Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

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Judging from the length of time it took to be sorted into houses, this year was luckier as they did not have the same embarrassment as Lin En. Groups of freshmen quickly found their own houses and chattered non-stop.

Dumbledore also stood up at the right time, looking at the audience with a smile, his wise eyes filled with joy.

"Welcome everyone! Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year!"

The deep voice echoed in the auditorium, and the students who were talking immediately stopped the topic and looked at the principal.

"Before this year's banquet begins, please allow me to introduce two new professors to you."

"First," he raised his arm and stretched it to Lockhart, who was deliberately sitting in the middle, "Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart!"

Lockhart stood up upon hearing the voice. Although he could not speak, he did not miss any opportunity to show his signature smile to the students in the audience - the smile that won the [Most Charming Smile Award] and could be called the friend of middle-aged and elderly women.

Wizards with profound magical powers might know what kind of person he is, but students are obviously not among them, especially when this professor looks so handsome and elegant.

There was a burst of cheers, and the professor won a large number of fans as soon as he appeared.

Even Dumbledore had to put his hands together to calm the noise.

"Very good." He was still smiling even as the discussion faded from time to time. "As for our other professor, he is in charge of the new course "Runes and Ancient Magic" this year, Professor Lynn Eric!"

Hearing his name, Lin En stood up slowly, bowed calmly, and then sat down.

Everything from their attire to their movements were very low-key, but the auditorium, which was filled with discussions, suddenly fell into a situation of extremes.

Screams that were tried hard to suppress and restrain came one after another at the Slytherin table.

Waves of cheers, one louder than the other, continued inside and outside the Hufflepuff camp.

Without her good friend's company, Hermione, who was sitting at a corner of the long table, looked around in confusion. She had never seen the two houses in such a state.

The Slytherins, in particular, have always been arrogant and look down on everyone except the headmaster and Snape. But at this moment, they are as obedient as a group of shivering quails.

She didn't have long to think. After a moment of silence and surprise, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw broke out into a more heated discussion.

The entire auditorium was like a boiling frying pan.

Starting from the senior Hufflepuff students, followed by the junior students, and all the way to the freshmen who had just taken their seats, Lynn's name echoed over the hall like an iconic totem.

"Senior, what exactly is Professor Eric...?"

Hermione, who was full of curiosity, quickly pulled Percy, who was not far away, and tried to control her volume and asked as clearly as possible.

The joy on Percy's face was something she rarely saw.

The last time seemed to be the day Gryffindor won the house cup, after hearing about Ron's extra points.

"Eric taught him..."

"boom--"

Excited Percy was about to speak, but was completely drowned out by the deafening explosion.

The two looked in the direction of the sound, and the bright starry sky on the dome suddenly turned into a golden ocean, and then every hanging lamp, every thick beam, and the gold and black intertwined flags and logos turned the entire hall into the color of Hufflepuff.

The instigator of all this is now sitting in his professorial chair, responding to his admirers with a gentle smile.

Next to him was Professor Sprout, who was smiling and full of pride in his every move.

Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting in the main seat, seemed to be pleased with the outcome. He raised his glass with a smile and clinked it with that of Lockhart, who had a livid face beside him.

Hermione's doubts and curiosity grew even stronger.

Chapter 16 Fame

Slytherin's silence may be the best embellishment and footnote to this ocean of joy.

In fact, because of this, the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws did not feel offended, but instead enjoyed it.

Many young wizards who were unaware of the situation were confused, but soon, a senior with a mysterious look on his or her face would come forward and tell them the campus legend in a few words from their perspective.

"I don't think I need to explain too much, Hermione," Percy said. "As you can see, he is the best student Hufflepuff has had in a hundred years. You may have heard about his deeds in History of Magic class. Hint: The Wizarding War."

"Wizarding War?" Hermione's brain was working as fast as a library, and her beautiful eyes were gradually filled with shock. "He is the 'Red Eric' who killed thirty-four Death Eaters in a month? But wasn't he just--"

"Yes, this happened one month after that man's downfall, not long after he graduated, and many of the people who died that month were..." He pursed his lips in the direction of Slytherin, not hiding the contempt in his eyes.

In this respect, he is no different from his brothers and sisters.

"So they are afraid of Professor Eric?" Hermione looked at the handsome new professor in disbelief and murmured, "I can't believe it... I can't see it at all."

"Relax, Professor Eric is a very nice person and often comes to my house as a guest. He just never shows mercy to the Death Eaters."

Seeing Hermione's concerns, Percy explained with a smile, as if he was back to the scene when he first met Lynn.

That was nearly ten years ago.

At that time, he and Charlie were also trembling with fear, and were ridiculed by their elder brother Bill.

Thinking of this, he added: "You will understand after spending more time with him. He really appreciates smart and hardworking students like you. It won't be long before you will receive an invitation to his club - maybe I will do it for you."

"Club?" Hermione, who was in her second year, had never been exposed to these things.

"Yes, the Stargazer Club."

Percy's smile contained three parts of reserve and seven parts of pride.

After that, he turned and looked at Dumbledore.

It's time to end it.

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"Please be quiet, everyone."

The old man's calm voice spread to every corner of the hall driven by magic. Whether it was fear, gloating or ecstasy, all kinds of emotions were gradually calmed down through active or passive adjustments.

With a gentle wave of the Elder Wand, the Great Hall filled with Hufflepuff decorations instantly returned to its original state. The flags and emblems of the four major colleges reappeared in their original positions, and the dazzling starry sky also reappeared.

