Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Listening to Lynn's opening remarks, the young wizards in the audience laughed and cheered in empathy.

This is indeed how most students feel when facing exams, especially when facing examiners.

In the front row of Ravenclaw, Penelope said loudly: "We don't want to relive the experience of the exam again, Professor."

"I think so," Lin En nodded with a smile, "but you are about to face something more complicated and difficult than the exam. Of course, I'm not talking about the dangers that are everywhere, but life itself."

Many young wizards who had already experienced the hardships of internship nodded seriously. They had already felt in advance how difficult life was.

Especially those young people who are of Muggle origin will inevitably encounter some difficulties in the employment process.

The deep-rooted concept of bloodline still dominates the wizarding community in Britain and around the world, making these young wizards who have just left or have not yet completely left school realize that people are often not as equal as they are in school.

With mixed feelings, they looked at Lin En. Some of them even looked at this professor whom they had hardly met so seriously for the first time since the first open class in the sixth grade.

A young man who had never taken a class on runes and ancient magic bravely raised his hand: "Professor, are you going to teach us a different kind of magic? Or something else?"

"That's not entirely true. What I want to teach you is still the magic we have learned. There are many things that you can fully understand without even learning ancient magic." Lin En looked at him encouragingly, "But I also hope that you can learn something beyond magic, a concept."

"In my first class at Hogwarts, you saw my favorite alchemical prop, the floating cannon. Since then, you have always liked to call it an alchemical doll. Although I have tried to change your mind several times, I was powerless in the end and had to give up."

Several metal balls that are no longer unfamiliar to people are circling into the sky. Their round shapes seem particularly familiar on this occasion.

"Fortunately, I made a breakthrough in my research not long ago, which changed my original teaching plan." Lin En slowly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the metal pier. "Today, everyone here will be the first lucky person to see a real alchemical doll."

As he spoke, the silvery-white metal turned into crystal liquid, twisting, expanding and extending.

This scene is not unfamiliar to everyone present, but it is magnified several times or even dozens of times compared to the changes in the floating gun.

But the difference is that even though they were not very close to each other, the professors and students sitting in the front row could still feel the boiling magic - like gusts of strong wind blowing on their faces. Even Dumbledore instinctively showed an expression of surprise and solemnity.

"This is……"

The old man subconsciously looked at Mag, who was sitting on his left, and saw the same disbelief in the other's eyes as his own.

"I believe that everyone who has undergone seven years of magic education knows that even if an object created by Transfiguration has the appearance of life, it must accept the wizard's command to perform complex actions."

Looking at the uproar in the audience and listening to the whispers coming from afar, Lin En slowly opened his mouth and the huge auditorium suddenly fell silent.

Regardless of their house, every seventh-grade wizard looked at him intently, waiting for his inevitable “but”.

Lin En didn't keep the secret, and after a brief pause he said, "But just because magic can't do it doesn't mean there aren't other ways."

The gentle voice reached every student's ears directly, making them instinctively focus and start thinking about the meaning behind this sentence.

Doris and Percy guessed a little, as did the young men who had also undergone special training at the Stargazer Club. They had been dealing with Lynn's puppets that could spontaneously search for enemies and launch attacks without command for a long time.

But even they could not understand the principle behind it, they just knew that such a magical creation existed.

Moreover, the perceptive Doris has already noticed that this puppet is completely different from the previous ones - it is no longer imitating those powerful magical creatures, but seems to be truly engraved with powerful magic that has not been unleashed.

She looked carefully at the liquid metal that was slowly condensing and taking shape, and even her breathing became heavy and long.

Lin En also felt the eager gaze of his assistant, and said slowly with a smile: "Some people must be curious about how to bypass the rules of magic and achieve this wonderful result. But please allow me to keep the suspense for a while until you experience its power - is there anyone willing to come up as a representative to cooperate with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of hands were raised in the audience, which was completely different from the first question asked in the open class when he first entered school.

Not only the students in the advanced classes of Rune and Ancient Magic, but even the young wizards who had never taken this course were completely interested.

This time, Lynn did not choose his own assistant.

"Gryffindor, second row, fourth seat, please come up to the stage and introduce yourself."

He randomly picked a student who looked pleasing to his eye. The student seemed to have never taken his class, nor joined the dueling club, and it didn't even seem like he had ever spoken to him - at most they had just said hello when they met in the corridor.

