Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Even if you are not a young wizard in these two grades, you can feel the tense atmosphere in the air.

Without the troubles of the basilisk and the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, everyone's attention was focused on the upcoming exams.

Not even the final round of the Quidditch Cup could compare to this.

Lynn considers himself a professor with a strong professional ethics. He has chosen a path that is full of thorns for the young wizards who are eager to improve their grades.

He has always believed that repetition is the best way to deepen memory, but technique is the unchanging magic weapon.

So in class, one set of test papers after another presented the real questions of the ancient rune examinations in the past thirty years in various variations to the young wizards.

Every question seemed familiar, but completely different from the last time they saw it, which required them to rack their brains.

Only young wizards who passed the written test were eligible to train for the practical test, which put a lot of pressure on them.

Boyce lost visibly weight while studying day and night, just like many of his classmates.

The situation is similar in the seventh grade. Even Andrew, who has been admitted to the Auror training camp, dares not neglect it, not to mention other young wizards who hope to have a good future.

The originally slow-paced campus life seemed to have been accelerated in an instant.

Dry eyes, falling hair, and an increasingly irritable and neurotic personality—all of these are almost inevitable embellishments of exam season.

This atmosphere also infected Doris.

She cares for her two friends who are about to face the big test of life in her own way - referring to the Spartan-style practical training.

The little witch, who had become increasingly proficient in the fire spell, became the "temporary examiner" for the two candidates, using her skilled magic to test their Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and of course, Rune Magic.

Time flies so fast that the fourth month of the year seems to have wings and passed by almost unnoticed.

The routine life continued until early May.

At noon, the Phoenix Patronus appeared in front of Lynn, who had just finished watching the Quidditch final and was about to accept the invitation to go to the Hufflepuff common room to join the celebration.

Chapter 173 Horcruxes and Invitation

On the eighth floor of the castle, there is the Room of Requests.

After entrusting the house-elf to deliver unlimited desserts to the celebrating badgers as a token of congratulations and conveying his blessings to Cedric, Lynn came here.

He tried to keep calm, walked through the empty wall three times and pressed the door handle.

He saw the familiar mountain of garbage, the familiar bookcase converted into an armchair, and the familiar old man with a white beard.

And Inès, who had already twisted her hands together, unable to contain her excitement.

"Lynn, he fo… fo… rnd… Jin…!"

The long-awaited magic treasure was just beneath a pile of junk not far away. The stirring magical aura was so clear that Inès was so excited that she was incoherent.

"I know, Inès. I feel it too." Lynn walked over to her and looked at Dumbledore. "It's really not easy, Headmaster. It took half a year."

"Yes, I think so too." Dumbledore nodded with emotion. "I didn't expect Tom to have hidden it so deeply. Thanks to Inès's divination, you deserve this gift from the founder."

"Thank...thank you!" Inès' eyes were filled with tears, and her heart was filled with joy that her long-cherished wish was about to come true. "I thought I would never be able to find it in this lifetime."

This emotion moved Dumbledore, who had also experienced anxiety and worry.

But he walked towards Inès and said in his own calm voice: "We cannot guarantee that the crown will remain intact, because no one has ever attempted such an action."

As he spoke, the agile and powerful iron man had overturned the last batch of old daily necessities that were in the way, pounced into the pile of debris, and groped around quickly.

When the last batch of tattered books were thrown aside, the golden crown that had been sleeping in the garbage mountain for decades once again revealed its brilliant corner - on the statue of an ugly old wizard.

Just by looking at her from a distance, Lynn and Dumbledore understood Helena Ravenclaw's feelings at the same time.

It is a treasure that symbolizes knowledge and wisdom, a legendary magic item that has gone through thousands of years of washing and wasting countless years in the mountains and forests of Albania.

No wizard who considers himself a smart man can resist its temptation - unless he has seen an equally great magical creation.

"Gulp..." The two of them swallowed at the same time and stood still as if they had taken root.

Inès could no longer suppress her inner joy, and rushed forward in two steps, eager to take the golden crown into her arms.

But before he jumped into the deep pit, the gentle magic stopped her gently, like a big hand holding her waist.

