Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

A raging heat wave suddenly hit.

This time it's the Rune of Fire.

The ice surface that had just frozen melted immediately, and hot steam came out.

The numbers also changed, becoming exactly the opposite of the previous power.

The precise power changes and mobile shooting drew cheers, but that was not the end.

After the attack, the balls, still warm, began to dive and landed steadily on their respective attack platforms without making any sound.

Amidst the astonished gazes, Lynn stepped forward, picked one at random, and tapped his wand.

A shocking scene occurred.

The silver metal began to dissolve, and in just a moment it almost turned into liquid, making it difficult to recognize its original appearance, but it was as lively as life.

"What kind of look do you want to see? How about a robot?" Lynn tapped lightly with interest.

With heavy armor, tough lines, and a small size, it looks very stylish.

After a few breaths, a robot about twenty centimeters tall came into view.

Uncontrollable shouts came from all around, mainly from Gryffindor.

Handsome robots are always the favorites of many boys who love adventure.

Even wizards are sometimes not immune to this.

"If you don't like it, you can change it, for example... a rabbit."

Lynn doesn't intend to play favorites.

With the faint glow of magic, the iron man that had just taken shape turned back into a sphere and began to transform again.

Soon, a lifelike rabbit squatted on the platform.

Compared to robots with a tough guy temperament, the little rabbit is obviously cute. Not only does it have delicate facial features, but even its fur is meticulously crafted.

At this time, the little witches were filled with joy. They stood up from their seats, looked forward, stared at the tiny and exquisite metal rabbit, and marveled at it.

Although such small objects are common in Transfiguration classes, they are obviously very different.

The product of transfiguration will never have the ability to release rune magic.

"This is a creation of alchemy. I designed it when I was studying with a senior. We named it [Automatic Repairing Floating Gun]. But it has many forms. As long as you master the art of transformation, you can move it as you wish. However, some shapes will affect mobility and stability."

The sphere rose into the air and flew towards the little wizards under their eager gazes, constantly changing its appearance.

"This contains a weakened rune. It is not very powerful and easy to manipulate." Lin En put away the wand neatly and explained with a smile, "But I hope everyone remembers that although it can be transformed into interesting forms, it is not a toy or teaching aid - although it is indeed more fun."

He spoke calmly, but the audience was unprecedentedly enthusiastic.

The whole auditorium was instantly boiling.

Although this alchemical item equipped with magical rune magic is not very powerful, it is very attractive to the little wizard.

Its plasticity allows it to be branded with the owner's mark at any time, making it unique.

Many young Muggle-born wizards have become aware of the true identities of some of the images - the cartoon characters and super robots that were all the rage in the Muggle world.

The auditorium was instantly in an uproar as they whispered their stories.

If the dean hadn't been there, Lin En would have even suspected that he would be robbed based on the appearance of the little lions.

Even with Mag in charge, the situation was no better, and the shouts were getting louder and louder.

At least there shouldn't be any problem with my enthusiasm for learning...

Thinking of this, Lin En quickly took them away from the wolf-like little wizards, looked at Professor Babel who was laughing happily in the corner, and spoke loudly:

"Be patient. You will have the opportunity to experience it in the practical class, and...if your performance is good enough, it is not impossible to reward you, just like Miss Lovegood did. In addition, I will continue to improve the design and install more rune magic in the future. If you exceed my expectations, you may see a more powerful model."

Lynn threw out the bait again, giving an attractive hope.

"That's all for my explanation. Now, please allow Professor Barbling to introduce the theoretical course. The performance of the theoretical course and Professor Barbling's comments are important references. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Half jokingly and half seriously, Lynn raised his wand and pointed at a few famous troublemakers. He walked to Professor Babel and made an inviting gesture.

A few minutes later, Professor Barbling received the warmest reception she had ever received as an elective course professor.

Chapter 24 Dumbledore's Test and Heart-to-Heart Confession (Please Read!)

Lynn underestimated the influence of these sophisticated alchemical props on young wizards.

Although they didn't know what the "floating cannon" was, they could see the magical and interesting transformations, and also saw the astonishing salvos of magic spells.

No matter what Lynn thought, they all felt that this was a super puppet that could transform.

The heated discussion continued until dinner, with almost no other topics to talk about at the four long tables.

In the professor's seat, Lynn sat with McGonagall and Flitwick. The two professors were in a good mood.

Just one week into the new semester, the two former teachers had already gotten a glimpse of Lynn's level of magic.

This student who had been away from school for many years was no longer simply a person of great magical powers, but had grown into a true all-rounder.

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At the Gryffindor table, the trio sat together, but their states were very different.

Hermione kept holding the textbook full of annotations while eating, and had no intention of participating in the conversation at all.

Ron and Harry waved their knives and forks while imagining the various uses of this ever-changing prop.

Although the fate has not yet been decided.

From teaching Malfoy a lesson, to burning Snape's robes, and even thinking of putting together a complete set, using Transfiguration and spells to learn a wonderful and exciting game of "Real Wizard Chess".

The kind that can breathe both fire and ice.

The two little guys became more and more excited as they talked, and they didn’t even notice that the food was almost getting cold.

Their excitement soon infected the people around them. More and more little lions gathered, finally alarming Hermione.

Scratching her fluffy hair in annoyance, Hermione glared at the people who were making trouble and scared them away. She said unceremoniously, "If you just dream about it and don't take action, you will definitely not get it in the end."

“I… oh!”

Ron wanted to retort, but he swallowed the words back, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

Thinking of my illiterate academic performance, the grilled lamb chops in my mouth tasted like chewing wax.

Harry was not shocked, and was still very excited. He drank pumpkin porridge while thinking secretly.

