Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Media reporters and columnists, represented by Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet, naturally would not miss such an opportunity and continued to add fuel to the flames with their pens.

The Ministry of Magic certainly wouldn't be happy about this, but by the time Fudge realized what was happening it was too late.

They could only silently accept the reality that people were constantly questioning the Ministry of Magic's law enforcement capabilities amid heated discussions.

The first to bear the brunt of this was, of course, Minister Cornelius Fudge.

According to sources in the Ministry of Magic, he had already changed out of two batches of vases and decorations in his office in just three days.

This news itself is naturally difficult to verify, but from another perspective, its authenticity may not be low.

Because just a few days after Valentine's Day, the entire Ministry of Magic demonstrated unprecedented efficiency.

On-site investigation, body examination, evidence collection, and announcement of results, several tasks that would have taken at least several months and countless meetings were completed before the weekend.

Even on Friday afternoon, Sirius Black, who seemed to be fine, was allowed to be released from protection and was discharged from the hospital and returned to his home at 12 Grimmauld Place.

At Hogwarts, although the young wizards are far away from the mainstream of wizarding society, they are not oblivious to what is happening outside.

With a few well-informed young people as the source, all kinds of new rumors and new speculations quickly swept through the castle, and the degree of exaggeration and outrageousness was even more than outside the school.

The professors also took a laissez-faire attitude towards this, especially Professor McGonagall, who was always serious.

She had always secretly been regretting that she had trusted Peter Pettigrew, and was even more frustrated that such a vicious criminal had emerged in Gryffindor.

Even in a Transfiguration class, she forgot to stop the mischievous Weasley brothers and watched them blow the mock exam papers all over the floor.

Of course the result would not change, and the mock test learned from Lynn would still have to be conducted, but Fred and George would inevitably have to answer the questions standing up.

During these days, Lynn was not idle either, but he was not busy with other things. Instead, he frequently traveled between the Ministry of Magic, Gaunt's old house and Hogwarts.

As one of the main members of the temporary office, he was invited by Fudge, who was desperate, to be responsible for the most difficult on-site investigation and analysis.

This was exactly what he wanted and was not at all unexpected; it was natural and uneventful.

Perhaps the only one who had some complaints was Amelia Bones, who was blamed for no reason.

In addition to Fudge, the dedicated Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was also responsible for the disappearance of Peter Pettigrew.

But this dissatisfaction soon disappeared after Euphemia took the time to visit her home.

From beginning to end, it took less than a week, and the much-talked-about Peter Pettigrew reversal case was declared closed.

In order to cover up this disgraceful incident as quickly as possible and avoid causing a bigger scandal, Fudge did not even deal with old Barty Crouch and went to several newspapers.

As Dumbledore once said in a casual chat, he saw in Fudge these days the shadow of the first time he took office, working conscientiously and yet treading on thin ice.

As he said this, he did not forget to touch the ring on his hand. He had a strange expression on his face, which made Lin En laugh.

But no matter what, the Horcruxes that were easiest and quickest to dispose of had been destroyed, and for Dumbledore, half of the weight of his heart had fallen.

All that was left was the fragment of Harry's soul in his head and the last Horcrux, whose whereabouts and whatness were unknown.

These two are real hard nuts to crack - for one of them, there is still no suitable and safe solution, and for the other, there is simply no clue yet.

Lynn didn't plan to tell him so early.

After all...it's quite interesting to watch him get anxious.

Anyway, after seven months of entanglement, Sirius Black's prison escape was finally settled.

This is a case in which no one is a hero, and no one will get much comfort or joy from it.

A tragedy that can only be described as redeemed.

But this is the best that can be achieved, except that no one knows who did what in it or what the thing itself should be like.

Of course, the parties themselves don't care.

Because he still has countless things to do.

For example, let yourself have the first seventh-level magic.

Time is fair. It naturally stands on the side of young people, but it also gives them more urgent pressure.

-----------------

"Collapse!"

"Collapse!"

"Collapse!"

The Room of Requirement training ground, where only Lynn was, was filled with the sound of powerful incantations.

It was class time and no students would come, so he simply cast a protective spell at the entrance, then took off his robe and shirt that were a bit in the way, revealing his muscular upper body.

Runes of varying sizes floated behind him, integrating magical powers into his body.

Dazzling red light exploded on the crumbling targets and training dummies. The explosions continued, and from time to time there was the sound of metal breaking and falling.

This is the fifth batch of training props in the past six months. They are not ordinary items produced by the Room of Requirement, but fine products made by Nicolas Flamel, a fusion of material alchemy and item alchemy.

But even so, with their frequency unprecedented and unlikely to be destroyed by anyone in the future, their lifespan can only be measured in days.

"Collapse!"

Another powerful beam of light pierced through the air and knocked down the last remaining target, leaving only debris all over the huge training ground.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Standing in the open space, Lin En breathed heavily, turned his head to check the time, and nodded with satisfaction.

Four hours, and the effect is pretty good.

Sweat slid down his muscles, which were not strong but very angular, and also swept across the scars that were difficult to heal.

The four hideous cuts on the chest, left shoulder, right forearm, and left lower abdomen might scare a timid little wizard to get close.

In addition, there are dozens of scars of various sizes that are no longer so conspicuous, scattered all over his body. Each of them was left by fighting with Death Eaters or going out on adventures in the past. Some of them were from his current colleague Snape.

This is an immortal memory and an invisible medal.

After taking a short breath, he took a towel from the table beside him, wiped the sweat off his face and threw it away, holding the wand diagonally in front of his chest.

"This should be the last one."

A faint white light lit up, illuminating the wreckage on the ground.

"Veravito!"

The broken fragments flew into the air, melted and gathered in the air, and turned into an indescribable monster.

