Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

All these things finally fell on his head, and he was an absolute workaholic. Even though he had no room for further career advancement and was even marginalized, he still demanded almost harsh things of himself and everyone in the company every day.

It was not until the early hours of the morning that he finished dealing with the last piece of official document, rubbed his stiff neck, turned off the lights and went out.

He would go home and sleep for three or four hours before returning to work.

In the dark hall, a cluster of green flames lit up and his figure disappeared.

Chapter 406 Greengrass

Mag's topic is not much different from Lynn's idea.

The appointment of a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astoria's blood curse treatment, and Doris's employment.

The former had little to do with Lynn, but the latter two were issues he was also concerned about—especially Astoria's blood curse treatment and subsequent recovery.

He had been busy with duel preparations and layout advancement for some time and had not been able to free up his hands. Now that he was finally free, he agreed without hesitation to Mag's proposal to provide home treatment in two days.

No matter what her family is like, a young wizard should not suffer for this, especially since her talent and hard work are loved by Lynn and she is Doris's preferred assistant. There is no reason for him not to contribute.

So after returning home and resting for a day, he arrived at Hogwarts on time early Thursday morning with Amanda and Hippocrates, and together with Dumbledore, they flew to Greengrass Manor on the outskirts of London via the Floo Network.

Waiting for them was an old wizard who was older than Dumbledore and more stubborn and unpleasant than him.

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In the reception room, which was not luxurious but had a strong sense of design, Hunter Greengrass, the head of the Greengrass family, arrived alone to greet them.

What is going to happen today is a great shame for this ancient family.

At least most of the family members think so.

Even during the First Wizarding War, they were able to remain neutral and stay out of trouble thanks to their strong strength and flexibility, but this time they came under direct pressure from Dumbledore.

Few people could resist the serious Dumbledore, including the patriarch Hunter, who had the highest magical attainments in the family and whose reputation was no less than that of potion masters like Slughorn.

"Albus, as you requested earlier, we have all the materials ready."

He had a cold face and tried to remain polite and decent, but the anger in his eyes was clear to everyone.

Since he took over the family, the entire Greengrass family has not produced a talented wizard like Astoria who inherited the bloodline of their ancestors for nearly half a century.

He had the ability to prolong his life and wanted to witness the glory of his descendants, but he was told that this was not a blessing from his ancestors but a deadly curse.

Of course he wouldn't believe it, but Dumbledore had no intention of discussing anything with him.

This is why there is such a deserted scene today.

But Dumbledore didn't care about it. Instead, he walked up to him with a smile and said, "I know you are unhappy with our decision, Hunter, but you will eventually realize that the blood curse was never a blessing."

The only response he got was Hunter's sneer.

"Come with me, Astoria's treatment room is already packed."

He had no intention of talking to Dumbledore, and it could even be said that he didn't give him any face at all.

No one has ever been able to fundamentally dismantle the blood curse like Lynn and Dumbledore did - this means that the blood curse, which often has certain positive effects, has never been objectively judged. Some people fear it like a tiger, while others treat it as a treasure.

The Greengrass family undoubtedly belongs to the latter, and has ingrained the idea in their hearts over hundreds of years.

Coincidentally, the blood curse in their family not only has a low probability of being inherited, but is also relatively mild in terms of its harmfulness.

Except for Astoria, whose concentration is too high and who faces serious risk of short life or even premature death, the rest of the wizards who show the characteristics of the blood curse can still live for some time, which further deepens their inherent impression.

But soon, when he felt the evil magic that was destroyed by the purification of Purple Shirt Rune and saw the nature of this magic that was called blessing but was actually a curse, the prejudice deeply rooted in his family honor was greatly shaken.

People always trust their eyes more than their ears.

The morning-long treatment gave him time to react and made a wise decision.

By the time the treatment was over, more than a dozen adult wizards from the Greengrass family had gathered inside and outside the room.

They are the backbone of this ancient family.

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Standing in front of the bed stained with black and red blood, this old man who was more stubborn than Dumbledore was still shocked by the thrilling scene before him and felt a little scared.

He is a stubborn and strong defender of his bloodline honor, but he is not a stubborn fool.

A foolish person would not be able to lead such a prominent family, let alone stand aside and watch the war that engulfed the wizarding community.

But he didn't expect that he, who had just sworn confidence, would be proved to be old and blind in the blink of an eye.

"Now... has the child recovered?" He asked slowly, lifting his dry fingers with tangled skin.

