Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He wasn't sure.

He had no idea of ​​his own existence in history, nor did he know why the brilliant Euphemia did not leave any records.

There are also friends, classmates, and juniors who are not as talented as Euphemia, but are also capable of doing things in their respective fields.

The star track of destiny is shifting every day, just like the brilliant starry sky above our heads, never stopping.

The alcohol he had drunk at the dinner was starting to make him feel a little irritated. His feather pen unconsciously touched the paper, and the ink gradually spread.

By the time he reacted, the ink stain had turned into an ink ball, covering the word "Death".

"..."

Lynn's brows were furrowed, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the photo placed deep inside the desk.

That was a group photo taken before his graduation.

A dozen people were crowded together, with him and Euphemia in the middle.

Although they had experienced a lot at that time, in that summer when they were about to leave school, everyone's smile was purer than today and still had a student-like feel.

"A disaster in the starry sky? An old liar who is deliberately making things mysterious..." Looking at the photo, his mood suddenly brightened. He leaned back on the leather chair and whispered to himself, "I am not Dumbledore. There is no future that cannot be changed."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the silver-white metal box that was carefully placed under the bed in the dim light. The corners of his mouth raised in a sarcastic arc.

"Rather than pinning my hopes on the illusory unknown, I prefer to hold it in my hands and let it stay where I want it to stay."

He hadn't known when the wand was in his palm, and the warm magic lifted his spirits.

Looking at the prophecy in the book again, the subtle feeling of irritation and fear has almost disappeared.

At the same time, a slight sleepiness gradually rose.

Russian liquor has a strong aftertaste.

After a while, a breeze containing a faint magical power blew by and extinguished the lights.

The only sound in the room was the sound of even breathing.

On the desk, the notebook with slightly yellowed paper was blown up by the wind, revealing the front page.

The ink stain on the back also covered a word, making it vaguely invisible.

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The next day, Lynn did not see Trelawney.

She was well aware that her talents and abilities were far inferior to those of most of her colleagues. Her inferiority complex and overly tortuous first half of her life placed a great burden on her.

Most of the year, she lives in her small, stuffy office in the North Tower.

Even the three meals a day were delivered by the house-elves together with the sherry she bought.

Therefore, even though Molly's howling letter caused a sensation, Lynn En did not find this elusive colleague.

He didn't really care about it. He just ate his bacon slowly while enthusiastically discussing the treatment plan for the Whomping Willow with Sprout.

During his seven years at school, although he focused on Charms and Transfiguration, which had the best practical effects - Defense Against the Dark Arts remained the same - he never gave up Herbology.

Although talent did not favor him, knowledge is fair to everyone.

Seven consecutive years of excellence are proof of this.

This is also an important support for his long-lasting friendship with Professor Sprout.

Even in front of the authority of herbal medicine, Lin En's little knowledge was nothing, but his witty remarks still made his teacher very happy.

On the long table, the waves of shouting letters gradually subsided, but Ron's face was still as red as a monkey's butt.

"I'm so stupid, really..." He looked at the professor's chair with all his dignity gone, complaining to himself, "Why did I forget to ask Uncle Eric for help?"

"Uncle Eric...?" Hermione closed the book "Sailing with Vampires" which was covered with circles and drawings, half believing it and half doubting it.

"Yeah, it's Professor Eric now." Ron said unhappily, "If we ask him for help, maybe Mom won't be so angry. He always has a way with his words."

"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry pushed the bowl of porridge away guiltily. The food seemed to be stuck in his chest and he couldn't swallow it. "It's all my fault."

"I hope you can learn a lesson. You know, you - Professor McGonagall!"

Hermione sighed and was about to launch into a long lecture, but suddenly fell silent.

Professor McGonagall had come up behind them, handing out this year's class timetables.

"Good morning, Miss Granger." The vice-president probably didn't sleep well last night and looked a little haggard. "Here is your class schedule. The first week is special, so don't get the time wrong."

Model student Hermione immediately began to study it carefully and said in a hushed voice, "In the first week... all grades and all colleges will have the Runes and Ancient Magic class together in the Great Hall?"

"Yes, Professor Eric thinks he needs to have a centralized introduction for everyone and change the way he and Professor Babel register for advanced classes."

Professor McGonagall's tone fluctuated a little, and she glanced at Harry and Ron, who were shrinking their heads.

"There will be several professors auditing the class. I hope you can bring honor to the college—or at least not bring discredit to it."

The first half of the sentence was addressed to Hermione, and the second half was obviously addressed to the two people who had gotten into trouble before school started.

After that, she walked quickly towards the other Gryffindors who were gathered together, and shouted something like "Hurry up and get the class schedule, then go to class, don't be late."

"Seventh grade?" Harry felt more excited when he thought about what he had learned in the past month.

But when he looked up, he found that Lin En had left and the professor's seat was empty.

"Let's go, Harry! First period is Herbology!"

Ron called from behind, and he had been dragged several steps by Hermione.

After a quick glance at the class schedule, Harry quickly stood up, a biscuit still in his mouth.

"coming!"

Amidst unclear shouts, he trotted to catch up with his two friends and started his second school year.

Chapter 18 Lynn's First Lesson

As a former elective, the teaching of Magic Runes and Ancient Magic is not very stressful, especially with two professors working together.

As early as July, Lynn and Professor Barbling agreed on the division of labor.

