Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"You've saved my life several times before, why are you being so polite to me? You're scolding me - you should really ask Fei Gao to show mercy later."

Victor said with a grin as he raised his fist and hit Lynn's chest, then he saw Dumbledore who came in later.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." His smile faded and he greeted politely but somewhat distantly.

"Long time no see, Victor." Dumbledore smiled gently, and three cups of butterbeer floated behind him. "It has delayed us for a while. I think we need to replenish some calories."

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"You mean to say that Voldemort murdered a dozen wizards in one go in order to repair their souls?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened. "I have never heard that he has such evil and horrible magic."

"When he was sixteen, he already had the ability to rob wizards of their vitality." Lin En said calmly, "But this also shows that he has a certain sense of urgency and must recover as soon as possible."

He looked at Dumbledore meaningfully.

Both he and Dumbledore knew that there was some subtle connection between Voldemort himself and the Horcruxes.

"You mean, the diary?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Maybe, because I thought I would have to wait a few more months." Lynn nodded, "Victor, tell me the details."

"That person was in a very bad state. Although the signs of violence were very concealed, it was clear that it was not his work, but that of another person."

Victor drank it all in one gulp and said firmly, "Bellatrix Lestrange. Fee's judgment is correct."

"This woman has disappeared for so many years, and now her master has finally been found." Lin En sneered, "That's good, it saves me from digging three feet underground. Thanks Victor, tell me the location, we'll set off now."

"Lynn, there's a blizzard in the north." Victor pointed out the window. "Let alone Apparition, even walking could be dangerous. It's best to set off tomorrow morning. I've already planned the route, and they can't escape."

"It's because of the snowstorm, Victor." Lin En patted his shoulder. "This is my home ground, and their vigilance must be the lowest."

“You…” Victor looked at Lynn helplessly, knowing that he couldn’t persuade him, so he took out the parchment.

"They are in this abandoned ranger camp... Don't you really need me to lead the way?"

"No need, you did a great job this time. The rest will be left to our greatest white wizard."

With a carefree smile, Lin En stood up, looked at Dumbledore, and walked out the door first.

After a long time, the magic fluctuations of the two people had disappeared, and Victor smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sure enough, I should have found Fei earlier... I'm going to be scolded again."

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As the night deepened, heavy snow fell across the hills.

As Victor said, polar blizzards are extremely dangerous and the power of nature is unstoppable.

But this does not apply to the two people in the mountains.

The falling ice and snow, the howling wind, the wrath of nature seemed to retreat.

To be precise, it means to take a detour towards young people who are strolling in the garden.

In Northern Europe, the source of Rune magic, the power of Rune magic has reached a new level.

"What outstanding magic, Lynn," Dumbledore praised softly.

Lin En said reservedly: "It's just another form of Ice Rune, and it's not my creation, but Fei's."

"Miss Fox has indeed received Merlin's blessing." Dumbledore raised his head, looked forward, and said with emotion, "Rune magic has so many wonderful uses, it's amazing."

In his sight, a light golden shadow was leading the way.

"Although there is no superiority or inferiority in magic itself, there are indeed many aspects of ancient magic that are worth learning from, such as hunting."

Lynn nodded, an old magic book appeared in his left hand, and the wand was gently held.

"Principal, the prey is not far away. Maybe we can give him an early Christmas present."

A tattered page of a book flew into the air, shining with golden light.

In an instant, all the dark clouds in the sky dissipated.

The previous second there was still howling wind and heavy snow, and the next second, the restless wind and snow had disappeared.

Under the brilliant starlight, the camp standing in the mountains came into view.

"Of course, that's exactly what we're here for."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, raising the Elder Wand above his chest.

The surging magic power rushed forward like a tidal wave.

Without any hidden intentions, the strongest wizard and the strongest wand joined hands to send a clear signal.

Chapter 81: Crush You in the Most Un-Wizarding Way

In the dilapidated wooden house, a ragged and emaciated woman was using her magic to make a green bonfire burn more vigorously.

In the flames, a being that looked like a ball of flesh with only a face slowly opened its eyes.

The profound and evil magic pulls the souls of those who died unjustly, like an invisible mill, grinding them into powder, turning them into the purest soul fragments, nourishing the broken wandering souls that have been broken to the extreme.

After experiencing another disastrous defeat at Hogwarts, Voldemort's soul was severely damaged as Quirrell was reduced to ashes. He had to fight for his life and run to the deserted snowy place to linger on.

Here, he met his most loyal servant, Bellatrix Lestrange.

This woman, who had almost completely lost her beautiful youthful appearance due to years of escape and black magic experiments, brought him a vital magic at the cost of her own lifespan.

Using the souls of the dead as nourishment helps him quickly recover his strength.

Such evil power will naturally not be without cost.

The struggle when the soul is broken will explode with astonishing power, and each time it will bring irreversible trauma to both the caster and the recipient.

This would be far more painful than natural recovery, and would make his soul, which was already weakened by multiple splits, even worse.

But he had no choice.

