Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

When this semester is over, she will leave the school with the retiring Professor Kettleburn, with the farewell of all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, and return to the familiar Castellobus to continue to fulfill her promise made that year - one year left.

But her mind was obviously not completely focused here. Most of her mind was filled with her unfinished research, and a small part was filled with that terrifying creature whose aura was looming but never out of her perception.

Lin En knew very well what his friend was thinking. Whether it was Dumbledore or the monster, if they exerted their full strength, all the creatures around them would suffer a devastating disaster.

Without the restraint of the black magic chains, the days passed one by one. The midsummer sun brought a rare high temperature in Scotland, and also brought the end of the school year.

That afternoon, the second-grade wizards had their final exams in Rune and Ancient Magic.

The inexplicably nervous Hermione, the confident Harry and Ron, the shyly smiling Neville, and the little wizards with different expressions poured into the magic classroom.

At the same time, a white-haired figure suddenly appeared in the principal's office, covered in dust.

Chapter 205 Summer is beautiful (probably)

When the bell rang, Harry and Ron walked out of the examination room and both felt that they had done well.

At least they were definitely better than Ron's fourth and fifth brothers who returned to the common room with gloomy faces the past two days - Hermione said that this pair of clowns used the wrong magic in the examination room and broke two of the metal runes used for the exam.

But no one knew how this thing broke, after all, no one had ever done it before.

But this had little to do with the relaxed Harry, who was only thinking about his performance in the exam.

Although the written test was a bit bumpy, it went smoothly overall because he put a lot of thought into it - at least he was already very familiar with the book written by Professor Eric.

As for the practical part, since they were second graders and had not yet performed rune magic, which was quite difficult, they simply included this item as an extra credit question.

The actual test content was to use the floating cannon to activate three types of rune magic, as well as three simple ancient magics including the Light Spell. He completed them all very well and felt that he could get a high score.

He also completed a rune magic that he learned near the end of the semester, the spiritual rune Peso.

As far as he knew, even in the senior grades, most young wizards found it difficult to master this magic, because magic involving the mind is always difficult, and he himself didn't know why he could learn it. It was like fate, and it was different from other magic.

And this is just the beginning of the experience. When school starts again next year and he enters the third grade, he will have more opportunities to learn these interesting and powerful magics, which makes him look forward to it.

But before he could imagine the new school year, he still had some hurdles to overcome, such as Potions class.

To be fair, his potion-making skills were actually pretty good, but in front of Snape, he could only perform at seven out of ten - Ron was about the same, and the two good brothers were surprisingly similar in this respect.

What's more, what's even worse is that since the end of the Christmas holidays, the old bat Snape seemed to have used most of his energy in tormenting Neville to deal with him, which made the already bad class situation even worse.

On the contrary, Neville seemed to be getting more and more adept at it.

Neville...

Thinking of this roommate with whom he had a good relationship, Harry felt a little puzzled when he returned to the common room.

He felt that it was since Christmas that his somewhat forgetful classmate began to become more and more powerful and more and more confident.

That memory ball had long been thrown into some corner of a drawer, gathering dust.

But this is also good. He likes to see his friends getting better and better, and he also likes his current life.

There was no thief who stole the Philosopher's Stone, nor was there any Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets Heir. They just went to class, played, and practiced Quidditch as usual, and spent every day peacefully with their friends.

——Although it wasn't always peaceful, for example, when he and Ron were looking for his old friend Aragog not long ago, they were severely frightened.

It was the first time they had seen a spider as big as a hill, and no matter how they looked at it, its brood looked like they were going to eat Hagrid and both of them, although Hagrid himself didn't seem to think so.

He lazily leaned on the sofa, next to him was Ron, who was stacking wizard chess pieces and chewing a pie - this was brought by Percy for them, saying that they should eat something after the exams as they were very exhausted. It tasted good.

Hermione had disappeared again, either helping Professor Eric mark papers or going to the library to study those complex spells that made him sleepy just by looking at them.

"I wish I had Hermione's endless energy..." He whispered, his eyelids a little heavy.

Just as he was about to cheer himself up and fight Ron, a clear female voice came from behind him.

