My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 523, Section 520: Lynn's Ambition (The End)

Moody cast a precise stun spell on an American wizard.

It's hard to say whether it's accurate or not; the island isn't very big and it's packed with people.

Even without deliberate aiming, there's a high probability that throwing a spell onto the island will hit the enemy.

"Follow me, Tonks. You must follow behind an experienced hunter."

His voice was hoarse, a reminder to the witch who was constantly dodging left and right behind him and swinging her staff forward.

"I'm not the newbie I used to be, Moody. Stop treating me like a novice."

Tonks complained, and nimbly dodged a spell that was aimed at her from above.

On their right, the dark-skinned Kingsley thoughtfully added another layer of armor to their armor, and even had the leisure to explain with a smile.

"In the eyes of an old man like Moody who has been an Auror his whole life, you will always be a rookie."

The Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic who came to this island were not all under Leon's control.

After all, this operation was not authorized by the Ministry of Magic; to be precise, it was a borderline operation in which Leon was testing the limits of the law.

Therefore, most of the people who participated in the operation were either old members of the Order of the Phoenix who had some connection with Dumbledore, or confidants that Leon had cultivated in the past two years.

The number of British Aurors who carried out the sneak attack was actually far less than the number of American wizards on the island.

However, they were caught off guard at the beginning, and Lynn's wide-range attack in the middle of the island hit them, instantly reducing the number of American wizards to nearly half.

Even so, Leon's people were still in the minority compared to the American wizards, and the American wizards, having realized what was happening, were gradually able to stabilize the situation.

The American Auror commander, flying in the sky, stared angrily at Leon, who stood calmly behind a group of British Aurors.

He certainly knew this man, the Auror Director of the British Ministry of Magic, who had recently risen to prominence in the European magical world.

The US Congress has always been very thorough in collecting information on high-ranking figures in the European magical community.

"What do you mean by this, Manager Leon? Are you trying to start a war between two magical governments?"

Leon's gaze was filled with disdain, and his eyes remained completely unmoved by the commander's intimidation.

What does a war between two magical governments matter?

At their peak, they embroiled half of the world's magical governments in war.

Their leader even served as the security chief of the Magical Congress for a time, and in the American magical community, he fooled these country bumpkins like children.

"Your question is very strange, sir. First of all, without permission, you led a large number of armed wizards into the territory of the British wizarding world and attacked a Hogwarts student who was participating in the Triwizard Tournament. Who exactly is trying to start a war?"

The American commander's face was ashen, and he couldn't offer any strong response to Leon's questioning.

Because their operation was originally a secret, and now so many British Aurors have arrived, regardless of whether the mission ultimately succeeds or not.

His future is definitely over.

The Magical Congress of the United States would never engage in any armed conflict with the British Ministry of Magic at this time; otherwise, he would be the one left to take the blame.

But even now, he has no intention of giving up on this mission.

Leon's sudden appearance proves that the plan had problems from the very beginning.

Someone already knew about their plot!

This responsibility is beyond what he, as the commander, can bear. He must now make amends, withstand the pressure, and capture or kill Lynn on the spot.

At the very least, he wanted to avert the possibility of ending up in jail.

Relying on their remaining numerical advantage, the American wizards managed to salvage the situation after their initial rout, reaching a stalemate with the Aurors led by Leon.

Lynn, who was trapped in the center, was not dealt with quickly as the commander had expected. Instead, he became the key figure on the battlefield.

It's like one person is going to break through the entire formation of American wizards.

At the same moment, Voldemort, who had sensed something was wrong and flew into the sky as if preparing to escape, arrived.

Suddenly struck by a red curse, it fell from the sky like a tattered rag.

Rosier, dressed in a nun's habit, stood on a small boat that had drifted in from the sea and slowly put away her wand.

Behind her, dozens of small boats were also sailing towards the island with the waves.

On each small boat stood an old man dressed in a black robe, with the emblem of the Deathly Hallows faintly tattooed on his chest.

They were all very old, the oldest of whom was even hunched over and leaning on a cane.

But their gazes were all unusually firm as they began to fix their wands on the American wizards on the island.

Lynn, who had already fought his way from the center of the island to the edge to join Leon and the others, also saw the arrival of Rozier and his group of elderly saints.

His expression froze for a moment, then he turned to look at Laiyang, his gaze seeming to demand an explanation.

Lynn never intended to involve Rozier and the others in his own affair.

These elderly saints were imprisoned in Abros for most of their lives because of Grindelwald, and were only released in the last two years.

They should be enjoying their own lives and shouldn't be working themselves to the bone for anyone anymore.

However, they still came.

Leon shook his head and smiled wryly at Lynn's gaze, indicating that this was not his idea, but Rozier and the others' own decision.

Lynn didn't dwell on the matter any longer. Rocher and the others had already arrived, and there was no turning back now.

His only option now is to get rid of these American wizards as quickly as possible to ensure that these elderly saints will not suffer any further harm as a result.

In fact, his worries were completely unnecessary.

These saints were not actually old, weak, sick, or disabled.

Those who became Grindelwald's core followers were among the most elite wizards in the entire European continent in their youth.

Even now that I'm older, my understanding and use of spells haven't declined, especially in the magical world where, as people get older, their understanding and research of magic become more profound.

After the saints joined the battle, they provided strong support to the British Aurors, even overpowering the American wizards.

