Lin You's tone was calm but firm; the Hanged Man did not hesitate after hearing this, and almost immediately chose to back down and retreated back to the black magic dimension.

After being rewritten and integrated into the big world, the Hanged Man and Hecate are still the source of black and white magic; in terms of strength level, the author positions them as barely crossing the threshold of true gods - similar to the author's current status. However, unlike the author who can freely travel between different times and dimensions, these two have been greatly restricted while gaining strength and status.

The biggest constraint is that the writer strengthened the barriers between different dimensions in the comics, making it difficult for their two real bodies to enter the material plane. They can only possess their power in others to intervene in the material plane.

For example, Wonder Woman, in the comics, is one of the few "reserves" chosen by Hecate to possess in the material plane.

When the strength of the two entities is similar, one of them is strongly restrained in the material plane of the big world, while the other is free and can exert all his strength. The winner of this battle can be known without fighting.

The Hanged Man is just evil, not stupid, and he certainly wouldn't be so stubborn at a time like this.

After driving away the source of the black magic, Lin You still did not dare to relax at all, and monitored the area around the battlefield in great detail; but unexpectedly, until the sky became completely dark and the two great wizards stopped fighting and retreated to protect their own people, there was no sign of other gods intervening.

The peaceful result made Lin You worried.

Based on the author's observations over the years, nine out of ten true gods are dogs; dogs will always eat shit.

God is planning to set rules for "unknown" events. Before the rules are established, don't the guys with ulterior motives seize the last opportunity to fish in troubled waters? The gods are always looking for trouble, so how come the world is peaceful all of a sudden?

"What are you worried about?" Diana noticed Lin You's worries.

"I'm worried that my reputation has suddenly become too great. Will it be too much?" Lin You looked around, and apart from himself and Diana, he still couldn't find any trace of divinity. "When did those true gods become so generous?"

"Perhaps because they saw you and knew they would be stopped by you, so they gave up on their own initiative?"

Lin You shook his head: "They won't give up so easily. They have been the only ones in power for thousands of years, how could they give in to a mortal?"

"Is it possible that, in their eyes, you are no longer a mortal; and you are the only one who still thinks so." Perhaps because they have been together for a long time, Diana has learned a less serious way of expression from Lin You.

"Maybe, maybe not." Lin You watched Voldemort leave, then looked at the unconscious Harry Potter, "I need to do some more verification."

Dumbledore had no idea that his intended "quasi-ally" had been watching the whole process coldly; he was extremely worried at the moment, and just as he was returning to Hogwarts with the injured Harry, he unexpectedly met Earl Goff who had "returned from his post".

"Mr. Earl, has something happened again?" The old wizard was extremely nervous when he saw Lin You. In his opinion, every time the Forrest family, who had always been aloof from things, took the initiative to intervene, it often meant that unexpected changes had occurred.

Foreigners actually also say that “misfortunes never come alone”.

"Why are you so nervous, Professor Dumbledore?" Lin You said with a smile, "It's a good thing that I came here this time, because I suddenly found that I can help solve the problem of 'Horcruxes'."

When talking about "Horcrux", Lin You deliberately lowered his voice to ensure that the other school professors and doctors in the school hospital who were busy taking care of Harry Potter would not hear clearly.

Dumbledore didn't expect that Lin You's visit was not a "double whammy" but an "unexpected surprise", and his expression immediately eased a lot; "Have you made any new discoveries?"

"There is no new progress in the search for the Horcrux, but I may have found a feasible solution for how to deal with the wound on Mr. Potter's forehead."

To Dumbledore, Lin You's words were like a bolt from the blue; at this moment, he even briefly lost his inherent caution and calmness.

"You mean...what method is it that is guaranteed to be effective and safe?"

"I can see that you have completely confirmed the truth about the scar and have been worried about it. Yes, I have a solution; to put it simply, it is a magic that targets evil souls and consciousness. When I was preparing to track down the Horcrux, I looked through the family's collection of books and found this magic."

