Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

If there was no help, given their current physical condition, it would be a big problem whether they could walk back to the dormitory by themselves.

After the four of them left together, Lin En looked at Neville and Luna who were still discussing in the corner.

"I see you guys have been talking for quite a while. Is there anything you want to ask me? Now that Seid and Doris have gone back, just ask whatever you want."

"That's right, Professor," Luna said in a leisurely voice. "Neville and I went to see Mr. Firenze a while ago, and he said that the smoke from burning certain herbs might be good for the mind."

"The smoke from burning herbs... is it similar to the kind they use to predict astrology? I know something about that." Lin En nodded, "Maybe it can be used as an auxiliary means, just like the spiritual runes I told you about."

"Do you think it will be helpful to treat my father and mother?" Neville asked, "I seem to have found a little bit of the magic now."

"Maybe... huh?"

Lin En was about to answer when he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "You said you found some tricks?"

Neville pointed his wand at a brand new training dummy: "In the name of Igor, Green Soul!"

A faint green light seeped out from the tip of the staff and slowly fell on the dummy. There was no reaction. After all, the dummy had no soul, so there was no question of mental damage.

But an expert knows the ins and outs of things. Lynn quickly saw some of the mysteries and walked directly to the dummy without hesitation, and made a gesture to Neville who was about to stop casting the spell.

He wants to experience it for himself.

Neville was a little nervous. The hand holding the wand trembled slightly, and the magic became scattered.

"Why are you panicking? You can't hurt me even if you cast a curse on me, let alone this healing magic?"

Lin En waved his hand nonchalantly, "It just might hurt a little... Yeah... it does hurt a little."

He frowned, and it was as if a small but sharp brush was sweeping across his head.

"Isn't that a bit wrong, Professor?" Luna asked with concern, patting Neville gently.

Neville hurriedly put away his wand and trotted over to Lynn with her.

"It just hurts a little for me." Lynn wiped the sweat off his face imperceptibly. "I'm a little surprised, Neville. You're progressing much faster than I expected. This is a very complicated magic. I thought you wouldn't be able to get started until next year."

"Thanks to Ms. Sever for helping me, and Luna and Ginny, they gave me a lot of advice."

Neville scratched his head sheepishly, "Mr. Firenze and Doris also gave me some advice before."

"You are quite popular." Lin En nodded. "But this is just the beginning. What you have learned now is only the initial form of this magic, and it is very unstable. You need to continue to strengthen your magic control training, and then optimize the details according to my improved version."

"I'll help too." Luna smiled. "This magic is very interesting - but it can easily give people a headache."

"Thank you!" Neville said gratefully, "When can I cure them?"

"Well...it's hard to say, because the spirit is a very complex and special existence." Lin En thought for a moment and half sat on the round table with some things on it. "Besides, this is not a problem you should consider now. You are only in the third grade, and there is still a lot of time. Don't be too anxious."

"...Okay, I'll keep trying."

"I have complete confidence in you. Well, maybe you need some desserts - as a reward for staying with me so late." Lin En smiled and took out a paper box from the bag on the table. Inside was a delicate little cake. "Take them back and eat them. Now you should rest."

"What about you? Professor, aren't you going with us?" Luna took the paper box, and a hint of doubt flashed across her big silver eyes.

"I'll have to stay a little longer. After all, I don't have classes tomorrow morning, and you have early classes, don't you?"

Lynn picked up her water cup, took two sips, and pointed to the clock on the wall.

The two little wizards then realized how tight their sleeping time was - not to mention that they still had to wash and clean up.

So they each ate a small piece of cake, thanked Lynn, and left the Room of Requirement, running quickly to their respective common rooms. Their footsteps were particularly loud in the empty corridor.

Mr. Filch would know where they were, though he wouldn't bother with a child who had a note - especially one from Lynn.

After seeing off the two people who had given him a little surprise, Lynn moved his slightly sore shoulders and walked towards the training ground again.

It was still early for him and he could practice for at least another two or three hours.

"Do you think it's amazing to sleep only three hours a day for a week?"

Just as he raised his wand and prepared to practice Igor's mental healing magic himself, a faint voice sounded from his pocket.

Apparently, the lady on the other side of the two-way mirror had some disagreements about the intensity of a certain tireless professor's training.

The scheduled extra training was cancelled due to force majeure.

Chapter 320 Letter from the East

After the Euphemia incident, Lynn restrained himself a little—not entirely because of this incident, but because there were many other things to do.

Whether as the leader of the stargazers, a professor at Hogwarts, or the behind-the-scenes operator of a technological revolution, even if he is good at grasping the big picture and letting go of the small details, he cannot avoid hard work.

