Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Back then, at the age of sixteen, he already possessed powers that were beyond the reach of most wizards.

The Slytherin heritage, the study of the Dark Arts, and the exquisite conventional magical skills made him almost as good as most professors in the academy.

In fact, with the powerful force of black magic, even many professors may be defeated by his wand and die.

If Dumbledore hadn't been there, he would have been able to cause trouble decades ago.

Now that he has made a comeback and absorbed a large amount of vitality and the shattered soul of another historical self, he is much stronger than when he was alive.

Although his knowledge and skills of magic were still limited, this surging magical power was beyond the reach of the sixteen-year-old him.

But now, he, who is so powerful, has no ability to fight back.

Not only was his proud killing curse defeated head-on, but even his own body was out of control. He could only bow to the opponent in an orderly manner to complete his duel ritual.

The terrifying imprisonment magic that was obviously derived from ancient times must have left some kind of backup in his soul - he thought so, but he had no choice but to raise his wand.

This time, he really felt like a monkey in a circus.

Or maybe… magical creatures in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Or in the Chamber of Secrets of our ancestor Salazar Slytherin.

But he was not blinded by anger, but regained his sanity immediately, just like he chose to disguise and lie dormant for a long time when facing Dumbledore.

Although the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle did not have Voldemort's magical powers, he had a clear mind, which was a blessing in disguise.

Now, he has not yet gone mad due to excessive black magic experiments and soul splitting - although he has also been affected by the residual soul and become fanatical and radical.

But after all his plans were specifically cracked, he still did not give up, but instead looked for possibilities to escape.

Even if it's tiny.

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If Severus Snape is the person who knows Voldemort best in the world, then Lynn would probably be among the top three on the list.

Including the long dormant period when he traveled around the world, and the dark wizards he had come into contact with who are still alive today.

From the voluntary or involuntary accounts told by these people, he had a fairly in-depth understanding of the young Voldemort, and he would never be careless because of his youth.

Especially after his power had surged for unknown reasons.

But no matter how cautious one is, in the face of the absolute gap in strength, the outcome is no doubt about to happen.

Compared to Bellatrix, who is over 40 years old, has been practicing the dark arts for decades, and was taught by Voldemort himself, the little Tom in front of him is still inferior.

And opponents of this level are just at the level that Lin En is best at dealing with.

Appreciating the despair on Tom's face, he turned to his student and said leisurely: "This may be the only chance in your life. After all, there is only one sixteen-year-old Dark Lord."

"So, in this class, I will teach you a lot of things, so pay attention." In the warm light, he waved his wand at Tom, "You can attack now, Tom. If you still want to leave here alive, you'd better seize the last chance."

The smile on his face was calm and confident, with a hint of playfulness.

Although Tom knew his situation, he had no choice.

"You asked for this, Eric..." He said gloomily, and his nearly disintegrated soul condensed again, just like an ordinary person, "Heart-piercing!"

Invisible magical waves entangled in the air, instantly crossing the distance between each other.

"The Cruciatus Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses. It directly affects the human soul and causes the recipient to feel piercing pain all over the body. The specific power depends on the caster's magical power and evil intentions. It is a typical black magic."

Lynn waved his wand nonchalantly, and the magic in the air suddenly disappeared, and the concise narration reached the ears of the little wizards.

"This is a means of torture, and it is also an important means of restriction when you are outnumbered. However, the premise is that the magic power of both parties is not much different, and the caster has pure malice. If you cast it on me, the situation will probably be similar to a mosquito bite."

As he spoke, he simply blocked lightly without using any magic spells, and easily resolved little Tom's attack.

Neville's face was struggling, and he held the wand tightly in his hand.

Beside him, Luna was acutely aware of this, and gently pulled his arm, whispering words of comfort.

"I don't like this way of fighting, because it's not the right way for wizards. It's just a shortcut." Lin En turned his head and looked at the students with different expressions. "The real fighting method of wizards is much more complicated than this, but the essence remains the same."

He looked at Tom who was attacking frantically again, "It can be divided into the following categories."

"First, to fight strength with strength and crush the opponent with overwhelming magic power. This is the standard fighting style of Salazar Slytherin. Nito! Hagraz!"

Shining golden light burst out from the rune symbol and swept over with overwhelming force, instantly defeating Tom's defense and tying him up like a dumpling with invisible chains.

"But this method of fighting is not very effective against opponents of equal strength. So Slytherin was slightly at a disadvantage in the duel against his best friend Gryffindor, after all, he didn't know rune magic."

Lin En shook his head regretfully. He also liked this simple and rough fighting method, but his magic power was far less powerful than those of several top wizards.

