Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Minister, your meeting arrangements..."

"Those damn reporters from the Daily Prophet again?! Didn't I tell you a long time ago to get rid of them? They are just a bunch of ungrateful bastards! Don't you think about whose credit it is that their office building in Diagon Alley was renovated!"

Before she could finish her words, Fudge, who had finally found a way to vent his anger, slammed the table and stood up, shouting angrily.

The smile on Umbridge's face instantly disappeared, and turned into uneasy palpitations. She whispered something like "Sorry Minister" and moved into the house.

Fudge also realized his own impulsiveness, suppressed his resentment, and tried to ask in a calm tone: "Why, is there anything else?"

"Minister, there is a guest who wants to meet you." Umbridge did not look wronged at all, as if the roar just now had never appeared. She smiled and said, "It's Mr. Eric. You have instructed before that his meeting does not require an appointment."

"Lynn?" Fudge suddenly changed from anger to joy, as if he had changed his face. He walked to Umbridge happily and said, "Well done, Dolores. Go and invite our guests! I'll prepare tea!"

As he spoke, he had already drawn his wand and was waving it up and down like dancing, manipulating the tea set himself and taking out the precious tea that Lucius had sent him not long ago.

By the time Lin En walked into the office, the aroma of tea had already wafted into the air.

"It's so nice to see you, Lynn!" Fudge walked to the door affectionately, his expression even showing a bit of courtesy. He made a subtle gesture to Umbridge, and the minister's assistant, who was very perceptive, immediately understood what he meant, quietly closed the door, and left alone.

She was able to rise quickly in the Ministry of Magic thanks to this vision, as well as her unconditional flattery and flattery - in the era of Millicent Barnold, this approach was not very popular, but Fudge obviously liked it.

However, Fudge was not the kind of person who would be completely blinded by flattery. While enjoying himself, he also remained rational.

For example, he knew very well that Lynn hated this woman.

"Welcome to see me. Please take a seat." After seeing off Umbridge, he entertained Lynn warmly, just like the goblin director of Gringotts, and personally poured her a cup of perfectly brewed tea. "I was originally planning to visit you as soon as I had time. I really owe you a lot to you for what happened last time. Unfortunately, I'm too busy with my work here."

"No, Minister. I completely understand." Lynn said with a smile, "I just came back from Diagon Alley. My new book is about to be published. This is the draft they gave me. Can you keep it as a souvenir? Can you also take some time to give me some suggestions?"

Fudge seemed flattered. He took the book from Lynn with both hands and said happily, "That's great! To be honest, Professor Marchbank always talks to me about the fact that you haven't published a new book in the past two years every time we meet. I am also your loyal reader!"

This was undoubtedly a polite remark, because everyone knew that he didn't like reading, but this was exactly the skill of conversation.

Lin En also raised his teacup and praised the other party's tea art, although according to his standards, it was only barely qualified.

The atmosphere became lively as the greetings and pleasantries were exchanged.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Fudge, who still didn't understand the purpose of Lin's visit, spoke first: "Lin, it's a good thing that you are here this time. I do have a very important matter that I would like to ask you for help."

"Hmm... Are you talking about Blake?" Lynn thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I also heard about it in France. You must be under a lot of pressure recently, right?"

"Yes, that shameful scum escaped when the striker was changing shifts!" Fudge said indignantly, "God knows what he is planning, and Dumbledore has been unable to find him. After much thought, I can only ask you to give me some advice."

"It is our duty to help catch the fugitive." Lin En seemed not to understand the implication and said slowly, "If I have any clues, I will tell you."

There was nothing wrong with this statement, but it obviously did not satisfy Fudge.

Having dealt with Lin En several times, he had already guessed a little bit, so he did not continue to ask, but changed the subject: "Then I would like to thank you in advance. Speaking of which, you came to me today, it should not just be to give me this book, is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's not like I'm helping you, but I heard that you rejected the latest amendment to the law submitted by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?" Lynn asked with a smile, "I'm a little interested in this article."

Hearing this, Fudge's face changed.

"Are you talking about the amendment to the Muggle Protection Act?" His tone became a little colder. "If this bill is passed, the chain reaction it causes will be very large. I must protect the rights of wizards and the purity of the wizarding community."

"Moderately liberalizing the magical transformation of Muggle items and the magical research and application of Muggle technology will not harm the rights and interests of wizards." Lin En said calmly, "As long as there is strict supervision, there will be no trouble, and it can activate our business. This is your political achievement, isn't it?"

"I'm not a person who would abandon principles for the sake of political achievements. The British Ministry of Magic is a model for defending the Statute of Secrecy." Fudge had no intention of making any concessions and spoke very directly - this was also the position of the pure-blood family behind him. They were very opposed to contact between wizards and Muggles.

This stance prevented him from backing down even when facing Lin En, who was eager to win him over. After all, he was also a pure-blood wizard.

"I respect your noble conscience. You have convinced me." Lin En nodded with a little regret. "Everything should be based on ethics. So, regarding the goblins, are you going to tell the Daily Prophet or should I do it for you?"

