Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Only when the sobbing Olivia was the only one left in the room did he slowly walk down from the podium, pull over a chair, sit casually opposite the little witch, and pull out a pack of tissues like a magician.

He said nothing, but silently handed the paper to the girl who was crying, listened to her meaningless murmurs, and waited for her to release the accumulated pressure on her own.

After using about one third of the tissue, the child finally calmed down. At least his tears were no longer as endless as before.

It was only at this time that Lynn took out a piece of Honeydukes chocolate from his bracelet, as well as a bottle of iced juice that he had specially asked the kitchen to make - the sweetness was specially increased.

"Eat something, drink something, crying and studying will make you tired and hungry." He smiled and said, "Many of my old classmates and I have also experienced your stage. You are still very young. It is normal to be nervous and afraid when facing the crossroads that determine your life."

The soft voice had some special magic that made Olivia subconsciously take the chocolate and juice, bite off a small piece, then unscrew the bottle cap and take a big sip.

The sweet taste soothed her mood a little, and she lowered her head embarrassedly: "Thank you, I just... suddenly feel like crying..."

"I understand. Everyone will encounter setbacks. It's a good thing to overcome them by crying. Who hasn't cried? I've cried too. It's not shameful." Lin En said in a soothing tone, "Your grades are very good. If you perform normally, you will definitely get [O]."

"Are you serious? Not trying to comfort me?"

"Of course, Professor Flitwick has discussed your situation with me specifically, and he is very optimistic about you."

"I...but I'm still a little worried...if I don't do well in the exam..."

"..."

Talking is a great way to kill time and calm your nerves.

For more than half an hour, except for the first few words, Lynn just acted as a patient and attentive listener.

Students' anxieties are often similar, including test scores, future development, and expectations of family, friends, teachers, and themselves.

This is true for candidates who take OWLs, and even more so for candidates who take NEWTs - after all, a considerable number of them have more or less regrets about their fifth-grade exams.

They don't actually need any advice or encouragement, they just need to be listened to, just like finding a space to accept useless emotions.

When Olivia calmed down completely, she said goodbye to Lynn with a hint of apology, and left briskly with a few pieces of candy and chocolate that she had not finished eating.

Professor Eric is quite gentle, completely different from usual... As she thought so, the fruit candy in her mouth had a faint lychee flavor, which was exactly her favorite taste, making her squint her eyes slightly in enjoyment.

Her red eyes from crying were also filled with a faint smile.

She was motivated to study hard and prepare for the exam again.

The little witch, who had turned from sadness to joy, skipped towards the cafeteria, completely unaware that a small white shadow passed by her and went into the wall.

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"I know that no matter how much I persuade you, you will secretly find time to practice, so I don't intend to stop you, but you have to promise me that when you try this magic, you will put the two-way mirror where I can see it."

Euphemia's voice came from the mouth of the chubby little rabbit Patronus, and even if you only heard the sound you could imagine her expression when she spoke.

About seven points are helplessness, and three points are worry and concern.

Lin En pulled out the two-sided mirror that he always carried with him from his bosom, just in time to see a fleeting flash of gold.

"You're welcome to come check on me 24 hours in advance." He raised the corner of his mouth, half jokingly and half seriously, "Although I probably won't be able to practice until very late before the exam is over. Staying up late is the enemy of beautiful ladies."

In response, the little rabbit guardian angel hit him fiercely.

The white light dissipated, and the dedicated Professor Eric ended his day's work.

But for him, the day was far from over.

After all, when it comes to diligence, he never thinks he will lose to anyone.

Chapter 200 The Exam is Coming

No matter how the students used it, no matter how the professors headed by Professor McGonagall tried to make the most of it, time always passed day by day, neither speeding up nor slowing down.

As summer approaches, the wind in the Scottish wilderness becomes dry and hot, and the bright sunshine scorches the restless hearts of the little wizards.

The OWLs and NEWTs exams came as planned at the beginning of June - the two exams were almost at the same time.

