Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"This kid..." Lynn shook his head helplessly, sighed, walked over and closed the door, then sat down at the desk and took out the Marauder's Map, "James Potter, it's time to find your good brother."

【He is not our brother. 】

The words that were so powerful that they could be seen through the paper quietly emerged in the blank space, and the anger could be seen through the ink marks.

A particularly conspicuous ink spot appeared near Hagrid's hut.

This is not surprising. Pettigrew, who is afraid to show his face in public, definitely does not have the courage to go far, and there is no place for him in the school.

Then there would be very few places for him to survive, especially to get food. Hagrid, who was carefree and had planted many vegetables nearby, was the best choice.

He might have secretly feasted on it during the day - there was probably nothing more disgusting to a wizard than rat chow.

"Maybe I should tell your other two good brothers so they can finally start taking action, in a way that avoids Snape's interference, right?"

This time, James Potter's memory did not respond.

Soon, Lupin, who was in a hurry, received the summons and rushed over eagerly.

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The second round of Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw started early on Saturday morning. It was only one week apart from the Hufflepuff match, so it could be said to be close behind.

Harry faced his first duel with the little Asian witch Qiu Zhang, who made his heart beat fast.

In the stands, Hermione still did not appear with Ron and his group, but found a secluded corner by herself, accompanied by Doris, who was not very worried about her condition.

The match went smoothly without any incidents. The gap between Firebolt and Comet 280 was much greater than the technical gap between the two teams' Seekers.

Just one week later, Gryffindor's championship situation became very good.

At the same time, Lynn also arrived at the country house in Dorset and met the Scamanders and Nagini who was still recuperating there.

After several months of rest, Nagini's body had recovered a lot and she was able to move around freely. Except for her appearance which had become about 40 or 50 years old, everything was better than before.

From Tina, Lin En learned that she and her husband had paid homage to Aurelius Dumbledore's tomb. The regrets in her heart mostly dissipated, and her thoughts became much clearer.

Perhaps in the many years to come, the former blood-cursed witch will live here, even if not with the two of them, at least as a companion - just like Jacob and Queenie who live not far away.

Having similar interests, they are not willing to live in the traditional wizarding community for a long time after retirement, which would make Newt and Jacob feel uncomfortable.

This kind of place, which is not far from the Muggle villages and towns but is close enough to be nearby, is suitable, especially for Jacob who is so old that he can hardly bake bread.

To Lynn's regret, he didn't meet the old couple who were strolling around the market in Corich Town - in fact, he liked Jacob very much.

But after all, there was still work to do and he couldn't delay too much. He could only ask Tina to convey his greetings to the other party, and then he returned to Hogwarts with Newt, who was already prepared and his eyes were full of excitement of "returning to court after many years."

By the way, the one he used was the ultra-long-distance Apparition, which made Tina a little worried.

This was a request Newt made secretly, as he wanted to have a drink with his old friend Aberforth first.

The sensible Lynn of course chose to support him and even took a bottle of wine as a token of his support.

The game on the Quidditch field is drawing to a close, and a long-awaited big net is slowly being spread out.

This weekend, which is destined to be lively, has just begun.

Chapter 311 The Dog Catching Rats

As the saying goes, a small drink can soothe one's mood. A small glass of wine is just right for a 90-year-old man to relax his muscles and blood circulation, and at the same time stimulate the vitality of his increasingly rigid brain.

In Hagrid's Hut in the afternoon, Mr. Newt Scamander demonstrated the scientific nature of this principle with his own actions.

"Professor Hagrid, this material is quite solid. I wonder if I can meet the students who provided help?" Newt asked with a smile, looking up from the pile of files.

Hagrid quickly looked at Lynn, who was sitting aside drinking tea leisurely. When he saw him nod, he said hurriedly: "Of course, I'll go to the castle and bring them here." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him running towards the castle quickly, fearing that he would delay the important matter and also scared Buckbeak.

“He’s really straightforward,” Newt said slowly. “He’s no different from when he was in school—is his little spider still alive? I was going to defend it back then.”

"He should still be alive, but he could be dead of old age at any time." Lin En said, "I can ask the centaurs for you later. Bain and Ronan should know. After all, they have to deal with these forest invaders every day."

"Then thank you in advance, Lynn." The old man packed up the files with a smile, stood up and walked out the door, raised his slightly dry right hand, and touched Buckbeak's head in a friendly manner.

The proud beast seemed to sense the unusualness of the old man in front of it, and became docile and polite. It even rubbed against Newt's clothes, causing a burst of laughter.

Maybe it also has something to do with his contact with hippogriffs since he was a child.