"What?!" Fudge immediately became alert, with a look of confusion and panic on his face.

"You know, I know a little bit of magic." Lynn took out a pen from his arms, placed it on the coffee table, and lightly pressed the pen cap, and Fudge's voice immediately came out of it.

It was during this conversation that he was showing off his power and conducting a deal - or blackmail - with the goblin director.

This is like a blockbuster bomb that will undoubtedly blow both parties into pieces.

"You...you mean...if I don't agree, you will...trap me...No, you can't do this!"

Fudge's face flushed, and even his voice began to tremble, "You won't do that, right?"

"This is a matter of conscience, as you said." Lynn looked at him calmly, politely and respectfully. "I also feel guilty and suffer great torment in my heart because we trampled on the sacred wizard convention and sheltered the goblin rebels who could threaten the whole world at any time. Sooner or later, we will have to stand up and admit it all, and admit that it was our Minister of Magic's idea."

"not me!"

"Who can prove it?"

Fudge blurted out, but was interrupted by Lynn without hesitation.

His eyes were sharper, and he suddenly thought he saw a serious Dumbledore.

"I...I..." Fudge, who was not known for his eloquence, began to speak incoherently and fell into deep regret.

The greed and glory a few months ago dug a huge hole for him at this moment.

"But what can I do?" He lowered his head in despair, looking confused and helpless.

"It's very simple. You can announce at the same time that I will join the hunt for Sirius Black." Lynn laughed lightly, full of confidence. "In this way, even Lucius Malfoy will not have any objection to it, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and walked out of the house.

"I think I should be able to see your signature before the end of get off work today. After all, the review process has ended. You will see the original recording then. I believe we will have a pleasant cooperation."

"…You'll take care of that criminal, right?"

"Of course, if he really deserves it, I will bring him to justice - this is my promise, Minister."

"Boom"

The door closed, leaving Fudge sitting alone.

After a long time, as if he had just recovered from a life-and-death battle, he fell heavily on the sofa, his face covered in sweat.

He was struggling violently in his heart - he knew too well what impact the introduction of this bill would have on the ruling status of pure-blood wizards and even the long-term development of the wizarding society. For a vested interest like him, this was no less than an earthquake.

But he had no choice. Rather than bear the blame of "sheltering the goblin rebels", which would inevitably mean a political death sentence, he would rather try to get what he wants from Lin En, a smiling tiger, even if it could only delay the matter for a few more years.

Chapter 240 Farewell Party and Invitation

Compared to Fudge's gloomy face and painful expression, Lynn looked refreshed and contented.

As soon as I returned home to Birmingham, Euphemia, who had been waiting for a long time, came out from the kitchen.

"The problem is solved?"

Although his tone was questioning, it didn't look like he was asking anything. He took the robe that Lynn had taken off and hung it on the hanger.

"Solved. It's not complicated anyway. You and I both know exactly how many bones this piece of candy Fudge has."

Lin En said cheerfully, and while his girlfriend was hanging up the clothes, he quietly slipped into the kitchen, picked up a piece of freshly fried chicken and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Snapped"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"You're greedy without even washing your hands. You deserve a beating!"

Miss Fei, who is very observant, put one hand on her waist, full of majesty.

Someone's tactics of playing the victim were useless in front of her. She was sent to the bathroom with a wave of the hand, and she had no choice but to do it unwillingly.

When he washed up and came to the living room, a sumptuous lunch was already on the table. There were also a few pieces of fried chicken specially reserved for him on the coffee table, emitting an enticing aroma - this time the cooking was just right.

"Have a little food first. Inès will probably be here for a while." Euphemia cleaned up the room quickly and said without turning her head. "With the intensity of the crown she uses now, I'm afraid she won't wake up until noon every day. I don't know what she's in such a hurry for."

"She is just like that. Even though she looks very honest in front of you, she has a lot of ideas." Lynn sat on the sofa and said lazily, "She must be worried that she won't have so many opportunities to do research with the tiara when she returns to Castrobush - especially after she learned the Slytherin curse from me. You have to understand. That thing is really addictive to use."

"That's right. Ravenclaw's magic is indeed amazing. I still don't understand its principle." Euphemia nodded and said with emotion, "There are not many people like her who devote themselves to magic research... Have you prepared everything?"

"Of course, just wait for her to come on... She really can't help but talk about it."

Lin En was about to take out the badge from his pocket when he heard a "bang" sound from the study and quickly stood up to greet it.

The next second, Inès walked out of the fireplace with a look of fatigue and joy on her face.

Behind her were the guests, Mr. and Mrs. Nico and little Rim.

Today's lunch is to celebrate the publication of Lynn's new book and also to commemorate her return to Castrobus.

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“Have a nice weekend~!”

"Meow~!"

At the dining table, juice, red wine and little Rim's favorite milk gently clinked together, and laughter echoed in the living room.

Even the smart little cat Xiao Hei was happily raising his front legs, his big, lively eyes blinking with electricity.

