Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Kingsley waved his wand gently, and the dummies scattered and landed all over the open space in the classroom.

"Aurors have many specific skills, such as disguise, infiltration, and intelligence gathering. These will be systematically taught and specially trained during the three-year training. I hope you can learn some less professional skills in advance, but they are useful at any time."

“It works great at all times?”

"Yes, I plan to teach you some common spells to break the dark magic, as well as some white magic to resist it." Kingsley said, "At the same time, there are also essential skills for Aurors, anti-torture techniques."

"Counter-torture?" Harry's eyes widened. "You mean... torture? Or truth serum?"

"Including but not limited to these, but I'm glad you know about truth serum. This should be something that will be taught in senior potion classes." Kingsley encouraged.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry lowered his head modestly, thinking that he must not tell the other party the true source of the matter anyway.

He had known about the potion since his second year, the night Snape suspected the three of them of being involved in the attack on the Chamber of Secrets.

Kingsley continued, "Since you know about Veritaserum, you should also know that some magic can make you reveal your true feelings involuntarily or lose control, right?"

"Yes, Professor."

"There are two most advanced forms of these magics. One is Legilimency, which means entering your brain and searching through countless memories for parts that are useful to the caster. This requires both parties to make eye contact in order to perform."

Kingsley deliberately opened his eyes wide and looked at Harry, scaring him so much that he quickly looked away.

He doesn't want others to see his secrets.

"Very good, that's the kind of vigilance we need!" Kingsley laughed. "Protecting your own brain and memory is a required course for an excellent wizard, not just an Auror. The other one must be familiar to you, although you may not have come into contact with it."

Without even looking, he raised his wand and tapped it towards the corner of the classroom: "Soul out of the body!"

The deep and evil aura of black magic spread invisibly, although no direct magical fluctuations could be felt.

"...The Imperius Curse." Harry recognized this Unforgivable Curse, which had been demonstrated in class yesterday, and swallowed hard.

"To resist these magics, sometimes you need to master the corresponding magic such as Occlumency, and sometimes you need a stronger will." Kingsley's tone became heavy and serious. "I have two old colleagues who have resisted the continuous torture of the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse for three days. These two spells are weapons that destroy the will and killing moves that take advantage of the opportunity. They are the most tenacious Aurors I have ever seen."

Harry felt himself go rigid - just hearing Professor Shacklebolt talk about this was enough to make the hair on his head stand on end, let alone experiencing these spells himself.

"If you want to become an outstanding Auror, training in this area is essential - I give you the opportunity to choose. You can come here every weekend to complete a series of training with me. It will be hard and sometimes painful. You can refuse." Kingsley said.

His eyes were fixed on Harry, trying to find some fear, retreat and entanglement in him.

But he didn't find it, which made this veteran not sure whether to be happy or sad.

While they were talking, Ron heard everything from the wall outside the classroom.

He left on tiptoe.

Chapter 429: Valuable Vigilance

"...Uncle Eric, this is what I heard. Professor Shacklebolt wants Harry to undergo some kind of anti-torture training. There is also the Imperius Curse in the Unforgivable Curses. I am worried that there may be some problems here."

About ten minutes later, Ron was sitting in Lynn's office and briefly told his most trusted teacher and elder about the conversation he had heard.

Listening to him chattering about his guesses, Lynn's expression was a little strange - he guessed the reason.

It's impossible for a battle-hardened Auror like Kingsley to fail to notice Ron's clumsy eavesdropping. It must have been intentional. As for the reason, it was probably due to leaking the information and putting pressure on Dumbledore.

I didn't expect that this honest-looking guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes would actually be so cunning... While complaining in his heart, Lin En cleared his throat and looked at Ron who was waiting for his reply.

"Do you think Professor Shacklebolt might want to harm Harry?" he asked quietly.

"That's not the case. Professor Shacklebolt is a very powerful wizard. Everyone likes him, even though we only had one class." Ron shook his head. "I just feel like something is not right here. You know, the World Cup happened not long ago."

His expression was a little conflicted, not knowing how to express himself appropriately.

He is unusually tall and perhaps the only one in the family who is less talkative than Charlie.

But he has always been alert and decisive.

Lynn knew this all too well.

"I know you are a good friend who cares about yourself, and you must have listened carefully to yesterday's class and learned to be vigilant at all times." Patting his increasingly strong shoulders, Lin En said with a smile, "This is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it is a very good habit."

"Do you support my opinion?" Ron smiled brightly after being praised, like a cheerful boy next door.

"I support your approach, not your inference." Lynn raised her index finger and shook it gently. "It's a good thing to be cautious, but sometimes you can't jump to conclusions too much. Professor Shacklebolt is a good teacher, and his tutoring is supported by the headmaster and recognized by Harry's guardian."

"Including the use of the Unforgivable Curses?" Ron was surprised.