"I really enjoy interacting with these cute little guys, but unfortunately I'm older now and can't run around like I did in the past - I have to say it's a bit boring."

"People of your age should do things that suit their age. Otherwise, won't you be on the verge of death from overwork like Dumbledore?" Lin En joked, "Let alone 90 years old, if possible, I even hope to retire completely before I'm 40."

“I don’t quite believe it.” Newt looked at him teasingly. “If you were really free, I’m afraid things wouldn’t be like this now. I still remember how you looked when you came to my house twelve years ago.”

"That would be an exception. After all, apart from Dumbledore and the guy from Nurmengard, who else can easily deal with that noseless old man? I can't do that, so I have to work hard."

“You probably couldn’t do it then.” Newt smiled meaningfully. Suddenly a chubby Niffler popped out from his collar and gestured towards Lin. A little head popped out from his shoulder. It was a nimble and a little shy Bowtruckle.

"Not now, senior, you can't hurt me." Lin En calmly took out a piece of bone-in meat left by Hagrid and threw it to Buckbeak, watching it eat with relish. "I'm serious now. If I can solve all the problems, I really want to retire early."

"Okay, I believe you. But this incident surprised me a little. I thought you would directly use your influence to get the Dangerous Animal Disposal Committee to cancel the investigation."

"With that person watching over you, it's more convenient to follow the rules. Do you want him to drag you into his office and tell you a bunch of big truths?"

"Well... I really don't want to. To be honest, he's getting more and more annoying as he gets older."

"I knew you'd think so, too. Eh? Hagrid and the others are back. Look at that girl a little further away. That's my assistant Hermione. She's the one who sorted out the information over Christmas."

Lin En touched Buckbeak's big furry head and pointed, allowing the old man to see Hermione, who was keeping a certain distance from Hagrid and the other two.

She was still holding Crookshanks, who looked reluctant, in her arms. She looked very nervous until she saw Lynn chatting and laughing with Newt, and then she felt a little relieved.

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In the Shrieking Shack, Sirius Black, sitting cross-legged on the ground alone, stared at the Marauder's Map that Lynn had specially sent him. To be more precise, he was staring at the black spots that were moving in a small area outside the castle.

A moment later, a red firework rose from Hogsmeade village in the distance and exploded in the air.

This is the signal for action.

Sirius, who had suppressed his anger for a long time, closed his eyes, bared his yellowed teeth, and turned into the huge black dog again - much stronger than he was half a year ago.

It restored the Marauder's Map, hid it in the straw pile, and without looking back, it followed the secret passage, rushed out from under the Whomping Willow, and disappeared into the deserted lawn and jungle.

At the same time, Lupin, who was resting in the castle, packed up and walked out of the office alone. When he went downstairs, he met Snape who came following the clues.

"What's the matter, Severus, do you want to talk to me about something?" he asked softly.

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In the small Hagrid's hut, the people gathered together made it seem even more crowded.

A lively discussion is underway regarding the Buckbeak hearing.

It’s not quite correct to call it a discussion. It should be said that Newt, a senior magizoologist, was giving lectures on legal and moral issues to the participants except Lynn.

Since the 1930s, he has participated in similar hearings countless times, defending magical creatures that he believes are truly innocent, and working tirelessly for the introduction of bills.

As a living fossil who is almost the founder of this field, his prestige is extremely high. Even the Wizengamot will give him enough respect and listen carefully to every word he says.

His teachings were also extremely valuable to the newcomer Hagrid, and Harry and the other two, who threw themselves into the job of protecting Buckbeak out of pure passion.

Although except for Hermione, the other three parties were actually confused, they just felt that the old man in front of them was quoting from classics and talking about professional topics. He was more enthusiastic than when they met and greeted each other. It was completely impossible to tell that he was already 97 years old.

Hermione would ask questions from time to time and make comments on the materials she copied down. Some precedents were used incorrectly, and the interpretation of some laws could be further deepened. These would provide her with useful knowledge, although most of them seemed useless in the future.

During the conversation, Lynn sat by the window and waited quietly.

Waiting for the results of the discussion meeting, and also waiting for the movement outside the window.

He didn't have to wait too long. Just as Hermione was asking about the Hippogriff judgment case in 1772, a sharp cat cry came from outside.

It was Crookshanks' voice.

Then there were a series of crashing sounds, as if the pumpkins piled over there had fallen down.

"Oops!"

Hermione quickly stood up and rushed out the door, but Lynn was even faster than her.

As soon as they stepped out of the door, they saw a chaotic scene not far away.

Crookshanks, covered in grass and dirt, was lying dirty next to several giant pumpkins. A few steps away from him, a huge black dog had trapped a fat rat in a corner.

