Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Countless tiny magic whirlpools are constantly running, absorbing magic from the surrounding environment and storing them in a cup that was cast in an unknown way, without stopping for a moment.

It will be an excellent template and reference when upgrading and transforming the magic book.

"Helga Hufflepuff..."

Lynn murmured, his heart surging.

This precious treasure is not only the legacy left by the founder to future generations, but also the carrier of the magical ideal she pursued throughout her life.

As the heir, he accepted the treasures and knowledge, and also took over her pursuit.

Break through the limitations of Gamp's basic laws and turn magic into an inexhaustible force - endless and everlasting, benefiting the entire wizarding world.

This is different from Lynn's philosophy, which is full of wizard romance and idealism, as well as a heart of boundless love.

But in the end, the two people's ideals are the same, but one resorts to pure magic, while the other takes the path of learning from others and integrating them.

Just like the difference between a golden cup and a magic book.

Purity and diversity, two paths, one goal.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The knocking sound interrupted my thoughts, and Euphemia slowly approached with a midnight snack. The steaming meal dispelled my doubts and aroused my appetite.

"bang"

With a muffled sound, soft magic flowed out from the carving, fell onto the plate, and landed on the freshly fried pasta.

The rich aroma instantly reaches a higher level, making one’s appetite whet and one’s stomach rumble in response.

"Perhaps...keeping people well fed is part of the ideal of a Hufflepuff lady?"

Euphemia gently pressed Lynn's temples to soothe him.

Her words were half-joking, but not without reason, causing Lynn to loosen her hands that were tightly clenched on the handle of the golden cup and put a smile on her face.

"You're right. Compared to fighting, she probably prefers life magic and the fairy tale that can create something out of nothing and make food appear out of thin air."

Before he finished speaking, the notebook and the golden cup disappeared at the same time and returned to the magic space opened up by the bracelet.

"This fairy tale may not exist, but that doesn't stop us from pursuing it in different ways. Let's eat first. You can't get anything done on an empty stomach."

The breath of life dispels the unknown shrouded in the night, and also dispels the melancholy that accompanies the unknown.

The inheritance and continuation of ideals must start from here, which is the most suitable way for Hufflepuff.

The midnight bell rang, and a new semester was about to begin. Many questions needed to be answered by returning to the castle.

As the heir of Helga Hufflepuff.

Chapter 303 New Semester

"You said Helga's soul lives in this notebook?!"

The next morning, Dumbledore, who was not fully awake yet, received a special wake-up service.

He was originally confused and surprised that Lin En returned the notebook so early, but after hearing the news about Helga Hufflepuff, he suddenly felt like a cold water was poured over his head and he woke up instantly - he almost dropped the notebook on the ground.

He didn't even have time to express his surprise and joy at the explosive news that the Horcrux in the golden cup had been destroyed.

Lin En, who had anticipated this, covered his ears in advance and avoided the noise attack from the old woman with a clear mind. He said calmly, "According to her instructions before she fell asleep, this magic notebook needs to be placed back to its previous location. She will slowly recover with the help of the magic left here."

"……I see."

Dumbledore shook his head vigorously, and then sighed as if accepting reality.

He was almost accustomed to the big incidents that Lin En caused from time to time.

But a new question soon popped up in his mind.

"This is obviously not a Horcrux, but how on earth did she manage to house her soul in such a magical item? The soul is not consciousness, and the difficulty of the two is worlds apart."

"I don't know the specific principle. Maybe you can wait for her to wake up and ask her in person." Lynn spread her hands. "I only know that this notebook was completed when she was dying. It is said to be similar to the ghost principle. She hopes to guard the Hogwarts Castle, the hard work of her old friends who have passed away one after another."

"Is that so... No wonder." Lynn's reason seemed to convince Dumbledore. He slowly took off his glasses and walked to the bookshelf outside the Chamber of Secrets. "In that case, I will ask Ms. Hufflepuff to return here first. If you need anything, please come to me anytime."

"That's not necessary, Headmaster." Lynn smiled and shook his head. He waved his hand and the notebook that was originally in Dumbledore's hands returned to his hand out of thin air. "I can find her anytime, as long as she is within the range of this castle."

