Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

After sending Harry to the Burrow and briefly speaking to Arthur, Lynn went home alone. She quickly wrote a letter and prepared to send it to Dumbledore, who was waiting for news at Hogwarts.

Compared to Harry's childish hesitation, he and Dumbledore had already put a lot of thought into Voldemort's affairs.

Knowing the fragile connection between the two souls, they dared not neglect such information that seemed like a dream but was actually real - especially for Lin En, when Batty's news could not be delivered, the importance of this information was particularly prominent.

After taking a final look at the wording of the letter, he nodded with satisfaction, folded it and stuffed it into the envelope.

Based on his understanding of Dumbledore's cautious character, within a few days, there would be a few more members of the Order of the Phoenix hiding their identities and quietly protecting Harry around the Burrow.

This was exactly what he wanted. Rather than worrying about it, he would rather spend his time sorting out the huge gains from the battle with Grindelwald.

As early as the age of eleven, he knew that actual combat was the best way to accumulate experience and improve strength, and having a hearty battle with a powerful enemy of equal strength was a godsend opportunity.

It is no exaggeration to say that although a wizard at his level can no longer make rapid progress like leveling up and becoming stronger in the game, the huge gains still make him more fulfilled in visible and invisible forms.

From spells to alchemy, to the skills and experience of fighting top wizards, it is not appropriate to say that he has been reborn, but if he fights with his full strength against his current self half a month ago, Lin En is sure that he has at least a 70% chance of winning.

The owl flapped its wings and flew into the night sky, soon leaving the sight. Euphemia, who had also not slept and was waiting for him to come back, walked into the study with the freshly heated milk.

"Drink some milk and go to bed early." She pressed Lin En's temple considerately, her technique was experienced, "It's not a good thing to torment yourself like this all the time. It's not that urgent."

"I know. Let's rest now." He held her tender white hands with one hand and drank the warm milk with the other hand. Then, he stood up with a smile and hugged his girlfriend by the waist. "We really need to go to bed early today. We have to go to Sayid's house tomorrow."

"Stop it, you haven't washed up yet!" Miss Fei said coquettishly, but the effect didn't seem to be that obvious.

With a click, the desk lamp went out, followed by all the lights.

It looked like the poor owl was the only one left to work hard at night.

But this account can only be put on Dumbledore. After all, that conservative old man with a crooked nose is still happy with this backward communication method.

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Nothing happened that night. The next day, Lynn, feeling refreshed, used Apparition to rush to a Muggle village not too far from the Weasleys - Diggory's house was there.

The two families were separated by a small hill called Weasel Mountain, which was about a few hundred meters high. Without the Apparition technique, it would take about half a day to walk there.

Originally, Lynn had thought that he might be able to stop by Luna's house for a home visit, but unfortunately, just one week after his duel with Grindelwald, because they had bought cheap tickets, the father and daughter had gone to the final in advance - at that time they didn't even know who the two teams in the final were.

Judging from Lynn's assessment of her student with a strong personality, she must be more interested in the people gathered at the scene than the Quidditch game - this is a good opportunity to observe.

But it was just as well. After all, although he could communicate well with Luna, he was unable to cope with her father who had endless creative ideas.

Besides, there are more than just Cedric's family to visit today, and it would be bad if we were held back by Xenophilius.

Thinking of the weird middle-aged man who couldn't stop talking about all kinds of weird things, Lynn smiled helplessly and went straight to the village where Diggory's family lived - it was okay to watch "The Quibbler" to relieve the mood, but forget about chatting.

Cedric and his father, Amos Diggory, were waiting at the entrance of the village, and as soon as they saw him they hurried over to him.

"Professor Eric, good morning!" Cedric greeted happily. He looked a little shy when he smiled, which was quite different from his tall and strong stature. He was usually the type of man who didn't talk much.

"Good morning, Seth." Lynn said with a smile, "And Amos, it's been a while since we last met. I often hear Sonya talk about your experiences working together, but it's a pity that I've been so busy lately. I should have come earlier."

"I know you're always busy. Ced talks to me about your school almost every day." Mr. Diggory's face was beaming. "Our whole family is very grateful for your care and teaching of him. Come to our house and have a seat!"

It can be seen that whenever his son is mentioned at any time in the conversation, this good old man who usually has a low presence in the Ministry of Magic will show a very different side of himself.

Crossing the country dirt road and going around the edge of the village is Cedric's home, a three-story building that looks inconspicuous but very neat from the outside. Once you walk in, you'll find another secret - it's been cast with a very sophisticated magic that's similar to a magic tent, but much more complicated and difficult.

Mrs. Diggory prepared sumptuous tea and entertained Lynn so warmly that he didn't even have time to speak for a long time before his mouth was stuffed with delicious desserts and a large cup of refreshing tea.

Lynn was a little overwhelmed by the family's enthusiasm.

"I had already had breakfast before I came here, so I can't eat anymore." Seeing Mrs. Diggory was about to bring another plate of freshly baked biscuits, he waved his hand hurriedly and said, "I finally understand why Ced doesn't talk much usually - he doesn't have a chance to speak at all. You take care of him too carefully."

