Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Knowing the importance of the broom, he stood in front of Harry without saying a word. His sudden courage even suppressed his awe of his own head of house.

"Because we have to ensure safety, especially in times like this." Professor McGonagall said expressionlessly, but did not pursue Wood's offense. "We must check it to prevent any curse or other magic hidden in the broom - Sirius Black is a skilled wizard."

Harry felt the disillusionment of falling from the clouds.

He had just come into possession of the finest broomstick in the world, but just a few minutes later, it was taken away by the Professor.

He tried to struggle, and so did Wood, but they were powerless against Professor McGonagall.

He could only look at the other person pleadingly and receive a silent rejection.

Sighs of regret came one after another, expressing the little lions' regret and loss.

Hermione and Percy, who came rushing over, did not comment on this - in their opinion this was the most reasonable solution, although the person involved would definitely not see it that way.

Just when Harry was in despair, a figure walking out from the crowd made him feel as if he saw a beam of holy light falling from the sky.

"Professor McGonagall, it would be a bit of a waste to open it like this." Lynn said gently, holding a small package in his hand. "Perhaps I can do it for you? It is not very difficult to check whether there is a curse on it - if you ask Ines for help."

"Well...you are indeed more professional."

Mag hesitated for a moment. Perhaps she was moved by Lin's words, or she couldn't stand the eager gazes of the little wizards, or maybe it was her own desire to win that made her relent.

The brand new Firebolt was held in Lynn's hand, as if he was holding all the hopes of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Harry, Oliver." He called their names softly, "I will return it to you in the Great Hall next Monday morning - if it is confirmed to be in good condition. The whole Hufflepuff will be looking forward to a fair and exciting Quidditch game, including me of course."

Harry was sure that in his eyes, Professor Eric was bathed in golden light, like an angel who had come to the world to save people from suffering.

The same would be true if Professor Garcia were present.

At the same time, in Castrobus in South America.

"Ah!"

Before dawn, Ines, who was sleeping soundly in the living room, suddenly sneezed.

"Who is talking about me..."

She rubbed her nose and turned over groggily.

Chapter 283 Punishment and Warning

Knowing the origin of this item, Lin En naturally had no intention of traveling thousands of miles to find Ines.

On the contrary, he secretly rushed to the Shrieking Shack as soon as he left the hall, where he met Sirius who was waiting for the package.

"There are many ways to get ownerless wands on the black market on Paradise Street, Blake." Lynn sat at the table and threw the package in his hand on the table, holding a firebolt in one hand.

The moment he saw the package, Sirius felt his heart sink and his expression changed drastically. It took him a while to regain his composure.

"I almost forgot your methods." He said somewhat dejectedly.

"You are ridiculously naive, Black." Lynn sneered, "Do you think I will ignore number 12, Grimmauld Place? Or... do you think you can compete with me with this thing?"

He was not as calm as he appeared.

For a wizard who is proficient in anti-detection methods, the threat posed by him with a wand and without a wand is worlds apart, especially when he is unaware.

"..."

Sirius said nothing, his face showing dissatisfaction.

"I really overestimated you. Twelve years in Azkaban haven't given you any brains."

Lynn looked at him indifferently, crossed his legs, and with a flick of his fingertips, the package collapsed, revealing a magic wand inside, which was slender and straight, full of heavy power.

This was a trump card that Sirius had prepared for himself without telling him, and it was hard to tell what it was for.

"Take this, I won't use a wand, and see what you can do with your two hands."

"you--"

"I told you to hold it!"

Lynn's aura suddenly became fierce and sharp. Even though he had nothing in his hands, it frightened Sirius, who was always arrogant, as if he had met his natural enemy.

He instinctively picked up the wand on the table and looked at Lynn, with most of the arrogance in his eyes gone.

Even though the wand was chosen according to his requirements, and even though it contained magic that he had not seen for many years, he still felt frightened.

