My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 461 458 Revenge

"A bad omen?"

Lynn repeated.

"Yes, but he only heard a rumor that he doesn't know if it's true or not, so I'm not sure if it's accurate."

Fox shook his head and said.

Lynn paced back and forth.

He initially thought that the reason the Magical Congress of the United States hated him so much was twofold: first, because he was one of the few who had escaped their purge of the Grindelwald family's remnants, and second, because he had ruined Fontana's plans at Hogwarts.

This is why these American Aurors are willing to go to any lengths to kill themselves.

It was both a way to vent anger and to eliminate any potential threats.

But if it's just this one thing, upon closer inspection, it seems rather unreasonable.

Regardless of the circumstances, the United States Magic Congress is a magical government, and whatever decisions it makes, the government should first consider its own interests.

Retaliation against Lynn would be of no benefit to the current US Congress from any perspective. On the contrary, if the British Ministry of Magic were to discover it, it might not directly lead to war, but it would certainly be a very serious diplomatic problem.

From this perspective, there must be some unknown reason why the American wizard made the decision to hunt him down.

The prediction Fox just made may be the key to this.

But Lynn wasn't in the mood to think about that right now.

He was still seething with anger inside.

It's not in his nature to let others chase him without fighting back; he's always the one who bullies others, and he's never been so passively bullied before.

Are these American Aurors now realizing their ideas are going badly and starting to plan their retreat?

Lynn certainly wouldn't let them leave so easily without paying any price.

The United States Magic Congress is too far away from him, and he doesn't have the ability to go to their headquarters to cause trouble right now.

Even if you don't get your principal back, you still have to pay the interest.

At the very least, he has to make those American Aurors who made him look foolish on this island pay the price.

"Professor, you just said that most of the hired wizards on this island have withdrawn. Are those American Aurors planning one last attempt against me?"

Fox nodded.

"Those hired wizards have been terrified by your killing spree. They only came here for money and didn't want to risk their lives. Even if O'Brien increases your bounty a hundredfold, they don't plan to stay here and die."

"What will those American Aurors do after they leave?"

Upon hearing Lynn's question, Fox frowned and said...

"I heard some information about this from the Aurors. It seems they plan to burn down the entire forest to force you out."

A cold smile crept across Lynn's lips.

"They really are ruthless."

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up at Fox with a flicker in his eyes.

"Professor, do you want to get revenge on that O'Brien?"

Fox looked at Lynn's expression and could roughly guess what he wanted to do, so he smiled.

"I was performing magic tricks, eating hot pot, and traveling, without provoking anyone, when suddenly I was wanted by the entire Magical Society of the United States. Of course, I wanted to find the culprit and vent my anger on something so mood-ruining. I really considered him a friend back then, and then this friend of mine tried to kill me without saying a word. Such a good friend, of course I wanted to get revenge."

Lynn and Fox exchanged a glance, reached a consensus, and then began to plan their next move before disappearing into the woods.

O'Brien stared blankly at the witch in the Hall of Prophecy.

"If your final actions also fail, how do you plan to explain it to Congress?" the witch asked calmly.

"This will force him out," the security chief said coldly. "I'll have my men use Fiendfyre. If they don't want to be burned alive inside, they'll have to confront us directly."

"Even if you manage to force him out, are you sure you and your men can defeat that boy?"

O'Brien looked somewhat impatient.

"I have already answered your question. If the final situation is not good for us, I will arrange for my men to retreat from here. They will not have sacrificed themselves in vain. The Congress cannot afford to lose so many Aurors here."

The witch in the prophecy hall looked at him with eyes that seemed to see into people's hearts.

"If you go back in such a sorry state, how will you explain it to Congress? You made a solemn pledge before you left."

"Explain it however you need to. Even if this operation fails, Congress still has a Plan B. And the main responsibility for the failure does not lie with us, but with the fact that the information provided by your Prophecy Hall was inaccurate. I will report to Congress truthfully."

"I will also report the entire course of the operation to Congress through the Prophecy Hall."

Both of them spoke in a relatively restrained tone, but anyone could hear the sharp tension between them.

O'Brien directed his men to several pre-selected, advantageous spots in the woods.

These areas are densely wooded, which is very effective in preventing the spread of the Fiery Curse.

The Aurors had all withdrawn from the woods, but they did not notify the few remaining hired wizards who were still searching for Lynn.

If they were notified to evacuate, Lynn would inevitably discover the problem. So, unsurprisingly, O'Brien coldly abandoned them, using them all as bait to keep Lynn around.

The best-case scenario with using Fiendfire is that Lynn won't have time to escape and will be burned to death by this flame that can burn anything.

But O'Brien knew that the chances were slim.

So, apart from the Aurors who were assigned to use magic to ignite the Fiendfire, he distributed all his other men along the skies above the forest.

Lynn could escape from the forest engulfed in flames simply by flying, which would allow the people on the ground to be mobilized and a large net to be cast in the sky.

His idea is being implemented at a rapid pace.

Five Aurors assigned to unleash Fiendfire were flying towards their designated location on their flying brooms when two seemingly ordinary Aurors exchanged a glance and then silently flew towards O'Brien's location on their flying brooms.

Their actions seemed normal, and they were dressed in standard black robes, looking no different from the Aurors who were keeping watch in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)