Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Even though he disagreed with many of Dumbledore's actions and harbored resentment and fear, he was always respectful to his headmaster when it came to stopping Voldemort.

Dumbledore smiled a pleased smile, perhaps his most genuine moment of the night.

"Thank you for your recognition, Lynn. This is the happiest thing I have heard in recent years." He pushed the Elder Wand forward, "Only with enough wisdom and courage can one control death. I am old, and you are still young. Do you want to experience it?"

"I'm not determined, Headmaster. Don't tempt me with it." Lynn half-jokingly refused, but there was no sign of intention in his eyes. "Didn't you defeat Grindelwald with the Elder Wand back then?"

He drew his hawthorn wand.

"I trust my old friend more than the god of death."

Red sparks burst out from the tip of the staff; it was the phoenix feathers demonstrating.

Even in front of the Deathly Hallows, its pride remains undiminished.

On the wall, all the past principals were shocked.

They had never seen anyone treat the most powerful Deathly Hallows lightly or push each other away.

Forget about Dumbledore, he had already seen through the nature of death and reached the pinnacle of wizards.

They found it incredible that Lin En, who was at an age when he should be full of ambition, was also like this.

But the two ignored them and just smiled at each other.

"It's more important to the principal now, and I'm still young." There was more teasing in Lin En's eyes.

"Ha! Indeed, it would be a little more difficult to deal with Tom without it. I am old!"

Dumbledore's white beard trembled with uncontrollable laughter.

He found it difficult to describe his feelings.

He thought about testing this young man whom he had admired but could not understand for many years, because he knew that he had many hidden plans.

But when the conversation really started, he seemed to have forgotten his original intention and unconsciously revealed his true feelings.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that although the two had different positions, there was no fundamental contradiction.

That was enough for him.

Chapter 25: Broken Wand and Patronus

"…Steak turns into chocolate, how great! This old man will get diabetes sooner or later!"

Coming out of the principal's office and returning to his own lounge, Lynn looked at the chocolate frog that Dumbledore had stuffed into his mouth, thought about the unfinished steak on the table, and shrugged.

But after feeling his half-full stomach and thinking about the guests who would be arriving soon, he gave up the idea of ​​asking the house-elf to prepare a special meal for him and unwrapped the chocolate frog that looked like a calorie bomb.

"click"

A card fell out of the opened cardboard box.

【Albus Dumbledore】

Current Hogwarts Headmaster

【Recognized as the greatest wizard of our time】

【…】

Lynn rolled her eyes and turned the picture over. Dumbledore's face was facing Lynn, and his crooked long nose was very conspicuous when he smiled.

"Narcissistic old man... he definitely did it on purpose." He grinned, stuffed the picture card into the drawer, and bit off the head of the chocolate frog viciously.

The chocolate sweetness is a bit strong, even a bit cloying, but it’s okay when you’re hungry, with a light milky flavor.

After eating a chocolate frog, my rebellious stomach finally calmed down.

He took a bottle of almost non-alcoholic butterbeer from the cupboard, crossed his legs, sipped it while reading, and looked at the wall clock from time to time.

It's been quite a while since I sent out the paper airplane, so it should be about time.

"Ron, this kid won't be so procrastinating, right? It shouldn't be that serious..."

Chuckling to himself, he took another swig from the butterbeer at hand.

The taste of toffee mixed with a hint of alcohol spread in his mouth, making him feel comfortable even though he had only taken a few sips of brandy after talking to Dumbledore until his mouth was dry.

Everything is good except for the excess sugar and calories.

"dong dong dong"

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." With a wave of the magic wand, the bottle of wine disappeared and Lin En greeted loudly.

Speak of the devil, and here he appears. Outside the door is Ron, who has rushed over without stopping after receiving the news.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to ask: "Uncle Eric, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The loud voice frightened Mrs. Norris, who was walking in the corridor, so much that she trembled all over and ran away.

"Come and sit down." Lin En closed the door. "Mo Li sent me a letter asking me to discipline you for her. I'm free after class today. Tell me, what's going on?"

"Oh - don't!" Ron cried, "Mum has already sent me a Howler!"

Lynn was both angry and amused: "You also know that you are in trouble, right? Arthur will have to take the blame for you, Lucius Malfoy is watching him all day long."

"What should we do?" Ron realized the seriousness of the situation upon hearing Lucius' name, and asked anxiously, "Will he not do anything to Dad?"

"This is an adult matter, you don't need to think too much about it. What you need to do now is to learn from your mistakes. Next time you encounter such a thing, use your brain first and think about what to do reasonably. Do you understand?"

Lynn frowned, bent his finger and gave Ron a crisp slap on the head.

"Ouch!" Ron covered his forehead, which had already turned red. "I know, Uncle Eric..."

"That's good, the discipline ends here." Lynn smiled again and teased, "Percy will keep an eye on you anyway. You won't have many good days this year~"

"Percy again—" Ron wailed exaggeratedly.

"He should take care of you and Harry to stop you guys from making trouble." Lynn said, "Okay, take out the things."

