Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The respect she had for Ravenclaw herself transferred to her house, including the taciturn house ghost.

"I feel my mother's legacy, Eric." Ms. Grey's voice was emotionless.

"Mother?"

"You have a keen sense, Helena." Lynn, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, "Rowena Ravenclaw's golden crown is there, although it is not quite complete. Tom Riddle's soul destroyed part of it."

"Lin, what did you say? Helena?" Ines' eyes widened. "You mean, she she she...she is?!"

"That's right, young witch. My name in life was Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, whom you admired." Helena said expressionlessly, then floated to the side of the golden crown, her eyes showing a bit more complexity.

From the deep mountains and forests of Albania to the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, as the most precious relic of her mother, every loss of it is closely related to her as a daughter, even including its final destruction.

"You don't need to blame yourself, Helena. Dumbledore and I are responsible for its destruction. We failed to protect this treasure of Hogwarts when we killed Voldemort's soul." After drinking a glass of vitality potion, Lynn regained some strength, stood up and walked to her side, "You can blame us, and I will do my best to repair this treasure."

"You are still as considerate as you were in school." Helena glanced at him, "Just like Euphemia. But I can't forgive myself. It was me who started all this, from the day I stole the crown." Her soul began to tremble violently, and her translucent cheeks seemed to have a little more color due to excitement.

She had been lingering in the castle of Hogwarts for a full thousand years. The unwillingness and pain at the moment of death, the resentment and hatred towards Barrow, and the overwhelming guilt and regret towards her dying mother, all formed the shackles that bound her.

The Bloody Baron wore bloody shackles, and she, Helena Ravenclaw, had been wearing invisible shackles for thousands of years.

She kept wandering around this not-so-big castle, looking for her mother, but she found nothing.

The escape of the past has become a farewell forever. Inès heard secrets that she had never heard of before. She pointed at Helena and the broken crown, stunned.

Lynn knew it all. He just stared into Helena's eyes and said slowly, "Voldemort is very good at disguise, deception and concealment. Let alone the hollow tree in Albania, even if it sank deep in the English Channel, this guy would try his best to find it - just like Helga's gold cup and Salazar's locket. It's not your fault."

"You know, he's so good at pleasing people." Helena looked downcast. "I couldn't control myself. I messed up everything. I killed my mother and made her last relic become like this."

She sank into her own inner world again, trapped in deep self-blame.

"Helena." Lynn held down Inès who was trying to persuade him, put the magic wand against her throat, and called her name with a loud voice full of magical power, "Wake up!"

The tide of magic washed over the drowsy soul, just like it had done to Inès not long ago, bringing Helena's consciousness back to reality.

"I'm... sorry, Eric." She lowered her head in frustration.

"I understand your feelings, but I can't empathize with you." Lynn said with emotion, and tapped the huge stone slab with his wand, shrinking it to the size of a book, holding it in his hand, "However, the lady next to me may be able to help you. It's about knowledge, about the desire for more precious wisdom, destiny, and power."

He just gave her a gentle push, and the bewildered Ines came to Helena's side. The two witches looked at each other silently, not knowing how to start the conversation.

"The golden crown will stay here. Please take good care of it. I'm going to study the repair plan and how to avoid similar situations." Lynn, who knew it was not appropriate for him to be there, broke the awkward silence. He packed up his things and left as quickly as Dumbledore, leaving the huge Room of Requirement to two witches who had a lot to say.

After a long silence, Inès spoke with difficulty: "Helena, I... I also once fanatically pursued Rowena Ravenclaw's crown, and... and I made some stupid mistakes. So..."

"I understand. My mother's wisdom has an incomparable magic that always makes people lose their minds." Helena nodded in agreement and for the first time took the initiative to look at this "temporary professor" who had just arrived at the school.

As the saying goes, heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. After taking the most difficult first step, the two people who shared the same pain immediately found common ground and quickly sat down together.

In the messy Room of Requirement, two souls separated by thousands of years seemed to have found some kind of resonance.

In this unique and secluded place, no one knew what they talked about and how long they talked.

But after this day, the young wizards who were familiar with Ms. Grey were surprised to find that this always aloof ancient ghost began to frequently appear in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

She and Professor Garcia seemed to get along very well.

