Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He began to daydream and looked forward to the courses in the coming year.

"Cough cough!"

Lynn knew exactly what they were thinking, so he cleared his throat and turned the ice back into pure magic power and returned it to the rune.

"I understand your feelings, but I want to remind you that this is a course, and it is a required course."

After deliberately pausing for a few seconds, he changed his tone and brought the students back to reality from their reverie of powerful magic.

"Since it's a course, there must be an exam, and my requirements are very strict." With a gentle smile, he said the devilish words in the children's eyes, "Even OWLs and NEWTs must refer to the standards I set. It is definitely much higher than what you have seen before."

He accurately grasped the students' lifeline - scores.

Most of the young wizards who were eager to try immediately turned into frost-bitten eggplants, while a few top students were even more excited, and they couldn't wait to roll up their sleeves and work hard to let the professor see their level.

In the world of all living things, Lin En said loudly: "So, in the next part, I will tell you my standards for magic - and my expectations of you."

"Magic is never an ethereal existence. It has its own standards."

The target standing behind him rose into the air, rapidly enlarged, and shone faintly under the light.

It has a metallic luster and a magical touch, and is far from being as ordinary as it seems.

Chapter 22: Magic also has different levels

"Magic is infinite. No one can master it all in their short life, including the alchemist Nicolas Flamel who is over 600 years old."

Under the gaze of the little wizards, Lynn said half-jokingly.

"So," he raised his voice slightly, "in a limited life, you must have a focus in your studies. Different people may learn the same magic at different speeds, and their use of it may be even more different."

"I think this difference can be quantified," Lin En said. "Based on the degree of a wizard's most sophisticated magic, we can preliminarily measure his level and roughly divide the levels of magic."

"This is a very complicated task. Have you completed the classification of magic levels?" Professor Flitwick stood up excitedly and asked with interest.

"It's just a crude prototype, Professor Flitwick." Lynn smiled and shook his head. "It's far from being complete, but it's still appropriate to use it here."

Then he raised his head and pointed his wand at a target.

"The flames are blazing."

A fist-sized fireball flew out of the wand and hit the bull's eye squarely, but without leaving any trace.

A striking “1” appears on the sign above the target.

"This is the first level of magic, the beginner." Lin En looked around. "The common magic you learned in the lower grades will remain at this level for quite a while without special training - it can be used, but only to a limited extent, and may fail. At this stage, you need to learn more runes and read more literature."

The little wizards below the third grade began to whisper to each other, and some even quietly cast spells towards the sky and compared them with each other.

Facts have also proved that although their fireballs are different, their sizes fluctuate around the sample given by Lin En.

Harry didn't cast the spell like his friends, but he practiced it in his mind a few times and got it pretty close.

The Fire Spell was an everyday spell that he had learned but rarely used.

Thinking of the few spells he was relatively proficient in, he stared at Lin En and waited for explanation.

"From beginner to master, one needs standardized movements, accurate pronunciation of spells, and sufficient mobilization of magic power."

He raised the wand that he had just put down again and aimed at another target. "With more practice, this spell will become less awkward and more effective. Blazing fire!"

The fireball grew from a fist to the size of a football, and its speed became much faster. It exploded at the center of the target with a bang.

This time, a faint black mark was left, which quickly disappeared, and the number on the sign changed to "2".

"This is the second level, mastery. Most OWLs candidates are good at spells at this level. If you are lucky enough to catch the test, you will get a good grade, right, Professor Flitwick?" Lynn lowered his head and asked Flitwick.

"That's right, Lynn," said Flitwick. "Precise control. Just the right amount."

"Compared to a master of spells like you, I am still far behind."

Lynn said modestly, waving his hand and drawing a circle in the air with his wand, and continued his explanation with a hint of flattery.

"From mastery to proficiency, you need some methods, such as casting speed and the use of magic power. If you choose Professor Flitwick's advanced class, you will learn these. From this stage on, you will be able to come into contact with rune magic on runes."

As he spoke, another fire spell shot into the air and landed on the target.

This time it was no longer a fireball, but a thick stream of fire, which continuously burned the target of unknown material. It took a while before it gradually went out, leaving behind a large gray-black scorch mark.

The three targets are placed side by side, creating a sharp contrast.

"Is this... level three?"

Cedric was a little surprised, his fire spell was at this level and it was already one of his better spells.

Lynn was also paying attention to this Hufflepuff with the greatest potential, and said encouragingly, "When we can demonstrate the state that a spell should theoretically reach, it means that you are already proficient in using it, at the NEWT level. If anyone can do this before the fourth year, they will have a bright future. I will be happy to teach you some advanced techniques."

At this point, he looked around meaningfully and said, "By the way, if anyone's Disarming Spell, Stunning Spell or other dueling magic is at this level, then congratulations, you can apply to be a striker. If you're lucky, you may even be able to participate in Auror training."

Hearing this, the eyes of many young wizards in the audience lit up, especially Andrew Travers.

He had always hoped to work in the Law Enforcement Department or the Auror Office and carry on the family legacy.

But Lynn's next words poured cold water on him.

He said in a deep voice: "Participating in the training is just the beginning. To become a qualified Auror, this level is not enough. You need to have at least one or two combat magics that reach a higher level."

He thought of the two Russian Aurors he defeated easily. They both had their strengths, but they didn't have time to display them.

Andrew hurriedly asked: "What level is it, professor?"

"It takes hard work and skill, and sometimes a bit of inspiration, Mr. Travers." Lynn looked over with a smile, his hands moving without slowing down at all, and cast another fire spell.

It looks no different from the last time, yet it seems like a world of difference.

The raging fire was raging in the air. There was nothing special about it at first, but when it accumulated to a certain level, it seemed to suddenly come to life and began to move flexibly.

