Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Buckbeak also raised his head, with some blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"This is... left by Professor Eric?" Harry's eyes widened.

"It must be him," Ron said firmly, "Uncle Eric is very powerful."

"But why would he stay here instead of telling us directly?" Hermione frowned, took the photos from Hagrid and compared them carefully one by one, "Scandalous reports... He wants us to hand these over to Professor Dumbledore? And then..."

"And then give it to the Wizengamot and the Daily Prophet?" Harry looked at Hagrid. "Yes! I remember now. Professor Dumbledore is the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. I saw him on the picture of the Chocolate Frog!"

At this moment, he had completely given up the original purpose of coming here. His face was flushed with excitement, and he couldn't wait to go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore.

He definitely hadn't forgotten the deep hatred for his parents' death, but he also wanted to help Hagrid, who was obviously much more urgent than digging into the matter.

-----------------

Lynn felt relaxed after the trip to Hagrid's Hut.

He only left half of the photos sent by his friends to Harry and the others, and kept the other half with him - in case these little guys who didn't understand the dangers of the world didn't understand what he meant.

But these were only minor issues, and he never took Lucius Malfoy and the corrupt bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic who had taken advantage of him seriously.

He went straight back to his office, quickly packed up the remaining gifts, carefully took down the Hufflepuff notes from the bookshelf, and took out the box containing the gold cup from under the bed. He felt an inexplicable special feeling in his heart.

It's as if... these two treasures may have some deeper connection beyond the same magical power.

Unfortunately, he was still unable to deal with the soul on the golden cup that was more stubborn than the locket, and the surging magic power that was wrapped around the Horcrux and originated from the golden cup itself. For some reason, although they were all legacies of the founders, the Hufflepuff golden cup seemed to have more secrets than the other three he had seen.

This feeling had been lingering in his heart since the day he first saw this treasure after seizing the Lestrange vault twelve years ago, until this moment.

Shaking his head gently to clear his mind of distracting thoughts, he packed up his box and notebook, checked the contents of the suitcase one last time, and then left the office where he had lived for several months.

In his hand he still held the Marauder's Map, which looked like an ordinary piece of parchment. Peter Pettigrew's name was on it, and the tiny handwriting was spinning in circles in the empty Gryffindor Common Room, much more conspicuous than usual.

Dumbledore's name was also on the list, in the headmaster's office - Harry and the other three were rushing up from downstairs, and if nothing unexpected happened, they should be there at the same time he returned to Birmingham.

By the way, Snape was also walking that way at the same time.

It’s not that enemies don’t get together.

"The prank is over."

The dense ink marks quickly faded, and the trajectory of history has already deviated.

He has no interest in the grudges between teachers and students or the trivial matters on campus, and now he just wants to go home.

Then start your vacation, a fulfilling, busy vacation with beautiful women by your side.

Chapter 287 Christmas Eve Celebration

Lynn, who returned to Birmingham, was like a giant spider hiding from everyone's sight, quietly weaving his own big web at a time and place where no one noticed.

In the next few days, events developed and changed just as he expected.

It turns out that Dumbledore, the old fox, would not let go of the opportunity.

Photos of unknown origin soon appeared in the Daily Prophet, revealing a private meeting between Lucius Malfoy and several officials from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures.

This also attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic, and an investigation team led by the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, entered the department, conducted individual investigations on the people involved one by one, and searched Malfoy Manor again.

Cornelius Fudge, who was humiliated, had to hold a press conference to clarify the matter and announced that the hearing, which had been hyped up by Lucius, would be held by the Wizengamot and the time would be adjusted.

Almost at the same time, the righteous Newt reappeared from his seclusion and announced that he would defend the "poor hippogriff", and the public opinion field suddenly split into two distinct halves.

But these did not attract Lynn's attention too much.

These days, in addition to enjoying a leisurely holiday life with Euphemia, he also has a lot of things to do.

For example, they brought little Rem to experience life here - although the little girl, who was obviously closer to the Nicoles, only stayed for two days before returning to Beauxbatons because she was homesick, which made Euphemia feel a little lost.

For example, finding a competent professional manager for the Starlight Group to share Victor's workload after the company officially opens for business, allowing him to concentrate on expanding the market and discovering talents.

Another example is studying the Hufflepuff Gold Cup which is still tightly sealed, and refining the Wrath of Helbo which is still stuck at the fifth level - this has surpassed Helbo's level during his lifetime and is almost equivalent to exploring a blank area.

Of course, he also communicated with Regulus in the United States, asking about the progress of the research on the locket and seeking his advice, and discussing what methods to use to exonerate his brother.