"!"

The strong little lion felt extremely surprised that he was chosen. He did not come to his senses until his classmates and roommates pushed him hard. He hurriedly ran through the crowd and rushed to the temporary podium which was converted from the faculty and staff dining area.

"Hello, professor. I'm Daniel, Daniel Moon."

"Hello, Daniel." Lynn nodded with a smile and pointed at the still trembling liquid metal. "Would you like to touch it?"

"Of course, Professor."

Gryffindor, who was known for his adventurous spirit, did not hesitate at all. He even stretched out his hand impatiently towards the metal that had no shape yet and immersed himself in it without any hindrance.

The dazzling white light flickered on and off in just a brief moment, and even Daniel, who was close at hand, had no time to react.

The next moment, a doll that looked exactly like him appeared in everyone's sight.

He was about 1.85 meters tall, with muscles so muscular that even the robe could not completely cover them, and he had short, neat chestnut hair, and even faintly visible freckles on his face - even his skin, which was slightly closer to bronze, was not off by a single ounce.

"This, this, this -"

The sudden change left Daniel speechless. He pointed at the doll that looked exactly like him and was incoherent in shock.

"Thank you, Daniel, you brave boy." Lin En smiled and walked over to him, patting his back, which was stronger than himself. "This is a special transformation technique. It simulates the change by identifying the external information of the individual who has touched it."

As he spoke, he also reached out his hand to the puppet, and with a light touch, a faint magical power flowed out.

It was the same fleeting white light, and it, which had just appeared in the image of Daniel, turned into the appearance of Lynn. It even raised the magic wand made of plastic metal and posed the same posture that Lynn usually used when casting spells, imitating it vividly.

This is a transformation technique that is far more complex than the floating cannon. It does not even require active casting or prior settings. It is amazing.

It was just a trial run, but the little wizards who were still talking about it before class were completely attracted.

McGonagall and Dumbledore also looked serious.

As the saying goes, the layman sees the excitement, while the expert sees the details. They have already noticed the secret hidden under the exquisite shell of the puppet.

This is no longer an effect that can be achieved by transfiguration.

Chapter 387: Epoch-making Creation

The young wizards were still marveling at the exquisite transformation effect, and the professors sitting in the audience had already begun to ponder the principles behind it.

But even Dumbledore and McGonagall, the two masters of Transfiguration, could not see the real mystery, let alone others. They could only wait for Lin En's next words with full of questions.

Now that the alchemical dolls were on the table, Lin En had no intention of hiding it - unlike the control of spells and the improvement of magic power, these magical creations that carried concepts and techniques that were completely different from those of previous wizards did not need to be hidden. Instead, they had to be promoted in a big way. This was his consistent philosophy.

Daniel, who was still immersed in shock, was sent back to the stage. He stood next to the doll that looked like his twin, smiling:

"Next, I would like to ask Professor Snape to assist me in showing you the follow-up content."

Snape stood up from his seat in surprise and pointed at himself.

The silence speaks.

"Yes, I think you are the most suitable candidate."

"...Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"I want you to destroy it by all means possible."

"Destroy it?"

"Yes, but I have to remind you that this puppet will spontaneously resist - using various spells including but not limited to rune magic, so be careful."

The smile and concern on Lynn's face were full of sincerity, but in Snape's eyes it was clearly not the case - he smelled conspiracy and gloating.

But in front of so many students, he couldn't refuse because he was too proud. He could only look at Lin En, who was walking to the stage, with a threatening look, and pulled out his wand viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "It looks valuable. Does it matter if it's destroyed?"

"Only by finding the shortcomings can I continue to improve this doll, so of course it doesn't matter."

"That's what you said."

The muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, and the pale-faced Snape raised his wand to his chest, his eyes fixed on the face that had always made him unhappy.

"Split into pieces!"

The faint light of the spell fell on the puppet unhindered, cutting dozens of scars of varying sizes on the body that looked exactly like Lin En. Each scar was deep enough to see the bone, causing the audience to gasp in dismay.

The same spell, when cast by the professor and when practiced by themselves, sounded like two completely different kinds of magic.

This strike alone is enough to deter many top students who are proficient in magic.

However, neither Snape nor Lynn showed the slightest sign of abnormality, and Snape's face even turned paler.