With a sense of responsibility as a professor, Lynn and Inès did not delay the teaching time before the exam even though the research progress of [Helpo's Wrath] was slightly slowed down.

To be precise, not only was there no delay, but it was more compact than all other subjects.

The new subjects [Magic and Ancient Magic] and the difficult subject [Defense Against the Dark Arts] have received unprecedented teaching enhancements.

But before the test, all the results are pending. It is not until the students leave the examination room and the report card is sent to their home by owl in early July that it is over.

During this period, even Dumbledore was pulled out of the headmaster's office by Professor McGonagall to give several consecutive open classes to the seventh-year wizards.

Everyone has tried their best to cram all the knowledge related to the exam into the students' heads, waiting for the "evil beast" to crush them.

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On the night before the exam, after all students were given a whole day off, the two who had planned to change their minds in the Room of Requirement and study the curses in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class ultimately failed to achieve this goal.

It's not that the research was difficult - in fact, it wasn't even that difficult.

What really caused the plan to be shelved was Inès's nervousness.

Although she was just a temporary substitute teacher, Lin En always felt that she seemed to be more nervous than the students, especially when there were no students present and it was just the two of them.

"Did I remind them? Not to cheat, to get enough sleep before the test, and to take three deep breaths before going to the exam room."

"Hmm... the deans should have reminded them of this. Will this make them more nervous? Or make them seem nagging?"

"Should I go to the entrance of the examination room before every exam to give them some support?"

"Do you know tomorrow's examiner? What kind of person is he? Will he be replaced at the last minute?"

"..."

The silver-white metal lion squatted quietly on the corner of the table. No one paid any attention to it, and only her muttering could be heard.

Lin Ensheng held the magic wand with a look of despair, and whispered a spell to a wooden dummy for a full half minute.

The aura of the curse swept away, and its level was completely different from that of half a month ago. Although it was still a far cry from the curse on the dagger, it had also reached the third level.

This is the convenience brought by profound knowledge.

Even for extremely difficult ancient magic, he could quantify the practice process, which was much faster than when he was a beginner.

But this is not without its drawbacks - the most obvious one is the sharp decline in the accumulation of magical knowledge.

Even if he started from scratch with level six magic, it would only bring him limited growth.

The transformation that began not long ago is only the first step in catching up with the legend.

Looking at the wood that was gradually beginning to rot, he shook his head and prepared to try again.

"boom!"

Inès slammed the table and stood up, and even the metal lion staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Aren't you worried about these children? They are about to take the exam, which is a big event in their lives!"

Seeing that Lin En was only focused on practicing magic, her inner anxiety increased instead of decreasing, and she felt a nameless anger rising.

"Examinations are an objective way of testing. They are not affected by your wishes or expectations."

Lin En calmly put away his wand and wiped the sweat off his face. "As teachers, we have broken down all the knowledge points and taught them. The rest is up to us."

"But I still feel..."

"It's not your fault that fifth and seventh graders don't have a good foundation, Inès. Didn't I also attend your last class? It was wonderful and impeccable."

As time went by, Lynn felt more and more that his colleague and research partner was like a student who had never grown up.

Scratching his head helplessly, he took out a bottle of green brain-stimulating potion, gulped it down, and his face turned blue with the bitterness.

He attends classes during the day, answers questions in the evening, and studies at night. Even with the help of three assistants, his sleep time is compressed to less than four hours a day, so he is inevitably a little tired.

Now I have to relieve the stress of another anxious "big student", which is really tiring.

But he also understood this feeling. After all, when he first went to teach at Beauxbatons, he also had the "glorious history" of not being able to sleep the day before the exam.

No matter how much he was persuaded, he wouldn't listen. He could only find a place to sit down out of boredom, yawning continuously due to his sleepiness.

It was not until after ten o'clock in the evening that Ines, who said she was tired, gave up. Before leaving, she did not forget to take a bottle of powerful water of life and death from him, causing him to lose more than twenty gold galleons.

