Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Are you willing to teach me?!" Doris jumped up, not even caring about playing with the special floating cannon she had snatched from Boyce.

“I can’t say I’m teaching you, Doris.” Lin En turned around with a smile and looked at his favorite student. “You’re actually just missing that last bit of inspiration. Besides, your creativity itself is not weaker than level 5 magic—but it can be even stronger after you fully understand what the transformation of magic is.”

He drew out his wand and waved it lightly. The tightly closed door opened instantly, and the cold air in the corridor immediately poured in.

"Let's go, to the Room of Requirement."

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Meanwhile, the Shrieking Shack.

Sirius, dressed in his old robes, was ready, and Lupin stood with him.

"Eric's judgment was really accurate. Those brainless black monsters are gone."

"Maybe he had a plan in mind," Lupin said. "I don't think he's as simple as he looks."

"It doesn't matter what his plan is, as long as I can kill that beast Peter with my own hands." Sirius smiled grimly, the murderous intent in his eyes so thick that it could not be dispelled.

"Well, be careful, follow the route strictly, and don't make any trouble - you know your limits, right?"

"Of course! I'm leaving!"

The fluctuation of magic power was fleeting, and the dark fierce dog rushed into the passage like a beast out of a cage, galloping into the rain.

Even the Whomping Willow was languid in the rain, and no one noticed that such a sturdy black dog had entered the school and walked along the stairs and corridors to the Gryffindor common room with ease.

When he stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, he had turned back into the gloomy middle-aged wizard.

"Password."

The lazy fat lady was obviously not awake yet. She asked while dozing off with her eyes still closed.

"Open the door."

"?"

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the fat lady felt inexplicably cold. She opened her eyes and met the sunken eye sockets and murderous gaze.

"!"

"B…BLACK!!!!!!"

The silver dagger slashed down from above, and with a "swish" sound, the portrait was completely cut in half.

The Fat Lady showed perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime agility and escaped to the adjacent portrait in the nick of time.

The shrill screams echoed throughout the castle. After many years, Blake's name resounded throughout the campus again.

But Sirius was unmoved, he simply placed his palm on the broken portrait, and magic power gushed out.

"boom--"

The already dilapidated portrait was instantly reduced to almost charred remains, and one could even faintly hear the fearful and trembling voice of the little wizard hiding in the back - the lounge was not empty at this time, there were still students who had not gone to watch the game.

Sirius's mouth curled into a weird smile.

The blood-red ink spread out from his fingertips, and large dark red characters appeared on the smooth wall, carrying an aura of magic, as if branded on it.

A cold breath spread in the castle, spreading a chilling terror.

When Flitwick, who was on duty in the castle, received the message and rushed over, Sirius had already disappeared, leaving only a line of big words on the wall.

[Peter Pettigrew, you can't escape! ]

Every letter seemed to be soaked in blood, stained by the hatred that penetrated the text and reached the heart. Even Flitwick, who had experienced many battles in his youth, felt a chill down his spine.

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[The more Dementors there are, the harder it is to deal with them]

This is what Professor Eric and Ms. Fox emphasized during the first Duel Club event of the new semester.

Harry at the time hadn't been able to fully understand it, until now he was facing dozens and hundreds of Dementors in person.

“Hoo…Hoo-God Guardian!”

He tried hard to search for his happy memories and waved his wand vigorously, but could only release white mist which was better than nothing.

The Dementors swooping down from the sky were like the embodiment of a nightmare, digging out memories from deep within his soul.

He heard the voices of his parents as they died, the only memory he had of them as a baby.

The broom beneath him gradually loosened, as if it had lost its solid touch. He was dragged into a dark abyss and could only hear the whistling wind and the sound of rain.

He seemed to be floating upwards.

But he was actually falling.

In a trance, he saw pure silver-white.

And a distant voice calling:

"Expecto Patronus! Harry, hold on! Madam Hooch! The game is suspended! It's the Dementors!"

It's Cedric.

Harry only had time to have this thought before the whole world was completely enveloped in darkness.

Chapter 278: A Master of Taking Advantage of the Issue

"Get out!——"

In the center of the stands, Dumbledore, who was watching the game in person, stood up suddenly, and his heavy roar was like the roar of a lion.

The young wizards who noticed all this were sure that they had never seen their headmaster so angry.

The huge Phoenix Patronus rose into the sky, dashing straight into the dark clouds in the sky, rushing past the swans that were no longer able to hold on, and like a heavy tank it rushed into the crowd, smashing the rampaging Dementors into pieces.

Cedric, who saw this scene up close, didn't even have time to feel relieved, he was just extremely shocked.

He suddenly realized that the patronus that Lynn mentioned "destroys Dementors into ashes" was not an exaggeration, but a literal meaning.

The black monsters floating in the wind and rain, as well as the tattered black cloth-like substances on their bodies, were like fine sand on the fingertips, and disappeared under the impact of the guardian god.

After just one encounter, their number was reduced by at least a quarter, and the remaining ones scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

Even so, Dumbledore, who was still furious and had already rushed directly from the stands to the stadium, still had no intention of letting them go. The phoenix soaring in the sky was still charging and killing mercilessly, and killed more than a dozen Dementors before he called off the attack.

At this time, Cedric, who was descending rapidly, finally returned to the ground with the unconscious Harry, and the golfers in the sky had not even fully understood what was going on.

"What on earth happened?!" Wood asked loudly outside the Gryffindor goal, but his voice was washed away by the wind and rain.

Just as a chaotic discussion was coming from the stands and the stadium, Professor McGonagall also walked down from the stands, followed by the breathless Professor Flitwick. Both professors looked very unhappy, so much so that Sprout, who was among the Hufflepuff crowd, also noticed something was wrong.