Because he was closest to it, he saw the changes that took place on the puppet.

The cut scars were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, or in other words, just like a knife cutting into a flowing stream; when the knife comes, the water stops, and when the knife leaves, the water returns - in just a blink of an eye, the horrible image just now has returned to its original state, and even the smile on the face has not changed at all.

"Tsk... self-repair, alchemy again." While muttering to himself, Snape suppressed the restlessness in his heart, narrowed his eyes slightly, and chanted the next spell with a chuckle: "Try this! Shatter to pieces!"

"boom--"

There was a flash of white light, and a deafening explosion resounded in the sky above the auditorium, making the little wizards' ears buzz.

But they didn't care about that and just stared at the stage.

To be exact, he was staring at Snape who suddenly flew backwards and fell to the ground.

At the moment when the explosion fire appeared, a faint red light lit up from the puppet standing motionless in the place, like a spell, hitting Snape's defenseless chest, blasting him six or seven meters away, and knocking him unconscious.

"... Stunning spell."

After taking a long breath, Snape, who had fallen to the ground, finally got up with difficulty, his eyes full of suppressed anger.

It was not known whether he was showing mercy or because of his limited magical power, but the stunning spell he cast was not very powerful. At least it did not cause much harm to a wizard like him with relatively strong magical power - but the insult was incredibly strong.

In front of so many students, Snape was knocked to the ground by an unknown guy who looked like Lynn. For him, it was no less than being hit by a club from Lynn, or even worse.

But even he had to admit that even though he underestimated the enemy, the stun spell he just cast was amazing.

The timing, speed, and most importantly, the trajectory were all impeccable. In a trance, he even saw the shadow of the real Lin En, but it was not just him - it should be said that he was slightly inferior to him, but with a similar but different temperament.

It’s like... several people’s magic combined together, making it difficult to guard against.

Listening to the exclamations from the Slytherins and the discussions from the nearest Gryffindors, Snape brushed off the dust on his robes with a sullen face and raised his wand again.

This time, there was no longer contempt and disdain on his face, but a serious look, just like when he demonstrated those profound and dangerous black magic to every student present in class two days ago, calm and focused, with a bit of gloom.

With a wave of his hand, spells broke through the air and shuttled through the air.

Opposite him, the puppet that had been standing in the same place from beginning to end finally moved. It didn't seem like it was running, but rather like it was flying close to the ground, running as fast as the wind, shooting out strands of magic from its fingertips and wand.

A real duel began, and the speed was so fast that not only the students, but even Lupin, who was sitting in the audience, was dazzled.

Dumbledore's eyes became deep again.

He looked at Lin En from afar as he stood calmly in a corner of the stage. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Including Mag.

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During the short and fierce duel, Snape's suspicion quickly turned into reality - compared to the spell at this moment, the stunning spell just now was at best just a greeting ceremony.

Stunning spells, disarming spells, splitting spells, armor spells, binding spells... more than a dozen common dueling spells were shot out from various parts of the puppet's body at all kinds of unexpected angles in a way that completely violated common sense.

Compared to them, the tricky and powerful rune magic made Snape feel slightly more familiar.

At least he knew where it came from.

Although each spell was not as powerful as his, it was definitely swift and sharp - at least far better than most of these fledgling graduates.

In addition, his body is so agile that it far exceeds the limits of human beings, and his self-repair ability can heal itself at any time and has not yet found its limit. Even if he tries his best, it will be difficult for him to completely get rid of this entanglement and harassment for a while.

If this is the case for me, then what about these students, or other wizards who are not proficient in magic...

Besides, it's okay if there's only one, but if there are more puppets with such power...

The more intense the battle became, the more frightened this arrogant potion master became.

He even vaguely felt that the lump of iron in front of him was still growing, although the magnitude was so small that it could be ignored.

Silently dodging and observing, he finally made up his mind after failing to defeat the puppet for a long time. After avoiding the sharp edge again, he pointed his wand at the fast-moving puppet.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

He finally used the magic that he had created and kept secret.

Chapter 388 Seeds of Ideas

The auditorium was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

There was a faint burnt smell in the air.

The young wizards didn't dare to breathe, staring at Snape on the stage and the wreckage that had been broken into dozens of pieces and roasted in flames for a long time before finally calming down.