Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Euphemia patted Lynn's arm gently, said a comforting word, and walked towards the stairs.

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After walking down the corridor and turning many times for a long time, Lynn and Euphemia finally went deep into the basement of the castle and stood in front of a room with simple yet exquisite decoration.

Even the school's president and professors rarely come here on weekdays.

This was Nicolas Flamel's private estate.

In fact, not only the underground room, but also the school's castle, most of the estate, and the famous magic fountain were designed and funded by Nicolas Flamel.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is half of everyone here.

It was precisely because of this relationship that he came out of seclusion a few years ago after many years. In exchange for teaching Lynn and Euphemia alchemy, he was allowed to teach for three years and assist Madame Maxime in establishing a discipline system of ancient magic.

However, although it was an exchange, Lin En also gained unprecedented knowledge and insights from the living fossil of the magic world. After years of getting along with each other, the two of them formed a deep friendship.

Taking a deep breath, Lynn raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Three soft sounds echoed in the quiet corridor.

The waiting process was somewhat torturous. Thinking that the old man behind the door might not live long, Lin En felt particularly heavy-hearted.

Although I was mentally prepared when I heard the news that the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed, knowing and facing it are two different concepts.

After a long silence, the door slowly opened, and a silver-white metal arm appeared in front of the two people.

Next comes the simple and neat slender body.

The one who opened the door was the large alchemical doll they had developed two years ago. Although it could only perform simple actions and was considered a failure by Lynn, Nico loved it very much and kept it as a housekeeping assistant.

Looking past the cute little guy, Lynn saw Nicolas Flamel walking towards him tremblingly.

The pale face with silver hair, beige nightgown, and thin body that seemed like it could fall apart at any time were exactly the same as when we parted half a year ago.

"You've arrived at the perfect time, Lynn, Faye. Perenelle just made some pancakes. Let's have breakfast together."

The old man greeted them with a smile, as if it was just an ordinary morning and two students came to his house for a free meal.

"What are you eating pancakes for, old man!" Lynn rushed past the doll, "I told you not to destroy it, but you insisted on listening to Dumbledore!"

"Don't be impatient, Lynn." Nico smiled and looked very happy. "You know, an old man like me who is so weak can't keep it. Come and have breakfast."

As he spoke, he walked slowly toward the dining table, where Perenelle, his companion for six centuries, sat with a kind smile, her blue eyes, which had seen the vicissitudes of time but were still clear, smiling.

The French pancakes she made herself, served with cream and fresh strawberries, looked very tempting, and judging by the portion, they had been prepared early for their arrival.

Even the vegetable salad and milk were laid out.

Euphemia tugged at Lynn, walked over first, sat down next to the old woman affectionately, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Perenelle, sorry to bother you."

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......

The breakfast tasted good, but Lynn had no appetite.

Nico chatted and laughed easily, his imagination running wild, and he just agreed stiffly, absent-mindedly.

After finally getting through breakfast, Euphemia considerately helped clean up while Linn went into his private library with Nico.

Looking at Nico who was tidying up the bookshelf in an orderly manner as if he had pressed the slow-motion button, he couldn't help but take the book from the old man and put it on the desk beside him.

"Aren't you the one who's most afraid of death? You told me that four years ago! Why do you look so nonchalant now? And you asked me to come here. What do you want me to do for you? Why don't you tell me now? It's driving me crazy!"

"Relax, Lynn, you're not impatient." Nico smiled, his silver hair slightly yellowed under the light, "I want to hear about your experience at Hogwarts. Are you getting along well with Albus?"

"...If you don't consider his unpredictable words and actions, it's not bad." Lin En managed to calm down and took out the glass bottle. "We didn't drink these elixirs. You can use them. They can at least last for a few months."

"Oh? You didn't drink it?" Nicolas Flamel was surprised. "The sooner you drink this stuff, the better. The first few bottles have the best effect. I drank it too late, so I was disabled at the age of 400. Don't you want to experience what it's like to be young at the age of 200? It's wonderful."

"Neither Fei nor I think it will take that long," Lynn said, "at least not right now."

"That's a shame." Nico took the glass bottle, and with a flash of silver light, the priceless treasure disappeared. "I don't think immortality is a curse. How happy it is to see the world continue to develop and learn more magic and knowledge?"