"Yes, including the use of the Unforgivable Curses, because Harry has his own unique problems - such as his scar." Lynn looked at Ron seriously. "You are his best friend and may be able to provide some help and support that we cannot give."

"The help and support you all can't give? Sorry, Uncle Eric, I don't seem to know what I can do."

"There are many things you can do, such as giving Harry some company. You know, the more difficult the training, the more you need a companion." Lynn bent his fingers and tapped on the armrest of his chair, making a light "tapping" sound.

Ron didn't understand for a moment, and his expression was one of pure confusion and bewilderment.

"What I mean is, Ron, are you willing to accept Professor Shacklebolt's special training with Harry? Every weekend, if you are willing, I can help you talk to him. He won't mind having another enthusiastic and studious student. By the way, he won't be the only one responsible for this special training. Headmaster Dumbledore and I will also participate in it when appropriate and give you some guidance."

"...!"

Ron finally understood Lynn's intentions, and the freckles on his face were diluted a little by his bright smile.

"Of course I do!" As if afraid of regretting it, he grabbed Lin En's arm and shook it hard.

His magic level might be hard to judge, but he proved with his actual performance that his physique was definitely a gift among wizards.

By the standards of a fourteen-year-old boy, he could certainly be described as having extraordinary physical strength.

"It's done, it's done," Lin En hurriedly stopped him, swinging his arms and saying unhappily, "Anyway, I've created the opportunity for you. Whether you can seize it depends on you."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Percy wrote to me not long ago, hoping that I would take better care of you and Ginny at school. I also feel that I haven't paid enough attention to you in the past two years. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me. It's also time for you to consider your OWLs exams and future employment. Don't be like Fred and George, who together couldn't even get twelve certificates."

"I know Uncle Eric is always nice to us!" Ron chuckled and scratched his head. "I will never say you are partial again! You are my best uncle!"

“Hmm?” Lin En raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man with a playful expression, “Biased…Is this how you looked at me before?”

"I--!" Ron felt a possible tragic outcome, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. "Of course this is impossible! You must have heard it wrong! I'm leaving now. I'll leave Professor Shacklebolt to you!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed out of the office with his long arms and legs. The sound of his running echoed in the corridor and he almost bumped into the door.

“Poor kid…” Lin En shook his head, with a slight smile on his face. “I wonder how much Molly will have to worry about them in the future—seven little guys, none of them is easy to deal with!” As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly, and the door closed again.

He stretched himself, walked to the window to bask in the sun, feeling the dryness and freshness after the rain. Then, feeling fully revived, he poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee and returned to his desk.

On the table were several rubbings that Ron had been studying before he came, all of which were taken from the ruins of the evil god on the island of Crete.

Myths, beliefs, temptations, the magic and schemes hidden in the murals always cast a shadow over his vision.

That is a mystery that even Salazar Slytherin has not been able to solve, and it has remained for thousands of years. Perhaps it is also the key.

The answer is most likely hidden in the mysterious Linear Bacteria.

After sorting out his thoughts and calming down, Lynn picked up the quill and began to write and draw on a roll of brand new parchment.

He wanted to re-draw the murals on the rubbings and look for clues from these patterns that recorded ancient beliefs.

This is a huge project that started before dawn, and it is only the tip of the iceberg now.

But he was not alone, for before long Doris arrived with Hermione and Cedric.

Although it was only the second day of the new semester, judging from their mental states, not only Doris, who had become a professor, but also the two assistants were in excellent condition, especially Cedric.

Having just become an assistant, he quickly adapted to the role and did his work in an orderly manner. Although he was not as efficient as Percy, he was calm and methodical, which was also due to his personality.

With their help, the fragmentary murals soon took shape in both form and spirit, and one could vaguely see some of the charm of the temple, except for the bewitching magic.

This is what it should look like. It is not outstanding, but it was given a different meaning by magic.

"Professor, I don't understand why you want to copy such a mural? It looks quite ordinary." The outspoken Doris asked bluntly.

Her question also puzzled Cedric and Hermione.

“That’s why I want to copy it because it’s ordinary.” Lin En kept moving his brush, and while he was talking, he made another stroke, outlining the expression of a middle-aged man vividly. “Because it has become extraordinary due to magic, I want to find the real origin and deduce it backwards.”

Chapter 430 Myths and Gods

"Origin?" Cedric was puzzled. "I don't fully understand, Professor. What is this pattern?"

"This is what I found on Crete not long ago. It's a... hard to describe, but you can understand it as the remains of an ancient creature of the evil god."

With a few "swish" strokes, the last blank was filled. Lin En put down his pen with satisfaction, and looked at the "commoner" image that he had finally created with simple strokes, thoughtfully.

This is the fourth mural. It is not about creation, but about the god of war - the god with a golden helmet, bare chest and a red cloak leads his believers to defeat the devil.

"What is the evil god?" Hermione asked, "Does God really exist in this world? Or a stronger wizard?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to find out." Lin En said, moving his slightly stiff fingers. "In the ruins I explored, the main god was not a human, but a giant snake."

