Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Chapter 234: Crown of Rebirth

The end of July is probably the hottest time of the year in the northern hemisphere, but the alchemy workshop deep underground seems cool and dry, as if there is a powerful air conditioner releasing cold air.

The rooms that were once filled with experimental equipment and materials were cleared out, leaving enough space.

While Lynn was preparing the birthday present, the diligent Ines had already completed all the preliminary preparations and was sitting aside holding the fairy tale book - for a full half month, she had not yet handed the book to Rim.

This morning, the older kid Nico was also bored, so he ran over to watch with her, and didn't even notice Lynn pushing the door open.

It was only when he deliberately cleared his throat that the old man and the young man, who were engrossed in watching, were brought back to reality.

"Well... this fairy tale book is quite suitable for children to read. It is very fascinating."

“The stories in it are very imaginative and very suitable for enlightenment.”

The two people, feeling extremely embarrassed, found excuses and laughed it off in unison.

Lin En's eyes were filled with disdain: "It's suitable for old children and big children, right? You are too old to fight with little Rim for storybooks. Aren't you ashamed? No wonder you two can play together."

He shook his head helplessly, walked to the only remaining laboratory table, took a deep breath, took out the stone slab that he had finally reproduced after many days of hard work, and placed it on the table with great care.

Each beautiful pattern is filled with wisdom spanning thousands of years, just like the poems that Rowena Ravenclaw left for future wizards.

The restored main body of the crown was placed next to him.

The shaped metal that fills all the gaps perfectly is no different from the products of thousands of years ago, and the dazzling sapphires are appropriately inlaid in the grooves.

The warm magic flowed through the crown, which was as smooth as new, but it was still not smooth enough.

Every time the magic power passed through the gem and the eagle head symbol, it seemed to encounter some strong resistance. This was a sign that the magic circuit had not yet been completed.

Lynn raised her wand and waved it gently, causing the slate on the table to float into the air.

A faint blue light condensed at his fingertips.

Such tracing could not be done with paint or any other known alchemical technique, only with the purest magic, like completing a masterpiece of sculpture.

One can imagine the amount of power required to leave a mark on such a legendary magical item.

Inès couldn't do it, nor could Nicolas Flamel. Even Lynn at this moment had to give his all and not slack off in the slightest.

He slowly adjusted his breathing until the rhythm of his life matched the rhythm of his magic.

When his physical and mental state reached its peak, he raised the index finger of his right hand, slightly bent it at an angle that was most comfortable for him, and dropped the essence of magic power onto the silver-white metal shell of the crown.

"Shh-"

The azure magic light instantly lit up, like an invisible wave, completely covering the entire alchemy workshop, and also drowning Nico and Inès who were concentrating on their studies.

It even got out of control and took over the entire Beauxbatons Castle.

In a trance, they even thought for a moment that it was Rowena Ravenclaw herself.

After half a minute, when the light faded, they discovered that the magic was accomplished by the Eye of Helen, a rare gem that they had found after so much trouble.

The surging waves of magic are like the waves on the coast of Troy, and like the wave after wave of attacks on the city. It is not a gentle woman, but a shocking war epic.

Bathed in the most turbulent tide, Lynn's eyes were calm and his steady hands did not waver at all.

The stone slab hovering in the air seemed to have some intelligence. The patterns engraved on it glowed faintly, like a lighthouse on the seashore, guiding the brave warriors on the voyage.

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Hogwarts Castle, Ravenclaw common room.

All the students have gone home, Ines, with whom she had the best relationship, has completed her term, and Lynn is not in school either, so Helena seems to have nothing to do.

After wandering around the castle, she returned to the place she was most familiar with, found an armchair and sat down, resting her chin on her hand and gazing at her mother's statue.

Around the afternoon, Flitwick, who stayed in school during the holidays, would come to chat with her and discuss magic. This was a rare change of pace for her during the summer vacation.

But until then, she'll have to find ways to pass the time herself - like taking a nap in the sleepy sunshine.

Ghosts can't feel cold or heat anyway.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, the silent statue changed again.

Faint magic power rose from all over the castle, turning into scattered points of light and converging in the direction of the statue.

In just a few minutes, the statue's eyes began to glow slightly, as if it had a soul.

"...!"

Helena sat there in a daze, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion, joy and anxiety.

"Mother? Are...are you back?"

She asked tentatively in a low voice, as if she was afraid to wake her mother from her sleep, or as if she was afraid to see the figure that she had been worried about for nearly a thousand years.

She waited for a long time. The statue's abnormality came and went quickly. After a brief change, it returned to calm. No one responded to her call.

This made her feel relieved but also lost.

The silver-white soul floated into the air, gently hugged the statue's head, and said nothing.

At the same time, the eagle head outside the lounge turned slightly, and Flitwick, who noticed something was wrong, trotted over.

Seeing this scene, he already understood something, so he considerately pretended not to see it and retreated quietly.

He understood the relationship between the mother and daughter and Helena's feelings, and was willing to give her some time alone.

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Lynn's magic circuit carving progressed slowly, but the rhythm remained steady and reassuring.

The fingertips moved nimbly in the small space, and the magic power was imprinted on the metal surface, making a slight "hissing" sound.

