Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lin En was dealing with the siege of more than a dozen humanoid puppets that were clearly based on real people at the same time. Dense spells fell like raindrops, like a fierce battle scene in a movie.

This was a level that even he felt a little tired at, but it still made him very excited, and he shuttled between offense and defense, leaving the two exhausted little wizards dazzled.

Then, with a "bang", the medicine bottle in Doris's hand hit Boyce's head, followed by a half-exaggerated and half-real wailing.

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After the training, he took a shower and had dinner, and watched Doris and Boyce, who had exhausted the last bit of their strength and completely drained their potential, go back home listlessly. Lynn, still full of energy, strode out of the castle and headed for the Forbidden Forest in the perfect sunset.

Hagrid was waiting for him in his cabin, with a second official letter that had recently arrived from London - arrangements for a hearing on the Buckbeak attack to be held at a later date.

In these two days, Hagrid is going to visit Newt, and he wants to prepare in advance, so he asks Lynn for help.

Of course, Lynn would not refuse the request of his old drinking buddy and good friend, so he put his original plan to go to the Screaming Shack on hold and came straight here.

The hearing was scheduled for April 4, which happened to be the Easter holiday at Hogwarts - this was undoubtedly arranged by Lucius Malfoy.

In a sense, this was exactly what Lynn wanted.

After all, only personal experience is the best education for a young person.

People always trust their eyes more than their ears.

However, compared to the incident he remembered, this time the arrangement was more humane.

Due to the negative news, most of the staff were subject to recusation conditions. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures was excluded from this hearing. The hearing was organized by the Wizengamot and professional magizoologists were arranged to be responsible for risk assessment. The whole process was handled impartially.

Lucius Malfoy's Galleon offensive was certainly effective, but he couldn't do whatever he wanted in front of the Wizengamot. After all, Dumbledore was still the chief wizard, and Cornelius Fudge had warned him more than once to restrain himself in the near future.

This could not convince a father and pure-blood wizard who was determined to avenge his son and put Dumbledore in the eye, but it was enough to make him think carefully before taking any action.

Hagrid didn't think so much. He didn't even think about the connection behind this matter. He just shook his huge hands tremblingly to send a signal for help.

"Maybe you can take Buckbeak to see Newt. I heard that Hermione has done a lot of preliminary work for you. You'd better take him with you. Although he may not need it, it is a sign of sincerity."

Through the window, Lin En saw Buckbeak eating outside the house. The other party happened to see him and snorted as a greeting.

"Take Buckbeak with you... You're right!" Hagrid probably only heard the first half of the sentence. He was happy for a moment and then became depressed. "But I can't take Buckbeak with me. They asked me to tie Buckbeak up where I can see him at any time - he is already very unhappy."

The problems that would make Hagrid depressed are not problems at all in front of Lynn.

"Then you'd better ask Newt to come over. This is Buckbeak's habitat and he needs to come to the scene to understand the situation. Do you want me to write him a letter? I assure you that he is a very enthusiastic person and the world's number one magizoologist." He said briskly.

Hagrid's mood immediately became high again, more fickle than the wry-smiled child.

The two were chatting when they heard rustling footsteps approaching from afar. The door was not closed, so they could hear them clearly.

Then came Buckbeak's cheerful chirping and three smiling faces.

"People really can't help but talk about it. As they were talking, the people delivering the materials arrived."

Lin En, who hadn't put down his teacup yet, took a sip and said jokingly.

Chapter 309 Cat and Mouse

"Meow~!"

As soon as they entered the warm house, Crookshanks, who was held in Hermione's arms, stretched his neck and barked, and waved his claws at Lynn.

Doesn't look very friendly.

"Professor Eric! Good evening, I didn't expect to see you here!" Hermione hurriedly held down Crookshanks and greeted Lynn happily, "It's Crookshanks. I mentioned it to you. It's my pet cat. It's very smart!"

"Good evening, Hermione, and you two, why are you so restrained? Come and sit down. This cat is indeed very smart, but it looks a little fierce." Lynn said with a smile, and with a wave of his wand, the chairs scattered around the cottage flew closer.

"Uncle Eric, this cat keeps biting Banban all the time. It's so evil!"

As soon as he sat down, Ron started to tell tales, and was then given a vicious look by Hermione.

"It is the nature of cats to catch mice. All cats catch mice."

"Then you should keep it away from Scabbers!"

"I--"

Seeing that the pair of bickering lovers were about to start quarreling again, Harry covered his face in despair. Lynn, on the other hand, was watching with great interest, which made the two of them feel embarrassed to continue quarreling.

