Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He used the same criteria for graduating students at the start of the seventh grade.

For students, their own growth is often the most difficult to feel intuitively; it is difficult for them to imagine that they can be completely transformed in just one year.

Although they do this every year.

"I think you've finished reading it." Seeing the students looking up one after another, Lin En said expressionlessly, "Then they are meaningless."

As soon as the words came out, the parchment flew back to Lynn, sparks ignited, and turned to ashes in an instant.

The young wizards looked at each other, confused as to what he meant.

Lin En raised his hand and pressed the magic slide projector, and a projection immediately appeared on the blackboard.

That's the big NEWTs exam sign.

"I burned away the past you. Now you should have only one goal in mind, the NEWTs exam."

The ashes scattered on the ground slowly rose into the air, and the black charred paper scraps vibrated violently.

A few seconds later, pieces of parchment printed with students' personal information but without professors' comments welcomed the new students and returned to them.

“I hope that when I graduate next year, my comments will be different.”

He walked down from the stage and looked everyone in the eye.

"Understood, Professor, we will try our best!" Andrew, who was aiming to become the Auror and the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, said loudly, and the little wizards around him echoed him.

The thought of playing around before class is gone, replaced by a sense of urgency that time is running out.

“Very good!” Lynn looked at Andrew approvingly and was very satisfied with his reaction. “Then I won’t waste time and start the class now. The content of this class is the transformation principle of Rune. I will directly demonstrate the magic nodes and paths of the three Rune letters. There will be a random test before the end of get out of class.”

Without any hesitation, Lynn took out the rune and the target in the corner flew over.

"There will be a stage test before Halloween. If your grades meet the requirements, the rewards from other grades will also apply to you. Now concentrate!"

Simplicity, efficiency, strength.

Different from the sixth graders’ patient guidance and free exploration, under Lynn’s leadership, the seventh grade wizards showed rare execution ability.

Lynn has always advocated education that adapts to the times, circumstances and individuals.

Grades without exam pressure should stimulate students' initiative and imagination.

But when facing a major test that affects your entire life, appropriate pressure is essential.

This may not have been necessary in previous years, but the situation is special this year.

New courses, new professors, and the teaching quality at Hogwarts has always been uneven.

It must be stricter.

A candidate should look like a candidate.

This will be the tone for the seventh and fifth grades this year.

It’s just that the two grades have different focuses.

Thinking of the piles of test papers in the office and the fifth graders, led by Boyce, who had the most fun in class yesterday, he smiled grimly while demonstrating magic.

Let these funny guys be happy for a little while. The special training class on the weekend will make them realize again what grade they are in.

As he thought of this, his spell became more fierce, and the raging fire almost burned through the roof.

The little wizards in the audience all shuddered at the same time.

Today they saw another face of Professor Eric.

It's simply a superposition of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Chapter 35: Little Wizard's Weekend

Saturday is a happy day for many little wizards.

Early in the morning, Harry and Ron ran excitedly to the cafeteria, ready to have a big meal and then enjoy a leisurely weekend.

It is also the last time before being put into solitary confinement.

That evening, they would also need to be punished in Lockhart's office or the dirty trophy display room, especially Ron, who was given another two weeks of detention.

The smell of stain remover and brightener should linger in his mind for a long time.

Hermione went to the library early and took a sandwich with her, preparing to complete the translation task assigned by Professor Babel ahead of time.

Not far from where the two brothers were feasting was the Hufflepuff table, where they heard Boyce Springhall's speech.

"I don't believe that Professor Eric will become like Professor McGonagall!" The confident prefect patted his chest while drinking oatmeal porridge. "We had a lot of fun the day before yesterday. The professor even let us bring the rune back! If you don't believe me, ask Cedric. He was so popular in class that he got 20 extra marks!"

As he said that, he stood up with a swagger, wiped his mouth, and walked towards the classroom with his head shaking, followed by a group of friends.

But he didn't notice that behind him, several seventh graders who had gotten up early and were preparing to go to the library were looking at him with sympathy.

But it wasn’t that long.

Because a few minutes later, he arrived at the door of the Rune and Ancient Magic classroom.

"Squeak-"

"Professor Eric, we are here! What...are we going to play today?"

He pushed the door open with a grin on his face and was about to say hello to the kind-looking Professor Eric, but he froze where he was before he could finish his words.

The first thing that caught my eye was not the professor himself, but the pile of papers behind him, almost as high as a person.

"Good morning, Boyce, please find a place to sit." Lynn said with a smile, "You guys are here early, please help me pass out the papers."

"...?"

Boyce's face was full of question marks, and the Hufflepuff fifth years behind him also looked as if they were doubting their lives.

However, they soon had no room for doubt.

"what is this?"

Holding the parchment covered with densely written magic words and questions, Mr. Springhall's brain stopped working.

Boyce.exe stops responding.

"This is a test that will determine whether you will get a reward from your family or be selected for a mixed doubles match next summer." Lynn sat leisurely in an armchair that looked very comfortable, playing with his wand and carefully observing the bitter faces of the little wizards.

The first half of the test paper was a test of magic knowledge designed by him, and the second half was from Euphemia.

