath his feet also gave off a chill.

Alarm bells rang loudly. Snape, who knew the power of Ice Rune well, did not dare to be negligent. The surging magic power burst out instantly, and he barely forced back the oncoming spell and stumbled back to the flank.

At the same time, turbid black mist gushed out from the tip of the staff and instantly spread across the battlefield, completely obscuring the figures of the two and everyone's sight.

Taking this opportunity, he quickly distanced himself.

Lin En did not pursue him, but put away his wand, and the rune letters that were condensing gradually dissipated.

This black fog is the signal agreed upon before class, and the duel ends at this point.

......

......

When the smoke cleared, both men stopped fighting at the same time, leaving the winner undecided.

This duel was more exciting for the young wizards than the easy victory over Lockhart and the five students.

Ron even grabbed Harry excitedly and muttered to himself.

His voice was quite loud and Snape could hear every word clearly, and his face turned even darker.

But he said nothing, just silently stepped back a few steps and gave the center of the stage to Lin En.

He was sure that even if he played all his cards, he would still not be a match for Lin En.

Compared to myself who was giving it my all, Lin En only showed the tip of the iceberg of his abilities.

Sensing the little wizard's mood, Lin En was satisfied to find that the depression before class had disappeared, and said happily:

"I'm sure you've realized that a duel is not just two wizards foolishly casting spells at each other. There are many factors that influence it. Professor Snape's mist spell just now is one of them, and it is also the focus of today. It can obscure the opponent's vision and create an opportunity to evacuate."

As he spoke, he turned sideways, looked at Snape, and lip-synced silently.

The favor has been repaid.

Snape glared at him fiercely.

Lynn smiled and turned her head away, deciding not to provoke the gloomy guy anymore, and pointed the wand to her lips.

"Now," he said, speaking above the whispers of the young wizards, "practice separately according to grade level!"

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The entire auditorium turned into a training ground, and during the more than two hours of training, every little wizard was extremely focused.

Near the end, a third-year witch stopped what she was doing, turned her head and looked at Lin En, her eyes struggling.

The soul that has taken over the magpie's nest feels great fear.

Little Tom couldn't imagine what would happen if he was a step slower.

I am still too weak now, I must...

He secretly made up his mind that even if he couldn't do it in a big way, there were other ways.

A gloom that was inconsistent with her age hung over the little witch's face.

But when she looked up again, there was nothing unusual about her innocent smile, and the same was true on a soul level.

But as Lin En's voice came, her expression froze instantly.

"Those whose names are called, stay. I will cast a protection spell on you. Starting tomorrow, I will cast the spell on everyone in the auditorium until everyone is finished."

Lynn's eyes moved around the auditorium, intriguing.

Chapter 69: Piercing the Clouds

When Lockhart woke up from his deep coma, the Dueling Club had already ended and he was in a hospital bed in the school hospital.

In the darkness of night, there were only him and the petrified Colin Clevede in the huge school hospital.

The red color that was engraved deep in his soul before he fell into a coma made him feel fear all the time.

Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes. Lying alone on the bed, he felt only darkness in front of him.

Even the excruciating pain that felt like my entire body was shattered was nothing compared to the tearing pain in my heart at this moment.

This is the greatest shame in his life.

Thinking back to his previous boasting with Dumbledore and his self-promotion in front of hundreds of young wizards, he felt more desperate than ever.

The two soft fists were clenched tightly, and the well-trimmed nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and he was unaware of the blood seeping out.

He had been successful since graduation, claiming credit for one heroic deed after another, and never imagined that he would end up like this.

He had no awareness of the humiliation he had brought upon himself, only infinite hatred, which he poured out on everyone involved.

Just like his resentment towards that gossip reporter named Rita Skeeter.

Jealousy, resentment, anger, shame... countless emotions intertwined in his eyes, condensing into a complex black.

The mournful roar like a dying beast echoed in the school hospital and finally slowly dissipated.

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Lockhart was howling like a defeated dog in the school hospital. On the other side, in the Slytherin dormitory, another frustrated person was also struggling.

In the quiet dormitory late at night, the illusory soul condensed into the appearance of Tom Riddle at the age of sixteen.

This is also the true form of his remnant soul.

In the face of his own immortality and power, he never cared about so-called bloodline, although he fanatically worshipped pure blood that he did not have.

After leaving Malfoy, he sneaked into the body of a mediocre third-year witch nearby. He wanted to keep a low profile and take advantage of the young wizard's panic, but he never expected to encounter a huge obstacle at the first stop.

He originally wanted to find out the details of Professor Eric, who had frightened the previous host Malfoy, but he saw a powerful force that he could not resist.

He is just a soul and is much more sensitive than any other life.

In the face of this unleashed and shocking force, he was nothing more than a small boat in the storm.

Even more unfortunate was the fact that the little girl he possessed was on the list before the get out of class ended.

Although he forcibly controlled this fragile soul and prevented her from causing any waves or being discovered, he now faced the biggest problem.

Just as he had leaned over Ginny earlier, he was stopped.

The faint light of Rune was like a suit of armor draped over the little wizard's soul. Although it could not completely prevent him from moving, it did pose many obstacles.

Considering the time and effort, it's simply not worth it.

"Ancient magic... and being able to use it so many times in a row... what a weird bastard! Damn it!"

He was so angry that he could only clench his fists in vain and curse under his breath.

At the age of sixteen, he felt the anger that his powerful original body had erupted eleven years ago.

The invincible Dark Lord had also encountered several such moments of frustration and powerlessness.

Although he was angry, he was cunning by nature and was very clear about his current situation.

Don't waste your time on this girl.

He must act quickly to find those students who have not yet been sheltered, racing against time.

His sinister eyes swept over the sleeping girl, and he raised his fingertips to erase all of her memories of him.

As a master at playing with souls, few people dare to say that they can surpass him in this field.

Even though he here only has the memory, vision and skills of a sixteen-year-old, and even his magic power has only been slightly restored.

A chilly wind blew, and the tattered diary was carried away by the wind, disappearing into the dim Slytherin common room.