But no matter what, the game came to an abrupt end.

And it goes far beyond that.

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Harry woke up in a hospital bed.

Madam Pomfrey had helped him change into a dry hospital gown, and there was a steaming glass of sugar water and a few pieces of chocolate on the bedside table.

The only ones still staying by the bed were his two good friends who looked like they had just emerged from a swimming pool.

According to them, the game was interrupted due to the attack and everyone else had been taken to the auditorium by the professors.

Harry shook his dizzy head and sat up straight, then saw the poor broomstick with only a dozen pieces of wood and twigs left beside the bed.

"This is……?"

He had already guessed it, but still didn't want to accept the reality.

"After you fell, the Dementors were still chasing you. Cedric only had time to hold you, and the broom..." Ron looked embarrassed.

"The broom hit the Whomping Willow." Hermione looked at him worriedly. "You know, that tree has a very violent temper. The professors took a lot of effort to bring the pieces back - they are very busy now."

Harry felt like he had lost all his strength, as if he had lost a loyal friend.

He silently hugged these companions who had fought side by side with him for a long time, and spoke after a while: "You said that everyone else went to the auditorium. What happened?"

"Xiaotian——"

"Where's Harry? Is he awake?"

Just as Hermione was about to speak, she heard Professor Lupin's voice. She turned around and saw him walking towards her quickly with an anxious look on his face.

"Thank God, you're okay." Seeing that Harry was safe and sound, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sat on the adjacent bed. "Principal Dumbledore asked me to come to the school hospital to protect you around the clock."

"Protect me? But I'm not seriously injured." Harry was confused. It was the first time he heard that a professor needed protection even when he was in the hospital.

"It's not your health problem. Madam Pomfrey will take good care of you. I am only responsible for protecting you and other students in the school hospital." Lupin shook his head and exchanged glances with Hermione and Ron. "It seems that they haven't told you that Sirius Black appeared. While you were playing, he went to the Gryffindor common room and destroyed the portrait of the Fat Lady."

"...?"

Harry opened his eyes wide and looked up at the white ceiling.

He just felt that the day was terrible.

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At the same time, flames shot up into the sky from the Wishes-Granting House.

Doris was still repeatedly experiencing the magic that Lynn showed her and comparing it with her own magic.

After spending a long time trying to figure out the trick, she put down her wand, turned around and asked, "Professor, I still don't quite understand. I've clearly controlled the flame very carefully."

“Control and rewriting are two levels. There is no problem with your control, but it is only external. You have to work from the outside in.” Lynn seemed to be in a good mood. He sat aside with his legs crossed, drinking coffee and giving some advice.

Doris seemed to understand, but this was normal - she was quite fast. After all, she had mastered the simple fusion of modern magic and Rune magic, and had one foot already stepped into a higher level. Bill was stuck here for a long time back then.

Changing the form of magic is already an extremely advanced skill. Looking at the wizarding world, it is already the exclusive domain of very few experts. Changing the nature of things at a higher level is even rarer.

Her talent is self-evident as she can touch its boundaries at the age of seventeen.

But just as she was about to regroup and rehearse again, the door of the Room of Requirement suddenly opened.

Percy walked in with a hurried look on his face.

"Professor, Doris, I knew you were here." He said breathlessly, "The headmaster asked me to find you and ask you to go to his office and take Doris to the Great Hall. Sirius Black showed up and left a message outside our common room."

"Hmm?" Lin En frowned. "I'll take you to the auditorium first and then go over. What did he leave?"

"What he wrote on the wall was 'Peter Pettigrew, you can't escape!', and it can't be erased." Percy was a little nervous.

"Don't worry, Percy. Even if he really comes, the professor can send him back to Azkaban!" Doris patted his shoulder carelessly. "You just think too much. This is Hogwarts!"

Her rapid progress in magic practice gave her confidence and also infected the more thoughtful Percy.

He nodded imperceptibly and left with the two men who had finished their training, leaving only a few embers that disappeared into the ancient art of transfiguration.

In the hall, they saw a scene that had not been seen in Hogwarts for many years—all the young wizards gathered together, and all the professors were out in full force to maintain order.

All students must remain here for protection until the risk is eliminated.

Lynn exchanged a glance with McGonagall from a distance, and left quietly after getting permission. He had already guessed the expressions of Dumbledore and Fudge at the moment, which must be very exciting.

"He's a master at taking advantage of an issue, Minister." On the empty staircase, Lin En whispered to himself, "You deserve this bad luck to have offended such an old fox."

The hideous and ferocious stone beast was not far away. When it saw him, it consciously made way, revealing the gate.

Fudge, who was sweating all over, and Dumbledore, who was still furious, were talking in the room - to be precise, Dumbledore was lecturing Fudge as if he was scolding a student.

"Cornelly, if the Ministry of Magic cannot ensure these dangerous creatures are kept away from students, I will have to resort to my own means to do so."

As soon as Lin En opened the door, he heard Dumbledore's unquestionable majestic voice. He rolled his eyes and said in a respectful tone: "Principal, do you have something to talk to me about?"

He clearly felt Fudge's body, which was facing away from him, tremble violently for a moment before returning to calm.

"You're here at the right time, Lynn." Dumbledore didn't look at him, but continued to stare at Fudge. "Just over half an hour ago, the Dementors that were supposed to guard the entrances to the school left their post and released Sirius Black into the school. Then they appeared on the playground and hurt Harry."

"This really... shocked me."

Lynn said slowly, walking over to Fudge and sitting in the other chair.

Fudge had a bad feeling.

He knew very well what kind of "opponent" he was facing.