Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"...Are the four of you still alive and just playing hide-and-seek with us?"

Lin En grinned, feeling another side of his founder that was different from what was recorded.

Chapter 301 Heir of Hufflepuff

"If you mean the continuation of life, then I must tell you that Helga Hufflepuff died many, many years ago, and she did not live long. As for the others, I don't know."

In response to Lynn's question, Helga simply waved her hand, and the magic that suffocated Euphemia disappeared without a trace, and she sat directly on the floor.

"But in another sense, 'alive' is not just in the form of life, because my ideas and magic are passed on through generations of Hufflepuff students."

"So what is your current state...?"

"You can understand that I am a ghost possessed by this notebook." The golden magic notebook moved with the sound and fell back into Lin En's hands. "I don't have as many novel methods as Rowena and the others. My legacy is only this golden cup and notebook."

"quiet……!"

Euphemia screamed in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth, not wanting to disturb the two people who were talking.

Helga smiled and said, "It's okay, little girl over there, come over here too. I just triggered the protective magic. I welcome all wizards with good intentions."

Seeing Euphemia approaching cautiously, she cast a gentle spell to straighten her slightly messy hair.

"I'm pretty good at these life-enhancing magics, and you're the same, right?"

Euphemia blushed and nodded: "Yes, ma'am, I have done some research on this."

"Magic is not just a weapon for fighting, nor is it entirely a path to explore mysteries as you said - although I admire your pioneering spirit very much." Helga said slowly, "Sometimes, if you slow down, you can see a different view, although I know Euphemia is not doing this. You are very lucky to have a very good partner."

"I have always thought so. This is my luckiest thing." Lin En took his girlfriend's hand and warmed her palm which was slightly cold due to nervousness. "I will keep your teachings in mind."

"No, I'm afraid you won't." Helga looked at him with a half-smile, "We've been together for more than a year, Linn, I know what you're thinking. You know too much and want to do too much, which means you can't completely relax."

Lynn remained silent.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Rowena is just too impatient. She wants to arrange everything before she falls asleep, just like when she was teaching in school. By the way, I like your teaching method and I like the students now."

Helga spoke in a melodious voice, and her young face was filled with a maturity that was totally inconsistent with her appearance, especially her eyes that had seen the world - even though she had been sleeping in the principal's secret room for a thousand years, she seemed to have the ability to know everything.

This is a completely different style from Rowena Ravenclaw, and it is even more refreshing.

She patted the floor gently, motioning for them to sit next to her.

"I'm not as impatient as Rowena, and we have plenty of time to chat. Although it may sound a bit boastful, my gold cup is very strong. At least your booklet is not as good as it at the moment."

Lynn accepted the invitation calmly.

"That's right. Where should we start?" Helga said with a smile. The warm golden light conveyed a comfortable soothing feeling to the body and mind, making people instinctively want to get closer. "Let's start with the part that Rowena's memory didn't cover, about the history of Hogwarts."

Time flies by in whispers, and the mysterious veil shrouding the dark clouds of history is unveiled.

It's like an old woman telling a story to her grandchildren. It's not serious at all, but interspersed with many secrets that no one knows about for a long time - such as interesting stories about the other three founders.

But the content of the words could not be taken lightly, because it was more detailed and deeper than Rowena Ravenclaw's memory.

Helga's voice was like magic, making people forget the time.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening and all the original plans were forgotten.

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"That's all I know about the history of Hogwarts and those black monsters of unknown origin. Maybe I'm not as sharp as Rowena, please forgive me."

The profound and simple explanation came to an end. Helga smiled as if she was looking at her own children or nephews. Her eyes were kind, but not at all inconsistent with her overly young appearance.

She was always so low-key, using understatement to conceal her in-depth research and results that went straight to the essence, which were perhaps rare in ancient and modern times. Like Lynn and the others, the four founders also conducted research on the essence of monster life, and the person who did it was Helga herself.

Her superb magic manipulation skills made her the perfect choice for all research. Although she never really cracked the magic until they parted ways, the experience she left behind is still worth learning from.

This is a legendary wizard, and his style is very similar to Lin En's. Every word he says is invaluable.

It was a long while before Lin En seemed to come out of his trance.

"We are very lucky to receive your teachings."

"It's just some experiences and lessons from experienced people. It's nothing." Helga waved her hand, with a strange look in her eyes. "I have finished talking about the topic you are most concerned about. Now, maybe you can listen to me, an old antique, talk about your wishes?"

"Of course, we're all ears," Lynn said respectfully.

"Then I won't beat around the bush." ​​Helga stood up, and the soft golden light became bright and brilliant again, like the sun rising from the ground. "Lynn, my first successor in a thousand years, are you willing to inherit the mantle and ideals of Helga Hufflepuff?"

"I……!"

Lynn's eyes widened as bright golden magic flowed into his body like ribbons. Helga's voice seemed to linger in his ears and echo in his heart.

There were only two emotions left in his mind.

Joy, and confusion.

"Didn't I already... this notebook...?"

"It is my gift to the school. You have done a good job, and I believe you will perfect the contents one day." Helga looked at him gently, "I have something more important to give you. Now answer me, are you willing to be my successor?"

"It's my pleasure, ma'am."

"Then close your eyes, my child."

A dazzling light poured into Lynn's body, carrying with it a gift from a great legendary wizard.

In a half-asleep state, Lin En knew what Helga's unfulfilled ideal was.

Even though he was used to seeing storms and waves, he couldn't help but be amazed and lose his composure.

