Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Damn you Lin En! How dare you give up!"

She slammed the table viciously, making a dull sound as if she was slapping her chest, and she seemed extremely vicious.

She didn't even hear the slight sound of the door opening, and she was just complaining to herself.

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"The key to the Fire Rune is to strike a good balance between destructive power and manipulability... A-choo!"

In the magic classroom, Lin En, who was teaching the advanced class how to solve fighting problems, suddenly sneezed and almost fell down.

"Professor, are you okay? Do you have a cold?" Cedric, who had just finished a practical exercise, asked with concern.

"It's okay... maybe it's some old man who's nagging me." Lynn rubbed his nose gently. "Cedric's magic was already very good just now. You can communicate with him more after class. Hufflepuff will get 10 points extra. I will arrange group exercises in the next class, so you can make some preparations in advance. Is there anyone who wants to perform on stage now? This is the last chance."

Little hands were raised quickly, and the energetic little wizards were full of enthusiasm.

Compared to how immature they were when school started, even though they were not as gifted as Cedric or as skilled as Doris, with the help of metal runes, it was not a problem for them to master most of Freyaet's magic.

After careful selection, Lynn picked out Penelope, the quiet top student.

This little Muggle-born witch was not outstanding in any aspect, but she also had no obvious weaknesses or deficiencies. No matter in class or in the Stargazer Club, she was very down-to-earth and diligent, and always maintained a leading level.

After she skillfully used the defensive rune of Runesulisatz and won 10 points for Ravenclaw, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

The cheerful little wizards chatted and laughed as they headed to the cafeteria. Percy and Doris also left after chatting for a while - both of them had their own research projects to lead, and in addition to the competition, there was also a sense of urgency.

Soon Lynn was the only one left in the classroom.

After packing up his things neatly, he stretched out his slightly stiff muscles.

"Thank you for your hard work in class, Professor Eric." A smiling voice sounded from the door behind him, with a hint of sarcasm.

Lin En instantly recognized the source of the voice and turned around with a smile, "Nico, why are you here? And you're making fun of me."

"Stretch your muscles. You're free in Beauxbatons anyway." The old man walked forward with a smile and patted Lin's back gently. "You have dark circles under your eyes. You must be very busy recently, right?"

"There's nothing I can do. There are so many things to do. I have to teach and educate, and deal with all kinds of troubles. How can I have enough time?" Lin En complained in an exaggerated manner. In front of old Nico, he could be a little willful like a junior.

"I guess so. You are born to worry and you can't rest for a moment." Nico said seriously, "It seems that I came at the right time. Let's go. If you don't hurry over, Fei will scold you again."

"Hmm?" Lin En raised her eyebrows. "Fei is here too? Where is she now?"

"Maybe he was chatting with a South American guest who had come from afar?"

Old Niko smiled meaningfully, he seemed to have seen a blood-red word "danger" engraved on Lin En's forehead, his eyes were full of intriguing gloating.

"Gudu..."

Lynn swallowed silently, feeling a chill on his back.

He dared to guarantee that this old man in front of him, who was over 600 years old, had definitely not played any good role.

With an inexplicably heavy heart, Professor Eric, who had nothing to fear, and his alchemy instructor went against the flow of people eating in the cafeteria and headed for the eighth floor.

In the room where every wish is granted, Euphemia just looked up and ignored the two people who came late. Ines didn't even raise her head, but concentrated on muttering to the stone slab.

The blood of Helbo was placed on the stone slab, and the curse waves it emitted were similar to the magic on the stone slab, except that one was concentrated to the extreme, while the other was weak and diffuse, and looked inconspicuous.

Just like the ancient Latin American magic that Lin En is good at, the Eye of Tonatiuh, the accumulation of quantitative changes almost triggered a qualitative change in magic.

Two research paths that should have been unrelated converged by chance, and the fog that lay before them dissipated.