Lin You explained slowly and methodically; he seemed to be concentrating on the conversation with Dumbledore, but in fact most of his attention was focused outward, on another area unknown to ordinary people.

No, nothing! From the time he decided to change the plot of Harry Potter again, there was no sign of any gods trying to intervene.

Compared with the past when they closely monitored the movements of the quill pen, the current true gods seem to be collectively blind, and none of them noticed that the writer was deeply involved in the story plot and was jumping back and forth.

On the other hand, the conversation with Dumbledore went unusually smoothly.

The headmaster of Hogwarts trusted Lord Goff more than anyone could imagine, and even Moody was shocked; because as soon as Lin You proposed that he could treat Harry Potter, the old wizard agreed without hesitation, without even the slightest verification.

Facing the questioning gazes of other professors, especially Madam Pomfrey, the head of the school hospital, Lin You arrived at Harry Potter's bedside.

For confidentiality reasons, Lin You and Dumbledore no longer mentioned the word "Horcrux" at this time. Even Moody and Snape, who also knew about the existence of "Horcruxes", did not know that Harry was also one of Voldemort's "Horcruxes" at this moment.

Everyone thought it was to check whether Voldemort had left any hidden injuries on Harry.

Lin You pretended to point the gloomy wooden wand at the Boy-Who-Lived; it looked like a spell on the surface, but in fact it was divine power that seeped into the depths of Harry Potter's soul bit by bit.

Voldemort's dark magic and soul are a difficult problem that wizards are helpless against, but are a piece of cake for true gods; not to mention that the Ophiuchus Saint is known for his healing ability that is unrivaled in the Sanctuary.

A layer of white light appeared on Harry Potter, covering every inch of his skin, like a virtual human body made entirely of light.

"What is this?" Snape, with a cold appearance, asked the first question.

"Life force, magic power, consciousness;" Lin You made up a lie to bully the mortal wizard for being "ignorant", "This is a magic that comprehensively monitors the patient's physical condition. From the brightness of the light, it can be seen that Mr. Potter is a healthy young man. Both his mental and physical state are at the level of a normal teenager."

"Besides here?" Moody was the second to speak, his magic eyes fixed on an inconspicuous black spot on Harry's forehead, "What is that?" Lin You stretched out his wand and pointed, and the originally silent black spot was activated, like a stone breaking the water surface, causing ripples; a cold and dirty breath rose from the black spot, neither dissipating nor converging, and its "dancing in the wind" looked like seaweed drifting with the waves on the seabed.

"It is obvious that the Dark Arts have left their mark on Mr. Potter."

The gloomy wooden wand "picked up" a wisp of black air, which gradually became longer and longer, but never stopped; the other end of the black air stubbornly took root on the black spot on the forehead.

"Is that the scar on Harry's forehead?" A slightly childish voice sounded, which was particularly recognizable among a group of middle-aged people.

The person who spoke was a girl with long fluffy hair, and a pair of beaver-like front teeth were exposed when she opened her mouth. Next to her stood a boy with red hair, and both of them had the same worried expression.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, you should go back to your dormitory now. Curfew is almost time." Professor McGonagall's face was solemn, and her stern gaze made the two Gryffindors tremble with fear.

Ron Weasley pleaded bravely: "Professor, we are worried about Harry..."

Before Professor McGonagall could speak, Lin You interrupted and said, "If my assessment of Mr. Potter's condition is correct, then the following treatment process is not suitable for two underage students to watch."

"You don't look like an adult either." Ron retorted; when facing strangers, he was often very courageous, which profoundly explained what "ignorance is fearless". Of course, it could also be that he habitually did things and spoke without thinking.

"That's true. Since you care about your friend so much, then be serious and watch carefully." Lin You smiled widely, and he didn't seem to be angry at all about a little kid's choking. Without any movement of the magic wand in his hand, the wisp of black air that was stirred up suddenly surged and turned into a cloud of extremely thick black fog.

In the black fog, a hideous ghost shadow could be vaguely seen; for some reason, everyone felt that this ghost shadow was facing them, and everyone vaguely heard a heart-shaking howl.