They each snorted coldly and turned their heads away, ignoring each other.

Seeing that there was no show to watch, Lin En put down the teacup with a little regret and said softly, "Ron, maybe you have a chance to ask Hagrid to help you check on Scabbers' condition. Or I will ask Mr. Scamander to come over later. He is an expert and may be able to help. After all, Scabbers is too old."

The arrival of Harry and his two companions forced him to give up his plan to have a drink with Hagrid. After all, Hagrid was a respected professor, and it was not in line with his style to drink in front of underage wizards who were not allowed to drink.

Crookshanks' face showed human-like teasing and mischief, as if he recognized "Mr. Scamander", and the look he gave Lynn became much friendlier.

Although it has the bloodline of a raccoon cat and not as powerful as Xiao Hei in fighting, it has an intelligence level that is not inferior to that of humans and the ability to distinguish between good and evil.

Ron was also happy about this. He gave up being angry with Hermione and nodded vigorously with a happy look on his face.

Lynn also saw Hermione secretly heaving a sigh of relief and felt a little amused, but said nothing. Instead, he looked at Harry and said with a smile, "By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet. Today's game was very exciting, Harry. You are a very good seeker, and Cedric admires you very much. I think you have a good chance of winning the championship, and I will be there to cheer you on."

"Thank you, Professor Eric!" Harry smiled brightly. This was a rare opportunity for him to talk to Lynn outside of class. Although he received a book as a gift from the professor, they had never had much time to interact with each other. This had something to do with his personality and Lynn's thoughts.

After all, he appreciated more those students who were humble, eager to learn and willing to take the initiative to learn, or those who could liven up the atmosphere like Boyce and the Weasley brothers.

He would certainly not be stingy with his advice and guidance for young wizards like Harry and Draco, but he would not take the initiative to intervene and interfere too much, unless the other party came to him, like last year.

Seeing that the three were about to talk to Hagrid, he stood up with a smile and encouraged them, "The new semester's Rune Magic Competition is only two months away. I hope you can all do well, especially Ron. You've been too playful recently. Harry has training, so I can understand that."

After he finished speaking, he blinked at Hermione and spoke softly beside her ear: "Keep the materials prepared for Mr. Scamander in advance. Don't rush to hand them over to Hagrid. He may easily forget them and may not remember them. I will take them over and hand them over in person."

Hermione's eyes lit up and she nodded hastily, unconsciously tightening her arms around Crookshanks, causing the chubby cat to almost roll his eyes.

Even until Lynn walked out of the room and closed the door, she could still hear the protesting meow.

And the sound of Buckbeak greeting him - before Lynn could take the initiative to say hello, it had already lowered its head, revealing its neck.

This highly observant magical animal seems to have a keen sense of powerful beings.

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Lynn didn't have to wait in the office for very long, just over an hour. Hermione, who had returned from Hagrid's Hut, arrived in time before curfew and handed in a thick stack of parchment.

These were all copied down by her and two good friends during the Christmas holiday, which lasted about a month, and they collected a lot of materials - a considerable part of them was written by Newt himself.

Looking at the handwriting that was neat in some places and sloppy in others, Lynn could recognize at a glance who wrote each one, and he also understood more about the friendship between the trio and Hagrid.

There aren't many people or things that can make Harry and Ron work so hard.

"Professor," Hermione said shyly when she saw Lynn had finished reading, "I would like to ask you something more about Peter Pettigrew. You know, we have looked up a lot of information during the three holidays."

"You guys really worked hard, did you get anything in return?" Lynn asked gently.

"Yes, professor, we have found some files from that year. Take a look..."

Hermione came prepared and took out a thick notebook from her bag and started to talk according to the contents.

At the same time, in the Gryffindor dormitory.

"Scabby! An expert will be here to check you out soon, thanks to Uncle Eric!" Ron, who had just returned to the room, happily picked up the skinny rat, not noticing that it was trembling all over after hearing the name Eric. "I knew he was always the most reliable. You will definitely get better!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The pet mouse responded weakly a few times, then jumped off Ron's hand and went back to its nest. There was no other movement.

Only then did Ron notice that he hadn't eaten much of the dinner he had left for Scabbers before he left.

This couldn't help but make him a little worried, but there was nothing he could do - just like Lin En said, Banban was too old, and almost no pet mouse could live that long.

Maybe I should feed them some rat supplements... or something?