Since arriving at Beauxbatons, in just one month, the little guy has gained two or three pounds, visibly grown in size. The cat-leopard bloodline has also begun to play a subtle role, giving it not only magical powers that cannot be underestimated, but also making it smarter.

The most obvious manifestation is that it began to feel that the name "Xiao Hei" was not very nice.

Lynn, who occasionally went to Beauxbatons to exchange knowledge left by Ravenclaw with Ines, had seen it lying on Rem's legs and acting coquettishly more than once - it wanted a better name, but Rem seemed very determined and refused to change it.

After several attempts at pulling and tugging, although it was somewhat reluctant, it could not resist its little master and could only accept its fate helplessly.

At today's dinner table, Euphemia prepared a special lunch for it. In addition to its favorite cod, she added a few magical herbs. It felt dizzy after eating it, and soon it dozed off beside Rham's legs.

Compared with the phoenix, a creature with only some cat and leopard bloodlines, it still needs a long time to grow up.

Rham saw it, and while she was grateful, she also felt a little uneasy - she always felt that she could not accept such an expensive gift, and she was also afraid that the past month was just a beautiful dream, just like Harry who had just learned about the magical world two years ago.

Her rough upbringing made her very sensible. Although she didn't know what the adults were talking about, she quickly filled her stomach and ran to the guest room for a nap with the already sleeping Xiao Hei in her arms. Perenel, who was a little worried, went over to take care of them.

"This kid still hasn't completely gotten over it," Lynn said, "but it looks like she's getting along well with you two?"

"She is indeed a very cute child. Let her stay in Beauxbatons." Nico nodded slightly. "You will be very busy in the future, right? I guess you don't have the time and energy to take care of this child. Besides, Olim also likes her."

"I have no objection, as long as I don't cause you any trouble." Lin En has always been willing to accept advice. "This year has passed so quickly. A new school year is about to begin, and Ines is going back to South America - it's still winter over there."

"I'm not just leaving. Don't think you can get rid of me like this." Inès said happily, "I plan to go to Hogwarts to get the crown from you often. And Helena also asked me to go back and chat with her when I have time."

In just half a month, she had made a breakthrough in her magic research. Not only was she able to benefit from the magic knowledge given by Rowena, but she was also inseparable from the transformation brought about by the crown. It was a qualitative change that could turn stone into gold, and it allowed her already agile mind to leap to a new height.

If it wasn't too heavy a burden, she would have worn it from morning to night.

But this experience would eventually come to an end, and she took out the crown from her small bag and gently placed it on the table.

"As for now... the item has been returned to its original owner. I give it to you intact."

Before leaving, recalling her experiences of the past six months, she still felt a sense of unreality as if she were in a dream.

Dumbledore, Voldemort, Grindelwald, Nico and his wife, Ravenclaw and Hercule, the legendary wizards from ancient times to the present made her fully aware of her own insignificance and the long road ahead.

Lynn, Euphemia, and the Stargazers, who had only worked with her briefly but left a deep impression on her. The pressure from her contemporaries also made her show her usual weakness time and time again - especially in front of Lynn and Euphemia, she thought she was inferior to them and always felt a little lacking in confidence when speaking and doing things, even though she knew they were both very friendly to her.

If we take into account those two horrible and weird monsters who treated human life as worthless, what she experienced in these few months might be much more than what she experienced in the past thirty years combined, and each one of them was a major event that she had never heard of in her life.

This made her doubt whether she could still adapt to that ordinary life after leaving the center of the magical world and returning to her hometown in South America?

The answer is probably no. After all, even a few years ago, she chose to become a bounty hunter partly because she couldn't stand the dull and boring life, thus starting a new journey - one that was not without danger, but also quite exciting.

Looking at Lin En and Euphemia sitting opposite her, she put away her joking expression and said sincerely: "I will always remember everything that happened in the past six months, and I will also remember each of you clearly - now we should be friends, right?"

There was a slight glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.

"I always thought we were friends for a long time, right?" Lin En responded with a smile, "And..."

He pulled out his badge, "Maybe we can take this friendship a step further."

"This is the one you had back then...!" Inès' heartbeat quickened slightly.

"Yes, I think you should have discovered something after your adventure in the Kushan ruins." Lin En pointed to the hexagram on the badge and said, "Stargazers, a mutual aid organization that explores mysteries together, now needs an outstanding curse expert to bring new vitality to the curse research team we are preparing."

Without any unnecessary courtesy or preparation, he extended the invitation directly.

Chapter 241 The Trajectory of Time

That night, Inès returned with a badge numbered [211] and a batch of gifts for new members made by Lynn himself - high-quality floating cannons and runes - and moved back into her professor's living room in Castrobus.

Along with the supplies came a mission.

Find suitable candidates for the prepared curse research team and take part of the responsibility for studying the remains of the false god.

As early as the battle at the headquarters of the Magic Congress, Lin En had this idea when he saw the destructive effect of the patronus on the magic power of the false god.