"Cast a spell on me and show your worth. Otherwise you probably won't make it out of here alive."

Lynn walked forward calmly, without the slightest hint of defense, his eyes filled with only anger and undisguised contempt.

Sirius felt that he was in trouble, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and raise his wand: "Expelliarmus!"

A dazzling red light echoed in the room.

On the snow outside the shed, a few brave children who were planning to explore the haunted house without telling their parents heard the miserable whimpering from afar. They were so scared that they ran away, and no one dared to get close.

After half an hour, the vague noise finally came to an end. However, the huge Screaming Shack seemed to be covered by a layer of frost. No changes could be seen from the outside, but it gave off a chilly air.

Fortunately, it was snowing at the moment, so I couldn't tell anything.

Lin En sat leisurely at the table, holding the intact Firebolt in his left hand, and only the palm of his right hand was flashing with the faint light of the Rune symbol.

Sirius, who had turned into a big black dog again, lay crookedly in the corner with a look of despair on his face.

"If you don't want to turn into charcoal like your stupid sister Bellatrix, then be honest. Hide your little tricks that can't even fool a fool, and don't let me think you have any conspiracy in secret."

Bending down to pick up the ownerless wand that could be sold for two hundred Galleons on the black market, Lynn said mercilessly.

"Remember, Blake, you are still alive not because of my kindness, but because I owe Lily a favor. There won't be a next time."

"Well...I know."

Sirius turned back into human form, his body covered with wounds of varying sizes, looking extremely miserable.

Even though he was so proud, he had to bow his head and admit that he was no match for the person in front of him.

Although he had known it many years ago.

Seeing him act like this, Lin En's expression eased a little, and he shook the Firebolt in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"You will stay here until Christmas, when I tell you to go ahead. As for the broom, it will be in Harry's hands soon, but don't expect me to clean your ass a second time."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, disappearing in the snow without even leaving a footprint.

"…Lily's…favor?"

It was not until Lynn's figure and magical aura completely disappeared that Sirius, exhausted all over, stood up with a sad face.

He only knew that Lin En had a good relationship with Lily when they were in school, but as she got closer to him and his group, the once harmonious relationship became a thing of the past.

Confused, he leaned against the wall with difficulty, exhaled forcefully, and felt pain all over his body.

"It's really...!"

The injuries on his body were just the right size, not life-threatening but requiring him to stay in bed for a while.

This was a force that made him look up to the mountains, as if he was really facing the Dark Lord and Dumbledore and was irresistible.

The revenge plan had to be put on hold.

While Sirius was lying half dead on the haystack recovering from his injuries, Lynn, who had returned to Hogwarts Castle, had already found Lupin and handed him the outer packaging of the package.

"He must have done this in order to kill Peter himself, but he was afraid that we would not agree."

Lupin said eagerly, "I assure you that he has no bad intentions and will definitely not affect your plans."

"Even if he has such intentions, he won't be able to make any waves with his mediocre skills." Lynn looked at him expressionlessly, "But I don't want to waste my time on him. Keep an eye on him, Remus, and don't let me find out a second time."

"Of course, of course!"

"I know you have a good relationship, and I have no objection to you giving him some harmless conveniences. But I have to remind you that Pettigrew is more useful to me than Black. I need his Animagus to do something for me, something very important."

"I understand. I will keep an eye on him until the whole truth comes out," Lupin said solemnly.

The longer they were together, the more he could sense the dangerous secrets hidden in Lin En.

And then there were his friends who were invited to Hogwarts either for teaching or to show off their strength.

This is a power that even Dumbledore cannot take lightly, let alone a werewolf like him who has been marginalized by mainstream society for many years.

He didn't know and it was hard for him to imagine Lin En's plan, but he was sure that there must be huge interests involved.

There is no room for carelessness.

After seeing off Lin En who was rushing to class, his mind was a mess - although he was temporarily free from the torment of wolf madness, the big and small things that followed were also very troublesome.

