Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He was still gentle and kind to everyone, and he didn't neglect his studies, but his face was a little pale, and he occasionally gave off a minty smell - it must be some kind of potion.

While tutoring her, Lin En couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Greengrass, how is your recovery going?"

"Well... it's nothing serious. It's just that the potion Professor Snape gave me is a bit bitter and spicy. It's not very tasty." The little witch put down the rune metal plate in her hand and said with a bitter face.

"Potions that are effective are always not very tasty. You have to be patient." Lynn said with a smile, "Professor Snape is a master of potions. The potion he personally makes for you must be very effective."

"Okay, Professor."

"Have you ever been in a situation like Friday before?"

"There have been quite a few times. It should be since... since I was five years old!" Astoria counted on her fingers and gave the answer after thinking hard.

This age made Lynn's heart sink - it was earlier than he expected, which meant that the magic in his blood was stronger, and the potential damage would be heavier and more difficult to repair. Perhaps Snape saw this and took drastic measures.

The seriousness on his face made the considerate girl feel a little pressured.

"Professor, don't worry. Many of our ancestors were like this." She comforted him, "Don't pure-blood wizards naturally have such abilities? My father has told me many times that this is my responsibility and my honor, isn't it?"

Her tone was so matter-of-fact, completely different from most of the teenage pure-blood wizards that Draco, Pansy, Daphne and Lynn had met - gentle and considerate, yet with a clear belief in the supremacy of pure-bloods.

The two seemingly incompatible concepts blend well and gently in her, so well that she may not even notice it.

Lynn thought for a moment and said, "This is not your bloodline, Miss Greengrass, but it's a good thing that you can keep this mentality. If one day you think you need help, you can always come to me. This promise is always valid."

"Thank you, Professor. I will seriously consider it." Astoria smiled gently. "My mother also hopes that I can ask you more questions. I will have to bother you more often in the future. I am very happy to be your student."

"I am also happy to have a smart student like you. Let's continue with the content of the last lesson. Rune's magic nodes are actually accidental creations of ancient wizards when they were exploring magic configurations. You can open the textbook first, and then accept this book for reference. It can also be regarded as a gift from me to wish you recovery in advance and a prize to celebrate your good grades."

Lynn looked into the little witch's eyes, raised his hand, and a brand new magic book flew from the bookshelf.

This is his new book that was published not long ago, and it is also an extracurricular reading item that he planned to promote on a small scale after Christmas.

The book records many cases of ancient wizards practicing Rune magic, including the sources of many elements of modern Rune magic.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a road paved with the blood of generations of wizards.

The young girl was obviously not yet at the stage where she could understand such profound things. She just happily accepted the gift and listened carefully to the individual tutoring from Lynn - this was a rare opportunity.

Chapter 266: Marauder's Map and Plunderers (Happy Chinese New Year! Happy Year of the Dragon!)

Astoria's blood curse incident ended quietly.

No one knew about it except for a few people involved, including Astoria's Slytherin roommate and most of the professors.

She attended classes and played with her classmates as usual, and made great progress in the practical experience of rune magic, showing much greater talent and diligence than her sister Daphne.

Other young wizards are also enjoying their campus life happily and fully, especially the rich duel club.

In one month, the four professors have made their own appearances, showing completely different styles.

Snape's decisiveness, Flitwick's ease and composure, and Lupin's calmness and steadiness all made the young wizards feel that they had gained a lot.

But the class that really brought them the most surprises was Lynn's class. In his second class, he invited another partner, who was also an old acquaintance of most of the young wizards, Inès, who returned to Hogwarts from South America.

If the patronus symbolizes light, then the curse is often considered to be darkness - this is actually a small prejudice.

Professor Garcia, who "returned temporarily", proved this to them through a three-hour class.

He also inspected his successor and returned with the crown in satisfaction.

She wants to use the magic on it to help her complete an important experiment before the Halloween stargazers' gathering.

It seemed that she had completely stepped into the role of the head of the curse research team, and her progress was smoother than that of Regulus, who was still in the initial exploratory stage, and Alex and others who were stuck at a critical stage. This was obviously a happy thing.

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After entering October, Harry also became busy.

Quidditch Captain Oliver Wood is in his seventh year and his desire for the Quidditch Cup has reached its peak.

Rain or shine, they train every Wednesday and weekend until curfew.

Covered in mud, they were pursuing the glittering silver trophy. At least this year, no one had tried harder than them, including the Hufflepuff team, which was known for its diligence.

The most direct result is that Harry's ranking on the metal plate has been falling, and he is about to fall out of the top ten.

After a day of training, he returned to the common room, feeling stiff from the autumn wind, and was confused by a lively chattering discussion.

"Ron, what happened?" He looked at his friend sitting in the corner in confusion.

Ron was busy checking with Hermione for answers about a star map for astronomy class.

Hearing Harry's question, he stood up and walked to the notice board, pointing to the new notice on it and said, "The first Hogsmeade weekend of the year has been set. It will be at the end of the month."

"Oh... I probably can't go." Harry threw himself into the armchair dejectedly, "I didn't get the signature."

"We can't leave you alone, can we?" said Ron. "We can go find Mc… Hey! Leave Scabbers alone!"

He saw to his horror that Crookshanks was lying on his schoolbag, with his four claws dug deep into the bag and tearing it apart desperately.

He heard the terrified cry of his pet mouse and rushed over to try to pull the flat-faced cat off the bag.

The already bustling and noisy lounge suddenly became chaotic.

At the same time, in Lynn's office, Fred and George, who had just finished training, sat opposite him.

The two brothers spread out the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear,"

"I have no good intentions."