There were only a few days in his life when he could spend the whole day training and studying magic.

With the complete resolution of Sirius Black's prison escape, teaching at Hogwarts returned to normal, and many plans that were originally difficult to carry out due to Dementors and castle controls were put on the agenda.

For example, the cooperative visits with two sister schools in America, Castrobus and Ilvermorny, and the various preliminary coordination and arrangements for the Five Schools Championship. These things seemed to have nothing to do with him, but in the end, some tasks fell on his shoulders to a certain extent.

Invited to two schools to complete two open courses on ancient magic.

Visit Romania to inspect Fire Dragon, which is on the project shortlist.

There was also a selfish arrangement for Professor McGonagall - to complete a paper on permanent transfiguration for Transfiguration Today.

With several things mixed up, plus the weekly lesson preparation, teaching, tutoring, and cramming for the fifth and seventh grade exams, there is not much time left for training.

Not to mention there are always unexpected situations.

For example, he studied the life forms of false gods with Inès, worked with Regulus to crack the magic of Slytherin's locket, went to Beauxbatons to give Im special training, and even took time out of his busy schedule to go to Albania for Helena and find a necklace in the forest where she hid things.

After a period of hustle and bustle, the second month of 1994 passed quietly.

It was not until she woke up on the morning of March 3st that Lynn realized the passage of time and the fact that she seemed to have not had a good rest since Valentine's Day.

Even the Sundays that we agreed to spend leisurely with Miss Dufei every week were no exception, and were filled with off-campus work such as "negotiating new product development funds with the fairy Yie".

This gave him a slight sense of crisis, although the considerate Euphemia said nothing about it.

"We can't keep going on like this!"

He clenched his fists and scribbled down his schedule for the week in his notebook.

[I went home on Saturday night and went to Diagon Alley to buy ice cream and cake in advance]

It turned out that Lynn's idea was correct.

When he returned home with the ice cream and cake that he had carefully selected to suit Miss Fei's taste, he was greeted by an exceptionally sumptuous candlelight dinner and an indulgent land of tenderness.

Even the busiest life needs some spice, just like adding a little seasoning to overly bland food.

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When he returned to school refreshed, his research and training in magic progressed rapidly.

Although the most important Transfiguration and Rune magic were still a little lacking, in less than a month, he had successfully mastered the second seventh-level magic, the Iron Armor Spell.

This was a terrifying speed that would make everyone drop their jaws if anyone told them about it, but it was a secret between the two of them. Even Dumbledore, who often met Lynn, didn't notice it.

Lynn had thought that such a busy and fulfilling life would continue until the Easter holidays, at an intensity and regularity to which he had now adapted, but plans always fail to keep up with changes.

On Thursday afternoon, after the seventh grade NEWTs class ended, Percy asked a few insightful questions as usual, while Doris continued to play with fire in the corner - half practicing, half showing off her increasingly advanced fusion magic to Penelope.

Everything was the same as usual. Lynn arranged the club activities for Friday night and asked Percy to make the preliminary preparations and gather the people, then watched several people leave one after another.

After tidying up a bit, he strolled back to the office, preparing to study the magic in the golden cup before dinner. Having mastered the seventh-level magic, he had a deeper understanding of Helga's research and had more ideas of his own.

Unfortunately, before he could even catch his breath, an owl arrived with a bulging letter.

When I opened it, I saw dense and slightly sloppy Russian writing inside, and a thick stack of photos, some of which were clear, some were blurry, some were moving, and some were still.

This is a letter from Dmitry, and its content is about another important task that Lynn entrusted him to complete.

[Find and recruit former magic scholars who lost their jobs due to the dissolution of the Magic Committee, as well as Muggle scientists who are in the same predicament]

This task has a higher priority than even establishing and operating a Russian branch of the Starlight Group.

Judging from the results, Dmitri's work was very effective. In just a few months, he recruited nearly a hundred outstanding scholars, most of whom were wizards, and a few Muggle scientists who believed in them.

This also reveals from one aspect the tragic social situation in the area - especially for researchers in basic theoretical disciplines who are not given much attention in peacetime.

Whether in wizarding or Muggle society, these scholars who are obsessed with niche subjects and lack the skills to survive in troubled times are the most tragic victims of social unrest.

This is also the main reason why Dmitry is willing to cooperate with Lynn in relief and recruitment.

Survival is the material prerequisite for all other needs.

But now, many of them are facing a crisis of survival - not only economic difficulties, but also the crises brought about by social unrest.

Even with Lynn's intimidation, they dared not do anything out of line, but this did not mean that Dmitry's work would go smoothly.

The power class represented by Kozlov, including the former Magic Committee and the current Provisional Ministry of Magic, has completely lost control of the country's wizarding society.

