Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Feeling a little shy for some reason, the thin-skinned Miss Fei started to act like an ostrich again, hiding herself in the quilt.

Even she herself couldn't figure out which nerve was misplaced that made her so proactive.

Did she drink too much? No, even if Amanda and the others joined forces, they would not be her match in terms of drinking capacity.

Then it can only be...not!

As she regained consciousness, what happened at noon emerged in her mind with extreme clarity, making her blush.

Immersed in her own world, she didn't notice that Lin En, who said he was leaving, had no intention of getting up. Instead, he stood up with interest and looked at the rare scenery.

It was a long time before she felt the warmth beside her and timidly poked her head out from under the quilt.

"Although I don't think it's necessary for an old married couple, I have to say that I particularly like the way you are now."

Lin En spoke seriously, but before he finished speaking he dodged and avoided the shy and resentful little fist, and then the pillow.

Just when Euphemia thought he was going to run away, he did the opposite and came closer again, bent down, kissed her pink neck, and let out a satisfied cry.

"This is the best reward! My hard work these days has not been in vain~!"

"You - humph! Smooth talk! I'm not a prize... woooo!" The unfinished words were interrupted.

It looks like this weekend will pass rather slowly - or quickly.

Chapter 345 Peeves

Monday, May 5, Hogwarts Castle.

In the library in the morning, Lynn, who came to help his girlfriend look up information, met Harry and Ron who were worried about their Transfiguration homework.

"Uncle Eric, why are you dressed so warmly today? Aren't you hot?"

Ron, who was straightforward, blurted out after looking at his robe which was already hot enough and then at Lynn who was wearing a high-necked windbreaker which was unusual for him.

Next to the adjacent bookshelf, Harry, who was holding a book called "Animal Transfiguration Methods and Cases", also cast a puzzled look.

Although he didn't say anything, he obviously had the same question as his good brother - if Hogwarts didn't have school rules, they would have wanted to run around in short-sleeved shirts right now, not to mention adding more clothes.

"Ahem! I have a bit of a cold lately." Lynn coughed a few times, subconsciously tightened her clothes, and interrupted, "What are you busy with? Professor McGonagall's coursework? You're not asking Hermione for help. This doesn't seem like your style."

Upon hearing this, Harry's face immediately turned into a small bitter melon, while Ron's turned into a big bitter melon.

"Don't mention it, Professor..." Harry said gloomily, "Hermione has been ignoring both of us since last week."

"That's right! Every time I see her, she's either in class or writing and drawing on a pile of parchment!" Ron was indignant.

Lynn then remembered that because Doris and Percy had to prepare for the NEWTs exams, and she was busy going home every day to make midnight snacks for Euphemia, who was working day and night, all the test papers and homework were piled on her reliable and somewhat pitiful assistant.

This made him, who was very thick-skinned, feel a little embarrassed and guilty - perhaps.

Once upon a time, he had solemnly declared that he was definitely not a teacher who exploited his students, but... an assistant like Hermione who was hardworking, smart and efficient would indeed make every professor fall into a vortex of laziness.

Just like no one can refuse Miss Fei, this is a rule more unshakable than Gamp's basic law of transformation.

After silently mourning for about 0.01 seconds for the two young people who had no homework to copy or special tutoring because of him, Lin En put on a professor's posture and said seriously:

"You should do your homework by yourself. Can Hermione let you copy your homework and help you with the exam?"

"Oh……"

The two little lions who had originally hoped to find sympathy suddenly turned into eggplants hit by frost and were unable to recover.

“But,” seeing that he had successfully fooled the two brothers, Lin En changed the subject and said, “I also know that you have a heavy burden this year. Tell me, what’s the problem?”

This method of giving a slap in the face and then giving a sweet reward was the most effective for dealing with young boys. It made them immediately forget about the problem of Lynn's clothing today. They came forward from the left and right, chattering about the doubtful and difficult points in Mag's homework.

It took nearly half an hour for the two brothers, who had limited theoretical knowledge, to feel satisfied. They swept away the gloom they had when they came and walked towards the classroom for their next class with high spirits.