"Big snake..." Doris blinked. "Professor Binns said that Crete does have a tradition of worshiping the snake god, and I heard that there are several kinds of magic that have long been lost."

"You listened very carefully. It is true." Lin En nodded. "The reason for the loss is the destruction of the writing. Look at the linear writing on these murals. They are a type of ancient Cretan writing. They are closely related to another type that has been deciphered, but we can't find the corresponding one."

"Do you think they are another kind of magic runes? Like runes?" Doris' eyes lit up, and Cedric and Hermione also became interested.

"Not a thought, but a certainty. I just need to find more specimens—there are only a few right now."

Lynn raised his wand and slowly drew a few words in the air that were familiar to the three people but whose meanings were unclear.

“It’s meant to be restorative.”

An unused chair suddenly broke into pieces, scattering all over the floor.

The golden text suddenly turned into deep black magic, and in the blink of an eye, the chair was restored to its original state, and it also returned to its original position.

"It's faster than it could be repaired," said Hermione. "This is very powerful magic, Professor."

"That's not quite true, Hermione," Cedric interrupted sternly. "Look at the surface of the wood."

Following his fingertips, Hermione looked carefully and saw that the lines on the wooden chair were a little darker than before - but because it was originally a dark brown, it was not very noticeable at the moment.

"Not only that, the magic power of these runes has also been enhanced in some way." Doris said in a deep voice, her tone no longer so playful and leisurely, "This is black magic, very weird."

"Your observations are very detailed," Lynn praised. "That's why I want to study them. Doris said it was black magic, which is both right and wrong."

He raised his hand and the golden words disappeared.

"Dark magic is a more modern concept. It did not exist when these runes and ancient magic were born." Lynn said, "So dark magic was also popularized during that period, using human cognitive limitations as a medium, and was seen as a blessing from God - and sometimes a punishment."

"God's blessing and punishment..." Hermione frowned slightly, her bright eyes filled with thoughts, "This sounds a bit like some Muggle myths. In other words, some ancient gods are not only things in nature, but also humans?"

"Or some more bizarre existence." Cedric thought of what Lin En had just said, "And they may not be good, like these."

"The ancients believed that gods were objects of worship that were beyond their understanding. This was almost the only condition, and it had nothing to do with good or evil." Lynn lifted up the parchment and spread it out, revealing the mural he had just copied.

"Nature worship, totem worship, ancestor worship, and individual worship are all common forms of mythology. In addition, there is also concept worship."

Pointing to the deity similar to the "God of War" on the mural, Lin En said slowly, "There are two types of concept worship. One is social concept, such as war and fertility, and the other is macro concept, such as the Light Mantra you learned - the good god Ahura Mazda."

"Since they are concepts, it means they don't actually exist." Doris figured something out. "After all, this is just a concrete representation of a concept that exists in reality, or it comes from people's fantasies and spiritual sustenance."

"You hit the point." Lin En smiled and said, "Some myths are very simple, so the gods are also simple, while others are very complex, so the powers of the gods seem to be richer. The typical example is Ahura, who has hundreds of titles and has spread to many civilizations."

"So what's the difference between them?" Hermione asked.

"It's simple. What can be imitated are often phenomena, while what really comes from human imagination and sustenance are more rules." Lin En walked to the window and pointed at the sun in the sky. "For example, powerful wizards or some intelligent magical creatures can simulate light and heat, and even the shape of the sun, but they can't create day and night."

"So those phenomena that can be imitated and the corresponding gods are fake?" Doris looked down at her wand.

She probably knows more about ancient magic other than rune magic than any of her classmates, and even learned the Eye of Tonatiuh, so she is most deeply touched by these contents.

"Don't be so absolute, Doris." Lin En shook his head. "It should be said another way. Fake gods often use these phenomena that can be imitated as 'miracles' to confuse ordinary people in ancient times and even wizards with low magic power, until they are mixed into the mythology system based on imagination and natural perception."

"So what's the reason for them to do this?" Cedric was confused. "Wealth? Or power?"

"I wouldn't rule it out, but it's unlikely to be the common goal of everyone who does this."

Lynn pointed to the mostly blank parchment on the table.

"Perhaps we can find some of the answers from these murals. I believe there are many secrets hidden in them."

"Of course!" Doris said happily, "Now I don't think they are too ordinary. Sure enough, the things taken out from the professor must be very interesting."

"Like I always told you, studying magic is a process of deconstructing mysteries, but it's not just about studying magic. There are still many unknowns in this world, and the process of exploring the unknown is the process of our growth, which is not determined by age, experience, or ability." Looking at the young man he had high hopes for, he smiled and asked, "Is it about time for a break now?"

"Yes, Professor!" the three said in unison.

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Italy, Venice, there is an ancient early Gothic church along the Grand Canal in Venice.