At his weakest moment, he suddenly discovered that he could sense the Horcrux into which he had initially invested the most soul.

And…it revived.

As the only Horcrux with independent consciousness, it is the product of the most dangerous experiment in his life.

It also carries the greatest ambition.

At that time he didn't know the trick of splitting the soul and including consciousness in it.

By the time he realized the danger, the split was complete and could not be reversed.

He could only seal the diary and give it to a trusted servant for careful safekeeping.

However, this most dangerous Horcrux that was supposed to be sealed was quietly unsealed and revived after nearly fifty years.

He reappears in Hogwarts Castle with all the memories and knowledge of a sixteen-year-old.

He is both a memory of Voldemort and an independent being, and stronger than expected.

Maybe even... he could become a new Voldemort.

This made the broken body feel a great crisis.

He had no choice but to take the risk and attempt it, risking exposure and further injury.

Once again playing with the feelings of the soul and the Grim Reaper.

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More than a dozen souls shattered one after another and merged into Voldemort's soul.

His strength grew stronger and his aura became stable again.

"Owner……"

Bella called out to him weakly but joyfully. The spell she had just cast had left her exhausted and her soul weak.

But as he watched Voldemort's soul gradually recover, this loyal servant who had been displaced for more than ten years was so excited that he burst into tears.

Even Voldemort, who had no idea what love was, could clearly feel the loyalty and affection of this woman, and sense the touch deep in his soul.

A hazy black shadow emerged from the soul and gently touched Bella's shoulder.

"Bellatrix, your loyalty will be--Dumbledore!!!!"

The solemn promise was broken by the sudden shock.

The familiar magical vibration made him quickly realize the identity of the visitor.

The emerald green fire of black magic was extinguished in an instant, and anger, fear, anxiety...all kinds of emotions turned into hoarse roars.

Countless dark shadows swept Bella up and broke through the roof which was already in danger in the snow and wind.

Under the night sky, Voldemort and his most loyal servants met two late-night visitors.

I also saw the blazing magic fire.

"Kennaz!"

"boom--"

With a shocking explosion, Lynn sent early Christmas greetings to his "old friends" whom he had not seen for many years.

A wooden house that was completely burned by the Rune Fire, and countless black magic materials were buried in the flames.

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In the face of the anti-Apparition spell cast by Dumbledore himself, escape was no longer a luxury.

Voldemort, filled with anger and fear, didn't even have time to cast a spell on Lynn. The water ball containing countless magical powers tightly wrapped his broken soul and body, and pulled him into the deep forest hundreds of meters away.

His eyes emitted a blood-red light, as if he wanted to tear Dumbledore and Lynn apart together, but he could only be pulled away in vain.

"Tom, I haven't seen you for so many years. I want to catch up with you." Dumbledore said lightly, "So, let's not disturb the two old friends over there."

"Dumbledore——"

Voldemort roared, and dark magic power surged out of his body wildly, attacking the water prison that bound him.

"boom--"

Water splashed everywhere and a majestic fire dragon shuttled through the forest.

Voldemort, fully aware of his situation, had no intention of sparing his magic power. He released a Fiery Fire Curse that was as powerful as his peak period, almost burning his soul, and killed Dumbledore.

But it was in vain.

Faced with the fierce fire that seemed to burn everything, Dumbledore simply raised his wand, and a light blue circle of light enveloped the flames and the two of them.

The magic power was surging, spells were flying across each other at a rapid speed, and the entire forest seemed to be reduced to ashes in the duel between the two most powerful wizards in the world.

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On the other side, in an abandoned camp, flames were blazing.

Bellatrix jumped down from the burning roof and landed heavily in the snow, looking at Lynn with gritted teeth.

"Lynn Eric!" She called out Lynn's name word by word, as if she wanted to tear him apart, "I should have killed you, the Mudblood, at all costs!"

"It's a pity you didn't do it." Lynn looked at her coldly, "Besides, you will soon be accompanied by your good-for-nothing husband and his stupid brother. That incompetent old man with no nose can't protect you, I said."

"How dare you insult the Lord... Ha! You said the same thing eleven years ago." The furious Bella suddenly calmed down, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, "But you can't do it, you can only watch your best friend lying in the hospital, and he will never get out!"

"If you tried to provoke me, then congratulations, you succeeded." Lynn raised his wand, "So, farewell, Bellatrix Lestrange, this family name will come to an end from now on."

"You're dreaming! Go to hell! Avada Kedavra!"

Bella, with a ferocious face, waved her wand vigorously, and dazzling green light shot out.

The dark glow mixed in with it, bringing an even more disgusting aura to the already gloomy spell.

She did not waste time in Azkaban. Although she was like a stray dog ​​and fled, she still studied the black magic fanatically and added dark spells to this extremely evil killing curse.

Not only that, during the time she found Voldemort's remaining soul, she was rewarded and personally taught by Voldemort.

It is no exaggeration to say that although her soul and body were slightly weak due to the spell and consumption just now, she was still undoubtedly the strongest among the Death Eaters at this moment.