Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"You have really woven an amazing web, Lin En." The old man sighed, "It seems that I must cheer up my old bones. I never thought that at this age, I would have to work for my own disciples."

"You're only 600 years old, not old at all." Lin En half-jokingly said, "Besides, aren't you planning to create another Philosopher's Stone?"

"You unreasonable bastard!" Nico scolded with a smile, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have joined you as the chief advisor."

He said so, but judging from the smile on his face, this old man who has been pursuing new things all his life has already become interested.

But he thought about more than that, he thought deeper and further.

"If something this shocking were to appear, you should know what kind of resistance you would encounter, right?"

"That's why we need to take it one step at a time." Lin En stood up with a smile and looked at the meeting place that was packed with people not long ago. "Once the snowball starts rolling, it will be unstoppable. I believe in my partners. They will surprise me, just like every time before."

"You will take a different path from all your predecessors, but now you still need to accumulate experience." Nico stood silently behind him and patted his back. "You are very young, and time is on your side. However... perhaps we need to be more vigilant about the things you mentioned earlier."

"Did you gain anything? About the history of Helbo's era?" Lin En turned his head, his expression more serious.

Nicolas Flamel took out the golden dagger, gently drew it out of the sheath, revealing a ray of cold light.

"I have seen this curse in a book from ancient Rome, and it has never appeared again." He said in a deep voice, "During the long Middle Ages, we lost a lot of knowledge, and history was also interrupted there. Many things are no longer known, perhaps including the end of some beings who claim to be gods."

Lin En nodded: "Even you don't know... that means it is indeed a bit strange."

"So be careful. I heard Fei talk about your experience in the United States. Facing such a strange existence, don't act rashly. Let Dumbledore go and explore the way first. Give me some time to study this dagger carefully. It may help you."

The old man walked outside slowly, speaking in a gentle tone.

"The despicable Herpo... the god-killing Herpo... this is a really interesting topic. How many unknown secrets have been buried in the eight hundred years of darkness?"

Not far away, Euphemia, who had finished her discussion, was walking towards the two of them - it was already late.

Lin En also hurriedly followed, walking beside him, secretly calculating in his mind.

The original plan may need to be adjusted.

The more he experienced personally, the more he understood that the magical world that remained in his memories of his previous life was just the tip of the iceberg of this intricate history and time, and there were many secrets buried in unknown places.

The judgment of this old man, who has lived through six centuries, is trustworthy in most of the time. Since he believes that caution is needed, it means that there are indeed considerable risks and hidden dangers, and one needs to plan carefully before taking action.

After all, he is not the strongest wizard like Dumbledore who can use his magic to break all obstacles.

There are still many people and things in this world that he needs to treat with caution - such as a certain existence that is still buried in the deepest part of the Kushan ruins.

Listening to the advice and teachings of teachers is a good way to make people wise.

Chapter 171 Course Selection Consultation

Compared with the turbulent outside world, the Hogwarts campus is ultimately a pure land.

Although various troubles may arise, it is generally safe and peaceful.

But some little wizards did not live a happy life.

Fifth and seventh graders will soon be preparing for their OWLs and NEWTs exams, while second graders will begin preparing for elective courses starting in their third academic year.

For example, Hermione, who always likes to be ahead of the curve in everything, takes this matter seriously and cautiously.

"Elective courses will also affect our future, and we must make the right choices." While Lynn was still sleeping soundly in the office, she was already sitting in the common room and speaking to the worried Harry and Ron.

"It's a pity we can't give up Potions." Harry sighed and circled the course schedule and introductions.

Ron was doing the same thing. He said dejectedly, "It would be nice if we didn't have History of Magic. How on earth did Percy and Bill take all twelve subjects? Aren't they human?"

Not far away, Neville was also pondering over his timetable, and next to him were a lot of letters from home - either from relatives of the Longbottom family or good friends of his father's generation, all wanting to give him some advice.

Also struggling were Seamus, Dean, and the other little wizards who were also in their second year - making the choice was a hassle.

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In the office, Lin En, who had just woken up from a dream, rubbed his eyes, and his whole body was full of fatigue.

Last night, after sending Euphemia and Nico back to Beauxbatons, he had a long chat with Firenze in the Forbidden Forest - about the hazy future seen by the centaur prophet.

It was already late at night when he returned to the castle. In line with the principle of finishing today's work today, he carefully studied the minutes of the day's meeting. Not long after he lay down, the young man's knock on the door pulled him out of his dream of Euphemia.

This couldn't help but make him feel lost and sleepy.