He didn't notice that Lynn was staring at Harry's back.

His expression was rarely serious, as if he had encountered a difficult problem that he had to solve when he was a student.

"Soul... the magic of love..."

After the two walked away, Lynn scratched his head, put away the Hogwarts books that Euphemia was going to use, and continued walking towards the restricted area - there were a lot of good things there.

As a bargaining chip for Euphemia to obtain the Ravenclaw Notebook, he must pay more attention to Harry.

After all, he considered himself a respectable man, and respectable people would not easily break their promises or deliberately cheat.

Especially when it comes to innocent people.

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Starting with Harry and Ron, in the Great Hall at noon, in the corridors in the afternoon, and in the headmaster's office at night, everyone was paying attention to his clothes.

Especially the smiling Dumbledore.

"It looks like you and Euphemia had a very pleasant weekend," said the frivolous old bee.

The silverware placed on the table in the corner emitted wisps of smoke that obscured the amusement in the eyes of the crooked-nosed old man, but could not hide the ridicule and mockery in his words.

Lynn was too lazy to argue with him, so he raised his hand and several books on spiritual magic and the nature of the soul fell on the table.

"I'm very busy and I have to go back to make supper tonight. Let's make the best use of the time to discuss - and find the books about Horcruxes and soul division in the Chamber of Secrets."

His tone was harsh and somewhat annoyed, which made Dumbledore's smile even brighter.

"Don't be so anxious, Lin En, it's just a joke." The old man raised his lips, "We still have to wait for a guest. Once it arrives here, the real research can begin."

"it?"

"Yes, you are very familiar with it." Dumbledore said meaningfully, then pointed with his finger, "Ah, here it comes."

Before he could finish his words, a ghost in shackles floated in from outside the door, with a struggling kid clamped on his arm.

"The Bloody Baron, and... Peeves?"

Lin En frowned slightly, "What kind of trick is this?"

"Thank you for bringing Peeves here, Barrow." Dumbledore did not answer his question, but nodded politely to the Slytherin house ghost.

"Nothing, Headmaster." Barrow said hoarsely, and then slowly put Peeves beside him. "Then I'll leave Peeves to you. I'll go back first."

"Hey! Don't leave me here alone!"

The little guy who was thrown away was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He was also full of fear of Dumbledore and Lynn, especially Lynn.

More than ten years ago, when Lin En was still in school, this prank expert had fallen into his hands more than once. His half-real, half-virtual body allowed him to move freely in front of other people, but he always failed in front of Lin En.

There was even one time when he was hung at the castle gate for several days under a strange binding spell.

This left a huge psychological shadow on Peeves, who was just a patchwork of the spirit and memories of naughty students and whose mind was far from mature, and it has not dissipated for so many years.

Seeing that Bloody Baron was about to leave, it followed him at once, but was stopped by a look. It could only sit on the ground with grievance, looking as if its life and death were in the hands of fate.

"Is that Peeves the guest you're talking about? I don't think he can be of any help to our research."

After Barrow left, Lynn crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes moving back and forth between Old Bee and Peeves, full of distrust.

"It is Peeves." Dumbledore nodded. He tapped the Elder Wand lightly and made it fall into a coma. It fell limply to the ground without any extra movement. "It is very special."

“I know it’s special, but what’s the point?”

"I think it may contain the secret of a soul and spirit interlocked with each other - different from the kind of Horcruxes."

Dumbledore put down his wand and crossed his hands, moving his long fingers slightly.

"Mutual integration..." Lynn chewed on this conjecture, his eyes focused on Peeves, who was obviously much more solid than the other ghosts. "Are you talking about the spirits of those troublemakers?"

"Magic is all sorts of things, just like a Hufflepuff lady could find a way to split a soul without killing someone."

"...This is indeed an interesting idea." Lin En pondered for a moment and nodded, "How to study it?"

"Not urgent."

Dumbledore waved his hand like a magician, and the dark magic books that were supposed to rot quietly in the headmaster's secret room fell on the table and were placed together with the books that Lynn borrowed.

