I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin turned the spear tip around and carefully examined the overly ornate spear.

【lament】

[A rare, first-order cast artifact.]

[Characteristic: Compassion. With each swing and stab, it releases a potent venom that inflicts sorrow on living beings. The longer it remains, the more potent the venom becomes.]

This object was formed from the grief in the heart of the one who cast it. It is said that some people can use cold memories to tear apart every still burning heart.

[Characteristic: Temperature Loss. With each strike and block, it continuously steals heat from everything around it. The longer it continues, the more heat is lost.]

This object once shed its metallic shell, losing its heat in the process. Fire is the harsh winter, yet it carries warmth. Fire is the warm spring, yet it consumes everything.

[Description: An apprentice forged its form from the hardest of materials. Alchemy is the outward manifestation of casting, while casting is the fertile ground for alchemy.]

Nicolas Lemaître suddenly stood up from his wheelchair and strode over to Li Lin, wiping away tears as he stared wide-eyed at the newly forged spear.

"This is the result of your alchemy... It's more like a special tool than a weapon."

The old man kept circling around Li Lin, as if he could gradually get used to the effect of the Lamentation Spear, until he accidentally stepped on a Netherworld Lily and once again became incoherent and burst into tears.

Li Lin found it intriguing and deliberately waved the Lamentation Spear in front of Nicolas Flamel.

The continuous debuffs nearly caused Nicolas Flamel to choke on his tears and snot.

The old man quickly took out a panacea and drank it down his throat, which finally relieved him from the lingering, painful memories.

"We shouldn't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter; we should face them with a smile." Li Lin spoke without any sense of embarrassment, relentlessly spewing trash talk at Nicolas Flamel.

Nicolas Flamel took two steps back, still shaken, and cast a wary glance at him: "Can't you actively control the effects of alchemical weapons?"

Li Lin nodded solemnly, then struck a contorted pose: "But I refuse!"

"What I love most in my life is saying no to presumptuous demands!"

Nicolas Flamel subconsciously gulped down a mouthful of panacea, secretly wondering how Dumbledore had tolerated this guy for so long.

Seeing that Nicolas Flamel did not respond, Li Lin began to look around for a weapon.

"What are you trying to do?" Nicolas Flamel looked over warily, sensing that Li Lin's mental state seemed somewhat abnormal.

“Following a teaching that has been passed down from ancient times,” Li Lin casually remarked, “a craftsman can only achieve the highest level of mastery by destroying the tools he cherishes most.”

Li Lin's casual remark made Nicolas Flamel fall into thought again.

If you say Li Lin is a normal person, his behavior is completely contrary to the word "normal." If you say he is mentally ill, his words are sometimes quite profound.

On the other side, Li Lin finally found a ritual knife big enough. After placing a sufficient amount of brass blocks around himself, he slashed it off his shoulder!

Click.

The arm, now completely enveloped in Originium crystals, fell to the ground with a dull thud. At the cut at the base of the shoulder, countless spiral-shaped crystals were distributed, resembling a night sky adorned with glittering stars.

It's hard not to think of an ancient astrologer who has been dead for many years.

"Flint, don't let me catch you in Mansu! If I do, I'll take your tools, smash your rocks, and slap you in the face!"

Li Lin kept drawing in cold air. Oripathy had caused his left arm to become completely necrotic, but with the amputation of the arm, sensations such as pain began to return to his brain.

Fortunately, the sixth technique of melting gold, brass, could soothe his emotions, like a large dose of tincture, giving him time to point fingers at the ancient astrologer who had tricked him.

Nicolas Flamel's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at what was happening before him. However, having lived for over six hundred years, he was a seasoned veteran who had seen it all. He immediately poured a cup of panacea and placed it next to Li Lin, indicating that he would take care of the emergency and that Li Lin could rest assured and cut himself.

With the magic stone, even if it's sent away on the spot, it can be saved.

Master Li scoffed at this. A magic stone? Can it compare to the energy amethyst forged and hammered in the daytime furnace?

Li Lin closed his eyes, exhaling hot sparks from his nostrils, and his demeanor gradually changed.

It was as if the dim glow of the embers in the furnace had been reignited with deep red sparks, forging him into cold, tough steel.

Li Lin gripped the spear with his right hand, turned the tip around, and thrust it into the root of his shoulder, slowly drilling through the hard crystal, penetrating deep into the bone and blood, producing a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"I pray to the God of Unburnt Light, I pray to the Queen of Mirrors, I pray to the Pure White Dawn, I pray to the Golden General..."

On the dark green tabletop, the card representing the [Exclusive Secret Technique: Fire in Stone] suddenly lit up.

