Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Having said this, he paused, as if he was thinking, or organizing his words - or delaying time.

"I want to correct one of your statements. This is not a so-called suspicious tomb. I never joke about life and death."

“But your coffin is not here.” Lin En said. He knew that the other party was hiding something and scheming, but he didn’t care.

"Rather than a tomb, this is more like an underground warehouse where Horcruxes are hidden. It is heavily guarded. There are countless dark magics out there, and each one can kill someone."

"Because this is not only a tomb, but also the final battlefield I have chosen for myself. It is also a fortress."

"fortress?"

"Yes, I told you, I was at war."

Hailbo seemed a little tired. He fell on his ruby, and his misty soul began to become blurred.

"Everything you see is what I prepared for the final battle - but unfortunately most of it has already failed."

"I haven't heard of the war you mentioned." Lin En frowned. "Who is your opponent?"

Hailbo shook his head: "That's another question. I want to ask you, what exactly is a dark wizard?"

"Isn't it because of you that this word came about?" Euphemia blurted out, "along with your Basilisk, Fiendfyre, and Horcruxes."

"I am hearing this word for the first time," said Herpo. "Your history misunderstands me. I am not the creator of Fiendfyre, though I perfected it."

Lynn took out a copy of Bagshot's History of Magic from her bracelet and opened the chapter on ancient Greece.

It briefly but clearly records the life of Herbo and also contains an ugly portrait.

There was a hint of anger on Hailbo's face.

"This is not me at all!" He growled, "And the so-called black magic, white magic... Can magic that binds itself with rules and regulations win the war? Stupid!"

His rage was so intense that his soul began to tremble and the luster of the ruby ​​became dimmer.

It took him a long time to calm down, and he looked at the two of them with a little apology.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

"That's normal. If I saw myself being evaluated like this, I probably wouldn't be happy either." Lin En said gently, "After all, it was too long ago, and it was the Dark Ages. Now you should answer my question."

As he spoke, he looked around out of the corner of his eye and shook his head imperceptibly, which only Euphemia saw.

"Oh... oh, yes, that's right." Helpo was stunned and said, "Your history is incomplete. It lacks the war of our time - the war with a group of monsters who claim to be gods."

He shook his head in frustration. "Unfortunately, my memory is not complete. I don't know their specific situation. Hailbo's soul may know, but he was confused at the time."

"God?" Lin En held down Euphemia beside him and said in a serious tone, "This joke is not funny."

"There is no need for me to deceive you. It is difficult for lies to be hidden from your eyes." Haierbo said seriously, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Lin En said coldly: "There is no so-called God in this world, and there will never be one."

“Of course, they are nothing more than false gods with great power.” Hailbo nodded with a smile, not caring about Lin En’s gaze.

"That's why there is this war, and the magic I created for it. The basilisk, the Fiendfyre, the Horcrux, the dark magic that you dislike is my weapon."

"War justifies all means. Only by surviving can we discuss right and wrong, and only by surviving can we be qualified to bear the price."

His expression at this moment was quite similar to the giant statue next to him, full of righteousness.

But Lin En just looked at him without comment, with an expressionless face that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Hailbo was also a little confused, so he cleared his throat and said, "That's my answer. Now I have another question. Are there many excellent wizards like you two in the outside world?"

"This is the question you really want to ask, Mr. Helpo." Lin En showed a meaningful smile, "Wizards like us are rare in the outside world. Now you can rest assured, right? After dragging it on for so long, are you almost ready?"

"Is that so... Then I feel relieved." Haierbo nodded, "Thank you for your good words. I am almost ready."

The ethereal figure flew into the air, and the ruby ​​suppressed by the purple-robed shadow shattered silently and turned into countless powders.

"You are cautious and powerful, but your times are too peaceful and you are too confident in your own strength."

Absorbing all the remaining magic power of the gem, Helpo's figure quickly expanded and merged into the huge statue.

"I am indeed just a memory, but who says memories can't have a new life?"

The torches on the wall rekindled the dark fire, and the door of the hall closed again, blocking Bill out.

Statues, murals, fierce fire... everything in the hall seemed to be stirring, like a sleeping beast waking up.

"You are very confident too, Hailbo." Lynn stepped back slowly, his tone neither hurried nor slow.

Euphemia followed him silently, muttering something, and the rune symbol lit up on her palm.

"Never trespass into a wizard's private territory." The giant statue spoke with a majestic and powerful spirit, "Your history of magic is right - I am indeed despicable, but this is the only way to survive. Only by staying alive is everything."

"I will make good use of your body. You will reach the pinnacle of wizards with me, a height that even false gods have never reached." Helpo's tone became high-pitched and cold. "Remember my name, Son of Noyes, God-killer Helpo. You will become the nourishment of legends. This is your honor, and also the honor of magic."

Amid the violent tremors, the mural began to shake, and hundreds of warrior statues of the same shape took a step forward and launched a charge.

“I see…” Lin En shook his head regretfully. “I thought a wizard from more than 2,000 years ago would have some amazing ideas, but I didn’t expect them to be nothing more than this.”

"What did you say?! Do you think you can show off by killing a basilisk? Don't do it...!"

Hailbo's angry voice stopped abruptly.

The tall yew tree rises from the ground. It is obviously just one tree, but it seems to be two trees in one.

It was as if there was an invisible bridge connecting Lynn and Euphemia, blending their magic into one, making them inseparable.

The surging momentum broke through a certain limit.

The dangerous atmosphere hit Hailbo's heart.

"Do you think I'm defenseless, an old antique that should be in a museum?"

Chapter 144: Supreme Rune

"What on earth is this... Impossible! How can the northern barbarians have such power? This is impossible!"

Looking at the World Tree in front of him, Helpo was shocked and angry.

