Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"...Has anyone ever told you that you learn spells at a freakish speed?" Rowena asked dryly after pondering for a long time.

Even the knowledgeable legendary predecessors were surprised.

This made Lynn feel uncomfortable, and Rowena even had some self-doubt.

The scene fell into a strange and awkward silence.

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Fortunately, resolving embarrassment is a basic skill for adults.

The two of them quickly adjusted themselves and sat on the chairs Rowena had conjured up as if nothing had happened.

"Salazar's magic does originate from Herpo, but this statement is not accurate enough. Strictly speaking, his shadow can be seen in almost all black magic, especially magic against these monsters that are difficult to kill."

Rowena's face still showed confusion and curiosity, but her tone had returned to being calm and steady.

Her sense of responsibility overshadowed her strong desire for knowledge.

A thousand years of slumber and the passing of life did not make her lose the sense of crisis she had in her life. Instead, it became more urgent due to the decline of her strength.

"Godric provided the strength to confront them head-on, Salazar researched the weapons to kill them, I developed the techniques to restrain them, and Helga turned our vision into reality and went a step further."

She spoke in an orderly manner, her eyes never leaving Lynn's face for a moment, full of deep meaning.

"But these are not the key points. What is important is that we once captured a monster, pried open its head, and found some key secrets."

"Please go ahead. I feel like I have enough resistance to all kinds of explosive news now." Lin En lowered his head and listened attentively.

What he said was not self-boasting, but an objective statement.

The moment he saw multiple monsters appear at the same time, his surprise reached its peak, but he became somewhat calm afterwards.

"That's good," Rowena blinked, as if smiling, "You are a Muggle-born wizard, so you are probably familiar with their myths and legends, right?"

"Of course, and I know that many myths and legends in the eyes of Muggles are based on the prototypes of wizards from different eras - the other part is their worship of nature. These stories are derived from human beings' fear and longing for the unknown, so even many wizards have beliefs in nature and create many powerful magics based on this."

Lin En was not surprised by this, because he himself mastered more than one such magic, such as the Eye of Tonatiuh, one of the trump cards to deal with the false god.

But he was also a thoughtful person. When he heard Rowena's question, he already had a premonition and guess.

His expression became serious. "You mean, the prototypes of these myths also include...?"

"That's right, and there are quite a few of them." Rowena said approvingly, "Myths are people's subjective patchwork of things they cannot understand, arranging and combining unrelated events into a complete story, or even a series of stories. And in these stories, their traces are everywhere. This is not an unintentional legacy, but a subjective intention."

“Myths exist, and they hold conspiracies.”

"A conspiracy about the soul."

She spoke in a firm and powerful tone.

Chapter 238 The Mystery of the Crown (End of this Volume)

When Lin En came out of the statue space, it was almost dark and the last ray of sunlight was about to disappear into the horizon.

Looking at the silent statue, he felt mixed emotions.

Although Rowena's memory was incomplete and missing a considerable amount of important content, it still answered many of his questions.

For example, how the God of Lies, Les, bewitched and exploited the Apostle organization, and why the Thousand-Eyed Monster would break into a tomb that might be a trap on its own.

History continues to move forward in the alternation of progress and cycle, from the tragic ancient times to the dark Middle Ages, and then to the era when the gods withdrew.

Thinking of Rowena's instructions before she fell asleep, Lynn felt the burden on his shoulders become heavier.

Many of his doubts were answered, but this brought more questions.

Where do these monsters come from?

What exactly do the Dark Ages have to do with them?

Where are they now that they have disappeared?

as well as……

Countless questions fill my mind but I can't find the answers, only conjectures that make me shudder when I think about them carefully.

Just as he was trying to digest the news, there was a rustling sound outside the door.

After a moment, the short Professor Flitwick quietly poked his head out, followed by Inès and Euphemia, and then Helena who had quietly slipped away and returned.

Hearing the noise, they all cast inquiring glances at Lin En.

"Ms. Ravenclaw's soul has been over-consumed and she has rested. There will be opportunities for communication in the future."

In front of everyone, he concealed all the thoughts in his eyes, smiled, and handed the crown in his hand to Ines, who was delighted, in front of Flitwick, who was frustrated because he couldn't talk to the founder.

Helena pretended to be calm and floated to the side of the statue, hovering in the air with her arms folded across her chest.

Flitwick stood beside her and sighed, completely unlike his usual smiling self.

Inès put on the crown she had always dreamed of and enjoyed the unique agility of thinking and new vision.

Her path as a wizard is extending rapidly.

Only Euphemia noticed something was wrong, but she said nothing. She just walked quietly to his side, held his hand, and conveyed her body warmth and care.

The sun sets outside the window and a bright moon appears in the sky.

When the moon is bright, the stars are sparse.

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Under the cover of night, the city of Birmingham is still bustling as Caribbean cultural celebrations are taking place on the streets, attracting countless enthusiastic art lovers and tourists from all over the world.

Across the street, Lynn and Euphemia were snuggling on the sofa at home, talking in low voices about their gains today.

Unlike the valuable knowledge that Euphemia received, Lynn received more responsibility.

For thousands of years, there have always been wizards who have fought desperately against these monsters whose origins, numbers, and abilities are full of mysteries with courage beyond imagination.

Fortunately, some of them found the means to kill these monsters, such as Herbo, and Salazar, who strode forward on Herbo's shoulders.