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Beauxbatons, Nicolas Flamel's private residence in the basement.

Old Nico has locked himself in his study for more than half a month. Except for sleeping, he hardly goes out. Even his three meals a day are delivered by Perenel.

The old woman, who was familiar with her husband's sleepless nights and forgetting to eat, just did the housework alone.

After living together for more than 600 years, she already knew her husband's character very well.

He always looks like he's laughing and joking, but deep down he's a tougher guy than anyone else and won't listen to advice.

In the study where he was alone, the old man's figure was completely obscured by the mountains of books, and the only sound was the light sound of the feather pen scratching on the parchment.

The exquisite lunch was casually placed on a chair. It had not been touched for a long time and had already gone cold.

Nico, who has been working day and night, has no time to eat as his research is at the most critical moment.

The little white mice that were once lively and energetic were now lying in a mess on the experimental table, having already died.

The blood on the golden dagger was almost drying.

"Blood of Helbo... Isn't it that the curse is triggered by destruction in a broader sense, rather than blood? This style..."

The old man casually crumpled a piece of draft into a ball and threw it behind him, then picked up the dagger and gestured in front of him, muttering to himself.

The old eyes flashed brighter than those of a young man, and he had new inspiration.

"boom"

He slammed the table, stood up suddenly, rushed to the bookshelf, and tiptoed to take down an ancient book that had been covered in dust for many years.

“Maybe there will be records in here!”

Laughter mixed with joy and pride echoed in the room.

The same situation has happened several times before, and I wonder if he will get what he wants this time.

Chapter 177: Wisdom Across Thousands of Years

The heated atmosphere of the Quidditch Cup final is still spreading across the Hogwarts campus.

Although they felt sorry that Lynn could not attend the championship dinner, the Beauxbatons-style French desserts made the young wizards feel the professor's blessing.

After a brief celebration, life must go on as usual, after all, exams are approaching.

The biggest challenge in their student days lies before the fifth-grade Badgers led by Boyce.

Professor Sprout's greenhouse and Professor Eric's magic classroom became their favorite study rooms.

Every night, many young wizards gather around their dean and professors who clearly favor their own college, asking them questions about herbology and ancient magic, and seizing every opportunity to answer questions in various disciplines.

Lin En couldn't help but feel moved by their hard work. If they worked so hard all the time, even if being excellent would be difficult, being good would be within their grasp.

Unfortunately, this kind of diligence cannot last forever.

As a teacher, he certainly likes diligent students, but as a wizard who is eager to study Ravenclaw's golden crown, this is a happy trouble.

Now he couldn't even spare the time to study the magic circuits recorded on the stone tablet. Every day when he opened his eyes he was busy with work.

The situation was similar with Inès.

The golden crown of Ravenclaw was currently on her desk, but she had made no progress due to the OWLs tutoring.

But she didn't seem so anxious anymore.

Lin En didn't know what she and Helena talked about, but she could feel that many of the knots that had troubled her for a long time had been resolved.

It was as if her obsession with the golden crown had disappeared with the wind, allowing her to look at this broken but still magical treasure more rationally and restrainedly.

This is the right state for exploring the mysteries of magic and the best mentality for climbing to the top.

While Lin En was secretly happy for this colleague and partner who he wasn't sure whether he could be considered a friend or not, he also began to make his own plans.

Unlike Inès, who had clear goals, he never had to deal with more than one problem at a time.

The curse of Helbo, the heresy of Salem, and the "false god" whose true identity has not yet been figured out, the troubles from outside the school always keep him on edge.

Repairing the crown, destroying the Horcrux, and the mystery of the soul that he found difficult to figure out, these problems lingering on campus also made it difficult for him to feel at ease.

Coupled with the increasingly intense teaching, tutoring, and club activities, he was extremely busy and somewhat overwhelmed, in stark contrast to Euphemia who was far away in Beauxbatons.

Over there, with the foundation laid by Lin En over the past three years and the support of the ancient magic teaching and research team he personally established, Miss Fei's teaching work was very smooth and uneventful.