A strange deer head, a body as big as a hill, and lifelike soul fluctuations.

The false god of Salem was imitated so vividly that he seemed to have a soul of his own and charged forward fearlessly.

The howling wind was powerful, and although it was not as powerful as the presence of a false god in person, it was still very majestic and chilling.

Lynn stood there calmly, feeling the strong wind coming at him, a relaxed smile on his face, his wand raised forward.

"Collapsed."

There was no loud noise, nor was there any murderous aura. Along with the gentle sound came only an ordinary ray of light, which was neither thick nor swift and looked unremarkable.

However, this ray of light, which could not be more ordinary, fell on the menacing monster, and it seemed to open the door to a new world.

"Shh-"

With a slight sound, light penetrated into the deer's head and then permeated the entire body of the monster.

The next moment, a deafening roar sounded.

It was difficult to even catch the trace of its retreat with the naked eye. In just a moment, the heretic monster disappeared from the vast training ground.

It was almost embedded in the wall, and its extremely tough body almost dissolved into liquid as it slowly slid downwards.

Countless fine cracks appeared on the extremely solid wall, like a huge spider web, spreading rapidly with the deer-headed monster the size of a meat mountain as its center.

Even the table next to Lynn fell over due to the tremor, and the towels and robes on it fell to the ground.

But he seemed unaware of it. After casting the spell, he closed his eyes tightly and showed an expression of enjoyment.

Nearly twenty years after learning his first duel magic, he finally pushed it to the top and finally truly understood the essence of seventh-level magic.

It is not the so-called extreme, but just as he initially judged, it is free to do whatever he wants.

There is just one limitation.

[Within the scope of the rules]

"I finally understand Helga's painstaking efforts..."

After a long period of silence and aftertaste, Lin En opened his eyes again, his amber eyes bright and warm.

What he saw was not only the road to the top, but also the door that stood in front of generations of legendary wizards throughout the ages - countless mysterious bases and the rules of the world.

Having taken this step, he has become qualified to explore this most wonderful mystery.

"……very nice."

Feeling the magic power filling his limbs and bones, he took a deep breath of satisfaction.

"Well, on to the next spell. This time it's... Kenaz! Issa!"

Ice and fire intertwined on the ruins. Without even a brief respite or a rest, he once again plunged into endless training, sweating all over the Room of Requirement.

With the foundation of the first magic, he could finally follow the path he had opened up and advance the rune magic that he was best at and the most difficult.

From easy to difficult, easy to understand, this is the teaching from the founder and also the unchanging principle of magic practice.

Even though his talent in rune magic may be unparalleled in history, only by finding that door can the magic that has stopped halfway find the right direction.

Chapter 319 Time and sweat will not lie

Lynn did not tell anyone except Euphemia that he had mastered his first seventh-level magic.

Including Nicolas Flamel, who is still working hard to create training equipment and develop alchemical dolls for him.

He himself did not celebrate this and seamlessly plunged into new practice.

Being able to turn the beautiful mystery of the starry sky into reality is an attraction that all wizards cannot resist, especially Lin En, who has always been longing for the power to deal with everything.

He almost lived in the Room of Requirement, using the authority granted by Helga to make this magical secret room serve his special training and turn his sweat into motivation to move forward.

Here, he not only has to practice practical duel magic such as the Armor Spell and the Disarming Spell, but also has to devote more time and energy to his more talented Transfiguration and Rune Magic.

Long before he took this step, these two kinds of magic with infinite variations were the focus of his pioneering and enterprising spirit, even surpassing the limits of theory and going most of the way.

However, due to the difficulty of these two types of magic, the process of reaching the seventh level is much more difficult than imagined.

It was not until I gained new insights through the stun spell that progress gradually became smooth - it was like I had cleared the most important hurdle.

Day after day, he had no free time. Even for the first time, he did not participate in the keynote speech at the Stargazers' Annual Meeting, but left it entirely to Euphemia and Victor.

Only a few diligent students knew his whereabouts, such as Neville, Doris and Cedric who came most often.

Especially Cedric and Doris. One basically gave up Quidditch training because he had no hope of winning the championship this year, while the other was about to graduate and was more motivated.

Whenever they didn't have classes, they almost always stayed with Lin En, fighting repeatedly with those alchemical puppets with whom they had fought countless times.

There is no growth without blood and sweat, and no correct effort will not bring rewards. This truth is particularly evident in these little wizards who train, discuss and research with Lin En.

-----------------

"In the name of Igor, the blue body!"

One night in late February, Doris and Cedric, who had just finished their training, collapsed to the ground without any image, receiving treatment from Lynn, like stranded fish.

The crystal blue light shone evenly on them, like sea water under the sun, washing away all their fatigue and pain.

The Stargazer Club's activities had ended two hours ago, which was curfew time according to school rules.

Neville and Luna hadn't left yet, but were whispering and gesticulating in the corner, discussing something.

Pavla and Boyce stayed aside, practicing with their wands - it was not quite right to call it practicing, it should be said that Boyce was defending alone, helping his schoolmate practice the spellcasting techniques that the Duel Club had taught him not long ago.

This fifth-year Ravenclaw witch is somewhat like a combination of Percy and Penelope. Her magical talent is not the most outstanding, but she is very diligent and has some spiritual spirit.

"Well, you've all worked hard today. I left a note for you. It's on the table over there. Mr. Filch won't say anything if he sees it. Go back and have a rest early. Otherwise, I'm afraid someone will be waiting anxiously."

Lin En wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the two people who were still lying there with a smile in a teasing tone.

The two people who were tortured half to death by the "fake Momoran" had no extra strength left. Doris just rolled her eyes, struggled to get up from the ground, and walked out tremblingly.