"Scabbers! That's Scabbers! It's not dead!" Ron screamed and tried to rush up to stop the ferocious-looking dog, but was held back by Harry and Hagrid.

Only then did Newt stagger out and squeeze through the crowd.

Looking at the cats, mice and dogs gathered together, his expression was a little complicated.

Chapter 312: Pettigrew, not Spotted

"A cat of Kneazle descent, and two Animagus... this is really a big surprise for me."

A strange look flashed across Newt's eyes. Although Sirius and Peter's disguises were very lifelike, they obviously could not be hidden from a master like him.

"Animagus? What Animagus? That's Scabbers!"

Ron stood there in a daze, the memory of the first class after entering school rising from the bottom of his heart, as if a chill ran down his spine to the back of his head, making him unbelievable.

"That wasn't a mouse, child," Newt said patiently. "It was an illegal Animagus that hadn't been registered with the Ministry of Magic, and it was... quite capable, not much less capable than Minerva. Miss Granger's cat seemed clever enough to spot it."

"That's my rat!"

Ron struggled in vain, but was held tightly by Hagrid. Harry stood there in a daze, his mind blank, not understanding what was going on.

He vaguely felt that although this black dog was much stronger, it seemed to be the one he had seen on Privet Drive - very similar, especially those scary eyes.

"Professor? Crookshanks... " Hermione timidly grabbed the corner of Lynn's clothes and pointed at the flat-faced cat that was obviously slightly injured.

"Maybe we can take a look at who these two Animagus are." Lynn nodded slightly, pulled out his wand, and looked at Newt, "Shall I do it?"

"Of course, I'm too old." Newt said with a smile, not thinking that the two Animagus chasing in front of him had any chance of escaping. "I can hardly hold the wand anymore."

"I'd be foolish to believe you..."

Lynn muttered in distaste, casually moving her wand forward a little.

"Everything is petrified."

A flash of white light appeared, and the attacking dog and the fleeing mouse seemed to have pressed the pause button, falling to the ground in their final posture. Only Crookshanks meowed and stumbled back to Hermione, motioning her to pick him up as he had injured his hind legs.

“Maybe you need some of this, kid.” Newt carefully took out a glass bottle. “This cat is really smart, maybe not worse than a Kneazle. It looks familiar to me.”

"Thank you, Mr. Scamander," Hermione said gratefully. She quickly poured the potion into her hands and gently applied it to Crookshanks. "Can you let Ron go first? He's almost suffocating."

Only then did Hagrid realize how powerful his strength was to a little wizard, and he quickly loosened his arms, which were as strong as tree trunks. Ron, whose face was almost purple, escaped the disaster and almost fell to the ground.

"Hoo...Hoo...Uncle Eric, that's Scabbers!"

He gasped for breath and raised his arm with difficulty, reaching out to Lin En who was walking away step by step. "Haven't you seen him many times in our house?"

He still couldn't accept the fact that the mouse that had been with his family for more than ten years was not actually a mouse.

This is like a blow to young people who value feelings.

"It's okay, Ron, we will find the answer." Lynn said without turning his head, "Although I'm not an Animagus, I still have the magic that can turn them back into human form."

He stopped in front of the two animals and could clearly see the hatred in Sirius' eyes and the fear in Peter Pettigrew's eyes. He saw it clearly, like a judge in the middle.

"How can I prove my identity?" he whispered in a voice that only he and the two Animagus on the ground could hear. "A Restoration Charm, or the most painful brute force method? Peter Pettigrew?"

Tears welled up in the corners of the motionless mouse's eyes, and his eyes were full of pleading, but under the effect of the petrification spell, he could do nothing, not even move the tip of his tail.

Ron closed his eyes in pain, and Hermione and Harry also looked over nervously.

The student's gaze made Lynn give up the idea of ​​torturing the other party. He just lightly placed his wand on Peter's stomach, which made Sirius very disappointed.

"Shh-"

A blue-white light lit up from the tip of the staff, and the fallen rat rose into the air under the gaze of everyone. It hovered for a moment, and actually broke free from the petrification spell and struggled violently.

This triggered a scream from Ron, but to no avail.

In just a few seconds, it fell back to the ground, followed by a dazzling flash of light, causing everyone standing in the distance to close their eyes.

When their vision returned to normal, a cowering middle-aged man had appeared on the ground. Just as he was about to escape, he was tightly bound by invisible magic chains, with only his face exposed.

Both Harry and Hermione recognized the magic, it was the same binding rune nettle that Lynn had demonstrated in class - only much stronger than in class.

Ron was slower than them, and it was like being punched in the face, full of instinctive nausea and embarrassment at being fooled.