Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The runes were broken, the light of the Rune was eroded by black magic, and the young wizards fell into darkness again.

After just a few seconds, the magic circle was activated and the faint light appeared again.

"I wanted you to be a spectator, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant." Tom raised his wand in anger. "In that case, lie down."

"Crucio!" he cried, loud and grim.

The invisible magic power cut through the space, causing him to reveal a cruel smile.

The feeling of despair was his nourishment from childhood to adulthood.

But his smile soon disappeared, because a tall purple cedar was rising from the ground, swallowing up the evil black magic without causing the slightest ripple.

At the same time, the same aura was boiling and growing in the center of the magic circle.

For the first time, he lost his confidence, turned his head away hesitantly, and a look of despair appeared on his face.

A white light glowed on each little wizard, faint but adding up over time.

Just when their souls were about to be completely eroded, the protective magic left in their minds revealed its true face.

It was a thriving world tree, with the strongest protection and purification, which completely destroyed his magic circle.

At the same time, invisible threads extend into the distance.

The World Tree is connected to a distant source of power.

"Lynn Eric..."

He shouted out the name that was haunting him like a ghost with resentment. Familiar magic, familiar magic, he already understood everything.

There is no magic circle, and no true Slytherin inheritance.

It’s better to say that there was nothing from the beginning to the end.

He could already feel an invisible hand hovering over his head, even more cold and ruthless than the Dumbledore he feared.

There was still fear on Andrew's face. He looked at the retreating basilisk, then lowered his head and stared at the badge on his chest.

The Purple Shirt Rune that brought him infinite sense of security was born here.

He murmured, "Professor...?"

The "secret" behind the badge is revealed.

The tension and confusion in my heart receded like the tide.

All the visions of death, destruction, and a broken future faded away, leaving only a clear picture.

"boom--"

A deafening explosion sounded, and the heavy door of the secret room shattered.

The inner and outer doors of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets met the same fate in just a short moment.

Rather than using tricks like Parseltongue to open the door, Lynn, who has the heritage of Hufflepuff and whose strength is rising steadily, obviously prefers the simple and rough way of opening the door.

"Tom, you don't really think you can keep me in the dark, do you?" The tall and straight figure walked out of the smoke, with a slight smile on his face. "Or do you think Dumbledore is really an old fool as foolish and incompetent as Dippet?"

"I do share that view on a lot of things, by the way."

As he spoke, his figure had already blocked the frightened Andrew.

"It's a pity that now it seems that you, a piece of trash, have not been able to find the true inheritance of Slytherin. It's really disappointing."

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Deep in the forbidden forest, the remaining snow and dead trees tell of the cruelty of the battle.

Lockhart ran wildly on the snow, emitting streaks of sharp red light, flying towards the fleeing Harry and Ron.

"You can't get away." Lockhart shouted incoherently, "Who would go to such a desolate place to save...!"

"Except your weapons!"

Before he could finish his words, a tricky red light came from under the trees in the distance, forcing him to dodge awkwardly.

Even though he had mastered powerful spells inspired by the dark arts, his unfamiliar skills made it difficult for him to unleash the true power of these spells.

He was able to handle the clumsy Acromantula, but was powerless against Harry and Ron, who had extraordinary fighting talents.

Harry dodged and moved through the woods. His body seemed built for a duel. He shook off the panic and quickly counterattacked.

Not far away, Ron was just as agile.

Even though his wand wasn't handy, he still found opportunities to attack Harry while he was trying to counterattack, hiding behind a tree and attacking with all his strength.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!"

The spell exploded at Lockhart's feet, knocking him to the ground and sending him tumbling into a snowdrift.

Under the stimulation of the ice and snow, he, who had already had most of his life force sucked away, felt weak for a moment, but as if he had burned the last potential of his life, he stood up again and roared like a devil: "Die! Thunderbolt explosion!"

A brilliant burst of fire exploded between Harry and Ron, and a large tree was blown to pieces.

Dead branches and broken wood flew everywhere, mixed with ice and snow.

The huge shock wave swept the two people more than ten meters away.

The strong shock made them dizzy and their wands flew out of their hands.

"Ron! Are you okay?!"

Harry fumbled for his glasses and rose shakily.

His forehead was bleeding, the result of being scratched by the broken wood.

"I...I'm fine! Harry, be careful!"

Ron also quickly stood up and picked up the wand that had fallen to the side, but his steps were unsteady and he sprained his ankle when he landed.

But he didn't care about all that and just shouted a warning.

Harry quickly lowered his head as the beam of light scraped across his scalp, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

"What a troublesome little devil..."

Lockhart came over with one footstep deep and one foot shallow, panting, his face pale.

But the magic in him became stronger, like his life was burning completely.

Seeing that he failed to kill Harry, he simply turned around and pointed his wand at the disabled Ron.

The unprecedented sense of power made him extremely confident, as if he was facing two lambs to be slaughtered.