"I have many conjectures that need to be verified slowly."

Chapter 346 The Diversity and Uniqueness of the Soul

Life in this world is full of wonders, and the magical world is even more bizarre than the non-magical secular world.

Humans, beasts, magical animals, dark magical creatures, artificial creatures, humanoid intelligent creatures... a variety of biological categories form the basis of diversity.

There are many secrets among these creatures, especially about the soul which is the most mysterious - because that is another dimension.

From tiny creatures like the Poliwag to giant killers like the Dementors, to evil monsters like the Pentapods created by human magical experiments, no one can explain the source of the souls of these strange creatures.

Especially the five-legged monster and the soul-eater, one is a man-made black magic creature, and the other can split on its own. They are weird from any angle.

But no one can deny that they are living beings, and they possess quite high intelligence and almost all life instincts.

These special lives and their special souls have been the research objects of many ambitious people throughout the ages, and represent one of the cutting-edge directions of black magic research, especially soul research.

The other direction is ghosts.

If the secret of the former is where the soul comes from, the secret of the latter is where it will go.

And between the two, the unique individual is Peeves, who is lying on the carpet at this moment.

It is not a life because it has neither real flesh nor magic power, nor does it have the concept of life and death.

But it's not exactly a ghost, because apart from being unable to leave the school, it is completely different from other ghosts.

It has a body that seems real but is not, a life form that is hard to tell whether it is real or fake, and a soul that has no reference.

This is another form of spirit, the poltergeist ghost.

Dumbledore's choice of it as a window into the spiritual world was an insightful move, and one that no previous principals or professors, including the founder, had ever tried.

Even Lin En asked with some concern: "Are you sure you want to use it for experiments? This guy is quite popular."

"It won't hurt it. We'll just analyze it and won't interfere with its body - just like a physical examination. I went to a Muggle hospital in London for a checkup a few days ago."

"Well, if that's the case, then I have no objection." Lynn nodded and also drew out his wand. "Where do I start, Mr. Principal, who is likely to have diabetes?"

"Allow me to counter that I do not have diabetes and am in very good health - except that the doctor said I may have too much fat and sugar in my blood vessels."

Dumbledore said nervously, his old face full of rare seriousness, like an old cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Okay...let's get down to business."

"I always feel that your current thoughts are a bit rude, but you are right, we can't let Peeves sleep for too long."

Dumbledore shrugged, and the Elder Wand burst into light, like an invisible flame that dyed Peeves' body red.

The silvery-white soul body became transparent under the light, revealing countless large and small light spots, just like dragon fruit seeds.

"Lin En, now please use your spell that can heal mental damage. I want to observe its changes."

"...As you wish." Lynn paused, then pointed the hawthorn wand at the drastically changing Peeves. "In the name of Igor, Green Soul!"

The emerald green magic light penetrated Dumbledore's spell, landed accurately on Peeves and went straight into his body.

A dream-like scene appeared before their eyes.

Every point of light on Peeves' body was completely stimulated by magic, expanding to the extreme, layer upon layer.

It was brilliant mental power and countless thoughts, like a mountain of stacked building blocks, towering into the clouds.

They form a strange picture, which seems to be a disordered arrangement, but also seems to follow some special rules.

The thoughts of countless students since the founding of Hogwarts burst out, just like a big net with Peeves as the center, covering Dumbledore and Lynn.

Dense voices rose and fell, and seemed to converge into a soul that was not a soul - Lin En even heard a voice that sounded very much like his own in a trance.

Yes, he was not honest when he was in school.

The same is probably true for Dumbledore, otherwise he would not have gotten together with Grindelwald back then.

A thousand years is an extremely long time scale. The thoughts of tens of thousands of students are integrated under some special magical effect and finally condensed into a huge entity.

He was sure that was the source of Peeves's current personality, a mixture of humor and harmless malice.

This is also the patent that belongs only to students, or more precisely, young people who have not yet fully matured.

He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and saw the same thoughts and judgments in the other's eyes as himself.