The half-joking, half-complimentary words made Mr. and Mrs. Diggory stunned at first, and then they smiled.

"We only have one son, Seide, so of course we have to give him all the good things." Amos didn't think there was anything wrong with that. "You've taught him so much, we really don't know how to thank you. We can only let you try our cooking skills."

Cedric sat obediently aside, smiling and saying nothing, just staring at Lynn.

"Amos, I'm a little embarrassed by your politeness. It really tastes good. I'm about to gain weight." Lin En rubbed her belly exaggeratedly and joked, "Ced is the best student in our Hufflepuff. Of course I will do my best to teach him everything I know."

"Compared to you, he's still a long way off!" Amos looked at his son kindly, "But I really hope he can be as outstanding as you - I heard a lot of people say that he looks a bit like you when you were a student?"

This is a question that is asked despite knowing the answer. Although Cedric and Lynn have very different personalities, this is indeed a saying in Hufflepuff and throughout Hogwarts.

The magical talent he displayed was worthy of the title.

"The professor was much better than me when he was studying at Hogwarts, father." He whispered, feeling a little embarrassed at his father's words, "I still have a lot to learn from the professor."

"Yeah, of course." Amos said with a smile, but he didn't take it to heart. "People always have to grow up slowly. Ced is always very humble and a gentleman. I'm sure Lynn thinks so too, right?"

"Indeed." Lynn nodded with a smile, "So I came to visit you today, not only to visit you, but also to make a small request, about Said."

Amos pretended to listen attentively, Cedric stared at Lynn, and even Mrs. Diggory walked out of the kitchen.

"You know, Amos, my two assistants graduated from school this year. In the next two years, I hope that Seide can serve as my personal assistant, helping me with some teaching and magic research work, and also accepting my individual guidance."

With his hands crossed in front of him, Lin En told the Diggory family the purpose of their visit today. The Diggory family had expected this, but they were still delighted when they finally waited for this moment.

"Of course, Professor, I totally would!" Cedric said without hesitation.

His father also showed a relieved expression and looked at his son tenderly.

"This is exactly what we hope for, Lynn," he said. "Ced will definitely grow as much as possible by learning magic from you. Our whole family firmly believes in this."

"This really makes me feel humbled." Lynn said modestly, "Then it's a deal. My assistants for the next two years will be Miss Hermione Granger and Ced. By the way, I have another piece of news to tell you in advance."

"Tell us in advance? What news?" Amos asked.

"The most important competition is the Triwizard Tournament - to be exact, it has become the Five Schools Tournament this year." Lynn looked at the father and son gently, "I believe that Ced will be our Hogwarts warrior and win the championship for the school."

Chapter 403 Voldemort's Resurrection Magic

The sudden news shocked the family of three.

Although Mr. Diggory worked at the Ministry of Magic, he did not receive any advance information - it was just that some rumors were overshadowed by the preparations for the Quidditch World Cup.

Strike while the iron is hot, Lynn naturally negotiated with the couple about Cedric's holiday arrangements for this year - from a few spell practices in the second half of the summer vacation, to the special training at school during Christmas, all the way to the Easter vacation.

This was the special favor and care that even Fleur of Beauxbatons had not received. Even though Mr. and Mrs. Diggory were reluctant to let their son leave home for a whole year, they had no reason to refuse.

Cedric himself was very excited. He had long wanted to use every bit of time to improve his magic, but last year he had the OWLs exams, so he couldn't let go of his burdens and give it his all like he is now.

Doris, who had just graduated, was his first target - although at that time he had no idea that he would see this senior again soon.

Looking at his eager disciple, Lin En was incomparably satisfied with him, secretly calculating his age in his heart.

He was less than a month away from becoming an adult, just in time for the Halloween convention.

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After dealing with Cedric's issues and having a sumptuous lunch that even her picky taste could not find any fault with, Lynn politely declined the father and son's invitation to watch the Quidditch World Cup and left politely.

He had several more homes to visit today—Boyce, Pavla, and Hermione.

After the whole trip, by the time he and Hermione's parents, who were dentists, finished discussing tips on dental care, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening - in fact, it could have been longer, but he had to leave early.

Because of Euphemia's message - Dumbledore's reply had been delivered to the house by Patronus.

When he hurried back, he saw the Phoenix Patronus, which had not yet dissipated, hovering in the living room, bringing Dumbledore's message.

Although the two had agreed to meet tomorrow, Dumbledore couldn't wait and asked him to go to Hogwarts immediately.

"This guy is always so impatient when it comes to Harry and the noseless old man." Looking at the slowly dissipating Patronus, Lynn curled his lips and complained.

At this time, Euphemia also came over and asked softly, "Do you need me to go with you?"

“No need, it won’t be a big deal - at most we can just deal with the things we need to discuss tomorrow. This is also good, I can stay at home with you and rest for one more day.” Lin En shook his head, changed into his black robe and walked into the study.

A flash of emerald green fire passed by, and he returned to the school he had been away from for many days. Mag was on duty in the reception room.

