Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He spoke hoarsely with great anger and restraint.

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It was just daybreak and Euphemia, who had not slept well the night before, woke up early. She touched the cold quilt and bed beside her, then got up hurriedly and walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the study.

The magic wand tapped on it three times in a familiar manner. After a series of "boom" sounds, the inconspicuous wall slowly opened up, revealing a deep staircase leading underground.

Even from a distance, she could hear the sound of breaking coming from inside. It was undoubtedly the sound of Lynn practicing magic in the hidden training ground below.

"whispering sound……"

Thinking that he probably hadn't slept all night again, Euphemia gritted her teeth and walked downstairs quickly, without even having time to change her plush slippers.

The fact was just as she expected. Before she saw the people exercising, a strong smell of medicine had already rushed into her nostrils - it was the vitality potion again, and it was obviously specially made by Alex. It must taste terrible and the effect must be very good.

"When will you let me relax?"

She walked into the training ground with a cold face, picked up the scattered medicine bottles with a frown, and stared at Lin En "viciously", making him feel creepy.

“No, mainly I’m not sleepy, and I’ve got some new inspiration.” Lynn put away his wand with a wry smile, threw away a piece of wood that had been rotten beyond recognition, and walked forward, “Look, I’m fine—Ouch, it hurts! Stop pulling my ears! Who did you learn this from! Can’t I just admit defeat? I surrender!”

"Of course it's Perenelle." Seeing Lynn begging for mercy, Euphemia, who had clenched her hand a few times to vent her anger, finally let go and said unhappily, "Isn't it just a prophecy that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't? Not to mention Firenze, even the centaur elders can't always be right. Do you really need to worry about that?"

"I just had a bad feeling, starting from when I learned about Nagini." Lin En put away his exaggerated expression and pointed at the pile of wood. "It's not just one or two unexpected things. If it's a coincidence, that's the best. If it's true, we must make all the preparations in advance - even facing those monsters and the Dark Lord."

His tone was so serious that Euphemia couldn't even say the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She could only look at him with a complicated expression and sighed after a long time.

"I see. I really can't do anything about you... I will help you." Her words revealed three parts of helplessness and seven parts of doting, just like every time before. "Now you have to rest first, and wait for me to go to Beauxbatons to find Inès and get the crown back."

"The best rest for me is just to sit for a while holding the cutest Fei."

"You are not serious at all. Just go to sleep for a while. You always say that you should combine work with rest. I think you are the one who doesn't understand this principle the most! Don't make me angry!"

"All right……"

In today's match, the winner is still no doubt.

Chapter 298 The Mystery of Time

After holding Miss Fei and resting for a while as he wished, Lin En, who had seen her off leaving home, returned to the underground training ground and quietly took out several empty medicine bottles that he had hidden in advance.

"Phew—luckily I was smart!"

After wiping off the non-existent sweat, he hurriedly "destroyed the body" and then drew out his wand to start a new round of special training.

This went on for many days.

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After Euphemia retrieved Ravenclaw's diadem, training went much more smoothly.

The long and complex spell became smoother in his mouth, with subtle adjustments in syllables and words from time to time. It was the perfection of magic and the expansion of the limits of wizards.

He could feel that the "wonderful transformation" that Grindelwald had mentioned was gradually approaching with his hard work day by day.

The understanding of the mind in the castle in the past was another level of growth, but the real key power of a wizard comes from climbing to the pinnacle of magic and opening up new paths.

After a long period of erosion and accumulation, the pass that stood in front of us has been basically smoothed out.

The combination of the ancient curse from Herpo and the genius creation of Salazar Slytherin is the ladder leading to this smooth road.

Every step requires tremendous effort, especially when standing on the shoulders of great predecessors and walking a path that they have never walked before.

This is not only talent and inspiration, but also the accumulation of blood and sweat.

Coincidentally, although he never considered himself a genius, when it comes to hard work, Lin En has never believed that anyone can surpass him.

From the unprecedented rune magic, to the Hufflepuff's unique skills, to the curse of time and space that has been buried for thousands of years.

Just like when he first realized the flesh-and-blood connection between wizards and their wands, the critical state brought about by physical and mental exhaustion is certainly hard, but it can also give people an extraordinarily keen sense of smell, allowing them to capture fleeting inspiration and opportunities.

This is something that legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald cannot perceive, because they have innate power and understanding and almost know it from birth.

This is also a skill that almost only Lin En can bear and practice and perfect countless times, because it is not a gift from fate, but the mark of a diligent but not wise enough wizard.

Wandering on the edge of the limits of his physical and mental state, with Lynn's repeated tempering, the ancient curse gradually sprouted modern branches and reached a critical point on an ordinary morning.

After a thousand years, after the death of Herpo and Slytherin, their magic showed even more powerful power, until it touched the most mysterious concept of [time].

The golden dagger was hanging in the air, emitting a heart-pounding wave, but it seemed to gradually retreat from the center of the stage to the edge, losing its magical attraction.

Everything visible to the naked eye gradually becomes decayed and broken under the influence of time.

Whether it was wooden blocks, dummies, puppets, experimental tables, rest areas, or even the floor mixed with tough alloys underfoot, the power of time destroyed everything equally, except for Lin En himself, who stood in the center and suddenly forgot about everything else.

