Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The thick book cover had a faint luster, and the damaged parchment became more complete.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Haierbo did not expect any results, but just subconsciously expressed shock and surprise.

The light on his chest disappeared, and his trump card became completely ineffective.

The parchment in the air began to burn, and magic power gathered.

Lynn obviously had no such ridiculous idea of ​​letting him go.

"Rumble..."

Red beams like lasers fell from the sky, sweeping the hall and completely covering the giant's body.

The magic barrier that Hailbo released with all his strength only lasted for a few seconds before it was shattered into pieces and disappeared completely.

The energetic middle-aged man was instantly riddled with holes, and the hard black rock was blown into countless pieces, scattered all over the ground.

"Remember its name, Herpo."

Lynn strode forward, waved his hand and cast a crushing spell on the giant's chest, smashing the rock and the magical structure inside into powder.

"Lynn Eric's spellbook will be the greatest magical item. Use it to end your life, and you can rest in peace."

Along with the firm voice came a curse as violent as a storm.

Chapter 145: Last Wish and Legacy

After a long bombing, the magnificent palace no longer existed.

The tall giant had been shattered into pieces, leaving only rubble all over the ground, the largest piece of which was only the size of a fist.

Including the treasure on his chest that served as the source of magic power, everything with traces of magic was completely destroyed, including the Helpo memory that had become a rootless tree.

Only wisps of mist remained of his body, hovering above the golden dagger, which had remained intact despite the heavy bombardment, barely maintaining its human form.

Facing Lynn and Euphemia, who possessed the Purple Rune, he was completely defeated, and all his ambitions and desire to survive were gone with the wind.

“How… did you… know that?” Not knowing whether it was the end of life or some process, he looked at Lin En with difficulty and asked about his biggest confusion.

"When you said you were dying, the longer people live, the more afraid they are of death, especially those who make Horcruxes to save their lives." Lin En did not intend to hide anything and said frankly, "I believe you are telling the truth in order to delay us and buy time for your plan."

"...It's actually like this." Hailbo's eyes widened, "What about the false god? Aren't you surprised?"

"Because we have seen those monsters that are neither human nor ghost." Euphemia said calmly.

Helpo showed unprecedented panic: "What...! How could it be...?"

This panic was not directed at Lynn and Euphemia who defeated him, but was directed at something else.

"I don't know if you have really killed these monsters, but I believe you have fought against them." Lynn said softly, "So I respect you, Herbo. But your time has passed. Welcome death like a Horcrux."

"I... indeed, it is as you said."

Hailbo's soul seemed to have a last ray of light and solidified again, gathering into a human being.

He stared into their eyes, "You are much stronger than those northern barbarians. I have never seen magic as strong as yours in them."

"Do you have any last words?" Lynn asked.

Hailbo said slowly: "Can you tell me her name?"

"Euphemia Fox."

"I am not Helbo after all." Helbo sighed, "It is people, not magic, that are powerful, and it has always been the case since ancient times."

"A name is just a symbol," Lynn said. "You carry his past."

"Thank you for your comfort, young man." Haierbo seemed to have broken free from the shackles, raised his head with relief, and his silver-white soul quietly faded, "I have a last wish."

"I am definitely not a good person, and the blood on my hands is no less than those false gods - but I have no regrets, and I won't avoid it."

Sporadic points of light rose up and disappeared in the air.

"I don't know the result. They are hard to kill, basilisk, fierce flame... none of them work, but I tried my best."

His voice became weak, full of regret, but also seemed free and easy.

"[Blood of Helbo] is my most precious treasure. Now it is your trophy. If those arrogant guys are still alive, kill them all. Its curse can do it."

The golden dagger flew into the air and landed in Lynn's hand.

The scabbard decorated with gold and jade fell to the ground, revealing a cold glow.

The familiar and vaguely disgusting smell indicated that it was once stained with the blood of some creature and it has not faded after thousands of years.

"Finally...if possible, please change my portrait. I don't want the last trace of myself to be so ugly."

The memory slowly faded away along with words that were not sure whether they were jokes or true.

Ambition, achievements, sins, regrets… all his contemporaries have disappeared, leaving only himself, along with this temple and this grave, returning to dust.

The name of vile Herpo is true, but so is the name of godslayer Herpo.

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[The originator of the dark wizard, the creator of the basilisk]

[Herbo, the God-Slayer, the Son of Noyes]

[The legendary dark wizard is buried here]

The tombstone has been restored, and the final words of Herbo's life are written in his hometown Phoenician.

No matter how heinous the crime is, or how magnificent the situation is, it will eventually come to an end at this moment.

Also appearing are exquisite portraits.

He couldn't change the records of magical history, but he could give him a portrait on this magical tombstone.

Wearing ancient Greek armor and helmets, the heroic middle-aged warriors and wizards come to life.

"Chief... did you kill him?"

Bill, panting, walked in through the door that had opened again, followed by a silver-white fox.

It was Euphemia's ring, which she left to the young curse-breaker for self-defense.

While the two were eliminating Hailbo, Bill also faced the test of battle in the outer corridor.

Dozens of ferocious beast puppets came forward one after another, but were all smashed to pieces by Bill and Silver Fox's bombardment.