The ultimate means that Hailbo left behind, or rather that he carefully hid, was revealed at this moment.

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The principal's office, a dark secret room.

Dumbledore, holding the Elder Wand, gazed at Gryffindor's magical notebook.

"Godric, perhaps in the near future, I will need to rely on your wisdom and strength again."

Magic power that is powerful enough to conquer death surged in the small space, and the lion emblem also glowed faintly, reflecting each other.

Chapter 197: Not a legend, but the creator of the era

As the saying goes, every profession has its specialties. Lin En, who thought he had a good talent in spell research, had to admit that, at least in the field of curse magic, Euphemia and Inès were the most suitable researchers.

All he could do was to mobilize his powerful magic power to protect the two ladies, and at the same time act as a practitioner to verify their experimental hypotheses, and to try and error out the magic circuits and magic runes that were still difficult to determine.

But instead of feeling disappointed, he felt quite relaxed and happy.

From childhood to adulthood, from past life to this life, he has always been a person with a clear self-awareness and is very good at appreciating the strengths of others.

Without the paranoid mentality of making oneself the center of everything, there will be no corresponding troubles.

Watching the magic that had been sleeping in the long river of history gradually revive with the blessing of skillful hands and wonderful imagination, his mind gradually drifted away.

If this magic really has the ability to threaten the soul fragments in the Horcruxes and can really endanger the lives of those monsters, then many of his plans will have the opportunity to be put into practice.

In order to achieve this goal, even Dumbledore, who always made him feel wary and fearful, could be invited to join.

Regardless of their different positions and opinions, at least one thing is certain: they all recognize the identity of wizards.

This was reason enough for them to work together when it came to these extremely dangerous and bizarre monsters.

This is undoubtedly a more powerful enemy than Voldemort.

The hawthorn wood wand that connects the body and mind quietly fell into the palm of the hand, and a twinkling firelight lit up.

The slim-fitting robe also swayed in the tide of magic, and the tall and straight figure was like a purple robe that spanned the sky and the earth.

Feeling the movement of magic, Inès looked up in surprise. Just as she was about to see what was going on, she was stopped by Euphemia.

Nicolas Flamel sat quietly aside, looking at the disciple who had completely inherited his mantle, with a smile on his face.

"God..."

The old man who has crossed the long river of time whispered softly.

He thought of many old friends who were almost forgotten, and many past events that seemed strange hundreds of years ago.

As time passed, he found the reason.

Many things are hidden beneath the sands of history.

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Complex research is no overnight task, especially when it involves the magic of legendary dark wizards.

Even the most intelligent wizard cannot overcome objective laws.

Even if they move forward in two directions and use each other as reference, it is only the most critical step in analyzing this complex ancient magic. There is still a lot of work to be done later - eliminating dangers, verifying the nature of magic, testing the effects, and most importantly, putting it into practical use.

All of this takes some time, especially with constant practice and testing.

Before leaving, Euphemia took away the existing research data and left behind the precious blood of Helbo.

This generosity far exceeded Inès's expectations, but even more surprising was the way Lynn addressed Nico when they parted.

It was not until then that she learned of Nico's identity and the relationship between the master and apprentice.

Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindelwald, the despicable Hercule, and now Nicolas Flamel. She was even a little numb from the frequent shocks.

She just felt that her partner was hiding countless secrets, and each one of them would be explosive news.

Being able to participate in such research, she felt that she was writing history herself and becoming part of a story that would go down in history - a feeling she had never had in South America.

It has to be said that this feeling is intoxicating, just like the constant acquisition of new knowledge, which makes her immersed in it.

She decided to use all her life's knowledge to reproduce this strange and powerful curse in the shortest time possible - with the help of Ms. Fox.

"It seems that monsters are attracted to each other?" In the quiet office late at night, she scratched her still slightly wet hair and looked at the golden dagger on the table.

Thinking of the intimacy between Lynn and Euphemia that even a blind person could see, even someone like her who had a rough understanding of relationships felt a sense of inexplicable emotion.