"Uncle Eric, we'll hand the results over to Professor McGonagall the day after tomorrow," Ron said carelessly, fiddling with a brand new wand in his hand. This was the one Bill had taken him to Diagon Alley to buy a few days ago. It was fourteen inches, willow wood, and unicorn hair, and was much more convenient to use than Charlie's old wand.

"...So, you got up so early during the holiday just to ask me about course selection?" Glancing helplessly at Ron, Lynn sighed secretly and pressed his brow with the tip of his thumb. "Okay, what do you need me to do? You don't have many elective courses, right?"

"Right now there are only Divination, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures," said Hermione.

"That's it, let me see..."

Lynn took the schedule from Hermione's hand, thought for a moment, and tapped her fingertips.

"It's hard to say what the quality of Divination is, but it's relatively easy to get a good grade - as long as you're willing to make predictions about yourself that don't turn out well, and don't take the words of a drunk fortune-teller seriously, and tolerate the smell of sherry on her."

His evaluation of Trelawney was very harsh. Hermione was a little resistant, but Ron and Harry seemed slightly moved.

"For the Muggle Studies course, although I don't want to be disrespectful to Professor Bubbage, a lot of research results are indeed quite outdated. If you want to make some progress beyond the course, you probably need to find some books to read on your own - Hermione should know this, like those natural science and social science works published by Muggles." Lynn shook his head with sleepy eyes and spoke in a daze.

Hermione nodded seriously. She was always more interested in subjects that had a clear basis for conclusions, but Ron was not interested at all.

"Arithmancy is a very good elective course. I admire Professor Victor's rigor, but the course is quite difficult. Be careful, Ron, your wand almost poked my eye." After Ron's wand almost slipped out of his hand again, Lynn finally came to his senses from his half-asleep state and glanced at him.

"Oh...Okay, Uncle Eric." Ron quickly put away his wand and pretended to be a good boy.

Even though everyone knew he wasn't.

"As for the last part... Protecting magical creatures. It is definitely a good thing to have more contact with magical creatures. You also need to breathe more fresh air besides your heavy academic workload. I suggest you choose this course." He thought of the Forbidden Forest Warden who was about to take over as professor.

In a sense, Hagrid and the soon-to-retire Professor Kettleburn were similar - their biggest difference was probably their physical fitness.

"In short," he straightened up and said with energy, "I don't recommend taking twelve courses just for the sake of taking them. The purpose of taking classes is to enrich your own knowledge reserves and master the method of learning, so you should choose courses that suit you. For example, Hermione, I don't recommend you to choose Divination. This course is completely incompatible with your personality."

"Okay, professor." Hermione took her course selection list without any doubt and checked off the Divination course she wanted to choose. "Then I will choose the remaining three courses."

"What about us?" Ron asked. "You can't be partial! We want suggestions too!"

"You two are not suitable for studying Arithmancy and Divination, and Muggle Studies seems a bit outdated. My suggestion is that you choose two other courses, especially Care of Magical Creatures. You will like it." Lynn yawned slightly.

He began to feel sleepy again.

Although she still had some questions to ask, seeing that Lin En was drowsy, Hermione took her two good friends and left first very sensibly. Before leaving, she also reminded Lin En to have a good rest, which was very considerate.

It’s just a pity that even after sending away the energetic trio, Lin En didn’t get a chance to rest.

He had just had a glass of water and was about to go back to bed to continue his unfinished sweet dream when a new visitor knocked on the door again.

This time it was Neville.

There was also a sly-looking Boyce following behind.

"Okay... Looks like we've already made it within one day." He smiled helplessly. He knew there was no hope for him to fall asleep again, so he had to move away from the door and took out a bottle of wakefulness medicine and drank it.

I have to admit that the taste is indeed a bit bad, which is very much in line with Alex's style of "only pursuing efficacy without considering taste".

He turned his back and grinned for a while at an angle where the two of them couldn't see him. Then his expression returned to calm. He sat in his seat with a clear mind, holding his chin with one hand, and looked at Boyce meaningfully.

"Neville must be talking to me about course selection. What about you, Mr. Springhall, who is not doing his job? You are not coming to me for last-minute exams, are you?"

In response he got Boyce's sneer and a test paper that he had asked Doris to help mark at some point - although it wasn't terrible, there were indeed quite a few mistakes, and it looked to be between A and E, an embarrassing score.

At this point, the class leader who has been playing around for a year has started to try all kinds of methods to help his condition.

Sharpening a gun in the face of battle will bring displeasure.