And they don't seem to have the concept of "reproduction" - this is certainly unusual, and even hides deeper and more shocking problems, but at least it is not a bad thing for now.

To this day, except for the two monsters that have died, there is no trace of them in the world.

While no one would simply believe that they are completely extinct, they are at least not an imminent problem.

Just like it has been for hundreds of years.

Euphemia poked Lin En's chin mischievously and said in a deliberately light tone: "Even an old antique like Old Nico who has lived for more than 600 years has never seen these monsters. We won't be so unlucky, right?" As she said that, she also blinked playfully, making Lin En laugh.

"I may be unlucky, but we have Fei who always has good luck, which should offset it." He said half-jokingly, "I just think it's a pity. It would be great if she could leave you a legacy. I don't know when she will be able to accumulate enough magic power to wake up next time."

"How about you modify the statue?" Euphemia, who had already tasted the sweetness, thought for a moment and suggested.

"Statue? That's not a good choice..." Lynn's smile seemed intriguing. "Our Lady Ravenclaw left a lot of magical spells on the statue, but it has been dormant."

"Hibernation...oh my god."

With a mixture of surprise and inexplicable expectation, Euphemia leaned against Lin En in a daze, her mouth slightly open.

Her eyes subconsciously drifted towards the study.

There was a silver-white metal box there, which was the one Lynn had brought to Hogwarts earlier.

"The founders of Hogwarts..." she murmured, "They are truly unfathomable creatures. I wonder how many unknown secrets they have hidden."

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At this moment, many big and small things are happening all over the world.

In an old house in London, Brian, Victor and Amanda were gathered together to study the remains of the Thousand-Eyed Monster. There was also a fat guy who quietly took out dozens of bottles of magic potions - it would be better to say that he was the main force of the research.

Today's study is missing an important player.

Taking advantage of the night, the werewolf elimination team led by Sonia was heading towards a desolate valley, which was the new hiding place of the werewolf gang led by Fenrir.

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There is a small but exquisite studio in the rainforest of Castrobus.

The world-renowned potion master was standing side by side with his old friend in front of the laboratory table, staring at the small pile of "residues" on it.

Although it is winter in the southern hemisphere, the enthusiasm of the two old principals seems to be high.

Spells, potions, and the wisdom of countless wizards from ancient times to the present were cast on the lifeless remains of the false god, exploring its limits.

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The prison of Azkaban was cold and damp even in summer, making people reluctant to stay there for long.

The strikers on duty finished their last round of daily patrols, leaving the night watch task entirely to the tireless Dementors, and walked out yawning.

Their shift change date is tomorrow, followed by a month-long vacation, which is one of the few benefits of working in this hellhole.

But they didn't notice that when a few people were leaving with the newspapers, a pair of eyes in the corner saw through the dark cage and saw a scene that he would never forget.

The breathing sound that was calm to the point of being faint suddenly became rapid.

Under the cover of night, no one noticed this.

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In the castle of Beauxbatons, the little girl, exhausted from playing, healing, and studying, fell into a deep sleep, with a black cat, which had grown a circle in just one month, lying beside her.

Nico and Perenelle carefully tucked her in and left quietly, though a faint conversation could be heard in the corridor.

On the way they passed, in the guest room with the door closed, Ine was lying on the desk in an ungraceful manner, snoring softly with a few drops of saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth, sleeping soundly.

Under her head was a pile of parchment covered with fine writing. The last line was written in a flamboyant style, obviously written when she was too sleepy to open her eyes.

Not far away, the golden crown was placed quietly, shrouded in the deep night, and the gorgeous yet not gaudy sapphire emitted a faint light.

This is a miraculous creation, but it also brings more uncertainty and doubt to this world which is not peaceful to begin with.

(End of this volume)

Chapter 239: Fudge's Good Friday

Saturday, August 8, Ministry of Magic.

The centres of power in wizarding society were as busy as ever, and in recent days even more so than usual.

Especially the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second floor, which didn't look like a weekend at all.

Everyone was in a hurry, dealing with countless troubles, with a lingering cloud on their faces.

In the Minister's office, Fudge was sitting at his desk with a gloomy face, with a copy of the Daily Prophet, which had been published for some time, next to him.

The news made him lose face.

[Sirius Black, a loyal servant of the mysterious man and a dangerous criminal, escaped from Azkaban and is missing]

[The second villain to escape from Azkaban in twelve years]

[Azkaban's defenses have already turned on the warning lights]

The huge title was like a loud slap in his face - especially after he had inspected this wizard prison just half a month ago and praised its defense measures.

Letters of doubt poured into the Ministry of Magic like snowflakes, each one like the last straw that broke the camel's back for his already precarious prestige.

This made him so worried that he had to go to the Leaky Cauldron in person to settle the "Boy-Who-Lived" who disliked him in every way.

Everyone was certain that he would be the prime target of the escaping madman - after all, he was one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's most loyal servants.

But simply strengthening security is far from enough to save his lost face. He must come up with some immediate solutions to shut up those reporters who are swarming around him like flies.

However... Dumbledore, who he had always relied on as a backer, seemed to be too busy recently. Even though he wrote to him again and again for help, all his letters fell on deaf ears.

This exacerbated the distress of the Minister of Magic, who was already not good at dealing with emergencies, and made him too lazy to even deal with his daily duties.

Just when he had no place to vent his anger, there was a knock on the door and Umbridge's toad face squeezed in with a sneer from outside the slightly opened door.