Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

It turns out that there is no one who doesn't like to hear good words, especially when they come from someone who he himself knows is of high standard.

Flitwick, feeling deeply moved, could not hide his smile. He immediately drew out his wand, which was obviously shorter than other wizards but just right for his body and hand shape, and waved it lightly.

There were no unnecessary steps for learning and experiencing. Having been immersed in this art for many years and with the help of fairy magic, he directly mastered this magic that spanned nearly three thousand years and soared into the sky.

"I've already guessed your first question." He looked at Lin with a smile, "About that little loophole."

"I can't hide it from you."

Lin En bowed respectfully, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This was one of the reasons why he came looking for Flitwick.

Some problems are nothing to goblins, but are chasms for wizards, while some are the opposite.

People who study magic need a pair of discerning eyes. Some are like Luna who can see into the essence of things, while others have unique observation perspectives and knowledge spectrum.

As a spell master with fairy blood, if you want to find someone who is proficient in two types of magic and can see the limitations of spells from two perspectives, the answer must be him.

This is an innate advantage and an indispensable factor in Flitwick's success in reaching his current heights.

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At the same time, outside St. Petersburg.

A fierce battle was taking place in a sparsely wooded forest.

One side was wearing the insignia of the Russian Provisional Ministry of Magic and striker-style robes, and they engaged in battle hastily and their formation was disorganized.

The identity of the other party could not be seen. The number of people was similar to that of the Ministry of Magic, but they were well-trained and their formation was strict and orderly.

Beams of magic flew everywhere, and every moment people fell on the muddy dirt road at the turn of spring and summer.

Soon, the impromptu attackers who were unable to defend themselves lost nearly half of their men in the surprise attack and fled into the forest in a panic.

They had received intelligence and intended to leave the city to attack a stronghold under Dmitry's command, but they never expected that this was a bait.

They had just left the safe city when they were caught off guard and were ambushed. By the time they reacted, a powerful anti-Apparition magic had already enveloped their heads like a cage.

Even if the strongest leaders worked together, they could not break this seemingly fragile magic.

Amid the chaos, the strikers who thought they could easily win merit were completely routed and as panic-stricken as dogs that have lost their homes.

But even so, the pursuers following closely behind them had no intention of letting them go and rushed into the forest like wolves and tigers.

"Mr. Mikhailov," the goblin in black robes looked at Dmitri beside him without any emotion as the crowd surged past him like a tide. "Our magic can probably last for an hour. We need to end the battle as soon as possible."

"Of course, my men will be able to catch them all in thirty minutes at most. Thank Lynn and Mr. Ia for me. Fairy magic is indeed amazing."

There was an unhealed scar on Dmitry's face, running across his left cheek. It wasn't very deep, nor was it disfiguring. Instead, it added some aura to his already tough appearance.

"I will definitely bring it with me. I hope we can always have a pleasant cooperation."

The goblin's face was hidden under the hood, and his expression could not be seen. Before he finished speaking, he turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

Also disappearing with him were the dozens of wizards and goblins that had surrounded him. They were all Iaie's subordinates, a powerful fighting force that had been painstakingly cultivated over many years.

This is also the reason why this Gringotts director and goblin councilor dared to seek cooperation with Lin En and compete for the position of Speaker.

After they left, Dmitri raised his hand and touched the scar that was still slightly itchy, and looked at the battlefield not far away.

It was hard to call it a battlefield; instead it seemed like a one-sided chase and escape, and a beating of a fallen dog.

The strikers who have been bullying the big cities for many years have long lost their former courage and sharpness. Although they have good magic skills, they are unable to withstand the resistance forces burning with rage for revenge.

"Maybe I've said too much." Shaking his head imperceptibly, Dmitri drew out his wand. "It won't take half an hour."

"Follow me and capture all of Kozlov's minions! Victory belongs to us!"

The black bear-like figure took the lead, like an unstoppable heavy tank, destroying everything with ease.

The flames of war spread across the vast country, bringing devastating damage and losses, but it was also inevitable that there would be no construction without destruction.

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"The fundamental difference between fairy magic and wizard magic is not the nature of the magic, but the way it is used."

In the office, Flitwick was not at all self-righteous. He waved his small wooden wand and talked freely.

"Wizards regard magical objects as living and non-living things, which makes many magics have distinct differences. For example, the levitation spell works on non-living things. Only a very few wise wizards can break through this limitation, such as our headmaster. But goblins have a completely different view on this."

"I've heard of this view." Lin En nodded. "In the eyes of fairies, everything is equal before magic. Perhaps this is why many fairy magics can transcend the rules?"

"That's right, Lynn. The most typical example is the goblin's Apparition. It's not faster than wizards, nor is it more powerful or more sophisticated." Flitwick said admiringly, "The real difference is that goblins regard all living things as equals, and use magic to cover up the differences - you can think of them as a trick."