"Thing? What?" Ron immediately stopped howling, his face full of confusion.

"Wand, are you really going to use magic tape for a year?" Lynn looked at him helplessly. He wondered if Ron, this sturdy guy, had traded his brains for it.

"Ah? Oh!" Ron suddenly realized, and quickly took out the twisted wand, and asked eagerly, "Can it really be fixed?"

"If it's Mr. Ollivander, it would be possible, but as for me..." Lynn deliberately prolonged the last syllable, admiring Ron's conflicted expression, and nodded after a while.

"Give it a try." He untied the tape and pointed his wand over, gently touching the broken part with the tip of the wand. "Restore it to its original state."

A soft glow enveloped the entire wand, and the almost broken wand moved slowly under the influence of magic.

"pat"

Broken wooden structures were rejoined, broken gaps and sawdust were refilled.

Even the unicorn hair that had protruded from the end due to age was securely hidden inside by the new ash wood.

Ron vaguely felt that this wand was in better condition than when he got it from Charlie - although a wand with this configuration was not suitable for giving away and would hardly exert its power in the hands of a new owner, this would not change with the repair.

"Oh my god! Uncle Eric, you're amazing!"

Ron's face turned red, almost as red as his hair.

"I can't let you call me uncle for so many years in vain." Lynn threw the repaired wand over. "Be careful next time and don't be so reckless. I'll tell Molly later that even though you and Charlie are brothers, you can't use someone else's wand. It's still not convenient to use - you can't save money here."

"I knew you were the best to me! Mom will definitely listen to you! Long live Uncle Eric!"

With wand in hand, Ron jumped three feet high in excitement and almost hit his chair and fell.

"Don't give me that," Lynn deliberately put on a stern face and pointed at the textbooks on the bookshelf. "The wand is fine now, but I will check it during class. If you don't satisfy me by then, do you know the consequences?"

"Ah! I just tried my best——" the poor student cried.

"That's more like it. Go back and remember to use this wand well."

Lynn's eyes were meaningful.

Although he had no impression of most trivial matters, he always felt that this wand would lead to very interesting developments.

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After seeing off the overjoyed Ron, whose noisy voice could be heard from a long distance away, Lynn sat back at the desk and looked at the photo in the frame.

Looking at the smiling faces that were full of youth at that time, Lynn's mood was also very bright.

"I wonder how Fei is doing in Beauxbatons." Leaning back in his chair, his mind had drifted thousands of kilometers away.

"That old man Dumbledore wants to say something meaningful to me... huh?"

As he was talking to himself, a beam of white light came out from the wall.

That is the guardian angel condensed to the extreme.

A chubby rabbit.

It stopped in front of Lynn.

The cute little face was facing Lin En, and Euphemia's cold voice came out:

"Nicolas Flamel wants to see you tomorrow. He says he doesn't have much time. He's back at Beauxbatons. Perenelle is here too."

"Varied……?!"

Lin En stood up suddenly and was about to ask, but the guardian angel who had completed the task had disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 26 Nico Flamel

Saturday, October 9.

Early in the morning, before it was fully light, Lin En had already woken up, tidied himself up, and stood in his room with a complicated expression, looking at a wardrobe against the wall.

"Araho Cave is open."

With a flick of the magic wand, the locked cabinet door opened gently, revealing rows of reagent bottles.

Lynn took a look with a complicated expression, took out a few exquisite long-mouthed glass bottles without hesitation, stuffed them into the bracelet, locked the cabinet again, and walked out the door without looking back.

Directions are to the Vice-President's Office.

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Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, reception room.

The teacher who was supposed to be on duty here pushed open the door and walked towards his seat with sleepy eyes, ready to catch up on his sleep.

As soon as he sat down, a fire lit up in the fireplace, followed by a figure rushing out.

"Lin...Lin En? You're back?"

The sudden change dispelled the professor's sleepiness and took him by surprise.

"Good morning, Charles. I'm here to see someone." Lynn spoke quickly. "Please write Professor Fox as the receptionist."

After saying that, he disappeared into the corridor.

A rune symbol can be vaguely seen.

"Wait...what's going on?"

Before Professor Ciel had the chance to ask clearly, he could no longer find him. He could only pick up the quill and write down his name in a daze.

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Even in Beauxbatons, which has a strict management system, people tend to sleep longer on weekends, and there aren't many students who wake up early in the corridors.

Having been here for three years, Lynn knows every route like the back of his hand and moves at a brisk pace.

Along the way, from time to time, a few students recognized him and greeted him happily. He just smiled and nodded in response, then quickly walked up and down the stairs.

It took no more than five minutes from the time he walked out of the fireplace to the time he stood at the door of Euphemia's living room, which had originally belonged to him.

Without waiting for a knock on the door, Euphemia, neatly dressed, came out as if she had foreseen the future.

"Fei, how is Nico now? I brought all the elixirs of immortality, enough to last for a while." Lin En asked anxiously as soon as they met.

"He came yesterday afternoon. He didn't say much. The two of them are now in that underground private house. It looks like they should be fine. Don't worry, just follow me."