Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

“I see…” Lin En’s tone was flat, and no emotion could be seen.

"Draco, is that wrong? She's just a stinker..."

The simple-minded but strong-limbed Slytherin captain was angered by the looks of Fred and George, and spoke viciously without caring about the presence of the professor.

But before he could finish his words, a bone-chilling chill enveloped him completely, and even the presence of the dean standing next to him was of no use.

At some point, the slender magic wand was already in Lynn's hand, and the good mood of the whole afternoon was gone.

"Marcus Flint, if you say the rest of this, I guarantee that even your stupid parents and grandfather can't save you. I guarantee it with my name."

He neither shouted nor spoke harshly. His expression was as calm as ever, and there was even a hint of the smile he had when he came. But Flint felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"Flint, get out of here and be put in detention tonight until Christmas."

Snape looked at Flint with a cold expression, made a judgment before McGonagall exploded, and stood in front of them, separating the silent students from Lynn.

Under his cover, Marcus Flint collapsed on his teammates and was carried out of the office.

The terrified howls could be heard from a long distance away.

It wasn't until the students walked away that Snape fixed his eyes on Lynn's face: "Eric, this is Hogwarts."

"I don't need you to teach me how to discipline students. If it was ten years ago, you know what would have happened."

Lynn responded to him coldly, then looked at McGonagall, her expression gradually relaxing, "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I'm a little excited."

"Be more careful next time, Lynn." Mag pushed up his glasses and said lightly, "You are a professor now."

"Okay, don't worry." Lynn bowed politely and looked at the Gryffindors, "Where is Ron? In the infirmary?"

The little lions looked at each other.

They were so busy fighting that they didn't pay any attention.

Only Alia had a vague impression and raised her hand timidly: "Professor, they seem to be in the Forbidden Forest."

"Forbidden Forest... Looks like he went to find Hagrid." Lynn didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Professor McGonagall, let me take my leave first. Point deductions and confinement are not my responsibility, but I think we should not encourage this kind of evil trend."

As he spoke, he glanced at Snape with a meaningful look.

Professor McGonagall nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you for your help, Lynn. You all go back first. The professors will take care of this matter."

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Meanwhile, at Hagrid's hut.

"Uncle Eric is right - wow - right," said Ron, holding a dirty copper basin, spitting out big shiny slugs from his mouth. "Charlie's wand just doesn't - wow - suit me!"

"You at least hurt that Malfoy kid as well. Well done." Hagrid praised, and stretched out his big hand to gently pat Ron's back to induce vomiting. At the same time, he handed him a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, "Rinse your mouth with this, you'll feel better."

The hound Fang, who looked fierce but was actually timid, also came forward, took a look, and then quietly slipped away and ran to Harry's side.

"There's no way to break the curse?" Harry scratched Fang's ear.

"It's very difficult..." Hermione's face was full of worry. "This is a complicated spell. It's difficult to cast. I'm afraid that the spell will be broken..."

"I'm afraid we'll need to speak to Madam Pomfrey."

Lynn's serious voice came from outside the door.

"Professor Eric!" The two of them stood up quickly.

"Lynn, you're here! Come and see what to do!" Hagrid looked happy.

Ron saw his savior, and holding the basin, he stammered, "Help!"

"You are obedient. I told you to use it properly, and you used it in the right place." Lin En said helplessly, "This is not just a matter of removing the curse. You need to take the medicine. Come with me."

As he spoke, he didn't even take out his wand. He just waved his hand and Ron floated up. The pain on his face eased a little in the dim light.

"Hagrid, sorry to trouble you. I'll take them there first." He walked to the door and reached out to touch Ron's head. "It's reckless, but... very manly. Ten points for Gryffindor - don't tell Professor McGonagall."

While no one was around, he quietly broke his promise and played a little trick.

After all, it is a plus point, not a minus point.