"trick……"

Lynn silently chewed over the answer Flitwick gave, pondering it in deep thought.

Chapter 353 Venus's Silk

Flitwick did not press.

He knew very well that even for the most knowledgeable wizard, it was not easy to understand the magic of another race firsthand.

No matter how exquisite the description is, it is still just a blur. Seeing it with one's own eyes is the most intuitive way to accept it, but this is impossible.

The blood barrier means that the magic of the two races cannot be communicated - even though they have many similarities.

This is also the unique advantage of half-blood wizards who are from different intelligent races, which is enough to offset the various defects that exist therein.

Lynn pondered silently, comparing Flitwick's conclusions with his own exposure to magic.

In order to achieve the same purpose, goblins and wizards each created many exquisite magics, some of which look similar, while others are very different in form - but now it seems that they are not as clear-cut as their external forms.

After a moment, Lynn nodded slightly. He could understand the answer given by Flitwick, but he still needed to break through a key point.

"What is the basis for this kind of magical disguise? Is it the subjective cognition of the caster, or is it a deliberate cover-up?"

"You always get the point at a glance." Flitwick's voice was rarely shrill, and he smiled. "This is something I have been thinking about for the past fifty years. It is difficult for us to define it accurately and simply."

"So what is the result of your thinking?"

"My results coincide with yours, Lin En. I was really inspired by your statement that 'magic is the embodiment of the spirit'."

"In fact, this sentence did not come from me alone. It is also a refinement of Helga Hufflepuff's views." Lynn said modestly, "I just stood on the shoulders of giants and took a negligible step. But I think I understand what you mean."

"Tell me about it?" Flitwick was watching him with interest.

"The change in form cannot conceal the same essence. The source of magic is the same." Lin En raised his wand. "Although the magic of wizards and fairies is different, they have the same goal. It's just that we haven't found such a trick yet. Now I understand what is missing."

Before he finished speaking, a wisp of silver magic power emerged from the tip of the staff, spread out like mist, and quickly disappeared.

The air current surged again, but not as obvious as before, but more hidden and tricky.

In just a moment, Flitwick, who was full of expectation, felt the difficulty of breathing and the stiffness of his body, as if his throat was gently strangled. He wanted to struggle but could not find anyone to resist - air is a formless existence. It is nowhere and therefore everywhere.

The feeling of suffocation that came gradually, not quickly but irresistibly, made him experience for the first time in a long time the stimulation and excitement of close combat in a duel, with spells being cast back and forth. His heart beat very fast - half of it was a physiological stress response, and half of it was a psychological excitement.

The slender magic wand seemed to have become dozens of times heavier in an instant, but it was still slowly lifted up by his magic power, making a "pop" sound.

A thin yet solid bubble enveloped his head, as if he was wearing a helmet made of soap bubbles. The fresh air came and went, but the stiffness in his arms and even his entire body intensified in just a short moment.

"Protect them all!"

Flitwick waved his wand again with difficulty, and a dazzling and pure light curtain covered him, but it had no effect at all.

The restless magic was searching for enemies trying to attack, but it could only capture the air that was everywhere.

They did not disappear or move, but simply changed their forms, like invisible chains. Driven by powerful magic, they tied up the alert Flitwick without anyone noticing, leaving him almost unable to resist.

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"How on earth did you do that? I know it can get stronger, but this degree really confuses me..."

Even after the trial experiment was over, Flitwick, who had been "captured" for no apparent reason, still didn't understand the reason. He asked in confusion, moving his slightly sore and tired limbs.

"Professor, do you still remember the Light Mantra that I shared with my students?" Lin En asked instead of answering.

"Of course, that incomplete ancient magic, but it is different from our current... wait!" Flitwick's eyes suddenly flashed with enlightenment in confusion, and he shrieked, "You mean the medium!"

"Not only that, Filius, there is a more efficient use of magic - this is the wisdom of Helga and Rowena." Lynn had a pair of sunglasses in front of him, and he stuffed another pair into Flitwick's hand, "Please put it on, otherwise it will be a bit dazzling."

When Flitwick put on his sunglasses with a confused look on his face, he calmly held his wand at an angle in front of his chest.

"Ahura!"

The magic spell that should have lost its spell was activated, and an invisible fire of light ignited in the void, transmitting light and heat.

Even through his sunglasses, Flitwick could feel a dark green color in front of his eyes, and tears flowed unconsciously. The sound of burning flames seemed to echo in his ears - although there was no real flame, but only an extreme light, full of the purity of the symbolic faith in the good God.

"I see... No wonder I couldn't see through it." Flitwick gently rubbed his sore eyes and smiled bitterly, "As expected, when the power of magic reaches a certain level, many things that should have been difficult problems can be easily solved."

