Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He lowered his head and looked out the window, his deep blue eyes filled with complicated emotions, as if he wanted to see the scene on the other side.

And at the bottom of the tower, Lynn in front of the window had already seen the scenery he wanted.

The morning sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon, transmitting light and heat to his side, reflecting the golden light on his side.

It feels like the care of a loving mother and also like the gaze of an old friend who has known each other for many years.

The rich magical power flows through the body more smoothly than ever before, without any stagnation.

After ten years of hard work, by chance and natural development, and under the watchful eyes of the founder who seemed to be there in person, we have reached the starting point of the change from quantitative change to qualitative change.

He waved his wand, and the surging magic power was like a crystal blue ocean, engulfing the golden light in the room, and then turned into a silent wave, rushing away into the distance - this was a completely different kind of magic, but it had the same effect.

The huge castle and the vast natural world seemed to be in his heart, harmonious and beautiful.

"Great pioneer, I will walk along my own path to your side and go to places you have never been to."

"I don't have to be some thousand-year-old legend."

"Because I will create a new era where legends will be born."

Chapter 198 Curse: Helbo's Wrath

Early in the morning, at the dining table in the auditorium.

"Hermione, you seem to be in a much better mood today?" Ron, who was chewing bacon, asked vaguely. The food in his mouth made his voice unclear.

Harry also said: "Your dark circles seem to be gone, and your voice is louder than before."

"Really? I feel the same way." Hermione was holding the book Soul Tremor: Concept Analysis of Curse Magic borrowed from the restricted book section while eating breakfast and reading it. She said in a crisp voice, "When I read in the morning, it's like soaking in a bathtub, my whole body is warm, and then I drink a glass of cold drink, and the whole person becomes refreshed."

"That's a really weird description..." Ron looked at her blankly, gulped down a glass of milk, stretched lazily, and his joints made slight noises. "I still have a whole day of classes today. I feel so tired and want to sleep."

Not far away, Ginny was having breakfast with Luna, who had specially run over from the Ravenclaw table, and they just happened to hear Hermione's words.

The lazy Ginny didn't say anything, but Luna seemed thoughtful - she was chatting with Ms. Grey this morning, listening to her telling the funny jokes that Ravenclaw students had made in the past few decades, and she had a similar feeling.

She even saw Ms. Grey's expression out of control for the first time in a long time - it was the first time she knew that this beautiful lady's eyes could get so big that they seemed to be popping out of their sockets.

Thinking of this, she turned her head and began to look for the academy ghost that had disappeared long ago.

In just a short moment, she saw her in the professor's chair, along with the fat monk with a smile on his face.

The two of them were chatting next to Professor Eric and Professor Garcia, laughing from time to time. Soon Professor Sprout came over in a hurry, and the scene became even more lively.

But what surprised Luna and made her unable to look away for a long time was Professor Eric.

In her field of vision, the harassment flies that once swarmed around him, the mysterious beings seen yesterday, seemed to have disappeared overnight, leaving only a few almost imperceptible ones.

This was a scene she rarely saw, and... she had an inexplicable feeling that some unknown change had taken place in the professor she had chatted with yesterday - she didn't know how to describe it, it was as if he had been cleansed from the inside out and became brand new.

As she was thinking, Ginny, who had eaten her fill, stretched out her finger and poked her cheek.

"What are you looking at, Luna?" the little red-haired witch asked with a smile, "It's time to go to class. We'll have the morning class together."

As she spoke, she did not forget to turn around and look at Harry who had left the hall earlier, her beautiful big eyes sparkling.

At the same time, she saw Dumbledore, who was walking towards his seat with sleepy eyes and stroking his beard.

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After breakfast, Lynn, who had no classes, called the enthusiastic Ines again and opened the door of the Room of Requirement.

This is an excellent place for experiments and research. It can always create various magical items according to the user's wishes and can be used at will without worrying about damage or consumption. Lynn has suspected more than once whether this is the inheritance of Rowena Ravenclaw.

But from the current perspective, this possibility is not great.

