Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Not like human taste.

Desperate ingredients.

Monotonous technique.

And...the ingenious seasoning ideas.

But he didn't expect that after he left school, the little progress he had made would disappear over time.

"Hasn't there been any students who can cook in these eleven years to help you perfect the recipe?"

Looking at the eye-catching "boiled potatoes", "baked potatoes", "potato chips", "potato salad" and "potato soup" on the menu, he felt that the dozens or even hundreds of house-elves around him were like a pile of moving potatoes.

"Professor...I'm sorry!"

A house-elf who looked quite old and whose Hogwarts tea towel had an unclear emblem on it staggered forward, his face filled with pain. The elves around him also lowered their heads, looking extremely lost.

"No, no, no, you don't have to be like this... I'm just a little surprised, why is the dish I taught you lost?"

Realizing that his reaction was somewhat excessive, Lynn scratched his head awkwardly, sat down on a small stool, pulled over a few elves, and softened his attitude.

"At least we can't cook five kinds of potatoes for one meal, otherwise the children will think Hogwarts is like a potato farm... We can improve our skills slowly, and at least the menu should look like that."

Surrounded by a group of flattered house-elves, Professor Eric's first mission began.

In a short while, the huge kitchen began to work in full swing.

Change Hogwarts, start by reshaping the kitchen!

This was the last bit of stubbornness from a Hufflepuff.

Also a professor defending the sacred rights.

Chapter 14 Severus Snape

"So... is this why you spent half the day in the kitchen, Professor Eric?"

In the Vice-Principal's office, Professor McGonagall's face was terribly gloomy, even scarier than the howling wind outside the window.

Even the "Hufflepuff King of Hell" who caused a big fuss at Hogwarts more than a decade ago felt a little suppressed by his blood when facing this majestic vice-headmaster.

"Ma'am, please listen to me... listen to my explanation." Lynn came forward with a wry smile, took out the menu that he had drawn on and revised several times, and handed it forward like a treasure. "The students have finally taken a day-long train ride from London to come here, so we should let them enjoy some real food, right? Letting them eat potatoes every day, I don't think it's the Hogwarts way of hospitality."

The real treat - five dishes of potatoes were finally reduced to two.

"That's true." Professor McGonagall took the menu and scanned it up and down. Although she was still angry, her expression softened a bit. "But you don't have to go through so much trouble for so long, do you? I know that when you were in school, you often asked the house-elves in the kitchen to cook for you. Now that you're a teacher, can't you act a little more like a professor?"

If the Hogwarts cafeteria was half as good as Beauxbatons, then of course it would be fine, Lynn thought to herself.

But there was no way he would say this in front of Professor McGonagall.

Unless he wanted to become the shortest-serving professor in Hogwarts' history - being kicked out before he even taught a single class.

Faced with Professor McGonagall's rebuke and advice, he could only revisit his school days, be a good and obedient student in front of the teachers, admit his mistakes sincerely, and refuse to...

Huh? No, he's a professor now, so there's no need to change it!

Dare you next time!

So after a lot of advice that went in one ear and out the other, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to silently add more burden to herself. She sent Lynn to the hall and asked him to cooperate with Hagrid and Madam Hooch to prepare for tonight's banquet.

In her words, it was a case of making the best use of people and things. Besides dueling, this was what Lin En was best at.

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Regardless of how Professor McGonagall felt at the moment, Lynn herself was enjoying her free time.

Although the plan to renovate the Hogwarts kitchen now seems to be a long-term task, at least he has been saved from the fate of suffering by looking at piles of potatoes on the dining table, and maybe he can even have a drink with his two "drinking buddies".

With this feeling in mind, Lynn walked into the auditorium with brisk steps.

Just as he was about to make the weather in the magic sky clearer, he suddenly stopped and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

In the middle of the auditorium stood a person whom he didn't like very much.

"Lynn Eric," Snape said Lynn's full name word by word, expressionless, his voice eerie, "I didn't expect Dumbledore to find you. His vision is getting worse every year."

"Is this how you see me, Senior Snape? It seems that you graduated too early and we were unable to fully communicate."

Faced with the provocation, Lynn added a highly sarcastic emphasis to the word "senior", and under the hesitant gaze of Hagrid and Madam Hooch, he walked forward and met Snape's eyes.

"Your fellow Death Eaters would agree, if the Dementors haven't eaten their brains yet."

He was taller than Snape, and his amber eyes looked slightly downward with undisguised sarcasm.

“You…!”

"Why, did it hit a sore spot for you?"

Snape's anger seemed to burn through the dome of the hall, but Lynn refused to give in.

The empty auditorium was tense and even the candles on the tables were extinguished.

Although the two men did not draw their wands, they engaged in several rounds of silent tit-for-tat clashes in a short moment.

Lynn was well aware of Snape's identity and circumstances, but that didn't stop him from being sarcastic and mocking.

The reason was simple: he was a friend of Frank and Alice Longbottom.

"Lynn, Severus, you guys..."

"Lynn! Why don't you come to my place for some tea? Severus, Minerva wants you to come over. She has something to talk to you about."

The senior Madam Huo Qi saw that the situation was in danger of getting out of control and was about to step forward, but was suddenly interrupted in the middle of her words.

The door of the auditorium suddenly opened, and a short and slender figure walked in quickly, with a shrill voice but a very cheerful tone.

As Snape and Lyn's teacher when they were studying at Hogwarts, Flitwick easily eased the tense atmosphere as soon as he appeared on the scene.

"……understood."

Snape, who suffered a loss in silence, had a gloomy face, snorted coldly, and walked away.

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, for causing trouble for you and everyone." After Snape left, Lynn's expression gradually relaxed and he said with a hint of apology.

