Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Author: Night Watchman of the Golden Theater

Summary:

The people of the wizarding world were in a brief period of peace between two wars, thinking that danger would never come again.

But beneath the calm surface, undercurrents have begun to stir.

After many years, Lynn Eric returned to Hogwarts with his magic and pursuit, and walked into the center of the vortex - with a brand new identity.

When the magic dormant in mystery and the unknown comes into reality, everything will be different.

Chapter 1 It's Raining in Moscow

Saturday, July 1992, 7, Moscow.

Although the destruction is short, the extension process is long.

The powerful existence that once intimidated the entire world has collapsed, but its complete collapse did not happen overnight.

The passers-by walked in a hurry with gloomy faces, just like the misty drizzle. Although it was a summer day, it was gloomy and slightly cold.

A building with a classical aesthetic stands on the corner of the street, but it seems to not exist in the world at all, like air.

Faint magical fluctuations shroud this place. Although it is only a few feet away, it is like two different worlds to ordinary people who don't understand magic.

A man and a woman slowly walked out.

"Mr. Eric, if you need anything else, please feel free to contact me. The Book Management Department always welcomes you."

The woman, who was over fifty years old, smiled flatteringly and spoke in a humble tone, and handed over the suitcase respectfully.

"Thank you, Ms. Lydia. I will come again, as long as the price is right. You can just call me Lynn next time."

There was no foreign accent in the young man named Lin En's speech. His handsome face showed an impeccable smile, which was polite and sincere.

Taking the box, feeling the weight that even the Traceless Extension Charm could not completely erase, he nodded with satisfaction and strode into the crowd.

After a long time, the woman who watched him go away turned around and went back, thinking about how to continue to make a fortune.

There aren't many clients as generous as this, but it's rare in this era.

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Lin En didn't know nor care about her thoughts. He just carried his suitcase and walked silently towards the suburbs.

This book, which has been passed down from the Middle Ages to the present day but has been sold at a low price due to the turbulent situation and no one is interested in it, is a top-secret treasure of the country's Ministry of Magic. But now it is only sold for a few thousand Galleons, which is more precious and cheaper than the ones obtained from Eastern European countries in the past two years.

It was worth his special trip.

Calming himself down, he slowly walked into an alley, but suddenly stopped and said without turning his head:

"Dmitri, I've been following you for so long, is there something wrong?"

The magnetic voice echoed in the alley.

After a while, a burly figure walked out from the corner with a suspicious look on his face.

"Lynn Eric, put down the stolen tome and leave."

Unlike his rough appearance, the man in front of me, although dressed in rags, still has the calmness and composure that comes from the tempering of time.

Dmitri Mikhailov, former Head of the Auror Office of the Magical Council, has been dismissed from his position by the Ministry of Magic.

The surging magic power gathered at the top of the wand, the evil curse was ready to be unleashed, and the threat was self-evident.

"You misunderstood. This transfer certificate has the authorization of the new Ministry of Magic, and the official seal on it is very clear...!"

Hearing this, Lynn calmly took out the parchment and spread it out in front of the other party.

However, before he could finish his words, two cold lights came from behind him, hit the invisible light curtain, and dissipated into light spots.

The automatically triggered Advanced Armor Spell was easily blocked, without causing them to have any effect except adding a hint of gloom to Lynn's face.

His smile faded.

Two men who looked younger than Dmitri came from behind and sandwiched him.

They were also Aurors, well-known in Eastern Europe and with an extraordinary record.

"As expected, you are here too, but I don't like the way you greet me."

Lynn's voice was calm and cold.

"You are no longer Aurors. You are even wanted criminals. Robbery is understandable, but what are you doing?"

The eyes, as deep as the night sky, showed displeasure, but more of curiosity.

"This is the country's wealth. No one has the right to sell it cheaply or take it away." Dmitri said firmly, "Leave the box and leave our country. I know you are a powerful guy, but this is three to one."

"Three to one," Lin En put down the suitcase in boredom, smoothed his rain-soaked hair, and smiled meaningfully, "Are you sure?"

Before he finished speaking, two red lights shot out from his fingertips.

"Bam—"

It was like a heavy hammer falling on their chests. The two well-trained and experienced Aurors instantly lost control of their bodies.

It was not until their consciousness became blurred that a deep red color appeared in their vision, but their perspective had already begun to sink and fall into darkness.

Textbook-like wandless spellcasting, even without the help of a magic wand, is swift and sharp.

On the left wrist, the slender bracelet glowed faintly, and a slender magic wand appeared out of thin air.