However, there had been enough going on today, and she didn't have the energy to make a fuss, so she used magic to blow-dry her hair and prepared to rest.

Some people were monsters, but she was certainly not one of them.

The streamlined body pounced onto the bed, and the sound of even breathing soon rang out.

She's just an ordinary person who needs a good rest.

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Faint light shone from the table covered with books and parchment. Brand new gold-rimmed glasses were casually placed aside, along with a bottle of Bafe's wake-up potion that had just been finished.

It was already late at night, but Lin En had no intention of going to bed. He was sitting at his desk, looking at the rubbings he had studied not long ago.

The slender magic wand drew arcs in the air, and pure magic power gathered, exuding a faint black meaning.

It gradually turned into a strange shape, like a human but not a human, like a rat but not a rat, and its appearance was full of gloomy temperament.

"Cannot be killed..."

He murmured, spreading out his left hand, revealing the Eye of Helen that Rowena had left him.

"Kushan ruins, we are really destined to be together."

With Euphemia's parting reminder, he remembered the forgotten details of that life-threatening experience.

His amber eyes were deep and harsh.

A cold murderous aura oozed from his eyes, but quickly disappeared.

Now is not the time.

The shadow in the air slowly dissipated, leaving only dullness.

Hufflepuff's magic notebook suddenly floated in front of him, emitting a reassuring aura.

"If you met such a guy, how would you deal with him?"

He stood up and stared at the gold and black emblem for a long time, as if asking for advice, but without intending to get an answer.

He was questioning his own heart.

He walked to the window and looked at the night view of Hogwarts in the distance. Hufflepuff's notebook also floated to his side. Gentle magic surrounded him, decorating the dark night.

The 24-hour brain occlusion technique was quietly lifted at this moment.

“In your life, have you ever encountered a steep and dangerous peak blocking your way, and finally crossed it?”

"I think so."

"Perhaps you have also encountered such an opponent, or even more dangerous ones."

“Wizards have faith, but they never believe in gods. Only truth can make wizards bow down.”

He stood by the window until the east began to brighten slightly, and the first rays of morning glow penetrated the hazy mist and shone on the forests and hills in the distance.

His heart became extremely determined, and there was no longer any confusion in his eyes when he looked at the notebook.

"You are my guide, but our paths will never be exactly the same."

"Not only will I stand on your shoulders to pursue the pinnacle of magic, but I will also complete the cause that none of you have been able to achieve."

"The past thousand years belong to you, to the legends of the past. It is already the past and will eventually come to an end."

“I will see the future with my own eyes and find the answers with my own wisdom.”

"Just like you created Hogwarts, I will also create a new world with like-minded partners."

“Whether it’s the ancient remnants who claim to be gods or the modern fools who pursue immortality, in the face of the rolling wheel of history, there will be no other ending.”

The constraints and bottlenecks that had stood in front of him for ten years slowly loosened at this moment.

It is not the accumulation of knowledge, nor the evolution of skills, but the transformation of the heart.

His thoughts became clear after thinking all night, just like the fog lingering at the end of his sight was cleared away, revealing a wider landscape - there was everything he pursued and longed for.

Hufflepuff's magic notebook burst into a brilliant golden light, dyeing the entire room into a golden ocean.

The warm magic rushed outward, first the entire castle, then the lakes, forests, hills outside the castle... and everything within sight.

Those who are sleeping soundly fall into a deep sleep under the gentle comfort, while those who wake up early feel the extraordinary and silent comfort.

In the headmaster's office high up in the castle, Dumbledore, who had also not slept all night, felt a certain call and walked out of the Chamber of Secrets with the slightly trembling Gryffindor Notebook in his hand.

The phoenix Fawkes, who had already completed nirvana, flew over from a distance, landed on his shoulder, and combed his fur.

"This is such an unexpected time and such an unexpected choice."