This is also the core reason why she has the leisure time to travel around and prepare for the Starlight Magic Technology Group on behalf of Lin En.

They have always had a clear division of labor, while at the same time being inseparable.

Everyone is working intensively on their own tasks, like interlocking gears, turning faster and faster.

Just like the time that flies by.

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After dinner that day, Lynn, who had been busy all day, finally finished grading the seventh grade papers. While waiting for Hermione and the other two to arrive, he took out the stone slab with the magic circuit printed on it and slowly enlarged it on the table.

He worked with Dumbledore to complete this slate because he calculated that there would not be much time left and people's memories would not be completely reliable.

With it, a damaged crown can be restored to its original state no matter how much time has passed.

Rowena Ravenclaw's immortal wisdom will one day see the light of day.

With such confidence, Lin En bent his fingers and gently brushed across a winding line.

He was well aware that his memory would not be completely correct and there would certainly be many minor omissions.

When it comes to magic, a tiny difference can make a world of difference.

Being well versed in Rune magic, he has the deepest understanding of this principle and the most mature countermeasures.

The stone slab in front of him was like a metal rune that had been magnified countless times. It was even three times stronger than the metal rune because of Dumbledore's permanent transfiguration, which was like a magical skill.

The magic circuit engraved on the stone slab is just like a rune symbol that is countless times more complex.

This will certainly be a long project, requiring him to grope his way forward bit by bit, and even to try out every mistake.

Thinking of the promise he made to Inès, he glanced casually at the metal box under the bed, and when he looked at the slate on the table, his eyes were more focused and eager.

Although he is no longer bound by the contract, he still intends to do his best to fulfill his promise.

This is not only for the sake of trust, nor is it just because of the affection between the two people who have cooperated and fought side by side for many years.

He thinks more and further.

Magic power lingered at his fingertips, and with skin contact as the medium, his thoughts traveled through time and space, conversing with the great pioneers of thousands of years ago.

Each magic circuit is a guide left to him by the sages, and also a test on the road of exploration, full of profound wisdom and beauty.

He was fully focused and quickly immersed in it, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, and the patterns on the stone slab changed accordingly.

The light golden lines are like dancing dragons, reflecting the profound mystery of magic and the truth of alchemy.

This is a very different path from Hufflepuff.

Lynn seemed to have returned to nearly twenty years ago, when he and Euphemia first walked into the Ravenclaw common room and saw the lifelike statue.

Through those expressive eyes, his stern and strong temperament is clearly visible.

Rowena Ravenclaw was never a gentle person, and her gentleness and kindness were only shown to her daughter.

Across the long river of time, she is still like a strict examiner, scrutinizing Lin En aggressively and bringing him great pressure.

In just a few minutes, sweat began to appear on his forehead and his fingertips, which had been moving so fast, began to become sluggish.

This is not because of pressure, but due to actual consumption.

Even with previous experience in developing rune magic in depth, and attainments in alchemy and magic circuit engraving second only to Nicolas Flamel, it was still an extremely difficult task to reproduce Ravenclaw's creation from scratch.

The genius idea that appeared before his eyes was still breathtaking even after a thousand years.

Exploring such fascinating magic intoxicated him, but also exhausted him physically and mentally, as if his brain was also burning.

I want to stop but I don't want to, I want to go deeper but it's difficult to continue.

Fortunately, a regular knock on the door pulled him out of this happy distress.

He hurriedly put away the slate, wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted his cheeks hard, and walked to the door with all his energy.

"Good evening, Percy and Hermione. You are here very early today. Did Doris go to study with them again?"

Seeing two students who made him couldn't be more satisfied, a smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Good evening, Professor." Percy nodded politely, "Hermione and I have discussed the air manipulation magic you taught us at the last club activity a few times and have some ideas."

"Oh?" Lin En became interested. "When Cedric and Andrew came to me yesterday, they still hadn't found a way. You two really surprised me. Tell me about it."

It is more fun to do some research with lovely students than to work on the endless crown circuit.

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Meanwhile, Nurmengard.

"Heh, since when did you start being a babysitter? Let that greedy little fellow come to me himself!"

Grindelwald seemed impatient at Dumbledore's request.