However, just as he raised his wand, ready to end it all once and for all, an angry roar came from the dense forest in the distance.

"Get out of my way! Expelliarmus!"

A dazzling red light pierced the sky, rushing in from the darkness.

Even Harry and Ron failed to see clearly that the spell filled with anger and fear sank into Lockhart's chest.

The emaciated wizard flew away like an arrow and fell under a big tree.

Ron could guarantee that he had never found Percy's voice as pleasant as it did today, nor had he ever seen magic so timely and powerful.

A tall and thin figure came running from a distance and protected him behind him.

The not-so-broad back gave him an unprecedented sense of security.

"Don't even think about hurting anyone in front of me! Flip in mid-air! Get away from me, both of you!"

Percy, furious, chopped his wand down again, and Lockhart, who had just stood up, was rolled up and flipped rapidly in the air before he could find his wand.

"Confinement quickly!"

The pitch-black chains bound him tightly to the tree trunk the moment he landed, allowing the dry branches to pierce his body.

Spells flashed before Harry and Ron's eyes, and every explosion made them feel pain subconsciously.

"I didn't know Percy was so powerful..." Harry walked quietly to Ron's side and whispered.

Even though it was dark, he could still see Ron's face light up with pride - just like when Percy heard he got extra points in the summer.

"He is very powerful, unlike that bad guy Riddle!"

Ron leaned over Harry and limped forward.

Percy's body trembled slightly, and then the spell he blasted out became more fierce.

At first Lockhart was able to let out a few weak wails, but in a few seconds he fainted on the ground, breathing his last.

Heavy and dense footsteps came closer and closer.

Although a little late, reinforcements from Hogwarts Castle finally arrived.

The overall situation has been decided.

Chapter 109: Textbook Consciousness

Tom Riddle's heart sank to the bottom.

The magic circle that had cost countless efforts was wasted, and the ambition to replace the original body was completely shattered.

His face no longer had the gentleness of his student days. He stared at Lin En like a trapped beast with nowhere to go.

And the little wizards behind him.

"How dare you bring students here? Aren't you afraid that I will kill them all?!"

A great shame surged in his heart, and at this moment he understood Lockhart, who had been completely drained and turned into an abandoned child.

But Lynn didn't even bother to acknowledge him and simply waved her wand lightly.

The victims who were originally scattered everywhere flew up and landed behind Lin En.

An invisible barrier stretched across the center of the secret room, like two distinct ends.

Even the basilisk seemed to have encountered its natural enemy and huddled up cowardly.

"I'm sure Brian was wrong." Lynn walked to Andrew and said with relief, "Andrew, you will definitely be an outstanding Auror, just like your great-grandfather. I guarantee with my name that if he were still alive, he would be proud of your feat today."

Andrew looked at the familiar face following behind Lynn, and just said in a muffled voice, “I didn’t embarrass you this time…I did it.”

"Of course, you did better than anyone else. It was beyond my imagination." Lynn said seriously, and then pointed to the little wizards behind him, "Now, maybe you can join them and finish the first class of the new semester."

"Professor, I..." The words came to his lips, but he didn't know where to start, as if something was stuck in his chest.

"What are you still in a daze for? Come here!" Doris pretended to be angry, pulled him over, and pushed him to the front position.

He was greeted with warm looks and greetings from the club's young wizards.

"I...thank you." Andrew's vision was a little blurry. He wiped his eyes vigorously, straightened his back without hesitation, and raised his wand again.

On the other side of the barrier, Tom Riddle's anger reached the sky as he watched Lynn ignore him.

What made him most angry was that Lin En, who had great magical powers, was not a big deal, but even those childish little kids behind him dared to look down on him.

Such contempt made the great Lord Voldemort look like a monkey in a circus.

"Eric! You arrogant bastard! Who do you think you're fighting?! Avada Kedavra!"

He roared and raised his wand, and a fierce green light shot out, penetrating the barrier and heading straight for Draco Malfoy who was lying flat on the ground with multiple fractures all over his body.

What responded to him was an even more devious green light.

The momentum is unstoppable.

Under Tom's horrified gaze, his killing curse collapsed the moment it made contact, and a lightning-fast light instantly fell on him.

"boom"

The curse exploded, leaving a terrible gap in his chest. Although he was only a soul and would not die, the tearing pain still made him feel like he was falling into the abyss.

"Don't be so boastful when you speak, Tom. It only shows your weakness." Lynn put away his wand as if nothing had happened and chuckled. "I do hate the Dark Arts, but I never said I can't use it, right?"

"Lynn Eric...I will definitely kill you! And these stupid students!"

Tom's voice was filled with pain and hatred. His solid soul almost disintegrated, revealing the diary that was protected on his chest.

Lin En's smile slowly faded, and a chilling murderous intent loomed.

"You wouldn't dare say such things at seventy, Tom."