“It’s not that simple.” Lin En casually put away the quilt stained by Astoria’s blood, and said in a neutral tone, “The staying power of your ancestors’ [Gift] is not small. She needs at least a few months of recuperation.”

"This... ugh!"

With mixed feelings, Hunter Greengrass felt that he had never felt so miserable in his life of more than a hundred years.

Thinking of what Dumbledore had said not long ago, he felt like he was hit hard and didn't know how to face this old acquaintance and the young wizards around him.

"Ignorance is a chronic disease plaguing our society. It is not the responsibility of one or some people, Hunter." Dumbledore said considerately, "The blood curse is still unfamiliar to us. Your family is not the first, and it will not be the last. We need to change slowly."

"...You are right, Albus." Hunter, who was embarrassed, said after a long while, "And Eric and these two young men, the Greengrass family thanks you."

It is not easy for this old man who is about to celebrate his 150th birthday to say such words.

The Greengrasses waiting outside the house were a little agitated, but soon calmed down, especially Astoria's parents, who walked into the room and stood behind Hunter.

Facts speak louder than words.

Lin En was not ignorant of respecting elders. Seeing that he was sincere, he did not say anything more. He softened his tone and said, "Blood curses are different from each other. Astoria's blood curse is more focused on toxins rather than exhaustion and mutation. We need to prescribe the right medicine for the right condition."

As he spoke, he took out a few bottles of potions and placed them on the table. He then looked at the blood-replenishing potion that he had put aside just in case, but in the end he never actually used it.

"These are made with the venom of the Nundu leopard. Start taking them a week later, and stay in bed during this time. There will probably be some adverse reactions at first, but this is a method of fighting poison with poison. Madam Pomfrey will help her recuperate after school starts."

"Thank you, Mr. Eric." Fanny looked at him gratefully and sat down next to her pale daughter. "It was you who saved my daughter. Thank you very much."

"...Please stay and sit for a while, and let us prepare some small gifts." Florence said. Hunter was not in a position to speak, so naturally he, as the junior, had to do it for him.

But neither Dumbledore nor Lynn had such plans. They looked at each other and Dumbledore said:

"This is to save our own students, you don't have to be polite. Besides, the school is about to start, and we have a lot of things to do, so we won't bother you. I'll come visit again when I have the chance."

"This……"

"Okay, then we won't force you to stay. After school starts, I will visit you all at Hogwarts and St. Mungo's."

Florence wanted to persuade him, but Hunter raised his hand to stop him, and looked at the tribesmen waiting outside the door while speaking.

"Today is the most important day in the history of the Greengrass family, and each of us will remember it - as a reference for the future of the family."

He almost uttered the second half of the sentence through gritted teeth.

To deny the blood magic and bloodline glory that have been believed in for hundreds of years and dozens of generations is not just a rational issue.

Especially for Hunter, an old-school wizard who was bathed in the glory of his family and had been active from the second half of the last century to half a century ago, this was tantamount to denying most of his life.

And some of the Greengrass who are younger than him may be even more unable and unwilling to accept this reality than he is.

Lin En saw it all and knew it clearly, but no matter in terms of age, qualifications or status, there was no need for him to say anything more at this time.

This is the pure-blood family's own business. He only needs to heal his students and he doesn't want to care about anything else.

After giving Fanny a few words of advice, he left with Dumbledore and the others, not wanting to stay any longer - Dumbledore was right about one thing, he did have a lot of things to do.

Went to Bulgaria yesterday, came to treat the blood curse today, and then went to visit some old friends.

He had to find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as soon as possible, so he forced Lin En to join.

Even lunch was just a quick bite at St. Mungo's Hospital with Amanda and the others.

But if this was really that easy, he would not have considered asking Moody to come out - time was running out, and he needed to find someone who could help Harry grow as quickly as possible.

Chapter 407 A new beginning

It's evening in the Welsh countryside.

They have encountered several setbacks in a row. Those wizards who have a close personal relationship with Dumbledore are either busy with work or sick. In short, no one is willing to take on this hot potato.

This made Lynn somewhat impatient, especially after being asked to persuade Horace Slughorn.

"If all else fails, you can pick someone from the Order of the Phoenix. I think Ephias Doge is a good one. At least he is honest," he said.

Dumbledore sighed: "Ephias is not in good health, and he is not as young as Remus. It will be difficult for him to last a year, and he will not be able to give Harry targeted teaching."