He never expected that the pinnacle of Helga's lifelong pursuit would be Gamp's basic law of transformation, which was regarded as the truth.

What surprised him even more was that this research actually made progress.

It was not until then that he suddenly realized and had to believe that the four magical techniques left in the notebook were just the basis of a great experiment that spanned the entire life of this legendary wizard.

Perhaps it was a minute, or perhaps it was as long as a century. Lynn opened his eyes, full of shock and confusion.

The shadow of Hufflepuff became vague and dim, and was about to disappear completely.

There was still a relieved smile on her face.

Chapter 302 The Continuation of the Ideal

"Helga!"

Feeling the shadow almost disappearing in the wind, Lin En rushed forward, but couldn't catch anything.

Euphemia was also freed from some mysterious, half-asleep, half-awake state. She looked around blankly, her mind going blank.

"It's fate. We should say goodbye, Lin." Helga smiled tiredly, "I don't want to spend the last moments of my life reluctantly saying goodbye."

"But don't you have... okay." Lynn raised her hand in vain and put it down again.

"I'm not that fragile, but I'm not a real ghost after all." Helga said gently, "If you don't want to hurt innocent people and want your soul to survive for a while longer, how can you do it without paying some special price? Besides, I just want to sleep a little longer. Remember to put me back to the small room. There is an ancient magic there that can help me recover."

"…Okay. Is that your backup plan?"

"Founders always have some privileges, right? You will inherit my authority, and I believe you will soon understand its value and make good use of it."

“How long will it take to recover?”

"It's hard to say. It depends on luck. I think we can meet again - if you can find a more effective way to restore magic and soul, it will be faster. Don't show that expression. You really won't be happy to have an old lady following you all day. How embarrassing is that?"

She spoke so casually that it didn't sound like she was saying goodbye, but more like she was joking with her children or nephews.

"..."

"I was right, wasn't I? Be happy, you are my heir. Of course, I am also very happy, my heir will definitely be better than the other three. After all, a kind heart is the most powerful magic in the world - I always believe this."

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"..."

"..."

"No problem? Then I'll go back and rest."

"Wait a moment."

"Ok?"

"Are you sure that Gamp's basic law of transfiguration can be broken?"

"I'm not sure, but I believe it. Because I believe that magic is omnipotent, and we wizards just have to work hard to explore it and let it benefit more people. This is my creed."

"...I will continue to advance your research. I can't guarantee success, but I will try my best."

"That's enough. I trust you. Here, take it. It's yours now."

Before he finished speaking, the dazzling golden cup floated in front of Lin En. Even though it released a huge amount of magic power, its accumulation was still as boundless as a vast river or sea.

This is not the legendary vessel that can only transfer and prepare food, but a shocking source of magic power, which is several levels stronger than the magic book that can also store magic power.

"It's a pity that she's not in Hogwarts, otherwise I could have met Rowena." Helga said, "Remind you, she woke up a long time ago, but she was just too lazy to show up. I have to say that consciousness is more convenient than souls. She is still smarter than me."

Her body gradually became blurry, and even her delicate facial features began to become blurred.

The light golden mist returned to the notebook and to the emblem that was once shining but now slightly dim.

"One last question. Since you are still a soul now, then... is it possible to be resurrected? Theoretically speaking, as long as the soul can find a suitable body, it is equivalent to having life."

"Oh?"

Helga looked amused.

“Your wisdom is a valuable asset.”

Lynn was serious.

The cheerful laughter was distant and ethereal. Helga did not give an answer, but simply dispersed the golden light and turned into a silver-white soul again.

"You and Salazar must have a lot in common. He asked this question, too."

The joyful voice echoed in my ears, but the witch who had written countless legends had disappeared.

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When Lynn and Euphemia returned to the warm study, it was completely dark outside the window.

Only then did they feel the hunger coming on, and when they looked at the watch, it was almost midnight.

"I'll go get something to eat."

Euphemia considerately closed the door, leaving Lynn some space to be alone and think.

The golden cup and the notebook were placed side by side on the table. They were no longer as magical as before. Only the magic lingering on the surface told of their extraordinaryness, but it only appeared from time to time.

Lin En stared at the emblem on the notebook, as if Helga was still looking at him, although he knew that was not the case - Helga was indeed in a deep sleep and might not appear for a long time.

Profound knowledge flooded into his mind, and he has not yet fully digested it. Such magic would not be without cost to a frail soul.

Lynn recalled the conversation with her, and the name that could not be avoided - Salazar Slytherin.

Rowena and Helga both had high opinions of him, and he was not at all like a "traitor" or a dark wizard who had deviated from his ideals.

Although he has mastered the dark arts to the highest degree, he also adheres to the pure-blood doctrine which is completely opposite to Helga's.

Even so, Helga did not hide her admiration for her old friend, just as she did when she mentioned Gryffindor.

This says a lot.

Especially the last sentence.

Salazar also asked this question.

This is not only about friendship, but also about life and death.

With the precedents of Rowena and Helga, Lynn was not sure whether the other two founders had left their own traces - or even survived to this day.

Countless mysteries followed one after another, but no answers could be found, which made Lynn feel uneasy.

He frowned and followed the instructions given in Helga's heritage, grasping the handle of the golden cup. Magic power flowed, illuminating the exquisite carvings.

An endless supply of magical power surged out, nourishing his limbs and bones, as if it was endless.

This is the accumulation of thousands of years, similar to the statue Rowena left in the Ravenclaw common room, but much more profound.