Sitting alone in the empty laboratory, Lynn no longer had the mood to practice magic.

Boyce and Andrew are going to take the exam tomorrow, so it would be a lie for him as a teacher to say that he doesn't care.

Thinking of the two class leaders with very different personalities who got together with Doris's help, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Just at this moment, he happened to see the metal lion on the table out of the corner of his eye.

"How dare you, a noseless old thing, glare at me?!"

"boom--"

"Danglang"

The surging magic power swept over, blasting the motionless metal lion away and causing it to roll heavily to the ground.

The obscure magic lingering on the metal shell was instantly swept away.

With a casual wave of his hand, the lifelike iron lion took off into the air again.

As the sealing magics fell again, Lin En felt more relaxed.

Although the day when Voldemort's curse is broken is not far away, this is still a good "sandbag" before that.

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The next morning, with confidence in himself and his students, Lin En, who had slept soundly all night, came to the auditorium with a warm smile - his and Ines' subjects were both at the back, but this did not prevent him from coming early to cheer up the students.

There was a huge crowd around Professor Flitwick, and he, who was already short in stature, was completely submerged in the crowd.

The young wizards who couldn't find the real culprit decided to try any possible means and found all the professors present, especially Lin En, with their textbooks and notebooks.

"Professor, please help me, I have forgotten the principle of the Happy Spell!"

"Professor, can you give me the definition of the existence spell again?"

"Professor Eric... I think I forgot how to use the Growth Charm..."

"professor……"

In just a short while, he was surrounded by little wizards who obviously did not sleep well.

Listening to a noise noisier than that of five hundred ducks, Lynn felt his head buzzing, as if a large group of zombies in the form of Ron were charging towards him, wanting to eat his brain.

"This is not a solution..." He muttered to himself and raised his wand, "Children, move aside a little. This is my gift."

A blue tide of magic surged out.

Every little wizard, whether nervous or relaxed, felt a refreshing coolness quietly spreading through their body.

Fatigue and anxiety were immediately relieved.

Several young people widened their eyes at the same time.

"So it's Professor Eric... here he comes! Oh my God! Are those examiners?" Halfway through her words, Hermione suddenly covered her mouth and pointed to the door.

There, the tall figure of Dumbledore led the way, followed by a small group of doddering witches and wizards.

One of the witches, who looked particularly old, trotted across the hall toward the professor's chair.

Chapter 201 A Test That Affects Life

Professor Marchbank was a short, hunchbacked witch with a face so wrinkled that it looked like a spider web.

She walked past Harry and the other two, and her old appearance made them think she was even 500 years old - but her steps were more agile than those of young people, and her words were full of energy.

"Eric! I haven't heard from you for a long time. Don't you have any new achievements?"

Her voice was so incredibly loud and her aura was so amazing that the little wizards along the way subconsciously made way for her, revealing Lin En, who was sitting in a corner of the professor's seat and had not yet had time to put down her wand.

"Professor Marchbank, long time no see." The buzzing sound in Lin En's ears had not yet dissipated, but seeing the old man walking briskly, he quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile, "You are still in such good spirits! There will be new results soon. My assistant is helping me with the final proofreading. It is estimated that it will be published before autumn. I will definitely send you a few copies!"

"Ah? Oh! Happy autumn! I want to share it with some old friends!" Obviously, the old lady's hearing was not very good. Even though Lin En had come close to her, she still had some difficulty hearing him. She said in a hoarse voice, "These are your students, right? I hope they can learn some of your real skills. Your Transfiguration in the NEWTs exam was more fancy than that little Dumbledore!"

The shocking words from the old woman's mouth made the young wizards stunned, not only the gossip, but also the way she addressed Dumbledore.

There are only a handful of wizards in the world who can call him "little guy".

Professor McGonagall gave a helpless smile, and Lynn seemed a little embarrassed - he still hoped to keep a low profile in front of everyone.