Lynn nodded: "So you two can enjoy it for a few more months."

"No hurry," Nico walked to the bookshelf happily, like a naughty boy who had succeeded. "I've told you before that you shouldn't be so impatient, my student."

He raised his withered hands and pulled out an ordinary magic book.

The bookshelf began to tremble and spread apart.

Behind this library, which is considered the most mysterious room in Beauxbatons, there are other unknown secrets.

"This……"

Looking at everything in front of him, Lin En stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

Chapter 27: A New Definition of Death

"You stinky old man! In what lifetime did you create this stuff?! Are you kidding me?"

The angry roar echoed for a long time. Lin En's face turned slightly red, and his facial features were twisted together, half of which was overjoyed, and half of which was embarrassed by the teasing.

There was a room in front of him that could be called a warehouse.

From the floor to the ceiling, countless long-mouthed glass bottles are neatly arranged on wooden shelves. The air is extremely dry, obviously having undergone special treatment.

Even considering that the hundreds of years of life extension brought by the first two doses of the elixir would decrease sharply from the third time onwards, and each final dose would last for several months, the elixir in this room was still enough to send all the wizards still alive to the grave.

"Why," said Nicolas Flamel, smiling and picking his ear, "didn't I tell you I had enough of the Elixir of Life to take care of everything?"

"By taking care of everything, you mean sending me away too, right?"

The expression on Lynn's face was particularly interesting, and he rolled his eyes at the old man.

He gradually accepted the reality.

But soon, he angrily said, "Then why are you telling me that you will die soon? You mean you can live for more than a hundred years, right?"

"For my lifespan, that is," Nicolas Flamel said slowly. "If I hadn't said so, you wouldn't have come here from Hogwarts so soon?"

"Of course... I also have to deal with the Ministry of Magic. I'm not just teaching at Hogwarts. There are many things waiting for me to do." Lynn sighed.

"So," Nico said matter-of-factly, "this is the only way for a lonely old man like me to meet my best student. You and Fei are both too busy on weekdays. How many times have we met in this year?"

"...Okay, you win, cunning old man." Lin En stretched out his hand towards the old man, "So, return the elixir of life I gave you. You're wasting my feelings."

"No, this is your gift to me." Nicolas Flamel smiled slyly, "But... you can take a few bottles from here when you leave. From the experience of those who have experienced it, when you reach a certain age and race against death, you will realize its weight."

"Dumbledore probably wouldn't agree with your idea. He always thought that death was a greater adventure." Lin En shrugged and replied subconsciously.

"It's just that he feels that life is hard." Nicolas Flamel hummed happily, a little tune from a recently adapted opera.

He walked out of the storage room with his hands behind his back and inserted the magic notebook that seemed to date back to the Middle Ages.

The "boom" sound sounded again, and the priceless treasure that would drive almost everyone crazy was sealed in the house.

Sitting leisurely at the desk, Old Nico looked at Lin En with a smile: "Since you are here, I want to check your progress in alchemy. Have you been slacking off in the past few months?"

"Well, since I don't have any other plans for today anyway...as you wish, teacher."

Lin En couldn't stand his childish gaze, so she sat down next to him and spoke in a soft tone.

"That's right. I tell you, Albus is a suspicious little guy, and he can't tolerate others being out of his control. You don't have to take him too seriously..."

"By the way, you should have stayed in Beauxbatons. Don't you feel annoyed when you see him? Anyway, I don't want to be with him..."

"Oh? This is your new design. The way you carved the runes this time is quite interesting. Considering the strength of alchemy, we can use this place..."

Nicolas Flamel seemed to be in high spirits, and his hands and feet became much more agile.

The chattering sound continued for a long time in the study.

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Outside, Euphemia and Perenelle were still washing the dishes.

Although they said they were going to clean up together, Perenelle just stood aside with a smile on her face, watching Euphemia wave her wand and clean the stacked plates and forks.

"Fei, your little spell is really interesting and practical." Looking at Euphemia's skillful movements, the knowledgeable Perenel also praised her.

"I'm just used to living alone, so it's more convenient." Euphemia looked calm, "You guys scared Lin En this time. Even I haven't seen him so panicked in several years."