"I don't think so." To his surprise, Lin En shook his head, as if he was still dissatisfied with the effect. "I haven't completely solved the problem you raised at the beginning - I still can't treat air and life as equal [objects] to cast spells."

"You didn't do it? Then this is...!" Flitwick's eyes widened. "Don't you think it can be more...!"

"Yes, I think it can be better - but I can't do it now, and I can't find a suitable method. Because I can't completely treat air and life as [equal objects] to cast spells like the goblins do, which violates the basic rules of wizard magic."

Through his blurred vision, Flitwick saw Lynn nod seriously and understood.

"That's probably the line between wizards and goblins, but I can't give you an exact answer. It's a mystery."

He gestured with his wand and spoke vaguely, the scenes that had just happened flashing through his mind.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had to say that although the two magic spells just now were not the most difficult and complicated ones, the effects they showed were enough to make him, an expert who had devoted his entire life to the field of magic, feel that he could not even dream of them.

Perhaps only Dumbledore had the opportunity to use the spell like this... He thought vaguely, and shook his head vigorously to deny this somewhat absurd idea. Even if he was a unique genius, he was only thirty-one years old after all.

"I'll look forward to it." When his vision became clear again, he looked at Lynn, stroked his fluffy white beard, and said seriously, "Now do you want to name this new spell? You know, this magic is completely different from the one created by Weasley and others."

"I think so - although they are completely the same source, just like the Iron Armor Spell and the Super Iron Armor Spell." Lynn nodded with a smile, "This is all thanks to your help. I am willing to listen to your suggestions."

"No, Lynn, I didn't help much, only a little." Flitwick refused decisively, "Even without me, you would find the loophole and improve it sooner or later, just like before. I hope to be a witness to your naming. After all, considering the danger, you probably won't make it public, and the Ministry of Magic won't allow it, right?"

Lynn nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes meeting Flitwick's.

"Since this is your wish, I certainly won't refuse." Lin En put away his wand and waved his hand. The soft magic once again drove the air that seemed to have life to flow around the two of them. "Considering that it originated from Greece, I will follow their mythology. The symbol of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty, is silk that is soft but deadly."

Chapter 354 Astoria

Behind every new magic is a charming and different world.

This is where the fun of exploring and deconstructing mysteries comes from.

If they can also serve the needs of reality, this kind of pleasure will explode with the effect of 1+1 being far greater than 2.

Lynn, who left Flitwick, was in this state.

It has outstanding effects, various forms, and is highly concealed. This type of magic is one of his favorite and the one he is best at. As long as it is used properly, it is a trump card that is likely to have miraculous effects. He is even more looking forward to it than the memory magic that Doris and the others are still working on.

The continuous rain outside the window could not affect his good mood.

But as the saying goes, some are happy while others are sad. At the same time and under the same circumstances, some people may not be so happy.

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"boom"

The sound of vessels exploding came from a laboratory in the basement of the castle, not far from the Slytherin common room.

The little wizards passing by didn't even turn their heads - Professor Snape's potion-making has been going wrong recently, and it's not known whether it's because he's in a bad state or in a bad mood. Anyway, it has little to do with them, and they have long been used to it.

Snape in the laboratory had a gloomy expression on his face, and he looked at everyone as if they owed him tens of thousands of gold Galleons, including those expensive medicinal herbs.

Just now, due to a moment of carelessness, the explosive liquid of the poisonous horned beast lost its magical balance and directly destroyed the crucible.

"Damn it!" After smoothing his greasy hair, Snape raised his wand angrily, cleaned up the mess, and said angrily, "It was all caused by that despicable brat Eric! And those idiots!"

But even though he cursed, he knew he couldn't say anything. He could only glare at the cracked crucible fiercely, as if it were Lin En, and then walked towards the medicine warehouse to prepare to brew a new pot of potion.

This potion has never appeared on the market before, and only a very small number of potion experts know its principles - the production process is extremely complicated, but unlike the Felix Felicis potion, which requires a period of several months, on the contrary, hundreds of steps must be completed within two hours.

As long as there is a deviation, the situation will happen again, sometimes even more serious than shattering a crucible.

Even for a master like Snape, the chance of success is only about two-thirds, which is by no means high.

But he had to brew it every few days, because this was not only a commission from the Greengrass family, but also his obligation as the dean to take care of the students in his own academy - Astoria Greengrass's blood curse had not disappeared, nor had it been weakened, it was just hidden.

Powerful 5X-level magical creatures and wizards, with completely different bloodlines appearing in the same person's body, fusion is impossible, and the only thing they can do is to clean up the parts that do not belong to humans, or maintain a delicate balance for the time being.