Although it was not dangerous, it still made her look dirty and even her handsome ponytail was cut off.

"As you can see." Lin En pointed at the tombstone nonchalantly, "Although this old guy is out of date, he still has some skills. Are you okay out there?"

"Thanks to you two, everything is fine." Bill nodded. "This fox is very powerful."

"Of course." Euphemia smiled faintly and waved her hand gently. The fox turned into a ring again, shining slightly. "Remember to check your body when you go back. The contributions of the other members of your team will be settled later and released together with the results of this investigation. You are responsible for it."

"Okay! Leave it to me." Bill shuddered, startled by Euphemia's rare gentleness, and hurriedly agreed, "Then what should we do next...?"

"There's a guy who wants to take over Herbo's inheritance - commonly known as digging three feet into the ground." Euphemia said meaningfully, nodding in Lynn's direction.

"Dig... Well, it seems that they really dig three feet deep in the literal sense." Bill looked up and saw that Lynn, who had just been standing in front of the tombstone and greeting Helbo, had run to the corner of the wall.

Euphemia also took a step forward and followed.

With a flick of the wand, a shattered statue was restored to its original state.

When he lifted it again, the mural above his head returned to its original state and was completely copied.

There are also spells and ancient words engraved on the walls, and even inscriptions on the base of the statue of Herbo.

Bill, who was accompanying the two on an ancient monument survey for the first time, was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth - they were simply plucking feathers from a passing goose, not missing a single detail.

Not only the curse breakers, even the goblins from Gringotts would have to admit defeat.

Only after they had thoroughly searched every inch of land and walls and confirmed that there was indeed no secret room storing gold, silver and treasures did the two men smile at each other and stop what they were doing.

Compared to the golden dagger whose safety factor is uncertain, knowledge is Helbo's true legacy.

"That's it!" Lin En clapped his hands with satisfaction. Feeling that the trip was worthwhile, he looked at Hailbo's tombstone again and walked away.

Bill stepped forward quickly: "Shall we go back now, Chief? It's already early morning."

“…Bill, how have you been doing as a curse breaker these past few years?” Lynn looked at him suspiciously. “There are so many places out there that you haven’t even looked at carefully, and you’re leaving? No wonder Victor always says that your Gringotts exploration team only messes things up.”

"I—" Bill gaped.

"We didn't just walk around outside to break the black magic." Lin En didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Didn't you notice the magic runes and statues? And the murals?"

Patting Bill on the shoulder, he said earnestly, "There's a lot of time left. Find a place to rest first—or go back to work by yourself?"

"No! I'm coming with you too!"

Chapter 146 Returning with a Full Load

The next morning, Bill Weasley learned his true mission.

Carrying bags, running errands, climbing up and down... in short, responsible for doing miscellaneous tasks.

A suitcase specially cast with a traceless extension spell fell into his hands, filled with rubbings of murals, magic runes and ancient spells collected from various places in Herpo's Tomb.

Lynn and Euphemia were chatting and laughing in the back, simply pointing out the hidden magical murals and ancient runes.

Some contain curses full of Herpo's evil taste, while others are simple stories, especially the records of his life, which are of great historical value.

Bill was exhausted at first, running around laboriously to complete the rubbing work.

But he soon realized Lynn's intention.

These fragmentary records, when put together, are the life of a legendary dark wizard - even if they have been packaged and embellished by himself, they can still inspire young wizards.

This is exactly what Hailbo wants.

It is difficult to briefly summarize such a dark wizard in one or two words.

He was a shameless and vicious criminal who deceived and killed thousands of Muggles and wizards.

But he is also a warrior against "false gods", a true godslayer - using the golden dagger called [Blood of Herpo] - or the Greek short sword.

He was a despicable man who would do anything to survive, but he had the courage to face powerful enemies and death, and this tomb is proof of that.

This is a very contradictory and complicated guy, but also a pioneer and trailblazer on the road of magic.

This was not the first time Bill had seen the name of a false god. Similar expressions appeared more than once at the base of many Egyptian pyramids, but no one knew its true meaning.

The ups and downs of life, hidden in the profound and meaningful magic stories, also made him feel a lot and never tired of it.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

[Aeschylus lamenting, Sophocles doubting, Euripides fighting]

[Even mortals know how to resist, let alone wizards? ]

The bloody Phoenician words were engraved on the last wall. Bill couldn't understand them, but he could sense the vivid emotions.

Even though thousands of years have passed, the emotions in the brushstrokes are still rich.

Just like the statue of Herbo still stands before our eyes.

He skillfully copied out the last words and put them into the suitcase that was already full.

“All rubbings are completed!”

As if he had accomplished some important task, he heaved a sigh of relief and called out to Lynn and Euphemia who were not far away in a loud voice.

It's time to return.

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"After we return, I will trouble your scientific research team to continue the research and dig deeper into the secrets behind these murals and ancient spells. This is a long-term project. I will take the extra portion for research. When I am free, you can also invite me to your gatherings."

Walking in the deep corridor, Lynn was in a good mood and gave Bill instructions cheerfully.

Bill instinctively filtered out the second half of the sentence. After all, this kind of blank check had never been cashed.

Lynn was always busy, so busy that she was almost impossible to find, and only showed up when everyone else was overwhelmed.