"Harry! Didn't we agree that you would come to the stadium to practice flying and Quidditch with us after the exams?"

The one who spoke was Ginny. This pretty little red-haired girl was completely different from the way she was at the Burrow. She was no longer shy or timid, and seemed very cheerful all day long.

Fred and George followed behind their little sister like two big bodyguards.

I have to say that the Weasley family seems to be generally quite talented in the sport of Quidditch.

It looked like the wizard chess plan would have to be put on hold in favor of flying training and Quidditch games in the sun.

As for Potions review and exams?

Forget it. With that old bat around, how much difference does it make whether I review or not?

After realizing this, the happy little wizards rushed forward and headed towards the bustling Quidditch field.

The fifth and seventh graders are also sweating there and enjoying the beautiful summer.

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As night fell, Lin En was writing at his desk in the office.

"squeak"

There was a slight noise from the door, and Dumbledore, who had dressed up, quietly approached and stood behind him.

"My dear Fei, when I think of you, I always imagine a warm house with a bonfire burning, bright lights, and everyone living in peace. I think this is..."

"Dumbledore, I think someone must have told you that people should maintain basic courtesy, such as learning to knock on the door and not reading other people's letters at will."

Dumbledore had just read the beginning when he was interrupted by Lynn without even looking up.

But he had no intention of stopping, and continued to write fluently until he wrote the last line with satisfaction and signed his name.

"I'm just a little curious. Don't you and Euphemia meet often?" Dumbledore sat on the side a little awkwardly and spoke softly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

But Lin En just glanced at him with impatience in his eyes: "This is a sense of ritual. Some words spoken out loud have completely different feelings from those written on paper. You probably won't understand, after all, you don't know what feelings are, even though you always talk about them. From this point of view, you and Grindelwald are really cut from the same cloth."

"I just want to confirm the situation first. I don't mean that I don't trust you."

"You don't believe this, and neither do I. Even Inès won't believe it. Don't waste our time, okay?"

"I know you won't be happy about this, so I wanted to invite you to my office, but unfortunately..."

"It's a pity that we are too busy to respond to your call?" Lin En narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of danger. "It seems that you have spent a very fulfilling time in the United States." He emphasized the word "fulfilling".

"You said Inès could track that monster."

"Is this the reason why you and the Magic Congress are fighting in public?" Lin En sneered, his tone full of sarcasm, "How great! The wise and most powerful wizard has forgotten the love and morality that he always talks about."

"I……"

"I understand. It's 'for the greater good'. Your goals are all greater. To achieve your wishes, whose life counts? Your own doesn't count, right?"

"Don't be like this, Lynn." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. "We have not only witnessed, but also personally ended the lives of countless men and women... Nothing is without risk."

"I do have a lot of blood on my hands," Lynn said, then stood up. "But I won't do anything meaningless just because of my suspicion, and I won't act rashly on such a matter."

"There won't be a next time."

"You can tell these words to Inès and see if she will agree. It's getting late. Please go back."

"...Okay. If possible, I still hope you can find time to come to my office." Dumbledore walked towards the door helplessly. "Although it cost me some money, I did gain something."

He left the room a little depressed, and Lynn slowly sat down.

He took out the six-pointed star badge from his arms.

Chapter 206 Rune's Imprinting Mechanism

Dumbledore felt distressed.

Lin En is completely different from those core members of the Phoenix Society who absolutely trust and support him.

They have consensus, differences, and even estrangement.

Daily laughter is not only a way to ease the relationship, but also a means to test and guess each other.

Once the two people's positions are really involved, conflicts of varying degrees will be difficult to avoid.

For example, how to deal with and handle the monster named "Salem Heretic".

As Lynn said, he didn't care too much about the possible casualties in Muggle settlements - just like when he fought against Grindelwald or Voldemort.

He will make some protective preparations and try to keep the battlefield away from towns, but all of this is based on the assumption that the original plan will not be disrupted.

If it comes to a choice between two options, he will make his choice without any hesitation.

This is fundamentally different from Lynn's style of doing things, and will inevitably create an irreparable rift in their relationship.

He was very clear about this, and felt heavy-hearted because of it.