Large class teaching, regardless of college, with one half-day class per week.

Compared to subjects like Transfiguration and Charms, the density is not great.

Due to the change in the school system, courses for grades one to three start simultaneously.

A different teaching rhythm is required in the first year, and the progress can be accelerated in the second year. During this period, differentiated theoretical learning should be the main focus, supplemented by interesting practical experiences.

These three grades adopt a structure of two weeks of theoretical classes and one week of practical classes, focusing on strengthening the basics and cultivating interest.

The fourth and fifth grades adopt an alternating model of one week of practical classes and one week of theoretical classes, and special tutoring for the fifth grade is organized every month.

Professor Barbling offers a weekly theory intensive class to provide theoretical knowledge for OWLs who have not previously taken the ancient runes course.

The advanced classes for grades 6 and 7 focus on application, with two weeks of practice and one week of theory, and special tutoring for grade 7 is organized every month.

Compared to facing tens of thousands of students in Beauxbatons, Lynn's pressure was greatly reduced, even though there were fewer professors responsible for assisting teaching.

Just like today, Harry, his three friends and Neville will have a Herbology class in the greenhouse, followed by a Transfiguration class, and Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon. He can run to the Hogwarts library and use his professorial authority to raid the restricted area and dig deep into Hogwarts' knowledge resources.

But then again…it was no different when he was in school.

Not to mention Professor Sprout's signature without asking for reasons, his perfect Disillusionment Charm was enough to allow him to come and go freely - the only thing was that there might be an old man secretly following him.

But different identities bring completely different experiences.

Standing upright in the deepest part of the restricted book area, he opened the book "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells" which he had memorized by heart and which had brought him a large amount of [Magic Knowledge] experience points more than ten years ago and helped him take a huge step forward in the theoretical level 4. Subtle emotions spread.

In the blink of an eye, he has grown from that young but ambitious age to today, and has come a long way on this road that was still hazy at the time.

He is now in the prime of his life.

Not just the body, but also the curiosity about magic, the passion for knowledge, and...

Silently stuffing the book back into the dusty bookshelf, Lynn found a seat by the window, took out a roll of parchment, and thought about interesting magic questions while preparing for class.

I also wrote a letter and plan to find time to mail it.

The school owl is well worth using.

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Time on campus always passes without leaving a trace.

Fast forward to Friday, and Lockhart and his Cornish elf have become famous, for better or for worse.

But for Harry, this bombastic narcissist was too much to bear.

Same thing with Ron.

As long as they saw Lockhart, they would rather go around in a circle and avoid him.

Ron's troubles didn't end there.

After finally making it to Friday, his wand, which was barely held together with magic tape, broke down again and flew out of his hand during the morning spells class.

As luck would have it, the hard stick of wood flew more accurately than the Quaffle thrown by Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, and hit Professor Flitwick right between the eyebrows.

The emerald green swelling suddenly swelled up and jumped.

Just like Flitwick's frown.

At noon, the two people who returned to the room couldn't sleep, so they sat cross-legged on the bed.

"This week has been horrible. I almost think I've gone to hell, with someone poking my butt with a fork and pressing me into a frying pan!"

Ron lamented his misfortune and then became happy in fits of surprise.

"Well now, Uncle Eric has a class this afternoon. I've wanted to learn a few moves for a long time, but unfortunately he only teaches Percy, Charlie, and Bill."

Harry asked, "Rune magic? It feels very complicated to me."

"There are other ancient magics, but he said we need to lay the foundation first." Ron shook his head and played with his broken wand. "Percy just started learning it too, after getting his twelve certificates."

"Twelve..." Harry was shocked, but then he breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm really looking forward to this afternoon."

"I'm so lucky to not see that idiot Lockhart and that old venomous snake Snape!" Ron laughed, lying on his back on the soft bed with his arms raised high, "Uncle Eric... No, long live Professor Eric!"

Harry then remembered his timetable - first a Potions class, then Defense Against the Dark Arts, both of which he hated.

He already had a good first impression of Lin En, and he immediately liked this professor even more, even though the class hadn't started yet.

Neville was also awakened and happily joined in the discussion.

After what happened in the summer, this introverted child finally became friends with the two of them.

Then came Dean and Seamus.

Amid the chatter, condemnation of Snape and ridicule of Lockhart were heard throughout.

Even Neville had the nerve to express his happiness at not having to take Potions lessons.

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One o'clock in the afternoon, auditorium.

Lynn arrived earlier than scheduled.

During the lunch break, he and Professor Barbling, with permission, made fine adjustments to the auditorium.

Four stepped areas are set up according to the college to make efficient use of space and ensure that everyone can see him.

Otherwise, if we wanted to get more than 2,000 young wizards from seven grades together for classes, they would have to go to the Quidditch field.

Several leather suitcases were placed casually in the corner, with their interiors open, revealing their metallic color.

"Lynn, is this an alchemical tool?" Professor Barbling was a little curious. As an expert in magic runes, she also liked those strange little gadgets, such as alchemy.

"I learned it in France." Lynn nodded. "Beauxbatons has been using it for several years, and it works well."

"Then I'll wait and see." Professor Babel said, "Today's event is going to be quite big. It's up to you."

"Squeak-"

As they were talking, the door to the Great Hall opened and McGonagall and Flitwick walked in one after another.

One is serious, the other is enthusiastic.