Silently and even faster, Lynn was a little surprised and stared at Dumbledore's back.

He knew very well that this was not the power of the Elder Wand, but merely a small test of the greatest white wizard.

His movements are so impressive that they make people admire him, as if time has not left any trace on him.

It seems that we have to go to the next level...

Lin En frowned slightly, looking at the proficiency panel that only he could see, and at the experience bar of [Magic Knowledge] that he had probably already gone through most of, but every step forward was not easy.

Time is the biggest gap between him and the great wizard predecessors, even though his diligence and understanding are already top-notch, and he has the supernatural power to transform all his efforts into rewards.

But isn’t every wizard who can reach the top a hero of the world?

At least at this moment, there is still a long distance waiting for him to cross.

Maybe it will take a year or two, or maybe it will take endless time.

Pressure and motivation rise at the same time and promote each other.

"It seems that everyone recognizes the two new professors. I believe you will have a fulfilling year." As if he hadn't noticed, Dumbledore smiled kindly, stretched out his arms, and said cheerful words, "Well, children, eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, steaming delicious meals appeared on four long tables at the same time, and many little wizards who were tired of eating all kinds of potatoes let out low cries of surprise.

Although the cooking method remains the same, at least there are some new dishes for today's dinner and the taste is slightly improved.

The smell of food was so tempting that even the young wizards who grew up hearing about Lin En's bad reputation could not suppress their appetite. They picked up their knives and forks and started to eat with relish.

In the professor's seat, Lynn, who had been busy since the morning, also felt an appetite. Listening to the secret signals from Hagrid and Madam Hooch not far away, he smiled and picked up the bottle of wine beside him.

The weight in his hand made him feel something unusual.

Upon closer inspection, I found that the bottle of wine, which was supposed to be full, was missing a portion without anyone noticing.

I looked up suddenly and met those blue eyes.

Dumbledore raised his glass with a smile and saluted in Lynn's direction. The glass was filled with the old wine he had taken away from him.

After one mouthful, his old face became more rosy, his wrinkles smoothed out, and his laughter became louder.

"Why is this old man just like old Nico, stealing wine to drink..." Lynn muttered with a smile, shook his head, waved his wand, and the wine in the bottle immediately flew out with a rich aroma and fell into the cups of Hagrid and Madam Hooch who had been waiting for a long time.

Of course, he did not forget Professor Flitwick. A small amount of wine fell accurately into a small wine glass made from a napkin, which was just right for his drinking capacity, not more or less.

Then everyone raised their glasses and the lively dinner began.

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"..."

"Just do your best and leave the rest to us?"

"We will study hard until we turn into dust?"

At the end of the dinner, as usual, the school song was sung. The Weasley couple sang their favorite melody of "Funeral March", adding some different meanings to the already disjointed school song.

Unlike previous years, this time besides Dumbledore, there were a few other mischievous guys joining them in the fun.

For example, their good brother Lee Jordan.

For example...Lynn, in the professor's chair, echoed Dumbledore and used magic to add rhythm to the lyrics that turned into golden ribbons.

Seeing Fred and George laughing all day long, he also became more playful and showed a side of himself that was different from what he had known before in front of all the teachers and students.

Professor Sprout held his forehead and sighed.

Professor McGonagall hurried back and began to doubt her life.

Snape's already gloomy and pale face had a hint of blue in it, in stark contrast to Professor Flitwick, who was giggling drunk next to him, and was similar to Lockhart, who hadn't spoken much since the banquet began.

Among all the people, Dumbledore was the one who laughed the happiest and received the loudest applause.

If we ignore Harry and Ron who were in a car accident, this dinner would have been the most successful one in recent years.

Lynn thought so too.

Until he saw the woman with messy hair and crazy behavior as he was leaving the auditorium.

Chapter 17 Prophecy

Sybill Trelawney, a prophet with a twisted mind.

Although she looks like a crazy woman with some mental problems, she did inherit some of the predictive abilities of her ancestor Cassandra and has made great achievements in the field of death prediction.

Many people regard her as a fortune teller who is pretending to be mysterious - such as Mag.

This idea is not without reason.

Most of the time, she was the fortune teller who observed everyone's words and expressions and played tricks before entering Hogwarts, designing different ways of death for everyone.

But unfortunately, in Lynn's broken memory, this woman who smelled of sherry and had a bad drinking habit had a place.

What was even more unfortunate was that as soon as they met, the woman made a prediction to him.

Just like the summer twelve years ago.

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[Death surrounds you, and the souls that should have died play with the feelings of the god of death.]

【Disasters—from the stars—bring new misfortunes—and death.】

Even when Lynn returned to the room, Trelawney's voice still echoed in his ears.

He sensed a dangerous message in those eyes that were hazy and blurred due to severe alcohol dependence.

This woman does have the ability to see through the fog and into the future, even if she is far inferior to her ancestors.

Lynn doesn't believe in prophecies, let alone fate, and scoffs at Dumbledore's blind faith, but he believes in intelligence.

Sitting at the desk, he picked up the quill and wrote down Trelawney's prophecy in the old notebook - on the back of the prophecy twelve years ago.

Words form sentences.

Names also come to mind one by one.

The first was himself, then Euphemia, and then, starting with Amanda, one familiar figure after another flashed in his mind.

[The Soul That Should Have Passed Away]