Compared with his kindness, Ms. Fox's questions covered all the scope of the OWLs exam in an all-round way, without any blind spots. They did not go beyond the syllabus, but on this basis, they pushed the difficulty of all questions to the peak.

Even Professors Lynn and Barbie would curl their lips when they saw some of the questions.

It is for this reason that Professor Barbling, the gentle old lady, chose to take a short trip this weekend to avoid seeing the painful expressions of her students.

But Lin En had no such burden, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Finish this set of papers in two and a half hours. The results will be announced in the practical class next week. Students with grades above A can experience the use of the floating gun. Students who don't reach that level... will continue with the theory class after the paper explanation."

When everyone arrived, he said the most horrifying words in the softest tone.

The young wizards immediately realized that the rumors that had been spreading sporadically since yesterday afternoon seemed to be true.

"Professor Eric, are you really not Professor McGonagall in disguise—" Boyce let out a shrill wail.

"Unfortunately, no." In response to him, Lin En ruthlessly denied it.

The young wizards in the OWLs exam class had an exceptionally fulfilling morning.

When they left the classroom, they had four more test papers in their backpacks as homework.

Their faces may look uglier than the potatoes on the table today.

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At about half past eleven, a little girl as delicate as a doll slowly walked out from behind the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Even though she went to bed early yesterday and slept until noon today, Ginny still looked listless.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she walked slowly towards the auditorium.

As it was the weekend, this did not attract much attention as there were other lazier little wizards.

She walked down the winding moving staircase at Hogwarts, yawning.

Around the corner, she heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, Ginny."

What caught my eye were a pair of large silver eyes, as clear as her voice.

"Hello, Luna..." Ginny said weakly. The Ravenclaw girl in front of her was her only acquaintance at the moment, because she was also not very sociable.

But in recent days, Luna has become popular because of a unique classroom reward - although she herself is a little troubled.

"You look tired, and there are a lot of harassment flies hovering around you." Luna said with a little worry, "Maybe you need help."

"I think so, Luna, although I have no idea what a nuisance fly is." Ginny nodded dejectedly. "I'd like a glass of hot pumpkin juice and a good night's sleep, preferably without Fred and George bothering me..."

Luna held her hand and said with concern: "These harassment flies are very unusual. You must be feeling uncomfortable. Let's go."

Ginny had most of her body pressed on Luna, who was even shorter than her. Her legs were weak and she was dragged with difficulty towards the auditorium.

With every step she took, the necklace on Luna's chest would tremble, and the puppet that had been subjected to the elementary transformation technique she had just learned could vaguely see its shape - it had long hair and seemed to be a woman.

At the door of the auditorium, they saw the defeated fifth graders, and Lin En walking behind them with a pile of test papers.

"Hello, Professor Eric." Luna took the initiative to step forward and greeted her. Ginny could hardly open her eyes.

"Hello, Luna and Ginny." Looking at Ginny's drowsy appearance, Lynn's eyes moved.

He sensed a deep aura of dark magic hovering above Ginny's head, which was the influence exerted by Tom.

As early as the age of sixteen, he had inherited Slytherin and was already a very skilled dark wizard.

But for Dumbledore, this was apparently not enough.

The magic, so faint that it was difficult to distinguish, glowed in Ginny's brain, protecting her young soul from erosion and creating a kind of realistic simulation.

This is an extremely advanced ancient magic, which even Lynn only knew but had not mastered. The sixteen-year-old Voldemort could not detect at all - even though it had been nourished by the main body as a Horcrux for decades, its knowledge and power were still limited.

"You don't look well. Perhaps you should go to Madam Pomfrey for a check-up." Thinking of the agreement he had reached with Dumbledore earlier, Lynn simply stretched out his hand and used magic to calm the mind and protect the soul.

Originated from Igor's Notebook, perhaps even older than the spells Dumbledore knew.

"Professor Eric? The number of harassing horseflies around Ginny seems to have decreased." Luna said naively.

"That should be a good thing." Lin En smiled. "Maybe we can talk about harassment flies sometime. I'm also interested."

As he spoke, he patted the girl's head and led them into the auditorium.

Chapter 36 Hermione's Wisdom

Even from a distance, Lin En could sense the sickening smell of the diary.

Just as disgusting as the noseless old man who tried to kill him several times personally eleven years ago when he failed to win him over.

The vast majority of people are shaped by society and environment, with very few exceptions.

People like Tom Riddle are dominated by evil thoughts from the depths of their souls since they were born, and they have honed their natural acting skills through the hardships in the orphanage.

With the exception of Albus Dumbledore, almost everyone of his generation was kept in the dark.

Even if the soul residing here is only sixteen years old, its destructive power is still astonishing.

But Lynn couldn't just destroy it, even though it would be effortless.

This was the agreement between him and Dumbledore.

Seeing Ginny, who was still suffering physically and mentally despite the protection, and thinking of her many years of friendship with the Weasley family, Lynn felt a little bit sorry for her, but she could only give her some help within her ability to make the girl feel better.

What surprised him was Luna.

There seemed to be some kind of magical power in the girl's eyes, just like her unique mind and soul.

The more we talked, the more I could feel her delicate and exquisite heart hidden beneath her crazy appearance in the eyes of ordinary people.

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