Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Only then did he notice that his son was in a state of panic. His face, which was naturally pale, looked as white as snow in winter.

He turned his head to look at Lin En, only to see him chatting and laughing with Euphemia and the little wizards of Hogwarts as if nothing had happened. He was still as gentle and polite as usual, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

At this moment, Newt's voice seemed to have crossed the distant time and space and reached his ears.

The experienced Magizoologist did not argue the point of view of the agent hired by the Malfoy family at all, but stood firmly on the position of Draco Malfoy's initial provocation without any hesitation or lack of confidence.

This in itself represents a clear subtext, representing absolute confidence in this physical evidence - Lucius himself knows this, and he knows very well what his son did when he was so confused.

At the same time, he also knew how many clauses and interpretations of the Magical Creatures Protection Act, which was written by Newt himself, were applicable to the present moment, and the ancient precedents were outdated in the 20th century.

He subconsciously held Draco's hand and felt a chill, which was caused by fear.

Perhaps it was just a short moment, or perhaps it was a while later, but it couldn't be too long, because before Newt finished his speech, he saw several staff members coming out of the door with metal boxes and walking to Fudge and Bones.

From the expression of Roman, Eric's mouthpiece who was following them, he could be sure that the evidence here must be very unfavorable to his side, which forced him to turn his attention to the agent he hired with a large sum of money, a very famous litigant.

But this time, he only got the same helpless and slightly surprised look. Obviously, the agent was powerless to do anything about it. After all, this was a public hearing, not a deal in a back room.

Amelia Bones had already received the situation report written on parchment and handed it to Fudge beside her. Both of them looked unhappy, but Dumbledore was smiling.

About half a minute later, Bones stood up and raised his hand to signal Newt, who was describing the incident of a Chimaera in 1973, to pause for a moment, causing the congressmen who were listening with great interest to sigh with regret.

"Excuse me, I have to interrupt the defendant's statement." The serious and unsympathetic lady said in a voice that brooked no argument. "According to the defendant's request, we have examined the physical evidence provided by Mr. Scamander, and now announce the results of the examination."

She shook the parchment report in her hand, looked at Victor who had returned to his previous seat, and Newt who had stopped with a smile, and prepared to start reading.

"Wait a moment, Ms. Bones!"

Just before she spoke again, Lucius, who had gone through countless ideological struggles, stood up.

"Do you have anything additional to say, plaintiff?"

"Yes, ma'am, and all the Wizengamot members." Lucius remained polite and reserved, but his face turned pale. "After hearing what Mr. Newt said just now, I think it is indeed disgraceful to hold a magical creature responsible. We have decided to withdraw the lawsuit."

As soon as these words were spoken, the judge's seat filled with Wizengamot councillors was suddenly in an uproar, and many people cast dissatisfied and sarcastic glances at him. Anyone with a discerning eye could see what was going on.

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked to Amelia and said, "Considering that the Board of Directors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has already investigated this attack, the trial of the case now depends on the appeals of both the plaintiff and the defendant. Mr. Malfoy, are you sure you want to withdraw the lawsuit?"

As he spoke, he did not forget to glance in the direction of Dumbledore and Lynn respectively. After receiving the confirmed information, he showed a long-lost relaxed expression.

This was in stark contrast to the look on Lucius Malfoy's face.

"Yes, Mr. Minister, I am sure." He stared at the air in front of him, narrowing his cold gray eyes. "We have decided to withdraw the case against the Hippogriff."

Fudge turned around with satisfaction and said, "Defendant, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid, and attorney Mr. Newt Scamander, what do you two think?"

"I..." Hagrid stuttered a little and was held down by Lynn.

"We agree with Mr. Malfoy's decision to protect his precious personal privacy." Newt said meaningfully, and shook the unfinished speech in his hand with regret. "In fact, I really want to discuss the follow-up of the Chimera attack with you congressmen, but it seems that there is no chance."

The Wizengamot members who were on good terms with him laughed in good faith, and even Amelia had a barely perceptible smile on her face.

"Well, there will be a chance later, maybe we can visit you privately." Fudge said politely and affectionately, "Since the prosecution and the defense have reached an agreement, the charges are dropped, and the prosecution of the Hippogriff attack is not established!"

"That's great." Dumbledore, the chief wizard, stood up first and said happily. Then hundreds of Wizengamot members also stood up, sorting out the documents while talking - this result was much better than they expected, saving at least half a day's time.

Hagrid seemed relieved. All the strength in his mountain-like body seemed to be drained away in an instant. He collapsed in his seat and was about to cry.

Hermione and the other two looked at Lynn hesitantly, then gathered together to comfort their good friend. No one seemed to notice them, except for Lucius Malfoy, who was pulling his son away quickly.