"...I see. Then we can all rest assured."

Dumbledore looked calm on the surface, but he was very uneasy in his heart.

At that very moment, he felt the same authority as himself - or even higher.

There was no doubt that it was the power granted by the four founders who held the highest authority, and Lin En had no intention of hiding it from him and showed it directly.

He held out his hand and looked at Lynn with a calm gaze.

In addition to the change in authority, he seemed to notice something different from before.

But he didn't find the answer after all, and only got a scribbled note - that was the record Lin En gave him before he left, which was the research result of the four founders on the pseudo-god life form.

This perfectly diverted the attention of the suspicious principal and also gave him some meaningful and difficult work tasks at the beginning of the school year.

The new semester started uneventfully.

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The first day of school is Friday, which is mixed news for many young wizards.

The good thing is that the next day is the weekend, so nothing serious will happen.

The bad thing is that because the next day is the weekend, many professors have the idea of ​​using Friday to take an exam and grade the papers on the weekend.

This teaching strategy undoubtedly came from Lynn's achievements last summer. The most influential imitators were McGonagall and Flitwick, as well as Lupin, who learned from Inès.

For one day, the entire castle was filled with grief.

But as the instigator of the whole incident, Lin En did not choose this method.

Since the fifth and seventh grade classes were not held today, he simply reopened the Rune Metal Plate Competition Test for grades one to four, and demonstrated several forms of Rune magic in the sixth grade advanced class, whetting the appetite of the young wizards.

This unexpected "tolerance" made the three grades that had classes today and the four grades that did not have classes feel quite surprised. Some even suspected that their professors had been replaced by someone else - for example, Boyce, who was eager to watch the fun, or a third-year wizard chess expert.

For a time, all kinds of rumors were heard one after another. During lunch time alone, Lin En heard more than ten versions.

In fact, the reason is very simple. Since the young wizards in the middle and lower grades have the ability to test metal plates, they no longer need any special tests. These can be left to Professor Babel's theoretical class. He only needs to concentrate on practical teaching and lay a solid foundation for them to master Rune magic.

Especially the fourth graders, they have already started trying the simplest magic and need to strengthen practical training to prepare for the OWLs exam in June next year.

This is not only an exam for the students, but also a battle of wits between him and Barbie as professors and the test setters of the Examination Authority - of course, there is also pressure from Professor McGonagall.

In short, no matter how you put it, the first day of classes was uneventful, and some of the little wizards who were mentally prepared even felt a little subtly melancholy - just like a child who was prepared to be beaten but went home with a failing test paper, only to find that his parents were too busy to beat him up.

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However, on the other hand, the ease of some students does not represent all.

For several young people who have been away from campus for many days, the first day of school, especially the time after dinner on this day, is definitely not relaxing and enjoyable.

On the contrary, a long-awaited cruel test made them feel the professor's care.

"You're regressing, Cedric! This thing is far inferior to the real Obscurus! What did I teach you before? You have to run, don't let it catch the opportunity! And Neville, do you think I can't see what you are doing? Pay attention and don't slack off."

In the Request-Granting Room, Lynn was practicing Disarming and Stunning Spells on the numerous targets, while at the same time guiding Cedric who was challenging the "Puppet Array: Phase 3" from a distance. He also had time to supervise Neville and the others who were practicing fixed-target magic further away.

In just a few words, more than a dozen dazzling red lights shot out from the tip of the staff, accurately landing on the red heart of each target, exploding into scorch marks, and bringing him new power.

Each spell was powerful and had reached his current peak level, which was also a necessary condition for improving his proficiency.

His motivation was extraordinary, it was like he was back to the day when he first bought the magic wand.

His happiness and fulfillment mean the suffering and hardship of the little wizards.

Faced with the "low-profile version of Obscurus" simulated by Transfiguration, even though Cedric had been fighting wits and courage with them for nearly half a year, he had no way to defeat them and could only flee in embarrassment.

The brand new robe became tattered after only two days of wearing, leaving him in tears.

On the sidelines, Doris was laughing so hard that she was shaking with laughter, completely forgetting the miserable plight she had just been in, with a look of gloating on her face.