"I understand you, Lynn. Some things should not be forgotten... But let's get on with our work. How about letting me admire your wonderful performance on the NEWTs exam again?"

The sentimental Professor Flitwick floated into the air and considerately changed the subject.

Lin En followed suit and smiled sincerely: "Of course, Professor, please give me your advice."

As he spoke, a magic wand appeared in his palm. The phoenix feather core of the wand conveyed an excited emotion, and tremendous magic power almost burst out from the tip of the wand.

Amid Professor Flitwick's excited admiration, Lynn waved his wand and lit the extinguished candle. Immediately afterwards, the cloudy magic dome was filled with bright starlight.

In an instant, the clouds dissipated, and the clear night sky appeared above the heads of several people. The bright full moon was hidden in the corner, contrasting with the starry sky, like a starry sky that was more beautiful and pure than reality.

In the blink of an eye, the huge auditorium was covered with a thin gauze dress, which was magnificent.

"This is really... wonderful."

Hagrid looked up blankly, looking at the starry sky that seemed to be there, and sighed sincerely.

"As long as you like it. Hagrid, Madam Hooch, would you like to have a drink at the dinner? I brought back a lot of good wine from Russia, and I'm waiting to share it with you all."

Like a magic trick, Lin En pulled out a bottle of aged liquor and extended an invitation with a smile.

This was a temptation that the two like-minded people could hardly refuse.

Even Flitwick was a little tempted. He gestured with his right thumb and index finger and said softly, "I can do a little bit, too."

Without Snape, the hall was filled with cheers until Professor McGonagall strode in in a hurry.

"Oh? Today's dome is quite good. It finally saves me some worries." Looking up, Professor McGonagall praised softly, then raised her voice to greet the few people whose minds had drifted to the wine table, "Hurry up and make the final inspection. The special train is coming soon!"

In the entire Hogwarts, apart from the house-elves in the kitchen, perhaps only the diligent Professor McGonagall is still working hard.

It is embarrassing.

Chapter 15 Opening Ceremony

Under Professor McGonagall's personal management, the preparations for the ceremony were finally completed when the sky darkened.

Thousands of candles in the air above the auditorium and on the tables emitted light and heat, complementing the starry sky above the dome.

The little wizards lined up and walked in one after another, exclaiming in surprise.

Then there was the sound of tables, chairs and benches colliding.

With the joint efforts of the little wizards who had been away from the campus for many days, the tidy auditorium instantly turned into a messy vegetable market.

The professors have arrived, including Dumbledore, who has been missing recently, and Gilderoy Lockhart, the hotly-anticipated figure who has occupied the front page of the Daily Prophet for half a month.

Lockhart, wearing an eye-catching aqua-green robe, pulled Professor Flitwick and Burbage together and boasted about his "legendary story" in a loud voice. Even McGonagall, who was maintaining order, frowned.

Snape and Lynn sat down at the two ends of the professor's chair. They also heard Lockhart's bragging and looked contemptuous.

"He's so noisy. I don't remember him being so exaggerated when I was in school." Professor Sprout sat next to Lynn, trying to maintain the dignity of a dean. He didn't show his attitude on his face like Lynn did, but he also complained in a low voice.

Having taught at Hogwarts for many years, she is a powerful wizard who is no less powerful than McGonagall and Flitwick. She can easily see through Lockhart's true worth without having to tell the difference at a glance.

“You’re right, Professor,” Lynn agreed softly, glancing at the long table that was almost full.

A familiar face came into view.

Percy, Cedric, Penelope, Fred, George...even Draco.

But something seems to be missing.

During his lazy search, he suddenly widened his eyes and made a discovery.

Hermione was the only one left of the trio, as the other two disappeared without a trace.

Lin En tried hard to find the broken memories and thought hard, but he couldn't remember the reason.

Many years have passed, and he only remembers things related to Horcruxes this year.

[Lucius was beaten up by Arthur, and then stuffed the diary of the noseless old man into Ginny's book, completing an unimaginable plan and sending someone to his death. He can be called Dumbledore's number one foreign aid.]

The only other person left is... Dobby the elf?

"Oh, Dobby!"

The few remaining fragments of memory came into play. Lin En slapped his thigh and growled.

"What's wrong, Lynn? What's Dobby?" The voice was so soft that Sprout couldn't hear it clearly.

"No, it's nothing, Professor." Lynn quickly shook her head, "Harry Potter and Ron Weasley don't seem to be here, is there something wrong?"

His eyes swept across the auditorium.

McGonagall had vanished, as had Snape.

Lynn was about to get up when she saw Dumbledore's deep gaze.

As one of the protagonists of the upcoming introduction session for new professors, he obviously couldn't just walk away. He could only sit down with regret, secretly sighing that he had missed the opportunity to trouble Snape.

Suddenly, he felt an unusual gaze.

Looking in that direction, it was indeed Neville.

The chubby little face was full of restraint and nervousness, but also with a hint of anticipation.

Lynn smiled and raised her glass to greet him from a distance, instantly causing her rosy face to break into a bright smile.

"Neville has a high talent for Herbology, but it's a pity he wasn't assigned to our college." Sprout whispered.

Lynn put down his glass, looked at the cheerful Neville, and said thoughtfully: "Gryffindor is not bad. He is brave and kind, and will achieve something. Frank and Alice will see it too."

As he spoke, he did not notice that Harry and Ron were tiptoeing outside the gap in the auditorium door and looking over here.

Behind them, a gloomy figure had quietly stood there, and heard clearly the malicious slander of the two men.

"Maybe," the cold voice made the two little ones who thought they were secretive feel their hearts sink, "he was not fired, but is waiting for you to explain why you didn't take the school bus."

The black poisonous snake spewed venom and was drowned in the waves of cheers in the auditorium.

All colleges are welcoming newcomers.

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