"It's one-on-one now." Lynn said briskly, "It's not a wise choice to use old intelligence."

Dmitri was sweating profusely, feeling that his life and death were out of his control.

Even so, he wasn't prepared to back down.

"Collapse!"

Thick red beams gushed out and he took the initiative to attack.

Lin En dodged cleverly by moving sideways, but also shifted his gaze.

Seizing the opportunity, Dmitri slashed with his wand without stopping.

Beams of light came one after another, and the rubble from all over the alley took the opportunity to rise into the air, and under the power of transformation, they turned into sharp stone cones and fell down again.

The combined offensive was not fancy, but very practical.

Over the past decade or so, countless dark wizards around the world have fallen under these three axes.

But Lynn just raised his wand calmly, without chanting any spell, and swung it out with ease.

The hard brick and stone ground suddenly cracked, and the bricks rose into the air, quickly turning into an exquisite shield blocking in front of him.

The surging magical power is hanging over it.

"boom--"

In the collision, the stone cone turned into powder and scattered all over the ground.

At the same time, without any warning, a silver light rose from the puddle under Dmitri's feet.

However, in an instant, this experienced Auror who had prepared countless backup plans was frozen inside and turned into an ice sculpture.

The rain fell, making a slight rustling sound.

The ice was very thin, but I couldn't break free no matter what I did.

The only things he could move were his eyes, and all his backup plans were meaningless.

"I told you a few years ago that everything you wanted to keep has been destroyed, just like when you were born decades ago. I respect your ideals and loyalty, but it's on the wrong target." Lin En walked forward and whispered regretfully.

The ice shattered and the tip of the staff hit his abdomen.

"It's over. Expelliarmus."

There was a flash of light, and a tall figure crashed into the corner of the wall, and the wand spun and fell into Lynn's hand.

The outcome has been decided.

"They will wake up in two minutes, and the Aurors are expected to arrive in five minutes. You have to hurry." Picking up the suitcase, Lynn threw back the wand and waved goodbye. "Good luck, we will meet again. You know what I mean. Goodbye."

"you……!"

Demetri fell against the wall, feeling the bone-chilling cold. He struggled to raise his hand, trying to pick up the wand that had fallen to the ground, but he could only watch Lynn disappear into the end of the alley as a shadow.

There was regret and reluctance on his face, but more importantly, deep disillusionment.

It is raining in Moscow, or rather, crying.

For a future with no clear path forward.

And, irreparable loss.

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That evening, Birmingham, Ed Baston.

When the lights come on, it is time for this city where diverse cultures blend and interpenetrate to "wake up".

After traveling thousands of kilometers, Lin En, who was tired from the journey, finally returned to a familiar place.

When he returned home, he went straight into the study without even packing his luggage and went straight to the desk by the window.

Lines of text that only he could see flashed before his eyes:

[Proficiency in the Coma Spell cannot be improved temporarily]

[Transfiguration proficiency +2]

[Rune Proficiency +1]

[The proficiency of the disarming spell cannot be improved temporarily]

“Oh~ There are so many cars!” Looking at the bustling traffic and people outside the window, Lin En tidied up the scattered parchment files on the table and sighed softly, “It’s a really good day.”

The ending note rises gently, carrying a little joy and playfulness.

Chapter 2: The turbulent student days

"Huh...it still doesn't work!"

Looking at the still messy desk, Lynn closed her eyes and stretched her arms.

At this moment, the silent and dim house suddenly came alive.

The suitcase lying on the ground floated to the desk and opened automatically. Rolls of parchment that seemed to still smell of ink were neatly stacked up.

He took off his well-fitting suit and shirt automatically and hung them in the open closet. A small brush flew into the air, sweeping away the already scarce dust.

The dark purple nightgown flew over quickly and was gently put on him, making him warm and comfortable.

With a snap of fingers, soothing music started to play, and something seemed to be moving in the kitchen.

After a while, a cup of fragrant green tea floated in front of him.

"Magic is really convenient. Manual labor and the like are not suitable for me."

Taking a sip of the refreshing tea, Lynn grinned and leaned back in his chair carefree.

"It's been several years before I knew it..."

His amber eyes were filled with clarity, and he muttered in a low voice, "I always feel like I'm getting old."

Thinking of the iconic smog days in Britain in the 1960s when he first came to this world, the world in front of his eyes became a little blurry.

My mind gradually drifts away and it is difficult to find its trace.

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Lynn Eric is a time traveler, but the time point is different from that of most of her "peers".

Ten years too early.

From 1963 to 1974, he lived in an orphanage in Birmingham with no clear background, save for a piece of paper with his name on it.