"Secondly, defeat the enemy with cleverness, make full use of the environment and the endless spells, highlight intelligence advantages and multiple means. This is the battle method of the wise Rowena Ravenclaw."

The chains on Tom's body turned into magic and dissipated, and colorful spells followed one after another.

Not only was the little wizard stunned, even the well-read Tom was unable to cope with it.

There were both common magic transformations and ancient magic that he had never seen before. Some were powerful, some were tricky, some were real, and some were unreal, making it hard to keep up.

He just regained his freedom and instantly threw away his wand. His soul was riddled with holes, and even the diary hidden on his chest was hit by the spell that penetrated the soul. Although it was not serious, Tom's face turned ashen.

"The advantage of this method is that it is hard to defend against, but its weakness is that it is difficult to defeat in one fell swoop. When facing an opponent of equal strength, you can only use your strength to consume them or look for flaws."

The stormy attack subsided in an instant, and before little Tom could come to his senses, his wand had reappeared in his palm.

"Avada Kedavra! I'm going to kill you, Eric!"

The huge feeling of humiliation made him blast out a killing curse beyond his limit, and the surface of the green light was filled with deep darkness.

But Lin En seemed to have predicted it. He dodged it easily with a flash and rushed to the nearby side with big strides. Even the sound he made was a beat slower.

"Third, win by force. Fight with the opponent in close combat and determine the winner by reaction ability in a life-or-death contest. This is Godric Gryffindor's unique skill and the best way to narrow the magic power gap."

With his palms open, a fire snake flew out from the Kenaz symbol and hit Tom's soul, knocking the wand in his hand away again. Lynn then stepped forward and his attack was like mercury pouring out of the ground.

There are no complicated spells, only simple, direct and powerful duel magic.

Compared to Ravenclaw's ever-changing tactics, Gryffindor's tactics are more like simple and unsophisticated tactics.

"This tactic has equally obvious advantages and disadvantages. It is the most dangerous way of fighting for wizards. Even the best duelists will not try it easily." After knocking Tom away again, Lynn said solemnly.

In front of the young wizards from various academies, he commented on the three founders without any hesitation.

The surging magic power was unleashed at will, and the young Dark Lord, who was enough to scare most wizards, was nothing more than a flattened toy in his hands, without the slightest ability to fight back.

It was not the profound and easy-to-understand approach in class, nor the brief and concise approach in the duel. In this battle with Voldemort, Lin En fully demonstrated the foundation he had accumulated over more than a decade.

The little wizards present were so shocked that they were speechless, their eyes were full of shock, longing, and deep thought.

The three founders are the three most mainstream fighting methods of contemporary wizards. Each of them is a broad road that is enough for all wizards to work hard and explore throughout their lives.

And not only have their professors made achievements in every field, they can even demonstrate them visually in actual combat with such powerful opponents.

This gave them a whole new understanding of the caliber of professors.

Tom, another witness of the battle, felt only tormented by a life worse than death.

Even in front of Dumbledore back then, he had never felt such contempt.

The great Dark Lord actually became a target of display. He was defeated again and again, and his wand was sent back again and again to continue this humiliating duel.

He roared continuously and fought back like crazy. The despair of being unable to live or die made this sixteen-year-old soul unable to remain dormant and endure, and the dark side of his heart completely erupted.

Evil and powerful black magic was blasted out one after another, even including the fierce fire that showed some signs of reaching its peak.

But in front of Lynn, this was all in vain.

With just a casual "All curses are over", he easily cast out this ultimate dark magic counter-spell that originally required the joint efforts of several powerful wizards, and eliminated the Fiendfair and other curses together, as if they had never appeared.

Under the gaze of the ancestral statues and the college emblem, Tom was completely helpless.

But Lin En had no intention of taking action to completely kill him. Instead, he slowed down his attack, allowing the dissipated soul to re-condense and giving him a chance to catch his breath.

In the crowd, Cedric asked loudly: "Professor, now that you have shown the fighting methods of the three founders, what about Ms. Hufflepuff?"

Tom was horrified to find that there was a hint of light in Lynn's eyes.

He waited for the expected question.

The breath of death slowly brewed and lingered.

Chapter 112 The End of the Diary

Cedric's problem is every Hufflepuff's problem, especially Boyce's.

Although this Hufflepuff prefect who is best at dueling and actual combat feels that Gryffindor's fighting method is more suitable for him, he is also full of expectations and imagination about the power of the founder of the academy.

It's just that he was a step slower than Cedric, immersed in the afterglow of magic and unable to extricate himself.

"Cedric asked a very good question. This is exactly the most important topic for today." Lynn said happily, "Compared with the three great wizards who have paved their own paths, Ms. Helga Hufflepuff is just like our college, knowledgeable and low-key."