This wise lady doesn't seem to like hiding or concealing anything, she prefers to leave the test openly.

Inès ran to the experimental table with ease, enlarged the stone slab, and placed it on top.

There is also a golden dagger that stays obediently in the scabbard - no one knows what the scabbard is made of, but it can seal such a powerful curse and prevent it from leaking out in the slightest.

Perhaps it was the gems on it that were working. Lin En could feel that each gem, big or small, contained rich magical power and carried a very powerful protective magic, which was not weaker than the spell he cast with all his strength.

As a powerful black wizard, although for various reasons, Herbo's white magic could never take the most critical step, it was only relative to his profound attainments in black magic. At least compared to the vast majority of wizards, any of his magic was enough to make people look up to him.

At least Inès was generous with her praise, even though she had already admired it for a long time yesterday.

She stroked the gem carefully, then deftly pulled out the short, powerful weapon.

Suddenly, the deep breath of black magic came to my face.

"It's best not to get too close."

Lynn waved his wand to dispel the restless magic power and took the dagger from Inès.

"After all, it was Helpo's former weapon and Horcrux. Never take it lightly."

The powerful magic power was like a crystal blue light film, covering the surface of the blade.

The dormant black magic was stimulated by unknown principles and instantly woke up even without feeling the breath of blood and life.

Magical powers intertwined, and wisps of "mist" rose, but Inès recognized its true form at a glance.

This was the magic of annihilation, filled with the breath of decay, which made her shudder.

Lin En is "wrestling" with the curse on the dagger, using the most direct and indirect way, magic against magic.

This is a close-range "fight" and also the most real "experience".

The quiet time lasted about two minutes. Lynn put down the dagger and made a note on the parchment:

[It is highly corrosive and can corrode and destroy most magic. ]

Feeling the curse like a maggot in his tarsal bones, he frowned slightly, and then he suddenly realized.

The crystal blue magic power disappeared instantly, and he continued to write a line of text:

[The principle of the curse is similar to time acceleration, and the time jump brings about a destruction that is almost decaying. It is similar to the performance of the old curse, but the actual effect is completely different. It does not involve the plunder of vitality, but is pure destruction.]

"No, Lin En, when did you become so... so..." Ines was stunned and asked stutteringly.

Just one night later, she felt as if she didn't know Lin En anymore.

She was sure that she had never seen such a skill before yesterday.

“So simple and crude?” Lin En raised his head and smiled. “It’s a new technique. I thought of it by chance. The principle is very simple. Do you want to learn it?”

"Me? Forget it..." Ines curled her lips and refused decisively. She was very self-aware.

Even if she hadn't experienced it herself, just observing from the side, she could feel how much energy it took to lift a heavy object with ease in two minutes, and what kind of risks it involved.

She looked at Lin En steadily, "I'm not a monster like you, don't trick me."

"Well, it's actually not that difficult." Lin En said with a little regret, but he didn't persuade him anymore. He just put away the dagger and continued his experiment on the stone slab.

Although he is not as sharp as Inès and Euphemia, he has his own advantages.

His immense magical power and reaction abilities far beyond his limits allow him to conduct dangerous experiments that are unimaginable for ordinary people.

For example, the most dangerous one is “trial and error”.

The sound of tiny explosions continued, which frightened Inès. She could only hold her wand and stand by carefully, ready to intervene at any time.

By noon, the parchment was already filled with experimental records.

A weak curse was also cast by him during the forced breakthrough that was like a flood.

It was so weak that the experimental mice were not affected at all - it ran around in the iron cage happily, and expressed its provocation with "squeaks".

Compared with the beads of sweat on Lynn's forehead and Ines' breath-holding look, it seemed even more abrupt and ridiculous.

But neither of them looked discouraged or depressed.

Inès picked up the slate excitedly and muttered to herself.

She felt the most mysterious magic of time.

Lin En calmly put away his wand, suppressed the feeling of weakness caused by the intense consumption of magic power, and looked at the words that only he could understand.