In fact, at this time, the ward was silent; the howling sound was not heard from the ears, but directly from everyone's heart. The chilling coldness instantly spread throughout the body, deep into the bone marrow, and an inexplicable fear arose from the bottom of the heart.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and the other professors looked even more grim, all of them were moved by the sinister and vicious nature of this dark magic.

As for the only two students at the scene, Hermione Granger was pale, her lips were tightly bitten with her beaver teeth, and her whole body was trembling; Ron Weasley was the worst off, he was so scared that he screamed, staggered and almost lost his balance, and took several steps back before holding on to the door frame and gasping for breath.

"It is indeed one of the most evil souls in the human race." Lin You seemed not to see the effect of his prank at all, and was fully focused on "admiring" the soul fragment that was suddenly activated.

As the soul fragments became active, the face of the unconscious Harry Potter became increasingly hideous, and the dull groans he made unconsciously showed that he was in great pain.

"What on earth is that?" As the head of Slytherin, Snape was more anxious than the head of Gryffindor.

"Keep quiet, Mr. Snape, now is the most critical step." Lin You was leisurely and contented, and his words and actions were so absurd and artificial that they had risen from pretending to be mysterious.

Snape was about to say something else, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker, and the mental oppression on everyone present became more intense; Hermione and Ron could no longer stand in the ward and retreated to the door, but they still gritted their teeth and refused to leave.

As the density of the black fog increased, the dark spots on Harry's forehead became lighter and lighter; it was as if the black substance originally deposited on his forehead was sublimating and gradually turning into rising black fog.

When the last trace of black disappeared from his forehead, Lin You gently stroked the dark wood magic wand, with the tip of the wand passing across his forehead, as if "cutting" off the last trace of connection between the two.

The black fog instantly rose into the air, almost breaking through the roof, but was firmly bound by an invisible force; as the tip of the wand pointed, a potion bottle commonly seen in hospitals flew into the air and landed in Lin You's palm.

The hideous ghost in the black fog was extremely violent, and its roar almost broke through the boundary between reality and illusion and echoed in the material world. But no matter how it struggled, it was still pulled by the dark wood wand and was stuffed into the potion bottle little by little.

The moment the cork was put in, the cold and gloomy atmosphere in the ward was swept away, and even the magic candlelight became brighter.

Harry Potter's originally painful expression gradually calmed down and he fell asleep peacefully again.

"What...what is that?" Ron asked timidly in Hermione's ear with a trembling voice; although they were far away and his voice was very low, Lin You could still hear it clearly.

"A genie. Ever heard of Aladdin's lamp? It's similar." Count Goff shook the potion bottle with a sincere look on his face. "If you uncork it, the black genie inside will grant you a wish."

"Really...really?"

Ron's half-belief and half-doubt were mixed with some sincere expectations, which made Hermione roll her eyes and wish she could slap him on the back of the head. Even Professor McGonagall couldn't stand Snape's silent mocking sneer and couldn't help but glare at the stupid kid from her own college.

Whose genie in the lamp looks so spooky? Is this a dark fairy tale?

"Leave it to you." Lin You threw the bottle to Dumbledore. "I originally wanted to destroy it directly, but I thought you might want to do some research. You can burn it with Fiendfyre afterwards."

"Is it all right just like this?" Overjoyed, Dumbledore finally regained his composure and cautiously asked Lin You for confirmation.

"Don't worry, if there are any sequelae, or the disease has not been completely cured, you can always come to me for a follow-up consultation." Lin You took the responsibility; this small problem is easy to solve in the hands of the true God, so how could it not be cured?

For the author, it is not important whether the “treatment” is effective or not; what is important is what happens during the “treatment” process.

It is not terrible if something unexpected happens during the "treatment" process. It is more terrible if nothing unexpected happens.

"I have to go now."

Lin You stood up and prepared to leave; he was now anxious to find a "god" to answer his questions. (End of this chapter)