He looked at Lin En, "You should be able to break this curse now. In terms of magic power alone, you may be better than me."

"I knew you were going to take advantage of me again." Lynn turned her head and rolled her eyes. "If I really destroyed this curse, do you think Voldemort wouldn't know? What would he find out?"

"...Yes, you are right." Dumbledore frowned, "Is there no way to have the best of both worlds?"

"If there was, I wouldn't be standing here with you in this remote place. If you really can't do it, call Moody back."

"No, he has to stay there!"

Dumbledore refused decisively and harshly, which surprised Lynn. Only after he had said it did he realize his mistake.

Facing Lin En's thoughtful gaze, he hesitated and sighed, "To be honest with you, I got a prophecy."

"You're here again... that drunkard?"

"Sybill can sometimes make very accurate predictions." Dumbledore said with a wry smile, "She reminded me to be aware of enemies hiding in the shadows and to avoid getting lost in the deep ocean."

"Hidden in the shadows, lost in the deep ocean?" Lin En frowned slightly. "So you think it's Leviathan? These two expressions are very similar, but unfortunately they are always specious. This is a common problem for half-baked prophets like her."

"That's what the prophecy says." Dumbledore nodded, "So I can't let these mysterious conspirators go. Alastor and Sirius need to focus on that, and we must also pay close attention to avoid any bigger mistakes."

"In that case..." After a moment's silence, Lynn's eyes suddenly lit up, "Would you like to consider Snape? I'd really like to see him fight against Voldemort's curse."

He had an expression of someone who wanted to enjoy the fun, and his eyes were full of mischief.

"..."

Dumbledore looked at him in silence with a strange expression.

"Okay, no more jokes." Lynn suppressed her bad taste. "If you consider teaching Harry, I would recommend Kingsley Shacklebolt. After all, his workload this year is not heavy. He can coordinate with the Ministry of Magic, which can also be regarded as enhancing the security of the event."

"Kingsley? That's a good choice." Dumbledore was a little tempted. He looked back at the old house that was already covered in the twilight and sighed. "If Horace is willing to help, I think it would be the best choice."

"I think so too, but unfortunately you can't persuade him, and neither can I - especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts." Lynn spread his hands innocently, "Accept reality, I have to go home for dinner anyway."

He planned to find a secluded place with few people and Apparate back to Birmingham.

But before he had taken two steps, Dumbledore called him again.

"There's something else I want to talk to you about, regarding Gellert and his men's recent actions."

"Hmm?" Lin En narrowed his eyes. "Go ahead."

"I don't intend to interfere with your actions, but I have heard something about those magical creatures all over Europe, such as vampires and banshees. Is there any reason?"

"The reason is simple. To mitigate risks in advance," Lin En said. "I also investigated those tribes that might be controlled by Leviathan. Most of them were placed in safer and secret places. The few stubborn ones were cleaned up. I don't want to face a group of monsters."

"...Okay, I see." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before nodding silently. "That's it, keep in touch, and remember to show up when you get to Greece."

"I know. I know what's going on." Lynn waved her hand. "Contact me anytime if you need anything, but I may not always be able to make it. If there is any emergency, it's best to discuss it with Gellert."

The rune symbol lit up beside him, and with a flash of blue light, his figure disappeared from Dumbledore's sight, leaving only a small black dot in the distant jungle, and then he completely disappeared in the shock of space.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore muttered silently in the sunset, feeling that a storm was about to come.

With one last look at the old house behind him, he sighed heavily, and also used Apparition to rush towards Hogsmeade.

As he left, Slughorn stood by a hidden window, feeling reassured.

"Finally I fooled him away..." The fat old walrus touched his chest exaggeratedly, "He even asked Lynn to be his lobbyist. This guy Albus is getting more and more dishonest! Fortunately, I stood firm."

He returned to his toffee chair, picked up a piece of candied pineapple that Lynn had brought him, stuffed it into his mouth, and let out a low moan of satisfaction.

Rather than teaching the boring and dangerous Defense Against the Dark Arts, and facing the curse from his once favorite student, it would be more comfortable and satisfying for him to stay at home and enjoy the respect from his students.

It would be a heavenly enjoyment if he could have unlimited candied pineapple, but unfortunately he also had to exercise moderation.

Later, melodious piano music echoed in the spacious room.

It was a piece by Vivaldi, in the Baroque style.