But she couldn't be happy for long. In less than ten minutes, the exhausted Cedric was defeated. He limped to the sidelines and sat heavily on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Doris, what are you waiting for?"

Lin En's voice floated to her ears slowly, and accompanied by a violent explosion, the smile on the little witch's face suddenly froze.

"Haven't I already practiced?" she said with difficulty, "Why are you still doing this...?"

"Do you think your training can be over in ten minutes? Take turns."

The voice that responded to her was Lynn's merciless one.

"Boyce, Percy, Penello, the three of you come here. Fixed target training still isn't working well for you. Let's switch to duel training."

“Eh?!——”

"The rest of the sixth and seventh graders, get ready, in groups of five."

"!!!!!!"

No one knows why the club activities suddenly changed.

But they have realized that the new semester will probably be different and fulfilling.

Chapter 304: Proposal for Teaching Reform

A week passed in a flash, and the transition from vacation to semester was completed smoothly.

The young wizards adapted to their study life in school again, although there were always some who complained.

What surprised many people was that Lin En, who used to be seen in the office and the Magic and Ancient Magic classrooms, suddenly became elusive this semester. Not only was it difficult for students who wanted to ask questions to find him outside of class, but the same was often true for his three assistants.

On several occasions, the three of them went to the office together to prepare for work, but they only saw a note with the task completed. It was not until very late that they saw Lin En who had hurried back and seemed quite tired.

That kind of feeling of exhaustion from the inside out was extremely rare, especially when it appeared in Lynn, who was recognized by everyone as having almost unlimited energy.

This was confusing, especially for an observant young person like Hermione.

That evening, she had just finished a Muggle Studies class and was eating in the auditorium when she asked her questions to the people around her.

"The professor seems to be very busy lately. I don't know what he is busy with. And I see that he is very hard-working during club activities and is always practicing magic - I have never seen him like this before." The little witch said casually while cutting lamb chops.

Harry and Ron naturally didn't quite understand what was going on and just thought it was her talking to herself.

Neville, who was sitting not far away, cast his eyes over and said softly, "I often see the professor training in the Room of Requirement. He comes almost every day, and each time he comes for a long time."

"Do you go to training every day?" Hermione blinked, "Neville, how did you know about this? Do you go there often too?"

Neville nodded shyly. He had been working very hard during this period because in order to learn Igor's ancient medical magic, he had to further improve his magical skills.

At this time, Doris also came over from the Slytherin table with a pudding, and beside her was the tired Cedric.

"I heard from Cedric that the professor arrives earlier than him and leaves later than him every day, right?" She poked Cedric teasingly.

"Indeed." Cedric nodded, "And he practices the most basic duel magic every day, such as the disarming spell, the stunning spell, and the armor spell."

"By the way, many of the automatically repairing training dummies are about to break down completely. I estimate that they will have to be replaced with new ones in less than half a month. Speaking of which, Neville has been working very hard recently, and maybe you have contributed to this." Doris stuffed a big mouthful of pudding into her mouth and spoke incoherently.

Hermione frowned slightly: "Doris, swallow your food before you speak. Also, did you eat too much pudding? It's not good for your teeth."

Doris responded with a nonchalant chuckle.

A Muggle dentist's advice is of little use to deter wizards.

On the other side, at the staff table, Lynn and Sprout were also chatting, talking about the interesting things that happened during the week.

The greenhouse in the herbal medicine class is always the source of all kinds of jokes. Today someone drops an exploding seed, tomorrow someone forgets to bring gloves and goggles, and accidents of all sizes occur one after another.

Just as the two were chatting happily and Flitwick and Babbling were eager to try, Professor McGonagall came over.

"Pomona, Lynn, I couldn't find you two during the day, but now I finally meet you." The Vice Principal sighed, "Albus and I have discussed and are planning to hold a professor meeting during the Easter holidays."

"Professor meeting? Wasn't it just held before the holiday?" Sprout looked reluctant. She didn't like meetings either.

Lynn chimed in: “What’s the big deal?”

"It is indeed a big deal that concerns everyone." McGonagall nodded and pulled a chair to sit next to them. "Albus has discussed it with the school directors. They agreed to increase financial support for the school so that we can promote teaching reforms."

"Teaching reform?" Babel asked in surprise.