Sirius, Harry, Lynn, Dumbledore... and Peter, who was obviously hiding something fishy.

There wasn't much he could do except to protect his old friend's only child as best he could and sort out these complicated and entangled relationships.

This is indeed not easy. It can only be accomplished by someone who is thoughtful, not too opinionated, and has a say in all parties.

This is also a reflection of trust.

His loyalty and kindness over the past twenty years have ensured that no one who knows him will doubt his character.

Except for Snape, who was becoming more and more displeased with him.

His face, already haggard and worn by the baptism of life, looked even more sad. He was just a mortal.

With a silent sigh, he sat down at the desk with the box containing the Boggart at his feet.

He was going to prepare for Harry's next Patronus lesson.

Chapter 284 Rewards and Holidays

As time goes by, Christmas is approaching.

The autumn semester was about to end. If we didn't consider the incidents of the Dementors and Sirius Black's infiltration, this semester could be said to be uneventful.

In the last few weeks of this semester, the young wizards were very busy. Without the trouble of Dementors that might appear at any time, they could finally study well.

The end of the semester is approaching, and amid the envious gazes of the senior wizards, the [Semester Rune Magic Competition] for grades one to four has finally come to a conclusion.

On December 12, the penultimate school day before Christmas and the winter holidays, the bright golden letters of the Magic Rune and Ancient Magic Classroom stopped ticking, freezing at the final result of a semester.

At the same moment, the rune metal plates in the hands of the young wizards lost their magic and turned back into ordinary thin iron plates.

The next morning, groups of young wizards gathered in the classroom to check their final results.

Hermione, who has won the first place in the total score for four consecutive times, has the highest scores in all parameters except that her accuracy rate is slightly lower than Luna's after referring to the weight.

Below her was Luna, who was in second place most of the time, but sometimes fell to fourth or fifth place because of Firenze's astronomy tutoring and the club's research on ancient magic.

The performance of these two young wizards was the most stable, and they unsurprisingly received the special reward of [ranking in the top five at least twice].

Apart from the two of them, the twelve people in four months were shared by Harry, Draco, Neville, Astoria and others.

Some people are already very good at their job, while others emerge as unexpected talents, truly a hundred flowers bloom.

But in the end, there were only a few little wizards who met this requirement [twice].

Harry, Draco, Parvati, Ernie, Michael and other children with good levels only got the top five in a certain month respectively - it was a pity for Harry as Quidditch training and practicing the Patronus Charm took up too much of his time, as well as the secret investigation of Peter Pettigrew.

Only Astoria and Neville remained relatively stable, following closely behind Hermione and Luna, and received this special reward.

However, for most young wizards, this kind of "winning prize" is not the focus of their attention - the regular rewards for being in the top 30 every month are.

The students who spoke the most enthusiastically were those whose grades consistently hovered between 20th and 50th place.

The result is naturally that some people are happy and some are sad.

The lively discussion didn't stop until Lynn walked into the classroom holding a huge cardboard box.

"Professor! Is this a prize for us?!" Ernie McMillan's face was flushed, unable to hide his joy. He had long envied Luna, who was lucky enough to have more than one alchemical doll at the same time.

"As you can see, Ernie, I brought awards and report cards, one for each grade."

Lynn smiled as he squeezed through the crowd and stood upright on the podium, his eyes sweeping over the little faces that were full of anticipation. He knew very well how much the children were longing for this "Christmas gift".

"It's the same arrangement as last year. You can choose any of the awards on the list. By the way, considering that everyone's results are better than I expected, I decided to relax some of the award requirements - students who have been in the top 30 three times can also win awards. Is this my Christmas gift to you?"

Without any hesitation, amidst warm cheers, he readily posted a longer list of prizes than last year on the blackboard, then took out his wand and lightly tapped it.

The clear handwriting magnified in the air, and reflected in the eyes of every little wizard who had either stayed here for a long time or had just arrived here.