The complex patterns on the stone slab need to be shrunk countless times before they can be condensed on the small and exquisite crown.

The tough metal and the magic from Ravenclaw were both obstacles to this "carving", but they could not stop Lynn.

Even sweat cannot exist for even a moment in the interweaving and collision of magic.

After months of preparation, Lynn stepped into the "examination room" built by the founder himself to start his "final test" for the year.

There is no examiner, but the crown itself is the examiner.

There is no room for error, and there are only two extreme results: full marks and zero marks.

Although there is still a chance to try again, Lin En is more aware of the importance of making a final effort.

Nico and Ines were both holding their breath not far away, not moving a muscle, afraid to make any noise and disturb Lynn who was fully engaged.

But this worry was a bit unnecessary, because there was no fluctuation in his eyes and he didn't notice any changes in the outside world at all.

Even though his mental and physical strength were being rapidly consumed during the seemingly insignificant but extremely intense imprinting process, his hands remained as steady as a rock.

The nimble fingertips slowly and steadily concentrated more and more magic circuits on the eagle's head, making the proud eagle even more energetic.

The overflowing magic power became more and more powerful, but his movements not only did not slow down, but gradually accelerated.

"..."

He stared wordlessly into the gleaming gem as if he were gazing into the eyes of a Ravenclaw.

The strong and powerful heartbeat sounded like the beating of a war drum.

Magic power infused his fingertips and flowed into the eagle head, which could be called the "heart" of the crown, just like Hector throwing a spear.

The person standing opposite is not the half-man, half-god Achilles.

Victory will eventually come.

"Swish"

The familiar "hissing" sound came to an abrupt end, replaced by a refreshing, free and elegant sound.

At the last moment, Lynn ended the extremely complicated magic circuit with an arc that was very personal.

Without waiting for Inès to cheer, he raised the crown above his head as if he felt some kind of call and gently placed it on his own head.

It's like bathing in crystal blue rain.

At this moment, the legendary magic item that has been silent for thousands of years has experienced its own revival, or rebirth.

Having shaken off the taint and constraints of black magic, the treasures carrying wisdom and thoughts shine with a brand new light.

After a moment, Lynn took off the crown, looking normal, but with a slightly intriguing look.

"I knew she wasn't that simple."

Chapter 235 Ravenclaw's Echo

The first day of August.

After celebrating Neville's thirteenth birthday and praising him for his great progress over the past year in front of Augusta and many relatives of the Longbottom family, Lynn returned to school.

This was his first time returning to school during the summer vacation - compared to McGonagall and Flitwick, who almost regarded the school as their home, he didn't like returning to school during the holidays.

But this time there was a reason.

Euphemia, Inès, and even old Nico were eager to come and witness it, but unfortunately little Rim was left alone, so they had to give up reluctantly.

The empty castle welcomed three guests.

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"Inès, what are you doing...!"

In the Ravenclaw common room, Helena, who was in a daze, saw Inès walking in. She was about to ask a question when her eyes were attracted by the crown in her hand.

"Helena, it took a lot of effort for me not to wear it - I need Ms. Ravenclaw to witness this honor first."

Inès said half jokingly and half seriously.

She had heard from Lin En about the true effect of this magic, but she still restrained her curiosity with great willpower.

She hoped to share this joy and comfort with her good friends and respected wizard elders - although as a price, she had not slept well for two full nights.

As they were talking, Euphemia and Lynn also entered the narrow passage one after another and appeared in front of Helena.

"Long time no see, Helena." Euphemia greeted calmly, "Do you remember the promise we made when we were in school?"

"Euphemia...Lynn..." Helena's eyes were misty. She changed the name for the first time. "I didn't expect you could really...so quickly..."

She understood why the statue moved strangely three days ago.

The silver-white hands stretched forward, as if wanting to touch the lost treasure, or as if wanting to touch the lost past.

"It will stay at Hogwarts as long as I work here." Lynn said, walking forward. "You still have a long time to spend with it, and so does Inès."

As if in response to his promise, the Eye of Helen emitted a flash of light, illuminating the eyes of the statue.

"Now, great founder, I come to fulfill my earlier promise to you."

He took the crown from Inès and placed it on the statue's head with great care, just as he had done last time.

The only difference is that the crown has now been restored to its original state and has regained its magical powers.

The Eye of Helen fits perfectly into the small groove on the top of the statue's head. The moment it is touched, magic as soft as water flows out from it.

The invisible magic power cleanses the body and soul, and also adds some life and vitality to the statues that have been sleeping for thousands of years.

A sigh, seeming both emotional and melancholy, slowly came out from the statue, as if waking up from a dream.

The silvery-white "mist" emanated from the statue, gathered in front of Lin En, and gathered in the different gazes of the crowd.

Helena's mind went blank.

Inès is the object of adoration.

Euphemia showed respect and admiration.

Rowena Ravenclaw, a legendary wizard who stood at the pinnacle of the era, returns to the world in a magical manner.

The beautiful and stern face was covered with a gentle look.

The body between reality and illusion is lifelike and full of grace and elegance.

At this moment, she did not look old as in the portrait, but maintained the vigorous and youthful appearance of the statue.