Being able to destroy the Dark Lord's Horcrux in another founder's private reserve with the skills of a great Hufflepuff lady is an honor that would make even Lynn excited.

He raised his wand, and the phoenix feathers on the wand core also sensed his mood, spitting out bright sparks in response to him.

"The power of a Hufflepuff lady is not a shortcut to the top, but an upright road that everyone can walk on," he said proudly.

It is not as grand as Slytherin, not as unique as Ravenclaw, and not as fierce as Gryffindor, but it is subtle and silent.

"Ms. Hufflepuff's mind is as vast as her magic. She focuses on a problem that each of us must face - how to use magic more efficiently. In this regard, she proposed four paths, which are also the paths to the top of the wizarding world in her eyes."

A circle of white flames seemed to rise from the ground around Tom out of nowhere, enveloping him.

"First, a wizard must be in telepathic communication with his wand. This is the only skill I have fully mastered so far."

The cry of a phoenix seemed to be heard from within the hawthorn tree, and a golden-red shadow flew out, passing through Tom's soul, like flames falling into ice and snow, burning his body and disintegrating it.

Tom wailed miserably, but he had no power to fight back and could only look on with resentment.

But Lin En had no intention of paying any attention to him, and continued: "Secondly, the skill of casting spells, using your magic power efficiently, and releasing the same spell with minimal consumption. I have not yet touched the realm of the lady, I hope you can understand and explore it on your own."

Golden and black magic ribbons spurted out from the tip of the wand. It was far less powerful than the previous cage and binding spells, but the effect was no less, binding Tom tightly and making him unable to move.

The wailing stopped abruptly.

“Third, we need to maintain the spell by leveraging the environment we are in and the ubiquitous wandering magic to continue our spell.” Lin En’s face was more solemn than ever before. He clenched the wand tightly, his facial muscles tensed, and his whole body was exerting slight strength.

There seemed to be sporadic points of light in the air, which then disappeared into the flames.

The white flames seemed to begin to turn translucent, and the fire became more intense, directly entangled Tom's body.

He shook his head vigorously, the only part of his head that could move, opened his mouth wide, and roared silently.

The soul that had been broken and condensed countless times ushered in an irreversible destruction. It seemed that even the soul was being completely destroyed, leaving no trace.

"Is this... a fire spell, or a fierce fire?" Doris asked in disbelief. She had never seen a fire that could destroy a soul.

“This is a fire spell, Doris. It’s not even its strongest form. I hope that one day you will truly explore its limits.” Lynn said softly, the smile on his face looking particularly bright in the light of the fire.

"As for the last skill," he lightly raised his wand, and the blooming flame flower slightly shrank, "Madam named it 'Strength and Weakness Follow Your Heart'. The previous three skills are all preparations for it. This is the ultimate state that wizards should pursue."

Before he finished his words, the flame that had just shrunk expanded again. This time, it no longer entangled, but completely enveloped Tom Riddle's broken soul.

"Ms. Hufflepuff doesn't have the powerful magic of Slytherin, nor the tricks of Ravenclaw, nor the heroic spirit of Gryffindor holding a sword in one hand and a cane in the other. But with her free control of magic, she is no less powerful than her best friend."

Lin En's eyes were full of respect and admiration. Over the past month, the more he read the founder's notes, the more he felt like a towering figure.

He didn't dare to judge which founder was the most powerful, but he was sure that Hufflepuff's knowledge was most suitable for him.

As a fellow climber to the peak of magic, he has great respect for his predecessors.

The flames that were powerful enough to burn everything burned on the floor of the secret room, but they did not damage anything here, just as they did not damage a single blade of grass or a single tree in Finland that day.

Tom's soul was disintegrating rapidly. The soul wrapped in the diary had lost the color of the flesh and returned to the silver-white color of the soul.

The heir of Slytherin is once again on his way to ruin.

In just a few seconds, Tom Riddle's soul and his consciousness disappeared into the diary.

Under the burning flames, this yellowed diary seemed extremely tenacious. The fluctuations of its magic power were even stronger than when it had a soul body, and it put up a desperate resistance.

Its pages flipped frantically, and a large amount of black mist poured out of it, resisting the burning and scorching of the flames, and trying to escape with its own body.

But it was in vain, because the flames released by Lynn were even more powerful than the Fiendfyre.

The black mist could only collapse and be annihilated in the face of flames.

Even though it absorbed the mental and magical powers of many wizards, including Lockhart, and was supplemented by the remnant soul of Voldemort, the diary was still water without a source.

It can only gradually weaken in the helpless impact.