"I've warned you, Ines, that both Rowena and Tom are masters of playing with souls. You've lost your mind." Lynn's voice came from behind her, carrying a strange magic that dispelled the frenzy in her mind.

"...!"

Ines calmed down and took a closer look. Even though only a corner of it was exposed, there were still strands of black wrapped around the flawless golden crown.

That is an extremely profound curse, the final means of protection that Voldemort left for this "most secret Horcrux", which is enough to cost the lives of all greedy and lucky ambitious people.

When the witch came to her senses, she felt a chill on her back, her robe was almost soaked with cold sweat, and her eyes were full of fear.

"Don't worry. Tom, who made this Horcrux, wasn't as powerful as he is now. Compared to the curse, the real power is the Horcrux itself."

Dumbledore walked forward slowly and said, "A torn soul will arouse the ambition and anger of everyone who comes into close contact with it." He glanced at Lin En inconspicuously.

Holding the Elder Wand in his hand, the most powerful wizard in the world unleashed a terrifying magical power, destroying all the debris around the Horcrux, leaving only the golden crown.

"Now, we should solve this hidden danger."

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Eight o'clock in the evening, the Burrow.

In addition to the father and son who were off work, there were two special guests in the house with smoke rising from the kitchen.

"Fei, welcome to our home! Last time I told Lin En to bring you around more often!" Molly welcomed the two into the yard with a smile on her face, and pointed at the girl next to Euphemia and asked, "Who is this beautiful girl?"

"She is Fleur Delacour, my student, who is accompanying me to deliver some research documents to Bill." Euphemia introduced with a smile, and Fleur nodded politely, her bright eyes looking around inadvertently.

This was her first time to experience this kind of family environment.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, nice to meet you!" she said in a crisp voice.

"Welcome! Would you like something to eat?" Although Molly felt a little awkward looking at this girl who also looked so radiant next to Euphemia, she still asked enthusiastically.

"No need, Molly, we ate before we came. Are Arthur and Bill back?" Euphemia asked.

"Of course! Welcome to my house! We just got back a short time ago, and Bill was talking about you and Lynn!"

Cheerful voices came from inside the house. Arthur and Bill were waiting at the door. Although they had worked a whole day, they still looked full of energy, especially Bill.

Even though he changed into home clothes, his handsome features did not fade at all. Instead, they looked more refined as he had been less exposed to the sun and wind for nearly two months.

After some pleasantries, Molly ran to the kitchen to prepare tea and snacks. Fleur, under Euphemia's arrangement, introduced Beauxbatons' collection of books to Bill. Only the two of them were left sitting opposite each other in the living room.

"You look so serious. Do you need my help with something? But you can tell me whatever you want. What happens between you and Lin En is our family's business." Arthur said seriously.

There were clanking sounds coming from the kitchen, and in the corridor the sound of Bill and Fleur talking could be faintly heard.

They were all trained by Lin En himself and could be considered his outstanding disciples. It seemed like they were getting along quite well.

"Yes and no." Euphemia's smile was rarely bright. "I came here to discuss an important matter with you. It is related to the development of many people in the future for a long time."

"Oh? This makes me a little interested." Arthur looked at it with interest. "There aren't many things that you can comment on like this. I'd like to hear more about it."

"We hope that you will quit your job at the Ministry of Magic at some point in the future and join a company that is dedicated to integrating Muggle technology with wizard magic, and is a comprehensive company that combines research and development, production, and sales."

Euphemia took out an exquisite letter of engagement and handed it to Arthur with both hands, looking meticulous.

"What?" Molly, who was about to add more tea for the two of them, stood there in a daze, her eyes full of surprise, "Fei, Arthur..."

"Let me tell you, Molly." Arthur was much calmer than his wife. He carefully studied the words on the letter of appointment and asked in a deep voice, "Starlight Magic Technology Group... Fei, is this your idea or Lin En's? If you want to establish this company, when will it be established?"

"Arthur, have Lynn and I ever disagreed on such an important matter?" Euphemia asked, crossing her arms and inadvertently revealing the ring on her hand. "As for the time, it could be as short as a year or as long as one or two years."

"You two... this makes us happier than this offer."

Arthur and his wife looked at each other and nodded slightly.