The two wands touched the blank parchment at the same time. The next moment, ink lines began to spread, crisscrossing and extending to every corner of the parchment, revealing several lines of large green characters in cursive script.

[Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs]

[Specially presented to you gentlemen who are dedicated to helping magic prank makers]

【Marauder's Map】

When the font converged, a map showing almost all the details of Hogwarts Castle appeared in front of Lynn. Countless small black dots moved on it, and next to it were tiny English fonts that were absolutely unnoticeable if you didn't look carefully - those were the names of the people corresponding to each black dot.

"Uncle Eric, as you instructed earlier, we stared at the Marauder's Map for a long time."

"And then there was a very strange name in the common room, but it wasn't Sirius Black."

As they talked, they simultaneously pointed their fingers towards the Gryffindor common room, where there were many black spots, most of which were moving very fast, and one of them was particularly fast.

"Peter Pettigrew."

"I can confirm that there is no such person."

There was a gleam of excitement in the eyes of the two young men, no doubt looking forward to the events they were involved in.

But Lynn just nodded calmly, pulled out his wand, and tapped it lightly.

"The prank is over."

The dense lines suddenly converged, and the map turned back into an ordinary piece of worn parchment.

"You have done a good job, Fred and George. I will keep this map for a while - until this matter is settled, then I will return it to you. Now you should go back and rest."

"Eh? Uncle Eric, we..."

"This person is not as simple as you think. I am responsible for your safety." Lynn interrupted with a smile, "As a thank you for your hard work, maybe you can join me next time when I teach alchemy to Hermione and Percy."

The exaggerated bitter face suddenly became sunny.

"I knew it!"

"Uncle Eric won't treat us badly!"

As for who this Mr. Pettigrew was, they had completely forgotten about it.

Anyway, there is no one that the omnipotent Uncle Eric can't deal with - so said the fearless twin brothers.

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After seeing off the overjoyed Weasley twins, Lynn sat alone at the desk, looking at the parchment thoughtfully.

He was very familiar with this thing. After all, when Snape and the four marauders were in school, this magic map had made the fight between them extremely intense.

However, ever since Filch confiscated it from the foursome, this map, which was full of fantastic ideas and could be called a beggar's version of the Sorting Hat, completely disappeared from his sight until the Weasley brothers stole it and fully developed it.

Under the dim light, he slowly raised his wand and tapped it on the parchment.

"James Potter, I know you have sensed something, come out and answer."

What responded to him was a line of cursive words full of sarcasm.

[Mr. Prongs advises you to put your wand away, because he is not one of those Slytherin cowards and will never fall for your tricks.]

"You're still as stupid as ever, Potter." Lynn said slowly, "Nito."

The bound rune lit up behind him, locking the ink stain that was about to spread, and seemed to lock time, except for the slightly trembling words left by James Potter.

What do you want to do, Eric?

"I wanted to tell you that although you have been dead for many years, your old friends have reunited in different identities."

Lynn's words seemed to touch the memories and thoughts preserved in the map.

The font began to change, and it took a long time for it to take shape.

He obviously has a lot of problems.

Chapter 267: Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot

The "big event" that Fred and George were expecting did not happen. When they woke up, Hogwarts was still calm.

This may even continue for several days.

This surprised the two curious brothers and prompted them to find Doris Foley, a senior student who had become their new friends and provided a huge boost to their "research plan".

With her help - or to be more precise, her good schoolmate Hermione's help - the secret of the name Peter Pettigrew was soon solved.

[Gryffindor graduate, hero who was killed while hunting down Sirius Black twelve years ago, posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class]

Looking at the several lines of fine words written in the book "Outstanding Wizards of the 20th Century", Hermione and the three people standing behind her were silent.

"Are you sure that the map you mentioned is correct?" Doris was skeptical. "Could someone have mistaken him for the dead one?"

"I don't think so, Doris." Hermione shook her head. "If that were the case, Professor Eric wouldn't say so. I suspect there are some problems here that haven't been recorded."

As she spoke, she closed the dusty book, put it back on the bookshelf, turned around, walked between the three people, and walked out of the library.

"Hermione?"

"Instead of wasting time wondering, why not go and ask him directly."

Her voice came from far away, making Fred and George look startled.

"Don't go, Hermione!"

"We can't let him know we're investigating—"

"bang"

The two brothers rushed forward in a hurry, and ended up bumping into someone at the corner.

Amid the dull sound of muscles colliding, the three of them fell into a heap, and Hermione and Doris hurried over.

"Professor Lupin, are you okay?" Hermione helped the haggard professor up and felt his physical weakness for the first time.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was not short, but he seemed to be very light. Although his complexion had improved a lot after more than a month, he was still very thin - so thin that one could clearly feel the bones in his arms.

"Nothing, thank you, Miss Granger." Lupin shook his head slowly and looked at Fred and George who were falling down. "Mr. Weasley, I remember that you are not allowed to chase and fight in the library, right? I'm afraid I have to deduct 10 points from Gryffindor."

"Sorry, Professor." Fred quickly admitted his mistake.

George echoed, "We didn't mean to do that."

"Okay... this won't happen again." Lupin seemed a little embarrassed, and after a while he said slowly, "Why are you so anxious that you don't even look at the road?"

"Professor, we want to ask Professor Eric for advice." Hermione stared at the two brothers with bitter faces and said softly, "It involves some knowledge of alchemy. We have some inspiration."

"I see, Professor Eric is indeed knowledgeable. I wish you all the best." Lupin nodded slightly and spoke very reasonably, just like he did in class.

The twins, as if they had been pardoned, quickly stood up and fled away. When they were about to leave, they happened to meet Madam Pince who had just finished packing up her books, and were hit twice by her feather duster.