Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

It may not be very fast, but it is free and easy to do.

Most importantly, it is shockingly stable.

But no one noticed, including Dumbledore.

Not only that, because of the two incidents involving Black and Hagrid, the relationship between the two became much more harmonious, and they would even have afternoon tea together in the principal's office from time to time - of course, each brought their own tea and desserts and ate their own.

Today is no exception.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin En, who had no classes, walked straight past the discerning stone beast at the door and knocked on Dumbledore's door.

"Please come in."

Following the old man's cheerful voice, Lynn walked into the house filled with sweet fragrance, and the first thing she saw was a large plate of cookies.

"Good afternoon, Lynn. Would you like to try it? I'm confident about the taste this time."

Dumbledore extended a friendly invitation.

"No need, Headmaster. I have brought my own." Lynn sat down across from the desk and looked at the newspaper in the other person's hand. "Yesterday's Daily Prophet had a lot of interesting news, especially the big move by our Ministry of Magic."

"Are you talking about Umbridge? It's really surprising that she didn't replace any director, but she got the title of Senior Parliamentary Secretary out of thin air. It's quite rare. How was your day?"

Dumbledore obviously also noticed the news and nodded when he heard it.

It seemed that he had not received any advance information from Fudge.

This may be more eye-catching than the title of "Senior Parliamentary Secretary (Senior Deputy Minister)".

Lin En smiled meaningfully and continued Dumbledore's words, "Everything is normal. It's just that the fifth and seventh grade students need to pay more attention to their review. Professor Marchbank is not easy to deal with."

"Indeed, she is a very difficult old lady." Dumbledore agreed, "Especially since your grades were so good last year, she will definitely increase the difficulty, but it doesn't affect you, right?"

"The level of students in these two grades is good, there won't be any problems."

"Who do you think will be the warrior next year? I would feel more at ease if Miss Foley was still here, but unfortunately she is about to graduate, and the sixth grade is inferior after all."

"Cedric, the most suitable candidate." Lynn took out a small cake, scooped a small piece with a spoon and put it in his mouth. "70% chance, I mean winning."

"You have so much confidence in him?"

"Of course, no one can threaten him except Delacour."

"Then I feel relieved." Dumbledore put his hand on his beard, "I hope Harry can grow up as smoothly as him."

"Hmm? I knew you had bad intentions." Lin En put on a poker face. "That kid's aptitude is indeed good, but it doesn't quite fit my style. You can take him to practice in person and do some in-depth research on the soul fragment in his head."

Dumbledore sighed, "I have observed for a long time, and their souls have not merged, but it is still very tricky. Unfortunately, I am not as good at these as you and Lily."

"My dear headmaster, please allow me to remind you that I have destroyed five Horcruxes." Lynn grinned, "Are you going to let me kill the noseless old man by myself?"

"Of course not. I'll do my best - especially against Tom, but I'll need your wisdom. You're a true expert in medical and mental magic."

"...Harry's situation goes beyond this scope - the soul splitting is just the result of the Killing Curse being rebounded by the ancient magic used by Lily. I only have an immature guess."

"No problem, I can accept it." Dumbledore crossed his fingers, rested his elbows on the table, and looked sincere.

"Voldemort's soul must be destroyed. The only way to do this is to destroy half of it and keep the other half." Lynn held up her plastic spoon. "But you know how difficult and risky this is."

Of course Dumbledore knew, and understood better than anyone the irreversible damage caused by a damaged soul. It was like destroying a Horcrux but retaining its carrier, only it was countless times more difficult.

He subconsciously touched the resurrection stone on the ring.

The first legendary white wizard in history who once possessed three Deathly Hallows was in a dilemma.

There was a long silence, neither of them spoke, only the occasional sound of Lynn sipping coffee could be heard.

"Everything I'm going to say next is just speculation. It's not verified. Just treat it as a casual chat among friends." Dumbledore took a sip of honey water.

"can."

"Have you ever heard of Lily's magic of love?"

"I've heard a little bit about it, but my relationship with Lily is not that good, especially after she got together with James Potter. We only occasionally communicate with each other about our magical research."

"As far as I know," said Dumbledore slowly, "you used to meet quarterly at Horace's club - not the school one, but his own."