This is both unexpected and reasonable.

"This is a big deal, and I think we can discuss it in detail."

Chapter 174 The Burning Crown

For the most powerful White Wizards in the world, curses with bodies and carriers have never been a problem.

Even if the source of this curse is the Dark Lord.

If he had not been bewitched by the Resurrection Stone and worn the Gaunt family heirloom ring without any precautions, no curse from the Dark Lord would have been able to harm him.

His body weakened with age, and his fighting ability was no longer as good as it used to be, but his magical power did not diminish. Instead, it became stronger with the passage of time.

To deal with the curse, what is needed is magic power and spellcasting skills.

In just a short moment, as the old man chanted in a low voice, rows of fine magic symbols filled the entire perimeter of the crown, emitting a clear, faint light.

This was an extremely advanced white magic. Not only had Inès never heard of it, but it was also the first time that Lin En had witnessed it.

He could only determine that, judging from the magic configuration, this magic could be traced back to at least the Celtic era. It had a vague connotation of Rune magic, but it was completely different.

It is probably the product of the intersection and fusion of magic in the same period.

With such a guess in mind, Lynn watched intently beside Inès. Dumbledore had no intention of hiding anything and displayed all of his powerful magic to show the two the appearance of this ancient magic.

A turbid light began to emerge on the surface of the crown, wisps of black gas rose up, and even faint whistles and roars could be heard.

"What an evil curse." Inès was deeply frightened. She could hardly imagine what would have happened if she had really put the golden crown on her head.

If the most vulnerable part is attacked head-on by the curse, the person may die on the spot before he can react.

Even if she managed to escape, with her strength she would not be able to overcome the dual temptations of Horcruxes and legendary magic items, let alone suppress this strange curse.

Even if it was just from the Dark Lord in his youth.

Inès's talent is extremely outstanding. She may be considered the most outstanding genius in the whole of South America, but compared with the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, she is just a drop in the ocean.

Every wizard who can reach the top is an existence far beyond the imagination of his contemporaries.

They are more than geniuses.

But the Dark Lord's curse seemed so powerless in front of Dumbledore that there was not even the slightest room for struggle.

The vast and boundless magic power was like a turbulent stream, washing over every corner of the golden crown again and again, until all traces of time were washed away, until the last trace of magic power emitting an evil aura was completely transformed into nothingness.

But it still contains a certain evil temptation.

Unlike the curse inflicted on the surface of the Horcrux, Voldemort's soul fragment resides in this "Crown of Wisdom" where magical power is extremely abundant.

It is hard to imagine what reasons Voldemort had when he once possessed the relics of the three founders at the same time and defiled these treasures with his filthy soul.

It even makes people wonder whether his brain has been corroded by black magic, so that he can't see the treasure in front of him.

Thinking of this, Lin En felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He could not tolerate such wasteful practices, let alone understand them at all.

Seeing that the curse was successfully removed, he strode forward, leaped, and landed in the pile of debris.

"Be careful, the influence of the Horcrux is subtle." Dumbledore did not stop him, but just reminded him softly and handed the crown to Lynn.

The cool metallic touch, along with some strange whisper, reached Lynn the moment of contact.

In a trance, he even had a brief thought.

Make this amazing treasure your own.

This thought was like a flame, burning in his mind - and then disappeared under the shadow of the purple shirt.

Before Inès came closer, his eyes had regained their usual calmness and clarity, but with a little more curiosity.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, "Is it true that the earlier a Horcrux is made, the stronger its effect will be? Even if the magic level of the maker is not as good as that of the later ones."

"I'm not sure. I haven't made a Horcrux." Dumbledore smiled helplessly. "But from the perspective of the soul, I agree with your guess. After all, the more times the soul is divided, the more fragile it becomes, and the smaller the volume that can be divided becomes."

"What are you talking about?" Inès asked with a puzzled look on her face.

She didn't even know the composition of a Horcrux, and was even more confused by the conversation between the two.

But this did not affect her sense of the danger of the Horcrux.

In a state of high alert, she has basically overcome the temptation of knowledge and is wary of the things in front of her.

"Nothing, it's just an academic question." Lynn shook his head and held the Ravenclaw crown in front of his eyes.