All extraordinary beings who pursue secrets have desires. Li Lin never considered himself a person without desires, but he did not have any cards representing desires.

It now seems that it wasn't that he lacked desires, but rather that his desires were so complex and difficult to understand that they could only be expressed in a secret form.

Having collected so many spells in the Harry Potter world, Li Lin had long since gathered all the necessary conditions for the upgrade.

The crimson edges flowed like flames, and after a brief silence, they burst into bright light.

[Tier 1 Exclusive Secret Technique: Testimony of the Hearthfire]

[Rank: Pseudo-canon.]

[Nature and Characteristics: Casting, Fire]

I have proven what needed to be proven.

After a brief delay, a new prompt suddenly appeared before Li Lin's eyes. Just looking at it made him feel a burning sensation, as if he were being scalded.

The celestial furnace within the celestial palace has cast its gaze upon us!

The last time the daytime foundry cast its gaze was when it was bombing Chernobog...

Realizing something big was about to happen, Li Lin looked up and, in a moment of kindness, gestured for Nicolas Flamel to run away quickly.

Sensing a rising heat, Nicolas Flamel didn't hesitate. He Apparated away from his alchemy workshop and even activated multiple alchemy arrays without hesitation.

Li Lin's eyes widened. He had always been a very competitive person, so how could he tolerate someone running faster than him?

Just as Master Li was about to stand up and shift the blame, the burning heat originating from within his body could no longer be suppressed.

Puri p ...

The surging flames ignited the air.

......

Nicolas Flamel's alchemy workshop vanished in a dazzling golden light and flames, and countless mirrors appeared out of thin air, reflecting the light of the flames in an attempt to resist its immense power.

However, the immense force surged outwards, shattering all the mirrors simultaneously, turning half the sky a golden-red hue with firelight, and filling the air with burning sunlight.

Nicolas Flamel stood atop his estate, staring in astonishment at everything before him.

An indescribable behemoth slowly emerged from the flames. It resembled a towering black rock, a great red dragon draped in flowing flames, or a wild land flowing with lava... It exuded an aura that was somewhere between the living and the dead, and a faint roar came from the crimson sky, like a howl or thunder.

Two-thirds of the sprawling Nicolas Flamel estate was destroyed in an instant, all the ley lines connected to it snapped, and the oceans surrounding Devonshire rose high with waves, like the lament of the end times.

Much later, Nicolas Flamel cautiously sent his alchemical servants to search, but Li Lin seemed to have never existed.

Sparks still floated in the air, but the flames that had lingered over the ruins had been extinguished.

The flames of the burning ruins have been extinguished.

139 [Interlude - A young child tugs at my clothes and asks, "Why are you so late in returning?"]

A week ago, Grindelwald received an email.

The white owl, carrying a heavy letter, landed at his window.

He opened the letter, and a black gemstone appeared before his eyes, its facets bearing icy cracks.

Grindelwald's breath caught in his throat for a moment. He trembled as he reached out, picked up the gem, and examined it closely.

As if realizing something, he quickly picked up the letter, which still contained only one sentence:

"Do what you ought to do."

Grindelwald stared at the gem on his fingertip for a long time, then smiled with relief.

"I really don't know whether I'm doing these things or you're pushing me to do them... but this is exactly what I wanted."

He got up and walked towards the door.

......

Dumbledore returned to his headmaster's office.

Although Li Lin has temporarily left Hogwarts, as the vice-principal, a member of the board of directors, and the big boss who pays salaries to the entire British wizarding community, he is naturally not going to be forgotten once he leaves.

However, without Li Lin, Dumbledore's most important source of clues disappeared.

Where is Voldemort's remnant soul? Where are his remaining Horcruxes? Not to mention the ambitious Grindelwald lurking around. Dumbledore suddenly felt an immense weight on his shoulders.

However, the moment the door opened, the white wizard's expression instantly became wary.

In the high-backed chair reserved for the principal, sat a middle-aged man with flamboyant white hair, stroking Fox's back. Behind him, the portraits of past principals on the wall all remained silent.

Dark Lord, Grey Cardinal, Strategic Wizard, Pioneer—Gellert Grindelwald!

He actually appeared in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, and was even sitting in the Headmaster's seat.

The Elder Wand slid swiftly from Dumbledore's sleeve and landed in his palm.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Dumbledore slowly entered the headmaster’s office and gently closed the door behind him.

“I never thought so, Albus.” Grindelwald released his grip, and Fawkes, now well-fed, flapped his wings and flew onto Dumbledore’s shoulder.

“Christmas is coming, are you ready to face this new world?” Grindelwald loosened his grip and tapped the table. “Actually, you’ve known all along—when the tides of time surge in, you can’t stop them.”

Dumbledore fell silent.