Seeing him finally arrive, the serious vice-president took off her glasses and said, "You're finally here, Lynn. Albus is already waiting for you in his office. I'll be there later, so we can finish tomorrow's work in advance."

Sure enough.

Lin En thought to himself, with a calm expression on his face: “Of course, I’ll go upstairs first, you are busy.”

He knew very well what "tomorrow's affairs" would be, which were no more than three items.

Moody is currently conducting a long-term investigation in the Balkans, and he certainly won't be able to get away like Newt and Regulus who came to help briefly. The selection of the professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has once again become a difficult problem for the entire school.

Astoria Greengrass's blood curse treatment has been delayed again and again, and school is about to start, so it must be put on the agenda.

There is also the arrangement of the course timetable and the placement of the new professors - Professor McGonagall is now busy with affairs and can only find someone to share her work.

Thinking of a solution in his mind, Lynn quickly walked through the empty staircase, walked to the stone beast that didn't even block the door, and knocked on the thick wooden door of the principal's office.

"Is that Lin En? Please come in."

Dumbledore's voice was anxious.

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Little Hangleton, Riddle Family Cemetery.

At this time, no nearby villagers would appear in a cemetery so far away from the village and completely abandoned - the once prosperous country squire Riddle family has completely died out, not to mention the family cemetery, even the family house has become dilapidated.

After decades or a hundred years, all traces of the existence of such a family will be gradually erased with the passage of time.

Just like the "weird" Gaunt family of Great Hangleton.

And today, under the dim night, two uninvited guests visited here.

They walked among the numerous tombstones, carefully searching for the names and years of birth and death on them.

In the dim moonlight, their faces were slowly illuminated. They were Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix Lestrange, two of Voldemort's most trusted followers.

Out of absolute confidence in his own strength, even though he was only possessed in a "meat ball" that was not even a baby, Voldemort still confidently sent out both of his followers to search for his father's bones.

In order not to attract attention, the two of them did not even use magic. They just hid their bodies quietly and searched around here. Bellatrix's broken limbs had become complete again at some point, appearing a bright silver-white under the moonlight, and the only remaining charred hand was also replaced.

"My father's remains, the flesh and blood of my slaves, and the blood of my enemies..." Before he knew it, he was far away from Bellatrix. While looking for the tombstone, Batty muttered to himself and made a lot of noise to cover it up.

There was a faint sound and a very faint light coming from the small pocket on my chest.

After a while, a paper airplane, which was inconspicuous in the night, flew out of his pocket. It was only the size of a fingernail and flew quietly into the distance.

"Bati!"

At this moment, Bellatrix's sharp cry came from a distance, which startled Barty, but he still stood up from the ground calmly with the help of the tombstone and asked loudly: "What's wrong?"

"I found his grave!" Bella was as excited as if she had won a game against Batty. "Come here!"

She even forgot to keep a low profile and not alert the enemy. Her voice was so loud that it even startled the dozing crows, causing bursts of flapping wings and cawing sounds.

But it doesn't really matter. The nearest house is nearly a mile away and no one will notice.

"Damn it! You got there first again!" Batti breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be unwilling as he hurried over.

The flying paper plane disappeared without a trace.

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"He has been planning the resurrection plan for a long time." In the office, Dumbledore looked serious. "Last time it was Nico's Philosopher's Stone. Now it seems that he has another way and found more help. Can you confirm who it is?"

"Actually, I originally wanted to say that you would be able to make a judgment if you checked Harry's memory." Lynn paused, "But since we are going to deal with this together, I can reveal a piece of news that should have been kept secret in advance."

He raised his wand and waved it gently, and all the headmaster's portraits fell silent, as well as the Sorting Hat that was pretending to sleep next to them.

Dumbledore stared at him intently, waiting for what would happen next.

"I have someone next to Voldemort, and he will do everything he can to provide me with information." Lynn said in a deep voice, "Just like Regulus did back then - except that he hid deeper than Regulus, and has been active as a Death Eater until today."

"Your people...are Death Eaters again..." Dumbledore had a conflicted expression. "I didn't expect you to start planning so early. This really surprises me, but I may already know who that person is."

Chapter 404: Love and Revenge between Father and Son

Barty Crouch Jr. was a young man who even Dumbledore thought was talented and promising.

In the summer of 1978, he became the first outstanding student in thirty-six years to obtain twelve OWLs certificates - the one before him was Voldemort himself, and his results were second only to Voldemort's, even better than Bill, who later received a lot of Lynn's true teachings.

He was a model student in the eyes of many professors, but his personality changed drastically in his sixth year, and he joined the Death Eaters before he graduated.

In November 1981, his identity was exposed due to an attempted attack in London, and he was sent to Azkaban by his father, Barty Crouch, then head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, for the sake of justice.

But just half a month later, he escaped from prison, which greatly damaged Crouch Sr.'s already badly damaged reputation.

For the next thirteen years, no one doubted his identity as a fanatical Death Eater, and no one doubted his dangerousness. The Ministry of Magic even still has a Fugitive Pursuit Office - which was much more volatile back then than the pursuit of Sirius.