Along the way, Harry and Hermione followed Lynn closely, while Ron kept his feet slightly off the ground, looking inconspicuous.

"Professor," Harry asked breathlessly, "what does Mudblood mean?"

"This is a derogatory term for Muggle-born wizards." Lynn looked at him and Hermione and said softly, "Some pure-blood idiots like to deceive themselves like this. If you hear someone say this word in the future, you can just use a curse and then tell me. I will take care of the trouble if you get into trouble."

"Professor Eric...you too...?" Hermione asked timidly.

"I can't be sure, but it's very likely." Lynn said gently, "Bloodline is a stupid concept, Miss Granger. You are the best student in the second grade, there is no doubt about that, and you don't need to pay attention to any noise."

Hermione's cheeks turned red, she nodded vigorously, and hurriedly followed.

She suddenly thought of something, "Professor Eric, eleven years ago, did you really kill more than thirty Death Eaters in a month? I don't think you are..."

"Because I was very happy every day when I met excellent little wizards." Lin En said with a smile, "Also, I need to correct one thing. At that time, I had many comrades who fought side by side with me."

He looked at the trio and said with some emotion: "The power of one person is very limited, but it is different with friends. It is a happy thing to have someone supporting you from behind."

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school clinic.

Lucius, who had rushed over after receiving the news, looked pale as he looked at his weak son.

"It's these pure-blood traitors again! I must teach them a lesson!" He didn't realize Snape's mood beside him, and said through gritted teeth, "Not only this Ronald, but also his stupid father! I promise..."

"What do you promise, Lucius? Do you no longer want those dirty dark magic items in your home? Or do you think Azkaban is more suitable for you?"

He had just said half of his harsh words when his eyes met with Lin En who was rushing in from the end of the corridor.

And the Gryffindor trio behind him.

Harry stood there in a daze. He was sure that he had never seen such a complex and wonderful expression on Lucius Malfoy's gloomy face.

Snape was also stunned.

He had seen a similar scene not long ago.

Not exactly the same, but they are exactly the same.

Chapter 29 The Disappearing Professor

That night, until he returned to the dormitory and lay on his soft bed, Harry could not forget the scene of the day.

The arrogant Malfoy family left in disgrace like defeated soldiers.

Even that damned Snape didn't say anything and just left. He just glanced at him before leaving, with a complicated look in his eyes, totally unlike his usual old venomous snake self.

What made him even more fortunate was that although perhaps the largest conflict of the year had broken out, Gryffindor seemed to have gained the upper hand from it.

Malfoy was deducted 50 points from Slytherin for [using vicious and insulting language towards his classmates] and was also put in detention for a full month.

Ron, who had cast the evil curse, was simply lifted up high and gently put down. On top of his existing confinement, he was given an additional two weeks, but his marks were not deducted much, just 20 points - and there were 10 points quietly added by Professor Eric.

What had been an unpleasant day seemed to have gone smoothly since meeting Professor Eric, except for the thought of replying to Lockhart, which made him feel nauseous... Harry thought to himself.

He jumped out of bed and sat down at the desk, looking at Ron, who was shaking his head with exhaustion after coming back from cleaning the trophy room for the castle's caretaker, Filch.

He suddenly thought of the strange sound he had heard from Lockhart.

【Come... come here... let me tear you apart... tear you apart... kill you...】

It was a creepy, vicious and cold voice.

Just as he was thinking, the smell of stain remover and polish spread around him and Ron came over.

"What are you staring at? Are you disgusted by Lockhart? I think writing this kind of thing is horrible, more painful than cleaning a trophy." Ron looked as if he couldn't bear to look back.

"Ah... that's it." Harry paused and nodded, "I wrote for four hours. It was so painful."

He wasn't going to tell his best friend about this weird incident - at least not today, Ron was already feeling bad enough.

Thinking of this, he changed the subject: "Ron, I think Lucius Malfoy seems to be very afraid of Professor Eric. Is there any grudge between them?"