Lin En narrowed her eyes slightly. "That was before 1979. After that, she stopped attending such gatherings. We even stopped communicating."

"Because her situation has become very dangerous since that year." Dumbledore sighed, "But I know that she has been conducting her own research on ancient magic. Horace is right. She is the most talented wizard after Tom, especially in the field of emotional and mental magic."

"So I have always respected her, and so does Fei." Lin En pursed her lips and had no expression. "But her and I have different research directions after all. I can only give you one sentence, which she said back then. Magic was not created for fighting, it is an extension of man."

"...Perhaps this sentence is the code to unlock the spell." Dumbledore's blue eyes showed a slight mist, "I really want to protect their child."

"Maybe, who knows?"

Lynn leaned back without comment, and there was a long silence.

Dumbledore was speaking from the heart, and it was hard to tell whether it was out of guilt or out of love for the Potters - Lynn was certain that he had a preference for James Potter, and it was undisguised.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for this kind of person to become the president of the Student Union for no reason - this arrangement caused an uproar back then.

The experienced Dumbledore soon realized his gaffe and Lynn's disgust. He adjusted his glasses and said in a weak tone that almost no one had heard:

"I would like you to study this magic with me. You are the one who knows this magic best by far."

The headmaster's portrait and the Sorting Hat fell into deathly silence. Only the phoenix flew out and landed on Lynn's shoulder, spreading its gorgeous feathers, transmitting gentle warmth, and rubbing his cheek affectionately.

"This is beyond the scope of small talk, Principal." After thinking for a moment, Lin En curled his lips, his eyes intriguing, "Should I regard it as an order or something else?"

"Just a personal request from me."

“In that case…” Lynn stretched out her tone, “After all, I am Harry’s teacher and a former friend of Lily Evans. It is only natural for me to lend a hand.”

Dumbledore had just breathed a sigh of relief when Linn's next words made his pupils tremble.

"But," Lin En said, changing the subject, "help should be mutual, right?"

"What do you want?" asked Dumbledore.

"It's not me, but Euphemia." Lynn cut off another small piece of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth with a full piece of cream. "I request that the headmaster's secret room be opened again so that she can accept Rowena Ravenclaw's inheritance test."

Chapter 342 The inheritance of Ravenclaw

The next morning, Euphemia arrived from Beauxbatons in a low-key manner.

Although what Linn proposed was completely beyond Dumbledore's expectations, he had no reason from any angle and could only acquiesce on the grounds that "the founder's notebook will make its own choice."

Before this, Lin En had been planning this for a long time, and the reality was just as he expected.

As the Horcruxes are destroyed one by one, Harry, the "Horcrux that is not a Horcrux", will inevitably come into his sight, and he will no longer be able to pretend not to see it.

Even waiting until today to have a showdown during afternoon tea was beyond Lynn's expectations in terms of time - the elderly Dumbledore was not that decisive.

But no matter what the process is, the result will not deviate in any way. This has been settled since the day Lin En received the authority bestowed by Helga. It is only a matter of time.

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Without disturbing anyone, Euphemia went straight to Lynn's living room. In just a few words, she grasped all the details in the two-way mirror that were difficult to explain at the moment.

I can’t say I felt any surprise, but it was the founder’s notebook after all.

Even Euphemia, who rarely showed her emotions, felt excited and a little nervous - although she had actually been recognized by Rowena, it was not settled after all.

The fair and flawless face was slightly tense, and the originally soft lines became a little stiff.

The delicate eyelashes flutter from time to time, conveying the mood with the slightest changes.

"Let's go over there now," she said dryly, taking Lynn's hand.

"Of course, I am also curious about what Rowena left behind. Maybe there will be a lot of magic that is more advanced than what you have learned. After all, she has always been good at creation."

Lin En held his girlfriend's hand with a little force to calm her fluctuating emotions, and also felt the coolness brought by the slight sweat.

Before the little wizards got up, the two had already climbed the stairs and arrived at Dumbledore's office, where they saw him, neatly dressed and well prepared.

"Welcome, Lynn and Euphemia." The old man said with a smile, and stepped aside to make way for Lynn, motioning for him to solve the problem himself.

Standing in front of the bookshelf without any trace of mechanism, Lynn looked up and recalled the scene before Christmas in 1992. Every scene appeared clearly in front of his eyes, as if it happened yesterday.