After being knocked down, Voldemort appeared extremely angry. He brandished his wand and fired a Killing Curse at Rozier.

Rozier deftly tilted her head, and the green spell struck the ground behind her. She then retaliated with the same killing curse.

However, Voldemort neither dodged nor avoided the Killing Curse, which was effective against all living things, and let the green curse pass through his body without causing him any harm!

All the wizards who witnessed this scene were stunned. Everyone knew that the Killing Curse was known as the most powerful and unforgivable curse, mainly because of the irreversible nature of its immediate death effect.

But Voldemort is now completely ignoring its effects!

Only Lynn was able to grasp the key to this matter in an instant.

He shouted a warning to the saints who were entangled with Voldemort.

"Fiery Blaze! Only Fiery Blaze will work on him!"

Upon receiving his command, Rozier immediately halted his attempt to use the Imperius Curse and instead unleashed a large swath of eerie flames toward Voldemort.

Fiery Flame instantly entangled Voldemort's robes.

Like butter on a frying pan, Voldemort's body began to melt from his feet, and even though he kept roaring and using magic, he could not change his fate of death.

Soon, the Fiendfire spread to Voldemort's entire body, and as a cloud of black smoke rose, his body was burned to ashes, leaving only a blackened ring in its place.

Voldemort's remnant soul is essentially just a Horcrux attached to the Resurrection Stone.

The magical items that counter Horcruxes—the basilisk's fangs, Gryffindor's sword, and the Fiendfyre spell—are also effective against this remnant soul.

This newly formed Voldemort was nothing more than a figurehead, while the American wizards on the island, under the combined attack of the Saints and the British Aurors, had retreated to a corner of the island.

The battle was finally brought to a complete end with the arrival of Dumbledore.

Also arriving with Dumbledore was Tina Picqueli, the head of the Major Crimes Division of the Magical Congress of the United States.

However, Piqueli's face looked quite pale, even as white as paper.

Her hands and feet were bound, her wand was confiscated, her spare Portkey was discovered, and Dumbledore cast a standard anti-Apparition spell on her.

Lynn and Dumbledore knew everything Lynn had planned from the very beginning at Hogwarts.

She was completely understood from beginning to end; the whole operation was like a play staged by Lynn and Dumbledore.

Now that the play is over, the final curtain is that she was arrested like a clown.

Upon seeing Pikeley captured, the American wizard commander who had been leading his men to cower in a corner immediately gave up resistance.

Under the aim of countless British Auror wands, it wisely chose to surrender.

He didn't have much will to resist to begin with, and now that he saw even Piqueli had been captured, he felt no pressure at all.

After all, compared to him, the temporary commander, Piqueli's position and status were much higher, making him a more suitable scapegoat.

Moreover, this mission was full of strange occurrences, and the biggest mistake was clearly not made by him, the henchman, but by Picqueli, who planned the operation.

"Any results, Professor?"

Lynn blinked and asked as Dumbledore walked over.

Dumbledore entrusted the care of Piccolo to Kingsley and strolled along the island with Lynn.

"The reason they launched their plan against you is actually very simple. A prophet who has lived in the Ivermony Magic Academy for more than ten years predicted that your arrival would bring destruction to the American Magic Association. The reason they have been trying to kill you is to protect the American Magic Association."

Lynn's expression was strange.

"Just because of this one prophecy?"

"It's all because of a prophecy."

Dumbledore nodded calmly and said, "Don't underestimate the power of prophecy. In many cases, the future is shaped by prophecy."

"Like Voldemort and Harry Potter?"

"They are just a prime example, and this prediction has not come true."

Lynn scratched the back of his head, only then realizing that because of his appearance, Harry Potter probably wouldn't be able to kill Voldemort in the end.

The real Voldemort is still happily attending Hogwarts.

Lynn and Dumbledore reached the shore and watched the red sun gradually rise at the end of the coastline. He squatted down and tapped a seashell that had been washed ashore by the sea.

"So what kind of response should we give to the US?"

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile.

"That depends on your own thoughts. Do you have any other ideas about this prophecy and the Magic Congress?"

Lynn looked at the gradually dissipating gray haze on the island and the sea surface shimmering with golden phosphorescence in the sunlight, squinted his eyes, and casually spoke.

"Of course I have my own thoughts. I'm doing just fine here, and they've gone to great lengths to kill me because of some random prophecy. Anyone would be upset about that, especially someone like me who's quite petty."

"So you plan to destroy the American Magic Congress, just as the prophecy foretold?"

Lynn shrugged.

"Why must we follow the prophecy? Is it really that interesting to destroy a magical government?"

He pointed to the captured Pikeley and the American wizards who had already surrendered not far away.

"We now have a high-ranking official and most of the elites in this magical government. Wouldn't it be more interesting for us to build it up better through these people than to destroy it?"

Dumbledore gazed at the rising sun on the horizon, smiled, and stroked his beard.

"So your ultimate goal is to change the entire magical world?"

Lynn did not answer immediately. He lay quietly on the beach, letting the first rays of sunlight fall on him. After a long while, he finally replied.

"No, I don't actually have any big ambitions. From the beginning, I just wanted to make this world a little more comfortable for me."

Dumbledore shook his head in admiration.

"No one has a bigger ambition than you."

(End of this chapter)