My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Lynn stepped forward and cast a petrification spell on the criminal who had almost been crushed to death by Simon.

At the same time, he also secretly used a transformation spell on the three pistols and the shotgun that Rozier had previously been holding.

Fearing that Rozier and the others might suddenly turn on him and start beating him with their toys, he turned these dangerous items into magic fairy wands (toys).

The danger was over, but an eerie silence fell over the church.

Leon and Smith wanted to take Simon, who had been shot in the arm, to see a doctor, but Simon shook his head and refused to go. He just covered his arm and looked at Lynn with burning eyes.

Rozier and others all wore the same expression, which gave him goosebumps.

Lynn now needs to figure out the situation. The thing that suddenly appeared in his hand and returned his magic is clearly what Kira wants him to get.

This thing had always been in the hands of these saints.

Does anyone know what this is?

He revealed what he was holding.

It was a black cross, but it wasn't a cross because all four of its corners were the same length, instead of being shorter at the top and longer at the bottom.

The saints present looked at the black cross in Lynn's hand with expressions as if they were paying tribute.

Rozier tried hard to keep her voice from trembling and spoke in her gentlest voice.

"That is a symbol of your identity, and also the crest of your family."

Lynn frowned, not understanding why she and Kira were both so mysterious about everything, never explaining things directly.

"Who left that for me?" Lynn asked a more direct question.

Judging from the saints' expressions, he already had a guess in his mind, but he also needed an answer.

Rozier opened her mouth, as if the answer was about to come out of her mouth, when suddenly her body stiffened.

Suddenly, she lost control of her body. She tried desperately to open her mouth and say the answer, but she couldn't do it!

Just as Rozier was in despair, her mouth suddenly opened on its own.

"It's Martin Lundgard."

Rozier was in a state of utter panic. She wanted to regain control of her body and argue that this was not the answer she wanted to give, but she couldn't do it no matter what she did.

She tried to turn her eyes in terror to give Lynn a hint that she was being controlled, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Professor Fox behind Lynn.

She didn't recognize the old man with a full head of silver hair and glasses at all, but now when she saw his eyes, which always seemed to be smiling, she felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

Rozier gave up the struggle, his heart filled with despair.

Because she recognized who Professor Fox was, she could not and should not resist.

Not only her, but the three of them, including Smith, were also shocked to hear Rozier utter a name they had never heard before. They wanted to deny her words, but they couldn't.

Their bodies were silently controlled by someone.

Lynn was taken aback when he heard Rozier say a name that was completely different from what he had imagined.

"who is he?"

"He was our former colleague. The Lungard family is a pure-blooded family in the German wizarding world. Martin Lungard once fought to the death for Lord Grindelwald's ideals. In memory of his past bravery, Lord Grindelwald used magic on his family's emblem, which can absorb the magic of wizards within a certain range and then use it for his own purposes."

Rozier opened her mouth mechanically, reciting the lines that had been prepared for her.

Lynn frowned, looking at the black cross in his hand.

"Then why did it suddenly appear in my hand, not only returning the magic to me but also allowing me to cast spells without a staff?"

"Because you are the only bloodline of the Lungard family, the Lungard family crest itself is a powerful magical item. Apart from Lord Grindelwald, it is only allowed to be used by those with Lungard blood, and you are now its master."

Lynn looked at her and the three old men behind her, feeling that something was not quite right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could only tentatively ask the three old men again.

"Is everything she said true?"

Smith and the others nodded, their faces showing agreement.

Lynn scratched his head. Although he knew the answer, it was far different from what he had guessed.

He waved the black cross, made of some unknown material, in front of his eyes.

"How can I return the magic to Professor Fox?"

"As long as you take it out of this city, the magic it absorbed will return to its original owner on its own."

Lynn looked at Rozier: "Including you?"

"Yes, that includes us," Rozier nodded.

"Why didn't you take it outside the city yourself before?"

"No one except the Lungard family and Lord Grindelwald could lift it; it had been placed on that large cross by Lord Grindelwald before."

The saints stared at him expectantly; this was both the expression of being manipulated and a true reflection of their inner feelings.

Because now, with just a word from Lynn, they can become wizards again.

They were yearning, excited, and at the same time afraid.

Lynn turned around and looked at Professor Fox, who hadn't said a word, with a questioning gaze.

"I won't interfere with your decision; do what you think you should do," Professor Fox said with a smile.

Lynn turned to look at the saints again and asked softly.

"After you regain your magic, will you continue to be dark wizards and commit evil deeds?"

When Lynn asked the question, the control over Rozier and the others was released, but no one dared to speak out loudly that what they had just said was not true, but rather that someone had controlled them and made them say it.

Because they knew that under that man's watchful eye, if they disobeyed his will, not only they would suffer, but also Lynn.