"The Death Eaters are all afraid of Uncle Eric. I suspect Snape is too."

Ron raised his head proudly, and even his sore arm seemed to be fine.

His loud voice attracted Neville, Dean and Seamus, who were originally preparing to go to bed.

Apart from Neville, Dean and Seamus all looked curious.

Although they have heard a lot of opinions in the past few days, the seniors have only tried a little bit and there are huge differences between them, which makes them itchy.

Ron was secretly delighted with all the attention he received. He simply turned his chair around and began to recount the stories he had heard from his elder and second brothers, adding some extra details to the story.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, from the fight against the powerful pure-blood wizards in school, to the six-month-long struggle with the Dark Lord and his multiple escapes, to the month after the Dark Lord's fall.

When he was excited, he also stammered a bit about what had happened in the past ten years, which amazed the little wizards - especially Harry who missed the start-of-term dinner.

Harry didn't expect that Professor Eric, who was gentle and had a beautiful smile, had done so many amazing things before coming to Hogwarts.

He immediately understood why Lucius Malfoy was afraid, and where Hufflepuff's support for him came from.

He ran back to his box in two steps, took out the photo of his parents that Hagrid had collected for him this summer, and looked at it carefully.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand what his parents had gone through during those years.

If they could find Professor Eric, then tonight's events could be... Harry had a new idea.

Ron was still talking at his desk, switching from Lynn's exploits to his battle of wits with Filch and the trophy room tonight.

He seemed to have scraped off a few dirty trophies and plates, as well as some medals such as "Special Contribution Award" there.

Dean and Seamus joined him, their sleepiness vanishing and they chattered non-stop.

Only Neville was silent. He sat on Harry's bed closest to the desk, holding the memory ball in his hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

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The next morning, just after breakfast, Harry pulled Ron and Hermione to the door of Lynn's office.

During the meal, he told his two good friends about the voices he heard in Lockhart's office, but just as he was confused, Ron and Hermione couldn't figure it out either.

With a favorable impression of Professor Eric, the three of them hit it off immediately. Since they didn't see him in the professor's seat, they went straight to his office.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Professor Eric, are you there?"

Harry walked up, knocked on the door, and asked tentatively.

But there was no response for a long time.

After several attempts, a portrait on the wall not far away was also awakened by them. It rubbed its eyes and said, "Professor Eric went out early this morning. Stop making trouble. I finally have a weekend. Let me sleep more..."

After saying this, the person in the painting lay down under the tree and fell asleep again.

"Did Professor Eric leave so early in the morning?" Hermione blinked. "Did he go to the library?"

"You're the only one who spends the weekend in the library, Hermione. Maybe Uncle Eric has gone home? He has a big house." Ron said sullenly, and unsurprisingly, he got a big eye roll.

But considering his brave act, the magnanimous Hermione decided not to argue with him.

"Ron has a point, but... maybe we can look for him, starting from the library. Professor Eric is such a powerful wizard, maybe he really likes reading." Harry had an idea and trotted away with his two friends.

They searched every corner of the castle for the rest of the morning but found nothing.

By lunch time, Lynn still hadn't shown up.

They could only judge that Professor Eric seemed to be missing today.

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The three little lions were doing their own thing at school, and Lin En naturally had no idea.

He left Hogwarts early in the morning and neither disappeared nor, as Ron said, returned to his home in Birmingham to spend a leisurely day - although he did have this thought.

He is now at a secluded estate outside Swansea in east Wales.

Looking at the neatly arranged fruit trees and clusters of flowers in the yard, he slowly walked to the door, tapped his magic wand lightly on a black metal plate, and said loudly:

"Hello, I'm Lynn Eric, and I'm here to visit as agreed."

Soon, a tall and thin elderly witch came out of the manor, raised her wand from a distance, opened the door, and said in a loud and cheerful voice:

"Welcome to my home, Lin En, come in!"