Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Ancient Egypt, ancient Greece and distant Persia even contain some elements of even older ancient civilizations, but they do not appear abrupt or weird, but instead have a unique harmony.

In the center of the hall stands a solitary grave with no words on it. Even the stone slab of the tombstone cannot withstand the test of time. It is out of tune with everything around it, like some kind of "accidental loss."

Behind the tombstone, near the deepest part of the hall, there is a giant statue.

It is about ten meters high and just stands there quietly, like the center and focus of the world.

"This guy looks..."

Bill raised his head with great effort and looked at the expressive and delicate face from afar.

Every line is extremely delicate, even the details of the eyebrows and eyes are lifelike.

Even if one looks at it with the most critical eyes, one must admit that this is an extremely handsome middle-aged man. However, he does not have the elegant temperament, but is full of heroism. Even though he is just a statue, it is full of the smell of war and gunpowder.

Especially those eyes made of huge gems, which seemed to be cast with some kind of magic. They were still bright and sharp after thousands of years. At first glance, it seemed as if there was really a giant staring at him.

A line of words constructed by magic appeared on his chest, flashing brightly.

It was written in the Phoenician alphabet, which was older than Greek, and contained his name.

【Hail Wave】

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"It seems that Mr. Herpo's self-perception is quite different from the description of him in the History of Magic textbook. But he is very similar to Slytherin in one respect - they both like to make their statues very big and are quite narcissistic."

After quietly looking at Helbo's face for a moment, Lynn smiled, turned his head and raised his wand above his head.

"I'm sorry, I still prefer ordinary flames to fierce fire. The will of the living is always higher than that of the dead. Forgive me for offending you, but all the curses are over!"

The crimson light spread instantly, and the fierce fire on the wall was extinguished.

"I think so too. The flames are blazing!"

Euphemia drew out her wand in tacit understanding and lit the torch again with a wave of her hand.

The breath of black magic was dispelled, and the warm light and heat returned, making people feel comfortable.

The tall statue stares ahead silently.

The words on the chest gradually faded, and even the jewel eyes gradually lost most of their luster, becoming ordinary.

I don't know if it was protesting silently or consuming its remaining magic power, but it was probably the latter.

Time is fair, no one can escape it.

It would be the same even if he was the first dark wizard in history to be famous and dominate his contemporaries.

"Gudu..."

Bill swallowed hard and touched his hair which was wet with sweat without him noticing.

"Is this the Despicable Herpo? No wonder there's such a big basilisk outside... But why does he have such a crypt in Egypt? He must be a wizard from ancient Greece."

Everything that happened today has completely refreshed the cognition of this top student and also completely aroused his curiosity.

"It seems that there are still many incomplete parts in our history of magic—if this is indeed his tomb, but it may not be."

Lynn reached out to stop Euphemia, walked forward alone, slowly walked to the wordless tombstone, and looked at it carefully.

"The tombstone is blank, but the statue is signed... If this is not an unnecessary show-off, then it is a suspicious tomb. Or... does he really have the ambition to let future generations comment on him?"

Lin En's fingertips gently touched the mottled stone tablet, stroking the lines left by the years, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

This was a notorious dark wizard, and even his tomb was guarded by basilisks and inferi.

"He's also a weird guy, but since I'm in a good mood, I'll satisfy you."

Magic power gathered at his fingertips, with a faint smile on his lips, Lin En wrote on the tombstone stroke by stroke.

【Despicable Helpo】

This is the final conclusion from later generations.

"Om-"

When the last stroke was made, the magnificent palace began to tremble slightly, and the grave behind the tombstone slowly rose.

A small wooden box emerged from the ground.

Chapter 142: Dream of Eternal Life

"Lynn, be careful! Protect everyone!"

The moment the tombstone began to shake, Euphemia, who was always on guard, shouted loudly, rushed forward in two steps at a time, and protected Lynn.

The clear magic barrier blocks all fluctuations and shocks, conveying a reassuring sense of heaviness.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. There's nothing really dangerous here—even if there was, it would have been destroyed long ago."

Patting Euphemia's arm comfortingly, Lynn stood up with the help of the tombstone and looked up at the wooden box in front of him.

Through the perception of magic, he could clearly sense the two magic items in the box.

A colorful ruby, its magic is already very complicated, as if it may collapse at any time.

There is also a dagger made entirely of gold and inlaid with countless gems of different sizes, which still glows faintly.

But under the lifted ground, there was no coffin.

This might be a suspicious tomb, or maybe...

"The place where the Horcruxes are buried? Such a big scene, more ostentatious than Tom's." Lynn drew out his wand and protected Euphemia behind him. "But you do have the qualifications. Excuse me, but you are torn into pieces!"

"Click"

The wooden box of unknown material shattered, and the two objects moved with Lin En's levitation spell and landed steadily on the base of the statue.

"Eivaz!"

Strong magical power descended from the sky and transformed into the shadow of the World Tree, enveloping it.

No matter what means are used, as long as the magic power is not as good as Lin En's, there is absolutely no possibility of causing trouble.

Bill, who was proficient in detection magic, stepped forward, muttering something, and lines of advanced spell-breaking magic flashed continuously.

Only after a long while, when neither the gem nor the dagger showed any reaction, did he stop casting the spell.