Those grey eyes frightened the young wizards a little, but it was only for a moment before the father and son and their agent hurriedly left the scene, unable to stay there for even a second longer.

They came in with great arrogance and fled in disgrace when they left. For the Malfoy family, who attached great importance to reputation and dignity, today's hearing was a rare humiliation in many years. But they took the initiative to bring humiliation upon themselves, which was even more unacceptable.

"Professor, this is so... Professor?"

Hermione was about to talk to Lynn, but she found that her professor had disappeared in the blink of an eye. When she looked again, she saw him and his two friends approaching Mr. Scamander.

There were also Minister Fudge and Director Bones who presided over the hearing. Dumbledore also took off his purple robe and walked over there with a smile.

"They are all big shots..." The little witch sighed sincerely, alarming Ron.

"What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Huh? Oh... nothing, I just think today went so well, I want to congratulate Hagrid!"

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"Thanks for showing mercy this time, otherwise the Malfoy family would have lost face." Fudge in the audience was no longer as serious as when he presided over the meeting. It was also nothing like the unpleasant experience he had with Lynn a few months ago. He looked as happy as old friends chatting.

"I don't like Lucius Malfoy, but this involves children who are not yet adults. We must always take into account some reputation and influence. I believe you think so, right, Minister?"

Newt's smile was somewhat intriguing, but it was nothing to Fudge, who had long since developed a thick skin. He quickly changed the subject with a few words. Dumbledore also joined in the conversation at an appropriate time, and the conversation became lively.

Up to now, although he had had disagreements of varying degrees with Fudge and knew many of the minister's dark histories, Dumbledore still chose to support him - in order to maintain stability.

Amelia Bones was no different from before, still serious.

She stood with Lynn, Victor and Euphemia, talking in low voices about the usage and effects of the magic monitoring equipment.

This new equipment, which draws inspiration from Muggle technology and takes it a step further with the help of magic, undoubtedly provides the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with new ideas for its work.

Compared to the traditional and inefficient manual patrols and law enforcement in the wizarding world for thousands of years, the new method of combining magic and technology has obviously improved efficiency and reliability.

At least it can be combined with other magic items to increase the safety factor of many key areas.

The diligent director always thinks ahead of things that Fudge doesn't pay attention to.

Chapter 338 Listening and Watching

The results of the hearing were made public that evening.

Its sudden cessation was in stark contrast to the excitement that had preceded it - even the commentary in the Daily Prophet expressed great regret about it.

It is not difficult to imagine that in order to quell public opinion, the savings in Malfoy Manor will probably be reduced again. After all, there will always be people who try to find the secrets hidden between the lines of the notice.

On the first day of the new semester, Draco Malfoy's frightened and uneasy expression also showed the extension of this embarrassment and the inevitable tense atmosphere at home.

But he had no one to talk to - especially those little snakes who helped him to perjure himself.

This made his condition worse and he was distracted in all classes until after a class on Runes and Ancient Magic.

"Draco, come with me," Lynn said, walking up to him, "bring your rune plate and class notes with you."

He took Draco back to his office.

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"Professor Eric, what are you doing..." Draco seemed a little flustered when he came back to this room which was not very familiar but definitely not unfamiliar. The memories of last year were still fresh in his mind.

He still remembered the conversation that took place here, and could even recall every word.

"Nothing, I just want to talk to you." Lynn sat opposite him calmly, waved his wand lightly, and pumpkin juice fell in front of the little wizard, "I remember you like to drink this."

"Thank you, Professor." Draco lowered his head. "Sorry..."

"Sorry? Do you think you did something wrong?"

"I...I don't know either..."

Draco stammered, his face turning red and white, "Last Saturday."

"I don't think this is your responsibility, kid." Lynn smiled, her whole body radiating relaxation, which also infected the nervous Draco. "It's not even your father's fault. It's human nature to want to vent his anger for his son. It has little to do with right and wrong in the general sense."

"But I..."

"You lied, didn't you?"

"...yes." He whispered.

Although this may not be the case subjectively, it is indeed the case in terms of results.

In other words, he couldn't change his parents' minds, nor did he have the position or willingness to say "no" to his friends. He just witnessed everything like the closest bystander.

"It's common for young people to like to compete with each other, to show off, or to be afraid of losing face. Draco, the professors won't have any prejudice against you because of such things." Lynn said in a brisk tone, "I may not be able to represent others, but I am sure that this is the case for myself. I will deal with things based on the facts, at least to the best of my ability. Of course, people are not machines, and they won't be 100% accurate."

"So what do you mean by that...?"

