Chapter 83 The Dark Lord? He doesn't deserve it!
Lynn and Professor Fawkes were held at gunpoint, hands raised in surrender.
Even at this point, Lynn didn't forget to complain.
"Didn't you say wizards hate professors the most?"
Professor Fawkes shrugged.
"There are always unexpected things, and unfortunately, we've encountered one today."
"Stop talking nonsense." Rozier pointed the gun at the bench beside him.
"Sit still, don't try anything funny, and don't doubt whether I dare to shoot, because you can't afford the consequences."
Lynn and Professor Fawkes sat obediently on the bench, not daring to test Rozier's limits.
Meanwhile, a panel visible only to Lynn was rapidly updating before his eyes.
[Side Quest Completed!]
[You have regained your magic and gained a significant boost!]
[Quest Reward: Magic Index 3, Legendary Value 1]
On Lynn's attribute panel, the number representing the Magic Index suddenly changed.
First, it changed from 4 to 6, then from 6 to 9!
He was just a hair's breadth away from reaching the maximum of 10!
An indescribable sense of fulfillment surged through Lynn's body.
The sudden surge of magic power gave him a fleeting, almost euphoric feeling, as if Dumbledore himself were nothing more than a buzzing old bee, or Voldemort nothing more than a powerless, raging monster without a nose.
Lynn felt no excitement at these thoughts; instead, he felt a sense of dread and quickly banished them from his mind.
He was still young, with a bright future ahead of him, and he didn't want to die so soon.
Although the magic power had returned to his body, Lynn dared not move rashly.
He had no idea what was happening. The moment he stepped into the church, something that felt like a small cross suddenly appeared in his hand.
Then his magic returned, while Professor Fawkes and the nun with the shotgun remained unresponsive.
Clearly, he was the only one who had regained his magic.
He hadn't figured things out yet, and even if his magic was back, so what?
Was he faster at casting spells or Rozier at pulling the trigger?
The answer was obvious: if he showed even the slightest sign of being able to use magic, he'd be riddled with holes. He
needed to wait for the right opportunity to escape this situation.
"Excuse me…madam, may I ask what grudge we have? Why did you capture us?" Lynn hesitated before addressing Rozier, ultimately deciding against calling her "grandma. "
Rozier scoffed.
"What grudge? Isn't it obvious? I'm a saint, and you're Dumbledore's professor and student? Isn't that a huge grudge?"
"But so many years have passed, even the second Dark Lord is dead, why are you still dwelling on this?"
Rozier sneered, seemingly unconcerned about chatting with Lynn for a while.
"The Second Dark Lord? He doesn't deserve that title! A guy who hides his name, unwilling to let anyone speak it aloud, how can he be compared to Lord Grindelwald? His so-called pure-blood supremacy can only be enforced by force. He's just a brainless, mentally unstable madman. His group will never succeed; they'll only use killing to suppress resistance. No ideals, no beliefs, no platform—has any leader like that, any group like that, ever established a lasting regime in history?
But we are different. Lord Grindelwald leads us to a shared ideal and ideology. We don't want to eke out a living like rats in a Muggle society! We want everyone..." Wizards lived openly and honestly in the sunlight! We didn't discriminate against non-pure-blood wizards, vampires, or werewolves. We believed we could unite all forces that could be united, as long as everyone was working for the future of wizards!
But what happened? All because of Dumbledore! This was once Grindelwald's most trusted friend! He defeated him, he made Grindelwald lose his fighting spirit, he left us leaderless, and countless saints were captured by the European Ministry of Magic. If it weren't for the last protection left to us by Grindelwald, we might have died in Azkaban long ago.
Tell me, why can't I dwell on these things? How ruthless must I be to let go of this deep-seated hatred?"
Rozier's words left Lynn speechless.
He hadn't experienced Grindelwald's era, so he couldn't offer any opinions.
He also wouldn't believe Rozier's one-sided story, truly believing that the saints' actions were all for the good of wizards, and that Grindelwald's ideals were truly so noble and selfless.
Besides, there's no point in discussing this now. Grindelwald's era is long gone, and these remaining saints can't cause any trouble.
"So what do you plan to do with us?" Lynn asked, blinking like an innocent little rabbit.
Rozier chuckled softly, but her demeanor combined with that smile was undeniably frightening.
"Of course, I'll dismember you all and mail the dismembered bodies to Dumbledore."
Her voice was gloomy, sending chills down one's spine.
But Lynn said casually.
"The more you say that, the less likely you are to hurt us."
"Why?" Rozier glared at him.
"Because if someone like you really wanted to kill us, you would have shot us the moment you met us, not waited until now."
Rozier snorted coldly, not refuting Lynn's words.
The church fell silent. Rozier pointed her gun at them, waiting silently.
Not long after, the church doors opened.
Leon, Smith, and a distraught Simon stormed into the church, cursing and swearing.
"We searched the whole city and couldn't find those two bastards! They're really good at hiding!"
"We can only rely on Rozier. Let her scold us; we've been scolded by her for years anyway."
"My cow! Waaaaah..."
As they spoke, they suddenly realized that the two people they had been searching for were now sitting under Rozier's gun.
Smith and Leon were shocked!
They had searched high and low outside to no avail, while Rozier had simply crouched in the church and caught them both.
Simon didn't care about anything else. The moment he saw Lynn and Professor Fawkes, his eyes turned red, as if he had seen an enemy.
"You two thieves! Where's my cow?! Where did you take my cow?!"
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