Chapter 172 The Approaching Exam Season (Please give me a ticket for my birthday~)

The spring semester at Hogwarts is the shortest in the year, lasting more than two months from the Christmas vacation to the Easter vacation.

But starting from Easter, the entire summer semester seems extremely tight.

After all, OWLs exams are held much earlier than the school's normal final exams, starting in early June.

Boyce only had seven weeks left, and his theoretical foundation was indeed weak - so weak that Professor Sprout had to find his prefect before the career guidance began and have a serious discussion with him.

Even though he didn't need to worry about his scores in practical subjects, the exam was still divided into two parts.

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"My suggestion is these two courses, Neville." Holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and Neville's course selection list in the other, Lynn said with a smile, "You've been in great shape recently, keep it up. I'll write to Augusta, and don't give up on exercising."

"Okay, Professor." In front of outsiders, Neville did not reveal at all that Lynn was his godfather.

He took the schedule a little stiffly, then quietly pulled out Rabastan Lestrange's wand from his arms, shook it at Lynn unnoticeably, and then left happily.

"This child..."

Lynn smiled and shook her head, then turned her gaze to Boyce, who was already sitting at the coffee table scratching his head.

Looking at the gibberish magic translation, my good mood immediately disappeared.

He spent about ten minutes watching Boyce answer the questions at a snail's pace. Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead gradually increasing, the office became extremely depressing.

The sound of the feather pen hitting the test paper gradually disappeared, partly because of nervousness and partly because most of the content that was easy to write had already been written, and the rest was hard stuff.

Boyce flipped through the test paper impatiently, picking up and putting down the quill from time to time. The test seemed to have entered garbage time.

"Professor, please forgive me... My mind goes blank when you stare at me like that." He said with difficulty.

“When I’m not staring at you, isn’t your mind a blank?” Lin En asked with a sneer.

He was already sleep-deprived and was in a bad mood today.

"You can even remember the wrong things about Jera and Lags, so what are you talking about off-field factors?"

"And here, what does Kennaz mean besides warmth? Is this what it means here?"

"..."

His fingertips moved quickly across the test paper, landing on the wrong questions one by one. Every word he said made Boyce's face become more stiff.

Only when his face had lost all color and his papers were riddled with holes did Lynn calm down a little, raised his wand, took his own textbook from the bookshelf, and placed it in front of Boyce.

"Take it back and read the first twenty pages, then translate the passage on page 18. When you're done, give it to Doris for correction."

Taking a deep breath and gulping down the already warm coffee, Lin En calmed down a little and picked up the paper on the coffee table.

"The questions here are all real questions from the ancient rune OWLs exams from 1975 to 1985. Although I made some adjustments to them and made them a little more difficult, I didn't expect you to have such a hard time doing them. You need to work harder, understand?"

"I see, Professor..."

"Would you like to keep this wonderful paper for me as a souvenir or take it back for yourself?"

"I will reflect on this seriously... and give you the answer by tomorrow."

Facing Lynn's scrutiny, Boyce felt like he was hit by a blow.

He paid the price for the joy he had enjoyed for the previous six months.

Just as he was about to leave the office dejectedly, Lin En's voice sounded from behind him.

"From now on, after dinner every day, I will leave a small test for the fifth and seventh graders in the Magic Text Classroom. Professor Babel will be on site to supervise the test. You can also come to my office anytime to answer questions privately after you finish."

"!"

Boyce perked up and turned his head quickly.

"Why are you so silly? Why don't you go back and do your homework? Are you waiting for me to beat you up?" Lin En glared at him and said viciously, "Also, don't believe in any stupid student black market, or I will hand you over to Doris for discipline. She will definitely be more ruthless than me."

"Okay! Professor! I'll go back right away! You are not allowed to look for her. Doris is too scary when she goes crazy!"

The little wizard, who had a sad face just now, suddenly smiled. Without waiting for Lin En to kick him on the butt, he picked up the test paper and textbooks and ran away, disappearing out the door in a flash.

The entire corridor echoed with his laughter - it was as if he had found money on the street.

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Two days later, with a meeting of all professors convened by Professor McGonagall herself, the new semester began and this year's examination season also kicked off.

Boyce's concerns are not isolated cases among fifth-year wizards, but a common phenomenon.

There is a saying circulating among students.

[After Easter, every hour spent by fifth and seventh graders is worth at least one Galleon.]

In order to give students enough time to review, starting from the summer semester, every subject has abandoned homework for these two grades - those lengthy papers that lack practical value are really not suitable for students preparing for exams.