As I was thinking, I heard Harry's call and my roommates' cheers from behind.

Just now, Seamus Finnigan had pulled out a picture of Agrippa from his chocolate frog. Those were the only two cards Ron hadn't received yet.

He instantly put aside the distress in his heart and rushed forward with big strides.

The dormitory was soon filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and even Neville, who had just finished a spontaneous special training with Cedric, joined in after entering the room.

Amid the cheers, only the rat nest under the bed seemed out of place.

Peter Pettigrew curled up inside, thinking secretly in his heart.

He didn't know who the expert Eric would find would be, but he was sure that any idea that came from the head of this guy who had more ideas than Snotlout would not be a good idea.

Thinking about the trio's investigation during this period, a terrible idea gradually took shape.

[I might have been discovered]

Fear was like a rope, tightly wrapped around his heart.

You have to escape without attracting attention.

His life instinct of fear of death made his brain work rapidly, and ideas flashed through his mind one after another.

The rustling sound was drowned out by the lively discussion and did not attract any attention.

Chapter 310 Guidance and Planning

The mouse Banban is dead.

Without any warning, it happened on Friday morning a few days later.

There was a pool of blood, tufts of mouse hair and a few ginger cat hairs on the dormitory floor.

Everyone knows what it feels like to have hope raised only to have a tragic ending.

Although Scabbers was already very old, Ron still found it completely unacceptable to lose him so suddenly, and in such a tragic way that he had been worried about for a long time.

He was so furious that he had a big fight with Hermione, not just about this matter, but also because all the conflicts that had accumulated over a long period of time completely broke out.

He even returned the floater that Hermione had given him and that he had loved so much.

It seemed that their friendship had come to an abrupt and irreversible end.

At least Harry, Fred and George hadn't been able to do that.

This even caused Hermione to cry quietly in Lynn's office.

"He's been prejudiced against Crookshanks from the beginning! There's no way it could have been him! Harry thinks it was Crookshanks too, they're always like that!"

After using several tissues, the little witch said indignantly that even the French desserts that always made her turn anger into joy had lost their magical effect.

"I don't think Crookshanks would do this, Hermione." Lynn said after she finally recovered and could communicate, "But you have to try to understand Ron. He just lost his pet who had been with him for many years - even though it was old and stupid and only knew how to eat and sleep."

"But they can't wrongly accuse me." Hermione sniffed, "I slept with Crookshanks in my arms last night. It didn't go anywhere!"

"I understand you, and I know you won't lie." Lin En looked at her patiently, "It's just that I feel the need to tell you one thing. You need to pay more attention to the feelings of others, especially your friends. Sometimes the same point of view needs to be conveyed with different attitudes and methods."

"But I..."

"When dealing with others, there is no right or wrong. You also need to consider how to make them accept it better. Just like when I treat Boyce, Cedric, Doris and Percy, my attitude is different, right?"

"...Yes, Professor."

"Eat something. Crying is very exhausting." Lynn said gently, "If you break up with Ron, will this result make you happy?"

"Of course not." Hermione still had a piece of cake in her mouth.

"Then why are you both so confrontational? You're always the more dominant one with Harry and Ron, right? Although you may not have noticed."

"Okay, Professor." Hermione lowered her head in disappointment, "But what should I do?"

"Getting along with others is a profound subject, no less than any other subject. It cannot be learned simply from books, but it is crucial to growth. Perhaps you can think about it carefully." Lynn said, "As for now, perhaps it would be better to talk to Ron calmly and explain things clearly. Although the child is impulsive, he is not unyielding. You should know that after living with him for more than two years."

"And what should I tell him? We just had an argument… and he should be with Harry, on the Quidditch pitch right now."

"That's indeed a problem." Lynn pondered for a moment and came up with an idea. "You can go find Percy. He'll be happy to help, and Ron trusts him now. But more importantly, you have to help keep an eye on Scabbers' whereabouts. If he's not dead, he must have somewhere to go, and it may not be in the Gryffindor common room."

"You mean..." Hermione's eyes lit up, "I see! Thank you!"

Without caring about the tempting snacks, the impatient little witch got up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Lin En in a calm manner.

"These clafoutis cakes taste great. Take them back and share them with them. This can be considered as my consolation to Ron. I think that kid is quite obedient to me."

"Okay, thank you professor!"

Hearing Lynn's hidden meaning, Hermione nodded gratefully, repacked the open cardboard box, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and ran out quickly.

In comparison, she now obviously walked more quickly and even forgot to close the door.