There's nothing that a forgetting spell can't solve.

So they spoke their true thoughts.

"No, I'm used to being a farmer. Even if I regain my magic, I'll probably stay here and continue farming and raising cattle," Simon said, scratching the back of his head.

Smith and Leon exchanged a glance and shook their heads.

"We've gotten used to life here, and we'll probably live here until we die."

Only Rozier remained silent. She longed to speak, wanting to follow Lynn from now on, to teach him magic, guide his thinking, and help him become a qualified successor.

But when she saw Fox give her an encouraging look, she became afraid.

She wasn't afraid of what would happen to her, but she was afraid of Lynn. She was afraid that Lynn would be feared by that person because of her, and would live under surveillance for the rest of her life.

Finally, she could only grit her teeth and reluctantly nod.

"I will continue to stay here, in this church, and be a nun for the rest of my life."

Hearing their answer, Lynn wasn't worried that they were lying. Now that Grindelwald wasn't backing them up, the wizarding world would be relatively peaceful for the next four years.

Besides, he absolutely had to take this black cross with him; asking them was just to hear them make a promise.

Having basically understood the situation, Lynn couldn't wait to get home.

He shrugged at Professor Fox.

"Professor, we can finally leave now."

They left the church together and went to the place where Lynn had initially stored his luggage to retrieve it.

It was already late at night, and Lynn didn't want to disturb the family, so he used a lock-picking spell, left a note, and quietly took the luggage away.

They reached the outskirts of Abros. As soon as they left the city, Lynn could clearly feel countless magical powers surging from the black cross in his hand, drifting into the small town.

Another stream of magic entered Professor Fox's body beside him.

"Can you take me home, Professor?" Lynn asked.

"sure."

As he spoke, he grabbed Lynn's arm and used Apparition, waving his wand.

Having already experienced Apparition twice, Lynn naturally wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in his own backyard.

The familiar lawn and the familiar smells gave him a strange sense of peace.

He naturally extended the invitation to Professor Fox.

"Would you like to come over for a visit?"

Professor Fox shook his head.

"It's already so late, I'd better not. Besides, I still have some things left at the Abros Hotel that I need to go get."

He was preparing to leave, and before he did, he gave Lynn a piece of advice.

"Lynn, try not to let others find out that the badge allows you to cast spells without a staff. I will keep it a secret, as it can be very useful in certain situations."

"I'll remember that, Professor."

"That was a good experience, wasn't it?" Professor Fox said to him with a smile before leaving.

Then, without waiting for Lynn's reply, he left with a "smack!"

Lynn stood in the backyard in the darkness, gripping the black cross in his hand, and after a long while murmured to the air opposite him.

"Yes, it was quite a... good farce."

Instead of going inside to rest immediately, he shouted out the name of his house-elf.

"Kira! Come out!"

An elderly house-elf peeked its head out from behind the fence, with a white hamster following beneath it.

Lynn held the black cross badge hanging from his palm and spoke expressionlessly.

"Tell me, Kira, was your former master Gellert Grindelwald? Is this crest the Grindelwald family crest?"

Kira was trembling. He knelt on the ground, his face covered in snot and tears, but he couldn't give Lynn an answer.

……

Abros

Professor Fox has returned here again.

This was not as he claimed; he went to the small hotel where he had previously stayed with Lynn.

Instead, they returned to that small chapel.

The saints did not leave; they seemed to know that Professor Fox would return and were waiting for him there.

Professor Fox did not speak.

The saints did not speak.

The professor silently sat down on the bench and undid his physical transformation.

Professor Fox's appearance was changing; his hair began to grow, his beard lengthened, and his glasses became crescent-shaped.

Dumbledore, now transformed back into the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century, smiled as he looked at the saints who were staring intently at him.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Why won't you let us tell him his identity?" Rozier couldn't help but shout.

She had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Dumbledore again, and how angry and defiant she would be.

But in the end, she was still afraid, afraid of the old man who had once defeated her faith, and all she could do was ask powerless questions.

Dumbledore blinked, looking as kind as an old neighbor.

"Because you can't tell him this, you don't need to look at me like that. Don't worry, he'll find out."

"And one more thing," he clapped his hands lightly, "your sentences are up."

Rozier didn't care about her freedom; she was only concerned about Dumbledore's attitude towards Lynn. She asked through gritted teeth.

"Then why did you lie to him?"

Dumbledore stroked his long beard and, without avoiding Rosier's question, earnestly explained it to him.

"Because I can't see his thoughts, it makes me a little uneasy. It seems like he was on guard against me beforehand, which makes me have to test him."

I gave him two chances to leave. He could have been happier, far removed from the conflicts of the magical world, but he refused and found his way here on his own.

Dumbledore remarked.

"Isn't it a wonderful fate?"