[Unknown magic proficiency +1, current level 0]

He took a deep breath and leaned over to write the final record:

[The mechanism of this curse is to disturb time, similar to the byproduct of the time converter experiment accident, rapid aging]

[Creator: The legendary dark wizard of ancient Greece, the son of Noyes, Herbo]

With the last stroke, he solemnly rolled up the parchment, pulled out the Blood of Helbo, and nailed it to the laboratory table.

The flames ignited, and all records turned to ashes, leaving only memories in the mind.

When the last trace of fire died out, Inès put down the slate and whispered, "It has no name yet."

"This is magic created by Helpo. Unfortunately, Helpo himself is dead, so we will continue his naming style."

Lynn pulled out the dagger, brushed off the ashes on it, and said calmly, "The Wrath of Helbo, the anger and hatred from the oldest dark wizard."

Chapter 199 Professor Eric, a Dedicated Professor

It was several hours later that Euphemia, who was far away in Beauxbatons, received the news.

She immediately told the news to Nicolas Flamel, who was still looking up information - and caught him drinking secretly.

During the cordial and friendly exchange between the old couple, she quietly left and silently deduced according to the research records sent by Lynn in the stargazer notebook.

The three ancient curses that need to be combined in a special way cannot afford any mistakes. Even if an effective path has been found, the difficulty of implementation is extremely terrifying.

The ancient language had complex pronunciations and the spell took half a minute to recite. Any mistake in a syllable or any deviation in the operation of magic power would lead to failure.

One of the most notable features of ancient magic is its danger.

Even though she knew that Lin En was very good at dealing with the backlash of these spells, she couldn't help but sweat.

After thinking it over, she raised her wand and said, "Expecto Patronus!"

The silvery-white little rabbit jumped and disappeared out of the window.

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"Professor, could you please demonstrate Ragus's magic circuit to me again?"

"Professor Eric, can you help me with this magic?"

"My Redo Rune can never be fully activated. What's the reason, Professor?"

"..."

The final sprint before the NEWTs exam has arrived. In the class that is half practical and half question-and-answer session, there are waves of urgent calls from the little wizards who are practicing in groups.

Lin En's figure shuttled back and forth in the classroom. As he was about to enter the examination room, he was no longer as strict as he had been at the beginning of the school year. He was so gentle that it made the students a little uncomfortable.

But even if he could clear the clouds and see the sun with just a few words, he could not withstand the attacks of dozens of little wizards. This was a situation that even a man with three heads and six arms could not cope with.

But this was not a difficult problem. He had anticipated this and with a wave of his hand, several members of the Stargazers Club, led by Andrew, dispersed into the crowd.

They are capable of handling the vast majority of problems, and the process of answering questions and resolving doubts also helps them strengthen their cognition.

The most common ones are fire, ice and water, as well as powerful movement and protection.

After a school year of hard training, they have made great progress. At this moment, what they need is not only knowledge and ability, but also confidence.

This is the last major exam before leaving campus and entering society, and it is also an exam that affects the direction of your life.

The Wujiu symbol, which has a calming effect, floats in the air from beginning to end, soothing the hearts of the little wizards and allowing them to relax their tense minds a little - although these increasingly nervous little guys inevitably begin to believe in all kinds of messy amulets.

But this was a trend that even Professor McGonagall could not stop, and Lynn was even more powerless.

Another manifestation of tension is mood swings.

Everything was normal during class, but just after class, a girl who was slow to pack her things started wiping away tears for some reason after most people left the classroom.

Lynn was also very familiar with this person. Her name was Olivia and she was from Ravenclaw. She had always performed well in class, and was excellent in both theoretical grades and magic practice.

Everyone was in a hurry and didn't notice her mood - or maybe someone noticed, but didn't care too much, after all, all seventh graders had similar situations to a greater or lesser extent.

Tears are a way to release stress.

Lynn saw this scene but did not say anything. Instead, he nodded to Andrew who asked him a question, signaling him to come back later, and watched the little wizards in the classroom leave one by one.