"You're a smart kid, and you don't stick to your guns, which is a good thing." Lynn said gently, "From what I know, you've read a lot of books in the past year. So, I haven't heard you say that word again, right?"

"Yes, sir." Draco nodded.

He felt like he was being seen through, like he couldn't tell a lie in front of the professor.

"This is a very good start. I've said before that people always trust their own eyes more than their ears - because what they hear is always not as good as what they discover themselves. Of course, discovering is not enough, you also need to think independently and find the answers to the questions."

Lynn said, “A lot of problems are actually the same, Muggle-born wizards, classmates with different opinions, or magical animals that make you want to fight - I think everything that happens will bring you different inspirations, some are positive, some are negative, but not absolute. People always have to find useful things, experiences or lessons from various events.”

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand," Draco said blankly.

"It doesn't matter, because you're still young." Lin En pointed to the pumpkin juice on the table, "At least I can be sure that you have a lot of shining points deep down in your heart. For example, last year, you took the initiative to save that girl, didn't you? Drink something while it's hot, it will get cold soon."

"You still remember this..." Draco picked up the water glass and took a big sip. The warm pumpkin juice made him feel much better.

"Of course I remember. After all, I am your teacher." Lin En said with a smile, "I think you will find the answers to many questions through your own observation and thinking sooner or later, because you have a brain and are willing to use it fully - then, try to prove it to me?"

His fingertips touched lightly to Draco's notebook and the rune plate.

It has been nearly a week since school started, and Draco has hardly used these two things. He is always in a daze in and out of class.

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When Draco came to the Great Hall for dinner, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson came over and asked him questions one after another, fearing that he would be scolded or punished by Lynn.

"Speak up, Draco. What did Professor Eric do to you?" Parkinson seemed the most anxious, shaking Draco's shoulders vigorously. "Detention? Or something else?"

"Nothing. He just...chatted with me." Draco subconsciously touched the rune metal plate in his arms. "He didn't say anything else."

There was no harsh rebuke or blame, no earnest teaching or guidance, not even any opinion-based guidance, which was far beyond his expectations.

Just before he finished drinking the pumpkin juice and left, he thought the professor would say something to him like respect, tolerance, and rationality, but in the end, he only got a few words of encouragement.

About reading and practicing rune magic.

Draco, whose mind was much deeper than that of an average person, couldn't grasp the situation, and instead started to think more proactively.

This is a quality that other Slytherins of the same age do not possess, and it is also the core reason why Lynn chose this guidance method - he has always liked education that varies from person to person.

For a young wizard like Draco, who was heavily influenced by his family and was in a very special social circle, any opinions gained directly would not mean much, because they could not compare to the subtle influence of each other.

Only information that is truly obtained through his own active exploration can be imprinted in his heart, allowing him to find answers in thinking and break or rewrite his previous views.

The essence of seeing is not as good as hearing is the way to acquire knowledge and ideas. The deeper reason lies in the huge difference between active and passive.

In this regard, Draco and Harry may be the same kind of people who have different paths but reach the same destination, and they are also the type that little wizards like Parkinson who just follow the trend cannot understand.

Draco once enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, but now he felt a little bored.

Listening to Parkinson's even somewhat flattering and fawning words, he frowned slightly, raised his rune metal plate and said, "Don't discuss this anymore, hurry up and eat. After dinner, I still have to go to the library, and then go back to the common room to do homework - I've been delayed for a long time."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and looked around.

The hall was already full of little wizards eating, including Granger, who made him jealous. She did not forget to put a book on the table even while eating, and would occasionally flip through a page or two.

At the faculty table, Lin En arrived a little later than him and was now happily chatting with a few professors.

He was sure that the other person was not looking at him, but he felt that he was always under attention.

——This doesn’t seem so bad.

Chapter 339 Lupin and Black

If life is a movie, then in Lynn's film, the Draco Malfoy incident is just one or two casual marginal shots, just like Hagrid's hearing.

Standing at different heights, the way of looking at things is completely different. What seems to be a huge matter to the person involved may be just a piece of cake for him.

But as a teacher, his perspective is not limited to himself. This is the professional ethics he has always adhered to - although most professors do not have this awareness.

He not only hopes to pass on his knowledge to the young wizards, but also hopes that they can have sound personalities and go more steadily and further in the long life of a wizard.

Including those little wizards whose fathers had many grudges against them.

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Thanks to the consistent kindness and tolerance of Harry and his two companions, the true story of the Buckbeak incident was kept secret on campus, and everyone's life returned to normal with the start of school.

Except Hagrid.

After the incident with Buckbeak, this restless half-giant didn't seem to have learned his lesson at all, and instead began to let himself go.