Under Lin En's control, it flew past everyone's eyes, only a dozen centimeters away at the closest, causing bursts of screams.

But after the panic, the little wizards came to their senses and found that there was no scorching heat, only a slight warmth.

Even the heat of the flame was controlled just right.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the fire snake flying around the field slammed heavily into the target.

"Click——"

The slight noise was keenly picked up by several young wizards with sharp ears. After careful observation, they saw an inconspicuous crack on the target that was slowly healing, and a striking "4" on the sign.

"With this level, you can say that you are good at this spell and are a little expert." Lin En's explanation came at the right time, with a hint of joking, "This is not only the accumulation of quantitative changes, but also the addition of your own understanding. A good wizard must control rather than cast magic. This is the first step."

"Control... magic?" Percy murmured. This was something he had practiced hard for a whole summer but still hadn't figured out.

"That's right, Percy and Andrew. You need to master your own magic and refine the details to make it more sophisticated until it bears your own mark. Not only do you need to practice hard, but you also need to experience it."

Lynn pointed to his chest and head meaningfully and gave some advice.

"At this point, casting spells without a wand or spells will be a piece of cake. You can even learn some difficult magic, such as Advanced Transfiguration Spell and Ultimate Armor Spell. If you want to use rune magic without runes, this is the basics for getting started. I hope someone can achieve this."

While patiently guiding them, he constantly aroused the students' interest and expectations.

"There is only a fourth level for Auror? Is this just the entry-level foundation? Then what will be higher?" A seventh-year Ravenclaw's eyes were full of confusion.

He expressed the thoughts of many people.

"It's too early for you to learn higher levels, but... maybe we'll be exposed to some in the advanced class? It would be fine if someone has mastered fourth-level magic."

Lynn threw out a bait that was hard to refuse.

All of a sudden, the students who had scored E or above in the Ancient Runes OWLs exam burst into cheers, while those who had failed to meet the standard were dejected.

Some are happy, some are sad. In this large class open to all students in the school, the sense of disparity is vividly reflected.

"I think... you don't have to worry so much. I didn't tell you the admissions criteria for this year."

After waiting for the emotions to ferment to a certain extent, Lin En deliberately dragged out the ending of the sentence and said teasingly.

Before he finished speaking, expectant eyes gathered around him, including some top students from lower grades.

The effect of this open class was better than he had expected.

Chapter 23 Alchemical Items - Floating Cannon

"If you want to get in touch with higher-level magic, or learn more profound runes, there are two ways in my class."

Holding up two fingers, Lynn's voice became more and more seductive.

"The first one is naturally getting an E or higher in OWLs. This is something that Professor Babel and I agree on. It's a reward for young wizards who study hard. Even if their magic level is not high, I will do my best to teach them. This is my promise."

"As for the second one," Lynn slowed down his tone, waved his wand, and the target fell to the ground, "First, prove your level."

Four eye-catching numbers are still on the sign, but more targets are blank.

Lynn tapped lightly, and all the targets returned to their original state.

"Don't think it can only measure power. You can try other spells as well. If you master three level three or above spells, you can apply to me to join the advanced class. Then write a reading report in the field of magic, and we will make a comprehensive judgment."

"These targets are placed in the magic classroom. There is no need to worry about damage. If someone can really destroy it, they can advance directly. Lower grades who meet the requirements and get a letter of recommendation from the dean can audit the class."

"What about the seventh grade, professor?" Boyce asked with a smile.

"Do you want to take an age-enhancing potion or skip a grade? This is a topic that Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey would be very interested in discussing with you."

Giving him a sly look, Lynn turned her head and said loudly, "Seventh-year students are very lucky. Professor McGonagall has discussed with me and Professor Babel about relaxing the NEWTs registration criteria, and we also think this is feasible."

"So, if you meet my other requirements for the advanced class, you will need to submit an ancient magic paper with all the course books within this week. We will make a judgment based on the paper and your magic level. But the number of places is limited."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of flipping pages of books could be heard.

Many of the seventh-grade students present were probably showing such interest in magic textbooks and dictionaries for the first time.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see the potential of this subject and its role in future career choices and personal growth.

“Don’t rush to read, there’s plenty of time.” Satisfied with the effect, Lynn raised the volume slightly and said, “Did I not say the presentation was over?”

"!"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

They thought that was all the course had to offer, but they didn’t expect there was something more.

A full sense of anticipation immediately filled my heart.

Even McGonagall and Flitwick were a little surprised. They looked at the clock on the wall and secretly guessed Lynn's intention.

Only Luna looked down at the metal ball on her chest, thoughtful.

Lin En didn't intend to keep it a secret, and said straightforwardly:

"I said before that rune magic is very difficult. Even the best students have to put in a lot of effort. Many people may not be able to use magic without runes until graduation."

He had no scruples about laying the reality before everyone’s eyes.

But then, he changed the subject and said briskly: "So, in order for you to learn the practical significance of this magic as quickly as possible, I will provide a new prop in class."

Before he finished his words, the wand was already suspended in front of him, and he lightly raised it upwards.

The metal ball floating next to Lynn began to slowly circle.

Only then did the young wizards notice that each metal ball was similar to Luna's reward.

At the same time, the floor of the auditorium began to rise, turning into a dozen neatly arranged platforms, each about one meter high.

The target also falls on it accordingly.

The ball hovering in the air began to accelerate and flew in all directions.

The black round hole was aimed at the target on the platform.

"Whoosh-"

Uniform silver light shot out and hit the bull's eye.

As the frost spread, numbers appeared on the display, half were 1 and half were 2.

"!"

The little wizards were getting agitated, but the ball's show wasn't over yet.

In a flash, the hovering metal ball turned into a rotating object and flew at high speed again, but the round hole was still aiming at the target it had hit before.