"Make sure it's safe and free of curses or other dark magic." He said breathlessly, with slight sweat on his forehead, obviously very tired.

But as he saw the treasure that was obviously not an ordinary thing right in front of him, the excitement in his eyes was beyond words.

"There is indeed no black magic, but..." Euphemia pondered for a moment and turned to look at Lin En.

Lynn nodded. "They are inoperable Horcruxes, Bill. Stay away from them, especially the gem."

"What...Okay!" Bill, who had been thinking of picking up the dagger to admire it, was shocked when he heard this. He quickly withdrew and stepped back, returning to the two men in three steps.

Just at this moment, a wisp of mist rose from the mottled gems and slowly condensed into shape, like the ghost in Hogwarts Castle, but far less clear.

Neither the face can be seen clearly, nor is there any stable shape.

"What a smart and perceptive child...it would be better if he wasn't so mean..."

A faint voice came from the soul, speaking in ancient Phoenician, slowly and softly.

With every word spoken, the trembling of the soul became more intense, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Are you Herbo?" Lin En's face was as gloomy as water. He held Euphemia's right hand, tapped her palm lightly, and walked forward alone.

"Yes and no. I am not the real Helpo, only his memory - an incomplete memory."

As if sensing Lin En's little movement, the misty white fog changed again.

"You don't have to be so cautious. As you can see, I will soon be destroyed and return to the grave - just like the Horcrux."

The diffuse mist quickly gathered and eventually formed a palm-sized figure.

His features and clothing were exactly the same as those of the statue that was over ten meters tall. It was none other than the legendary dark wizard, the despicable Herpo.

"When facing a wizard as powerful as you, one can never be too cautious, right?"

With more than a dozen floating cannons floating behind him and a magic wand in his hand, Lin En did not relax or slack off at all.

"Indeed, I would do the same if I were you," Helbo said with a smile, "Your Phoenician is very standard."

This time he used English.

“Thanks for the compliment, your language magic is also amazing.” Lynn replied politely, but his eyes were more serious.

Behind him, Euphemia had already escorted Bill out of the hall, then returned alone, wand raised, on full alert.

"You said you are Helpo's memory and not a Horcrux. How do you prove it? According to records, Horcruxes are immortal." She asked warily.

"I guess it's only fair that after I answer your questions, you answer one of mine as well?"

Helpo did not answer Euphemia directly, but floated into the air and met Lynn's eyes.

"My question is, why do you call me [Despicable Helpo]?"

"This is recorded in the history of magic, perhaps because you are one of the earliest dark wizards." Lynn said without any personal feelings.

"Okay... now it's my turn to answer." Helpo looked a little regretful. "I don't know what fantasies you have about Horcruxes, but immortality never exists."

"Oh?"

Lynn was a little surprised, but not surprised.

Because there are living examples around him.

Nico, who took the elixir, is still aging - just at an extremely slow rate.

Although Voldemort will not die with the Horcrux, each split and disintegration will cause irreversible damage.

"Horcruxes can transcend time, but souls cannot." Helbo pointed at the golden dagger on the base of the statue, "It was my former Horcrux and also my weapon."

"Since it's not for eternal life, then what did you get from the Horcrux?" Lin En asked in a deep voice.

"One more chance, in a protracted war." Helpo said without hesitation, "My soul is split in two, and I who died will have a chance to be resurrected."

He seemed to have expected this. "But I didn't use it. This piece of soul died naturally. So I am left with a broken memory as a trace of my existence."

Euphemia looked at him doubtfully.

"Human life is short and fragile. Even with Horcruxes, it's not as good as many dead things. This is regrettable." Helbo sighed, "Even memories are the same. I'm about to disappear."

In just a few moments, the ruby ​​dimmed a bit.

After thousands of years of consumption, it is almost completely depleted, with only one tenth of its magic power remaining.

Even if it is sealed, destruction is only a matter of time.

Compared to the Horcrux, this ruby ​​that carries memories is precious, but it is not on the same level.

"Thanks for your answer, Mr. Helpo." Lin En said with a smile, "A great wizard once said that death is the beginning of a new adventure. Please rest in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was ready to leave, ignoring the golden dagger.

"Wait a minute, young man." Helpo said in surprise, "Is there nothing you want to know? Like my magic and Horcruxes?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in the Dark Arts, or Horcruxes." Lynn stopped and said calmly, "Or, can you give me some other knowledge and information in exchange for my knowledge?"

His smile was meaningful.

Chapter 143 False God and Showdown

"I..." Hailbo was speechless and couldn't say anything.

Even if it was just a memory, he was a projection of Helpo himself. When he was alive, no wizard had ever spoken to him in such an attitude and tone, and expressed his disapproval in his words and deeds.

The soul was floating, and a bit of confusion appeared on the calm face.

Shaking his head, he said helplessly, "I do want to know something. What do you want to know? Maybe we can exchange."

"I want to know why you, a Greek, would build a tomb of this style in Egypt." Lin En said leisurely, "In exchange, I can answer one of your questions within a certain range."

He took control of the topic without being hasty or slow.

"My memory is incomplete, and what I know is not comprehensive." Haierbo said slowly, "But I have been to many places, including Egypt, of course. This desert is full of charm."