"Nico loves to make jokes like this." Perenelle shook his head helplessly. "Lin En and you are both sentimental children. Nico has always felt that it is a great fortune to meet you in the last years of his life, not only because someone will inherit his mantle."

Nodding, Euphemia asked, "You are not going to leave Beauxbatons this time, right? I heard from the headmaster yesterday that you plan to resume your duties as school directors."

"I'll help you. Nico also wants to do something now." Perenel's eyes were full of loving concern.

"what do you mean……?"

Euphemia opened her eyes slightly and subconsciously opened her lips into a cute "O" shape. She didn't even notice that the water in the pool was about to overflow.

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"If that's the case, these malleable metals will need to carry both permanent transformation and more runes, so strength will be a problem."

"There is no room for adjustment in the existing metal ratio, but there may be room for the paint and the formation."

In the study, Nicolas Flamel and Lynn were almost completely hidden by the books. Only faint discussions and clinking sounds could be heard.

"If you ask for the Elder Wand, maybe we can try another approach." Nico said with a little regret, "Otherwise, we have to wait until you take that step before we can experiment."

"It's more useful if it stays in Dumbledore's hands. You don't want me to have a hearty duel with that old viper right now, do you? Then there's no need to use up the elixir in the warehouse. You can go to the mountains and forests to collect my body tomorrow." Lin En said half-jokingly.

"Well, that's true," Nicolas Flamel muttered, "Time goes by so slowly. How come you're not thirty yet?"

"...I don't know what to say. If possible, I hope time will pass more slowly." Lin En grinned, "Tall people should bear more responsibilities."

"That makes sense, although I think you have something on your mind." The old man gave Lin En a meaningful look and stood up tremblingly. "Let's go. At my age, discussing this for a whole morning is already an extraordinary performance. I always remember that about five hundred years ago, an alchemist studied it... Let's eat first, and then I will go to investigate."

"Then thank you for your help." Lin En nodded with a smile, having gotten what he wanted.

"You kid..." The old man laughed and asked casually, "When is the next gathering of your stargazers? I'll go and see."

“Eh?” Lin En was stunned, then scratched his head embarrassedly, “I thought…”

"Do you think you can hide it from me by keeping a low profile? I'm not that old yet." Glancing at Lynn, Nicolas Flamel dusted off his nightgown and said, "In the past three years alone, there have been several children joining Beauxbatons, right?"

"Including the students on campus, there are eleven to be exact." Lynn nodded slightly. "Everyone will be very happy if you can come. It will be on Halloween."

"Then I'll have to prepare some candy for you." Nicolas Flamel smiled with his eyebrows curved, and the wrinkles on his forehead were smoothed out. "Although I am old, I should be more than qualified to be your advisor... If you are tired, give me a hand."

The door opened and the aroma of food wafted in.

Chapter 28: Conflict Caused by the Mudblood

It was already afternoon when Lynn returned to Hogwarts.

As soon as he walked out of the fireplace, he heard Professor McGonagall's angry roar.

"How dare he!" McGonagall was furious and pointed at Snape, "Severus, is this the student you taught?!"

Snape's face also turned pale, as if he was recalling a memory that he never wanted to recall.

In the face of McGonagall's accusation, he said nothing, but just glared fiercely at the Slytherin Quidditch team hiding behind him.

But it is obvious that this team sponsored by the Malfoy family does not think that their players have done anything wrong - or in other words, they have faithfully played the role of doing things for money.

Even though they didn't dare to speak in front of McGonagall, they still glared secretly at the angry Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Marcus Flint, the leader, was muttering obscenities silently.

"It's so noisy, has something happened, Professor McGonagall?"

Lynn walked out of the fireplace as if no one was around. His arrival made many people's faces change. He pretended to be casual and walked to the side of Gryffindor and asked softly.

"This is none of your business, Eric." Snape said coldly, "I will discipline my students myself."

"I didn't ask you, did I, Snape?" Lynn glanced at him coldly, then looked at Professor McGonagall who was shaking with anger, and asked, "Fred, George."

"Draco Malfoy said that word to Hermione, Professor," Fred said through gritted teeth.

He glared at Flint angrily. If he hadn't stopped them, the two brothers would have definitely taught Malfoy a lesson.

George also glared and said, "Then Ron used the Slug Curse on Malfoy and it went out of control and hit both of them at the same time."