All of these are different.

Compared to the imminent important task, he didn't need to worry too much about Hagrid and Buckbeak's affairs. Instead, he could train the young Hermione trio.

The mountains of gold galleons and the ubiquitous stargazers laid the foundation for this change that was still brewing. He only needed to be there to witness the fall of the first domino and wait for time to ferment.

October 12th arrived in a blink of an eye.

-----------------

Compared to Christmas, a time for family reunions, Christmas Eve, the eve of the festival, is the busiest day for celebrations and commercial activities.

Diagon Alley was crowded with people, and wizarding families on outings could be seen everywhere - many of them were bringing their little wizards home for vacation from Hogwarts, and buying Christmas gifts.

Many shops have ushered in the biggest business opportunity of the year except for the August purchasing season, especially those shops that are mainly magic trick shops, clothing stores, and pet shops, whose products mainly serve little wizards.

Throughout the ages, parents have always preferred to spend more money on their children rather than buying anything for themselves.

But they are not the protagonists here today.

In the heart of Diagon Alley, a grand opening ceremony and product presentation attracted almost everyone's attention and blocked the spacious road.

The Starlight Magic Technology Group, which has been promoted for many days in all European mainstream media including the Daily Prophet, will be officially established today and will release a number of groundbreaking magic props.

The first one is the all-weather instant messenger that promises unlimited use, the [Starlight Type 1] magic communicator.

Compared to the extremely time-consuming Owl Messenger, the extremely difficult Perfect Patronus, the two-way mirror with numerous restrictions, and the troubled communications, many ordinary wizarding families who have understood Muggle society are looking forward to it.

They are the main force of demand, and are the first driving force to pry open the wizarding consumer market, and then pry open the traditional structure of wizarding society - without their own knowledge.

In addition, the scene was filled with celebrities from various European countries and industries, including heavyweights such as Dumbledore and Slughorn who were specially invited.

Even Millicent Barnold, the former Minister of Magic who had always kept a low profile after retirement, showed up hand in hand with her husband and had a lively chat with Victor and Arthur.

This is an opening ceremony and also a social occasion.

But what surprised Minister Millicent was that until Victor walked up to the podium and started talking, she still didn't see the "protagonist" who was supposed to appear today.

Although Victor was in charge of the company from registration to establishment, collaborators like her certainly knew who the actual controller behind the scenes was.

Slughorn was also puzzled by this.

He was fatter than the last time they met. He quietly pulled Dumbledore aside and asked in a low voice: "Why haven't Lynn and Fei come yet? Do you know any news?"

Dumbledore, who was busy playing with his magic phone, smiled silently and looked up at the stage.

"He won't come." He said firmly, "He is different from Gellert. He doesn't like to show up at such occasions. He prefers to control everything behind the scenes. Just like this little thing in our hands, have you heard any news about it before?"

"...Really not." Slughorn laughed dumbly, "But this little gadget is quite interesting. Not only can it transmit messages, it also has many other functions."

Dumbledore smiled without saying anything, his blue eyes hidden behind his half-moon glasses, making it impossible to tell their depth.

Not far away, reporters from major newspapers and radio stations were busy filming the scene, gearing up to publish a big news story.

-----------------

At the same time, on the top floor of Gringotts.

The thoughtful elf director Iaie was standing at the window, looking at the venue below and the enthusiastic wizards gathered on both sides of the road.

The atmosphere was so warm as if good news had just been heard.

This newly established company was located just across from Gringotts, and even a considerable portion of the cost of constructing its office building came from this wizarding bank - the fact that it had used up the previously promised investment in the renovation of Diagon Alley was also a shame in the eyes of many goblins.

But Iaie doesn't see it that way.

He looked with interest at Arthur Weasley, the former bureaucrat of the Ministry of Magic and current chief R&D expert of Starlight Group, who took over from Victor and went on stage to introduce the new products.

"We will be neighbors from now on," he said with emotion, "perhaps for many years."

"Do you think this company will last long?" asked the old goblin who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

"It's not something I think, but an inevitable event."

Yi Ai turned his head and waved towards the door, and a simple coat flew over.

"Because that's the one standing behind him," he said. "Go back and tell the members of the parliament to have a long-term vision and not just focus on the little gains in front of them, otherwise you will regret it."

The door opened, and waiting outside was his loyal subordinate, Hawke, the manager of Gringotts headquarters.

"Sir, are you leaving now?" the white-haired goblin asked respectfully.

"Please help me see Senator Sigmund off." Iai said in a deep voice, "It is impolite to visit a powerful wizard. I will go alone. You proceed according to the plan."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Chapter 288 Meeting Gift

Starlight Magic Technology Group Headquarters, 12th floor.