Today's class made him more interested in ancient magic, and he even had the urge to study with Hermione - although it quickly dissipated.

Rather than theory, he is better at understanding things through practice.

Thinking that there was only one practical class every three weeks, he became a little impatient and looked towards the professor's seat.

He saw Lockhart and Snape with livid faces, and felt secretly happy.

He saw Professor Sprout, who looked exhausted, again. She strode up to Professor Eric and joined the conversation with a smile.

He was sure he could count on one hand the number of times Professor McGonagall had laughed so hard.

Professor Dumbledore also arrived early, which was rare. He walked directly to Professor Eric and said something to him, but everyone around him seemed very happy.

Professor Eric is really popular... He thought so and picked up a piece of tender roast beef and put it into his mouth.

The level of roasting at Hogwarts has improved recently.

Feeling the fresh and tender taste, he felt better and didn't even notice Dumbledore and Lynn leaving together.

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A few minutes later, in the principal's office.

As soon as he entered the room, Lin En took the wine from the cabinet and poured it for himself without any hesitation, which made the former principals' eyes widen.

He had asked Hagrid earlier, and the unfinished bottle of wine must be here.

Sitting down and drinking, Lin En praised his own reasoning ability.

Dumbledore had a complicated expression: "How did you find it?"

"The connection between wine tasters and good wine." Lynn said nonsense in a serious tone.

"..."

Dumbledore was silent.

He suddenly remembered that it had been many years since any wizard had faced him with such an attitude - since he defeated Grindelwald.

There was a vague sense of fear and distance, as well as a teacher-student relationship, and the kind of equal interaction that he liked very much but rarely had the opportunity to have.

This state... makes people miss it.

"Principal, you specifically asked me to come here. Is there something you must discuss alone? Or are you simply bored and want to stare at me?"

Just as Dumbledore was daydreaming, Lynn had put down his empty wine glass and asked in surprise.

"Sorry, I was distracted. It's easy to get distracted when you get older." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, sighing, "We haven't sat here together for many years, right?"

"Since I almost burned the portrait of Principal Black." Lynn said lightly, "It's still so foggy here... Did you just look at someone's memory?"

"I just used the Pensieve," Dumbledore admitted frankly, "and read a passage of my own memory. At my age, some memories should be cleared in time to avoid being troubled."

"You are not old at all." Lin En said, "Especially when you cast a spell, your demeanor remains the same as before."

"After all, a wizard's magic power will only grow with time, but the decline of body and soul is inevitable. When it comes to dueling, I am no longer as good as I was twenty years ago. You are still young, and you will understand it in the future."

It sounded like a casual chat between friends, but also like an elder imparting life experience. The old man's eyes were calm and his true intentions could not be seen.

"Are you interested in taking a look at that memory together?"

He extended an invitation that took Lynn by surprise.

But Lynn just shook her head.

"I don't like to pry into other people's past. You can be more direct. There doesn't need to be too much preparation between us."

"I see..." Dumbledore looked very regretful. "Then I will get straight to the point. What do you think of Gellert? I know you went to Nurmengard three years ago and he admired you very much."

"A tricky question. I know very well the love-hate relationship between you two that spans nearly a hundred years. You go there once a month now, right?"

Lin En was a little surprised at first, then he smiled mischievously, with amusement and teasing in his eyes.

But seeing Dumbledore's calm expression, he still gave his answer in a serious tone:

"Gellert Grindelwald is a brilliant leader, the most outstanding master of the dark arts of our time, and a fanatical wizard supremacist. To sum it up - he is an idealistic madman."

"An idealistic madman...very insightful. Have you seen him when he was young?" Dumbledore's eyes were full of emotion.

Without waiting for Lin En to reply, he continued, "At that time, he conquered the old wand and established the Witch Party. It was a turbulent time. Wizards across Europe either worshipped him as a god or regarded him as a demon... You should know his plan."

"Of course, to be exact, it was your previous plan." Lynn nodded. "Principal, you believe in the order of wizards and respect love and destiny. This is your biggest difference. I am different from both of you. I value human dignity and free development more, regardless of wizards or Muggles. To paraphrase what you often say, this is the 'greater interest' in my eyes."

He no longer used honorifics, but looked at her frankly and spoke without hesitation.

He glanced at Dumbledore's desk, where his books were placed. They looked like they had been flipped through not long ago and there were traces of annotations on them.

"I know what you mean, Lynn. And I don't disagree with your point of view, it's just that it's difficult for me to accept such new things at my age."

Dumbledore placed the Elder Wand on the table. The dark green elder wood had a gorgeous shape and exuded infinite appeal.

It was the breath of fate, death and power.

"You never seem to be interested in the Deathly Hallows. Why? I'm curious."

The blue eyes are exceptionally deep, like the vast ocean, full of wisdom.

"Gettler, Tom, and I all became anxious after we were full of vigor and vitality when we were young. There are few people around us now, and we can't see the end of the road ahead. Do you still remember yourself when you just graduated?"

Dumbledore's eyes showed exploration and scrutiny. This was the most important question for him tonight.

"Of course I remember, Principal, and I miss you very much." Lin En said calmly, "But I won't be anxious. Because I know the path taken by my predecessors, and I believe I can make it through."

"...I always thought you were as good as Tom." Dumbledore was stunned and reached out to straighten his half-moon glasses. "Now it seems that Horace is more accurate - he always judges people accurately."

“With the greatest white wizard as a reference and blocking that person, I can be organized.” Lin En said sincerely, “If not, it is hard for me to imagine what I would do - but there are no ifs in history.”

This is not a compliment, but a fact.