Without any extra words, he drew out his wand, and as Euphemia forced herself to remain silent, he tapped it lightly on an ordinary book, and a flash of magic appeared.

"Rumble..."

A familiar and heavy sound was heard, and after a roar, the bookshelves split to both sides, revealing a dim and narrow secret room - and those books that were either worn out or brand new.

This is the prerogative of the founder, who at all times has authority equivalent to that of the principal.

They are the masters of the castle, and it was so a thousand years ago, and it will be so a thousand years later.

"You can accept the inheritance now, Fei, I'll be outside."

Lynn said softly, then let go of her girlfriend's hand and stood alone outside the narrow door.

Just like Dumbledore did before, he blocked out the light and sight outside.

The crystal blue light dispelled the darkness, and among the silent Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, after more than a year, Rowena Ravenclaw's notebook was activated again and she woke up slowly.

The difference is that this time it has no competitors.

The white and soft hand slowly raised up and pressed on the blue and bronze eagle logo.

At the same time, a sigh sounded in the hearts of Lynn and Dumbledore.

The next moment, a silver-white figure seemed to appear out of thin air and hovered between the two of them.

It is the consciousness of Rowena Ravenclaw.

Feeling the call from the notebook, she had already woken up and could no longer pretend to be asleep, so she had to show up.

"It is so..." Rowena's deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the wall. Seeing Euphemia lying motionless in the secret room, she said calmly, "Helga is cunning enough."

She looked around the room and saw Dumbledore bowing to her, the Sorting Hat almost screaming with surprise, and the previous headmasters with different expressions on the wall.

Except for the two or three oldest ones, everyone here saw her for the first time.

Although it is not a real person, it is almost the same.

After a brief silence, there was a burst of noise that was extremely rare in history.

It was hard for the headmasters to keep calm, especially the old headmasters who were from Ravenclaw.

Only Phineas Black seemed unimpressed, but no one cared.

He was as popular with the headmasters as Snape was with the professors.

"Ms. Ravenclaw, it is so nice to hear your voice again."

When the noise died down, Dumbledore spoke politely but with a slight distance, his tone calm.

"Hello, current headmaster, Godric's successor." Rowena's attitude was similar to his, even more distant. "My successor will need about half an hour. During this time, can I be alone with Lin En? I have something else to say to him."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, but quickly regained his composure.

"Sure, I'll be back later."

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Dumbledore left his room, and the portrait on the wall remained still under the magic, only the Sorting Hat was still grinning in the cabinet.

"I'm a little surprised that you didn't actually accept my inheritance yourself."

After a brief eye contact, Rowena spoke first, "Is my knowledge so unattractive?"

"Of course not, Rowena." Lynn smiled and shook her head, "It's just that I think Fei is a more suitable candidate than me. Don't you think so? She is more suitable for Ravenclaw than me."

"This is not a multiple-choice question, young man. You are just making a sophistry."

"She and I are one and the same, and human energy is limited, so why repeat ourselves? And I have every confidence that she can carry forward your knowledge and go further in the future."

"...It seems that you two really have a good relationship." Rowena sighed, "Well, I won't discuss this kind of thing that will make me unhappy with you. Helga is lucky. I can almost imagine what this guy will say to you before he falls asleep - including what happened when I woke up."

"You two are indeed best friends." Lynn complimented. "Helga feels very sorry that she didn't meet you before she fell into deep sleep. It's my responsibility. We were not in Hogwarts at the time."

"Hmph... She wouldn't want to see me." Rowena snorted, her expression becoming more lively and active, the way it was when facing a friend. "But it doesn't matter, there's still a lot of time. There's probably no one in the world with a deeper background than her - including the one who left."

Lin En smiled and said, "I agree with this. Helga's accumulation is unfathomable."

"I knew you would say that. Forget it, let's not talk about her. Aren't you curious why I didn't summon you after I woke up?" Rowena felt a little sad about the Hufflepuff heir's honesty. She changed her attitude and looked at him testingly.

Lin En thought for a moment and said calmly, "I think you will tell us when the opportunity arises. Otherwise, even if we ask, we won't get any results or answers. Moreover, as the most intelligent of the four founders, your actions must have profound meaning."

Rowena stared at him for a long time before a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.