They simply grabbed wealth and allowed the situation to get out of control in Moscow and St. Petersburg.

Chaos itself is the biggest obstacle. Incompetence and greed are the root causes of everything.

"Phew... Looks like I need to go talk to Dumbledore."

After reading the letter word by word, Lin En exhaled slowly, took out his two-way mirror from his pocket, and tapped it lightly.

"I'll be going to Russia later. Dmitri is having some troubles and has run out of funds. Maybe I'll have to go to the International Confederation of Wizards first."

After a while, Euphemia's voice came from the other side of the two-way mirror: "Understood, do you need me to accompany you? I'm afraid those people are not so easy to talk to."

"I'll ask Dumbledore to accompany me. He can't continue to live his life muddled by touching that black stone like the old man next door." Lynn shook his head. "Contact Arthur and Victor. There are more people who need to be resettled than expected, and the conflict may be protracted. Let them be prepared."

Euphemia ended the call without saying anything else, and Lynn got up and left, heading straight for the principal's office.

Powerful force is a weapon that is powerful enough to break and reshape the rules. It is the cornerstone of all power and an unshirkable responsibility that cannot be changed by human will.

Chapter 321 Chaos is the soil for change (Part )

Two days later, on the streets of Kirov, Lynn, disguised as Muggles, walked side by side with Dumbledore.

Wearing a slim black long trench coat, Lynn's slender figure was clearly visible, but it was not very eye-catching on the streets of Russia.

There is no shortage of tall and strong Eastern European men here. Perhaps the only difference between them is whether their clothes are decent or not - although most of them are not ragged, they look very shabby.

It's not just the clothes themselves, but also the temperament of the people who wear them on the street.

They were decadent and depressed, and many of them reeked of alcohol. It was clearly morning, but the air was filled with a gloomy mood.

"Seeing is believing, Principal, do you understand what I mean now?" This was not the first time that Lin En had seen such a scene. Compared with many countries he had visited, this place still maintained its last bit of decency.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, tightened his coat, and said in a deep voice: "I met Kozlov at the meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards. I didn't expect that in just a few years, this country, from Muggles to wizards, has become like this."

"That's why I asked you to come with me. Some things can't be treated as if they didn't happen or don't exist just by staying in Britain and Hogwarts."

Lin En turned his head and glanced, and several teenagers who had originally wanted to steal the wallet from the side were scared and fled in all directions. "You are not exercising self-discipline now, but letting the current situation deteriorate."

"I don't deny it, but I hope you know that power is also a poison."

Dumbledore seemed unwilling to look at the sight of this place, which could still be considered a "big city", so he grabbed Lynn's arm and Apparated with him.

In just a few moments, they had landed on the streets of Moscow - not far away was the office building of the Russian branch of the Starlight Group. Everything was in good order, with well-trained security guards standing at the door, some of whom were former strikers and Aurors, and some were recently recruited.

"Generous treatment, stable expectations, and security for the whole family." Lin En did not dwell on the previous question with him. Instead, he pointed at the wizards coming in and out and said, "This is the only reason why their appearance is different from most companies and organizations in this country. The power of material and respect."

Dumbledore understood his implication and nodded. "This kind of order is created by force and Galleons. It is unstable and has a small scope. We need a more permanent and extensive order here. At present, neither Kozlov nor the International Confederation of Wizards can establish such an order."

"Let's put their abilities aside. At least none of them have the subjective will to establish order. Kozlov and his political opponents only want to make money, and the International Confederation of Wizards' office would prefer to have more than one party."

"Although it's a bit harsh, I think you're right." Dumbledore sighed and looked up at the former Auror who had walked out of the company's door. "I should talk to them, so I won't disturb you from catching up. See you later."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's figure disappeared in a flash. Lin En knew that he was most likely heading back to Paris - after the field visit, he must have a lot to say.

Although Lynn would not have much expectation for his execution and determination, nor would he have any unrealistic fantasies about the rigid structure that was so rotten that it was only capable of maintaining the status quo.

However, this does not prevent him from predicting the opponent's actions and making targeted adjustments and arrangements.

"I'm a little late, Dmitri." He just stepped forward and shook hands with Dmitri, who still didn't know whether he was a friend or a partner. "As you can see, I showed Dumbledore around. At least he won't be a hindrance."

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Minister of Magic Kozlov received the news of Lynn's entry into the Starlight Group branch that afternoon, and his political opponents were also well-informed.

But when they all arrived here at the same time, they were met with a cold reception.

"I'm sorry, Captain Mihaylov and Mr. Eric have already left. If there's anything important, I'll pass it on."