He had a deeper understanding of Newt's words that day.

Lynn had never been the kind of wizard who could be controlled by him, like McGonagall, Hagrid, or Snape.

On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, the Magical Congress of the United States of America was also having a hard time.

After a thorough search, they cooperated with Dumbledore and found traces of the monster somewhere in the Middlesex Hills, and attempted to kill or seal it.

But unfortunately, even though Dumbledore used his most powerful magic and performed his superb Patronus Charm to the extreme as Linn had reminded him before, the strange deer-headed monster still escaped.

During the battle, the overwhelming Fiendish Fire almost reduced a Muggle town and the nearby hills to ashes.

Even the No-Maj News reported this strange wildfire, and most of the No-Maj residents nearby saw a magical scene that they would never forget. The Magical Congress had no choice but to visit them one by one and cast the Forgetfulness Charm on them.

This made the staff of various departments of the Magical Congress extremely busy and overwhelmed, and the already highly tense "wizard-Maj" relationship in American society was made even worse.

Nowadays, the tremendous pressure from all sides makes them breathless, and the curses left behind by the monsters when they escape - or the cruel words they left behind - make people feel like a thorn in their backs, and they dare not rest for a moment.

Beneath the apparent calm lies a turbulent current.

It seems like a storm is about to come.

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At Hogwarts, the comfortable campus life continues until the last subject is examined and the school year comes to an end.

One day in late June, Lynn was grading test papers with an expressionless face - even after a whole year of training, it was inevitable that some students' answers looked like trolls scribbling. This was inevitable.

Just when he was thinking about asking Crabbe, a kid who was not sure whether he had any brains, to copy the magic spelling table three hundred or five hundred times, there were three knocks on the door.

The familiar voice immediately dispelled the dark clouds in his mind.

"Hermione, please come in."

The one who came was his reliable and lovely little assistant.

"Professor, I have some immature ideas about the engraving mechanism of rune magic that you assigned to me before."

Hermione staggered into the room carrying a pile of parchment rolls, put the things away, and then smiled shyly.

"Hmm... you think this is an 'immature idea'?" Lin En pondered for a moment, picked up the scroll marked with number one, and gently opened it. "I'm sure one of you and I has a problem understanding this concept."

"It's indeed not very mature. There are still many questions." Hermione scratched her hair embarrassedly, pointed to the floater disassembly parts diagram on the scroll, and said softly, "This is what Fred and George helped me with, as well as Luna. They dismantled three floaters."

"dismantle……?"

Lin En was stunned for a moment, with a look of doubt on his face, "How did you dismantle it?"

"It's just...just..." Hermione thought of the Weasley brothers' eye-catching ideas and didn't know how to describe them.

From her expression, Lynn understood everything.

"These two guys are really good at dismantling my alchemical tools." He smiled and shook his head. "Can you tell me about your research results? Your costs are not low. This thing can't be bought outside - and it's very difficult to repair, right?"

"Yeah, Professor, we haven't fixed it yet. But we've learned a lot!"

She excitedly took out two volumes of parchment from the pile and spread them out in front of Lynn. There were densely packed tiny handwriting on them.

"According to our experiments, the two runes you configured for the floating gun, Kenaz and Isa, are the most suitable for this metal structure. In addition, there are Lagus, which also represent the three basic elements of the material part of rune magic."

"Yeah, that's right."

"On this basis, you chose dragon blood as the main material of the paint, and added a small amount of unicorn hair powder, as well as dragon horns and phoenix feathers that were also ground into powder, to provide sufficient magic power for the engraved rune magic."

"You have a very accurate eye. This should be discovered by Luna? Or did you use Muggle observation methods?"

"It's both, Professor." Hermione nodded, "but what really completes the imprint is the permanent magic you left behind - or rather, it's more like some kind of magic circle. I don't understand its principles yet, but I can see that the patterns on the three types of magic are different. They must have been specially designed by you."

Lynn looked at her approvingly, which boosted her confidence.

"Ahem!" She cleared her throat, her eyes bright. "So our guess is that the imprinting of rune magic requires the following elements: special metals with bearing capacity, sufficient basic magic source, and specially designed imprinting magic."