The boiling magic power seemed to condense into a proud phoenix in the air, or like a volcano about to erupt. It was powerful but had nowhere to lean, so it could only squeeze and squeeze again and again.

"Shh-"

A pale golden light shot out from the bracelet, followed by the magic notebook that was supposed to stay quietly inside. The simple magic reappeared, turning into a soft trickle, shining with the crown on the head.

Destruction and creation achieved a subtle harmony at this moment, and opened the last key door.

Lin En, who had practiced this countless times, opened his eyes.

"How can speeding up alone be enough?"

Before he finished speaking, everything that was decaying rapidly seemed to have pressed the pause button in an instant.

The whole world seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment.

Although it was only a brief moment, it seemed to open the door to a new world.

Unprecedented joy and comfort enveloped his whole body.

Words like a waterfall fell rapidly before my eyes.

Not only [Helpo's Fury], but also immeasurable knowledge.

With this mysterious spell as a guide, he finally pried open the real [mystery] of the world and turned its tip into a certain [known].

"Lynn?"

A distant voice reached his ears, seemingly slowly and yet quickly.

A running figure appeared in front of him. It was Euphemia who had rushed over quickly after hearing the noise.

"Magic is a wonderful thing, Fee."

The bright amber eyes conveyed a rare joy, vivid and warm, dissolving the worries coming from not far away and lighting up the charming and alert brown eyes.

Spending every day together, the two closest people don't need any extra words.

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After a long time, the tidy Lin En seemed to be still immersed in the breakthrough and development of magic, sitting on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed, savoring it.

This was the first time in his life that he had pushed the magic of his predecessors to a higher level.

This new magic that finally reached the sixth level was no longer the rage of Herpo, nor the revenge of Salazar Slytherin, but a new life from the inside out.

"I finally understand why neither Herpo nor Slytherin did this." He murmured softly, with undisguised complacency and satisfaction.

This made Euphemia proud, and she also found his childishness a little funny, but she still cooperated and asked politely: "Why can't they do it?"

"Do you still remember what Nico always told us? When learning magic, the most important thing is to get rid of subjective emotions, especially negative emotions, and feel its pulse."

"I remember he also said this is also an indispensable part of longevity." Euphemia nodded slightly, "Have you found the inner law of [Helbo's Fury]?"

"Yes and no."

Lynn opened his eyes and stretched out his hand, and the Hufflepuff notebook quickly flew in front of him.

"I found the law of this magic, but its name is not appropriate."

"Name? You mean...Anger?"

"Yes, anger is their shackles."

Lin En turned to the last page of the notebook whose contents only he could see.

There were only a few words from Hufflepuff to his heir.

There was not a word about magic, just talking about the philosophy of life.

He never gets tired of reading this passage, and today he got new inspiration.

"Time is fair and objective, and using it with anger and hatred will only lead to unsatisfactory results. This is the core reason why their research always encounters various obstacles."

With a slight wave of the magic wand, a small wooden sculpture specially prepared for practicing curses flew into the air.

"The power of time is definitely not just about acceleration. It also includes deceleration, stagnation, and even more profound leaps and reversals. This is a complete rule."

The chanting of the mantra was still lengthy, but it had a different flavor.

A faint light shone from the tip of the staff, enveloping the wood carving.

This time, however, it did not decay as usual. Instead, only half of it was blown away by the wind, while the other half remained intact.

It stands quietly on the table, telling the mystery of time.

This is just the beginning, but we are already standing at a higher position than our predecessors and seeing different scenery.

It is the mystery of time, the reality of magic, and a door belonging to a legendary wizard.

Just the final touch.

To be exact, the time is now.

Chapter 299 Opening the Door to Legend

Waiting and hesitation have never been Lynn's character.

The short rest was enough for him to adjust his physical and mental state with the help of his girlfriend.

Although it is not the best, it is just right at this moment.

Euphemia, who knew his character well, had been prepared from the very beginning and had no intention of persuading him. She just sat there considerately, silently conveying her trust and longing.

She had always believed that her lover was omnipotent.

This time is no exception.

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The Lestrange family estate in North Yorkshire.

This was once a manor as magnificent as a palace, but it was reduced to ashes in a fire in November 1981.

Also reduced to ashes was this huge family that originated in France but had been rooted in the British Isles for hundreds of years.

After the war that shocked the entire wizarding world, this place became a restricted area with no one paying attention to it - even those pure-blood families who had been on good terms with the Lestrange family and whose relatives had died here no longer came here.

All that is left here is desolation and death, as well as the ubiquitous and tenacious weeds.

But today, after many years, Lynn and Euphemia once again stepped foot here hand in hand.

There used to be a beautiful fountain in the center of the manor, but now only scattered rubble remains.

“It’s nice here, quiet enough.”

"If Brian and the others knew that you didn't invite them to witness this, they would probably be very sad."

"It would be good to keep this secret, and I would prefer this moment to be just between you and me."

"……it is good."

Amid the ruins, Euphemia's eyes sparkled.

She has witnessed Lynn's victories and successes countless times, and has also accompanied him through failures and setbacks countless times.

Now, as Grindelwald's "wonderful moment of transformation" approaches, it is just the two of them.

【Magic Knowledge Lv.5】

[Proficiency (999999/1000000)]

After more than ten years of twists and turns, the final moment has finally arrived.

He raised his wand and solemnly traced in the air the path that he was most familiar with, one that had almost become instinct.