Victor's general manager's office is located in an inconspicuous corner of this floor. It is decorated very simply. Compared with the laboratories and R&D team meeting rooms that are built at great expense, it is extremely plain.

Lynn and Euphemia, who had arrived at Diagon Alley early, were now here - just as Dumbledore had expected, neither of them had any intention of showing up on this occasion.

Just as Lynn was standing by the window looking down, a young man in a suit and tie stood outside the office and gently knocked on the open door.

"Mr. Eric, Gringotts Director Eael wishes to meet with you."

"Oh?" Lin En turned his head slightly in surprise, exchanged glances with Euphemia who was sitting on the sofa, and said softly, "Then please invite him in and prepare some refreshments."

"Okay, I'll do it right away." The young man nodded slightly, and soon invited Yi Ai, who was in high spirits, into the office.

"Congratulations, Mr. Eric and Ms. Fox! I saw it all at Gringotts, it was such a grand occasion! I believe your company will prosper!"

Before he even saw the people, he heard enthusiastic congratulations. Yi Ai smiled brightly and stood on tiptoes to shake hands with each of them in turn.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Ie. We are just a new company, but we still want to thank you for your support." Lin En said with a smile, "We will be neighbors from now on. Please give us your guidance."

"I dare not give you any advice, but I have heard of your company's products a long time ago. They are indeed the first of their kind in our magical world. I really admire them."

Iai said affectionately, and with just one sentence "our magical world" the sense of distance between the two sides was mostly eliminated. Then he picked up the tea that Euphemia had just brewed and praised it generously.

In just a few words, the atmosphere became lively. It was completely different from the heated arguments a few months ago. Instead, there was a sense of intimacy like old friends meeting again after a long separation.

The goblins are full of dull people who stick to the old ways, but there is never a shortage of wise people who understand the world. This is no different from the wizarding society, and Iai, who is sitting next to the two of them, undoubtedly belongs to the latter - although in his eyes, personal interests are undoubtedly far greater than the future of the race.

And this self-centered plan is the reason why both parties have such a pleasant conversation.

After a round of flattery and greetings, Euphemia took the initiative to bring up the topic: "Mr. Ie, I think you came to our house in person not just to congratulate us, right?"

"Congratulations is of course the most important purpose, but besides that, I really hope to discuss future cooperation with you two. Is that possible..." Yi Ai took out a piece of parchment from his arms and gently placed it on the coffee table. There were only a few lines of words on it.

"What is this...?" Euphemia asked knowingly.

"These are the rebels entrenched in the Matra Mountains of Hungary." Ie smiled gently, "They have been causing trouble for many years and have plundered a large amount of wealth. The parliament hopes to eradicate this cancer. I wonder if you two can help us with this?"

Euphemia turned her head and looked at Lynn, and after a brief glance, she took the parchment.

"Maintaining harmonious relations between wizards and goblins is our common pursuit." She nodded slightly, "If you don't want to alert the Ministry of Magic, however..."

"All the property will be yours, and no one will know about it. We can make an unbreakable oath." Yi Ai extended his hand to Lin En, "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation?"

"That's great! So what do you want from us? There are no outsiders here."

Lin En's words made Yi Ai look happy, but he did not rush to put forward his conditions. Instead, he stood up and walked to the window.

Looking at the crowd rushing into the shops on the first floor after the opening ceremony, the shrewd and experienced elf raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Eric, this magical communicator only looks similar to a Muggle mobile phone, but its real purpose is far more than that, right?"

"how do I say this?"

"Fairies are not a race that closes their eyes and ears. On the contrary, we can feel the power behind these new things." Iai felt Lin En approaching, and said in a calm tone, "If I'm not mistaken, these interesting objects have not really taken shape yet, including your ambitions. You hope to create a brand new magical world, right?"

"I don't understand what you're trying to say."

Lynn's eyes became slightly sharper, and Euphemia quietly grasped her wand.

All of this was noticed by the fairy with keen senses, but it did not make him panic.

"Wizards and Muggles, magical creatures and non-magical creatures, since the time when goblins had not yet lost to humans in the war, the conflict between the two has been difficult to reconcile, and it has been thousands of years now."

The goblin turned around, leaned against the window sill, and said earnestly, "I don't have any lofty ideals. I just hope to be a businessman, grab more profits and maintain them for a long time. We are not opponents."

Lin En looked down at him and smiled for a while, "Perhaps I should get to know you again, Ie. You have a pair of sharp eyes that are rare among fairies."