The surging magic power swept in all directions, completely suppressing the ultimate weapon that he was so proud of.

The giant tree that connects the worlds connects two wizards with similar minds, fusing magic and life.

This is the other side of the Purple Shirt Rune, and it is also the reason why it truly stands at the top of the Runes.

In an instant, the fierce fire was completely extinguished, and the torches were not spared, turning into charred wood chips that fell to the ground and turned into dust.

"The oldest dark wizard... the originator of dark magic... the prototype of the Dark Lord..." Lynn held Euphemia's hand and listed Helbo's titles one by one. "These titles may make you really think that you are also a Dark Lord."

"But who told you that ancient equals powerful?"

The cold eyes seemed to see through the barrier of black stone and take in the hidden soul.

The old magic book had floated into the air at some point, and the pages were turning, emitting a terrifying aura.

This is a power that Helpo does not know.

"Since you want to fight me, I will grant you this honor - at the cost of your life."

The muzzle of the floating gun glowed, like a crystal thread, building a shining cage.

【Bound Rune Nito】

The special floating cannon that can only be used by Lynn and Euphemia is revealed for the first time. This is a rune magic that only they have engraved on it.

Invisible shackles are wrapped around every warrior statue that stands up to charge, binding them tightly in place - it is worth mentioning that their shapes are exactly the heavy infantry, the citizen force that ancient Greece was proud of.

The relationship and interaction between mortals and wizards seemed to be closer and more frequent in ancient times.

But now is not the time for research.

"Kennaz!"

Euphemia's eyes were filled with murderous intent, her wand drew a deadly arc, and pale fire spread along the walls of the hall.

"bang"

"Boom bang bang..."

Like the falling of dominoes, hundreds of stone sculptures with powerful magical powers exploded and shattered like living targets before they could form a formation, and turned into ashes in the flames.

"This is... Fiendfyre? No, that's not right! What did you do?! Assholes!"

Hailbo lowered his head in disbelief and roared at the top of his lungs.

He couldn't believe that the battle formation that he had painstakingly built more than two thousand years ago would be easily destroyed - before it could even truly demonstrate its power.

He couldn't believe that the two young men in front of him, who seemed to him to be immature, could burst out with such power.

This was more terrifying than the scene he had seen through the basilisk's eyes before, and more terrifying than the rune magic he knew.

Not even in the same dimension.

"You should feel honored, Herpo." Lynn smiled sarcastically and repeated his previous words, "This is a gift we prepared for the Dark Lord. I'm sorry to let you enjoy it first."

"Don't waste your time with him, Lynn." Euphemia said in a cold tone, "Kill this guy who deserves to die."

"Your will, my beautiful lady." Lynn smiled and raised his wand, issuing a harsh judgment, "See our power, Issa!"

Ice rose all over the sky and spread along the branches of the yew tree. The space seemed to be completely frozen at this moment, and its target was directly aimed at the only remaining mural - that was also Helbo's last trump card.

"Don't even think about it!"

Hailbo roared, and dark beams of light shot out from all parts of his body, and the fierce fire also blasted out again.

Each one was a tricky and terrifying black magic, falling on the indestructible world tree and on the spreading ice surface, erupting with a disgusting aura.

Even after two thousand years of wear and tear, this majestic statue still exudes an edge that cannot be underestimated.

Even Lin En, who was usually a normal person, had to be cautious in dealing with such a deep and ocean-like magical power - it was a power that was comparable to his own.

If we ignore the iteration of magic, Hercule in his prime might really have a chance to compete with Voldemort.

But he is dead after all, leaving only a fragmentary and ambitious memory.

But Lin En is not alone. By his side is not only a life-and-death partner, but also his best partner.

The two people connected by the World Tree joined forces to attack, and they could fight against the Dark Lord head-on, not to mention the giant who was left with only a broken body.

Although Helbo's black magic is the origin of the art, its power cannot compare to the cruel creations cultivated by generations of black wizards. Even the Fiendfyre seems primitive.

Not to mention being comparable to Grindelwald, even Voldemort is above him.

Faced with Lin En and his Ice Rune whose mana had skyrocketed, the mighty black magic offensive collapsed with just one collision.

"Do not!--"

Amid Helpo's shrill cries, the giant lost his balance in an instant and fell heavily to the ground like a toothless tiger.

Without the checks and balances of the giants, the expansion of the ice layer was no longer hindered, and in a blink of an eye, the entire hall was covered in frost.

The magical animal puppets hidden in the murals, which Herpo had high hopes for, had just emerged from the ground when they were turned into ice sculptures of various sizes.

Phoenix, leopard, thunderbird... these ferocious beasts that were once lifelike and still possessed some of the power they had in life no longer have the power to wreak havoc.

But now Haierbo has no time to care.

All he could see was the parchment slowly falling off the spellbook.

"Don't underestimate me, young man! Try this!"

His voice became old and cold, no longer having the heroic spirit of a middle-aged man, but with a bit of the solemnity and heroism that one has walked out of the battlefield.

The belly of the giant stone sculpture glowed with a bright light, dazzling and extremely dangerous.

This is a god-killing blow, and also the last trump card he left in this stone statue.

Even Lynn and Euphemia, who were protected by the Purple Rune, sensed a hint of danger. Without hesitation, they stepped forward at the same time and thrust their wands heavily into the ground.

"All curses end!"

The dazzling red light burst out with an effect of 1+1 far greater than 2, covering the sky and crushing the oncoming beam of light.

"boom--"

Amid the deafening roar, the huge hall seemed to split into two distinct ends of black and red.

Only the magic book with flipping pages was hanging in the middle.

Under the double baptism of unknown powerful magic and the end of all curses, this mysterious magic item is like a rotating whirlpool, sucking in countless magic powers.