Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Prophecies full of profound meaning poured out from the old man's mouth.

With every word, his long silver hair became more translucent.

Although the wrinkles on his face were hidden by the smoke, they could not be hidden from Lin En's eyes.

He knew that even the most accurate and objective divination was contrary to the laws of nature.

Firenze's gaze was solemn and deep as he gazed at the forerunner who would lead him.

The prophecy was proceeding in an orderly manner, but an unexpected change occurred at this moment.

The clear night sky seemed suddenly covered with a layer of black gauze, and the bright moon, which was dimmed by the stars, burst into a cold glow.

The old man's body trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

"The war... is broken? No, there is still the other half...?"

He murmured to himself, trying to open his eyes wide, trying to find out what was behind the sudden change.

However, the window of time is fleeting.

The starlight has completely faded, the opportunities have been exhausted, and we can only wait for the next distant moment.

Strands of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

For this old man, the practice of forcibly continuing the prophecy was too much to bear.

The limbs that were strong when he was young were no longer able to bear his weight. He covered his chest and slowly fell to his knees.

The centaurs were in chaos, only Firenze rushed forward calmly and stuffed the herbs he had prepared into his mouth.

But it only worked slightly.

"Peso! Ogizi! Feihu!"

Amid the chaos, Lynn used his powerful magic to soar into the air, his wand flashing a dazzling light.

Three huge Rune letters appeared in the night sky, and a vast aura spanning thousands of years of time gushed out.

Rune Peso of the Spirit.

Healing Rune Ogizzi.

Rune Fehu of abundance.

Three completely different kinds of magical powers intertwined and transformed into an endless source of vitality, flowing into the elder's body, making up for the deficit and pulling him back from the brink of decline.

......

......

"Your magic is still as amazing as ever." Surrounded by his tribesmen, the centaur elder opened his eyes and held Lin En's hand. "Next time may be a chance to see the truth. It will also be the time for me to return to nature. I am old enough."

His calm words didn't sound like an announcement of death, but rather like he was talking about what to eat tonight.

The centaurs all showed sad expressions, and Firenze's eyes also became deep and sad.

Most of the centaurs in this tribe have grown up under the protection and leadership of this wise man.

But the old man himself is very open-minded.

He just said with a little emotion: "In fact, there is no destiny in this world, only truth. I just don't know whether what I see in the end will be the truth or an illusion - just like the wizard's sacrifice this afternoon."

His eyes were a little cloudy, which made Lin En understand his mood in the afternoon.

He may have expected it and accepted it long ago.

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The fall of the elder brought the divination to an abrupt end.

The elderly elder took Lin En's hand, patiently gave him a few words of advice, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Even with Lin En's help, he was still injured and it was unknown whether he could fully recover at his age.

The entire community became depressed, with Bane and several powerful warriors maintaining order, while the pharmacists gathered together for anxious discussions.

In such a situation, Lin En didn't want to disturb them, so he just left some medicine and said goodbye.

Firenze decided to give him a ride, but both of them were a little silent, until they reached the edge of the centaur territory.

When the astronomy tower was vaguely visible, Firenze asked, "Do you know why the elders allowed you to enter the community at any time?"

Lin En shook his head. He hadn't figured out why the xenophobic centaurs would do this, and Firenze had kept it a secret for years.

But tonight he seemed to be in a talkative mood.

The handsome and powerful centaur prophet slowly walked up to Lynn and placed his hands on his shoulders.

This is a rare kind of intimacy for the horse people.

He said solemnly: "You are the first wizard who has no intention of using centaurs, and you do not regard us as aliens... Among wizards, you are like an alien."

"Racial differences are nothing compared to ideas." Lynn shook his head and told the truth.

“That’s how it should be.” Firenze nodded with a smile. “You love the starry sky as much as we do. It’s just that the centaurs explore destiny, while you pursue mystery. But I think this is the same goal. So we respect this friendship, not only because you have helped us.”

"Thank you for your trust." Lin En lowered his head slightly, "I also cherish this friendship. It is an important part of my life."

"Me too. Also, Bainto, let me tell you that you are very good at archery. You can compete with him next time."

Firenze turned around nimbly, and stopped before leaving, restraining the smile on his face, and reminded seriously: "Protect the human cubs, they are surrounded by danger."

After saying this, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter 42 Spells and Countermeasures

It was already late when Lynn returned to Hogwarts.

Thinking of the advice of the elders and Firenze, he did not act rashly and went straight back to his office and living room.

He was still sorting out the elders' prophecies. Each sentence had a basis, but was not so clear, just like the countless prophecies the centaurs had made before.

Observing the starry sky only reveals silhouettes and fragments of the future, or allegorical scenarios.

And Firenze's parting reminder made him think of the hidden dangers on campus - although Dumbledore vowed that there would be no accidents.

But his promises are never as reliable as they seem.

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There was a faint smell of air freshener in the room, presumably from Hermione.

This little witch, who was born into a Muggle family like him, was not only a hardworking and good student, but also had a very considerate side, which was often masked by her strong personality and was not easy to detect - especially in the eyes of her two good friends.

There were two piles of materials neatly placed on the table, one thin and one thick.

The thin ones are the teaching plans for lower grades, and the thick ones are the reports for sixth grade students.

Many students apply to become assistants.

Secretly praising Hermione's efficiency, Lynn sat over and glanced through it.

The agitated mood gradually calmed down.

He casually put the documents into the cabinet.

Now is not the time to study, there are more important things to do.

For example, this divination which is extremely costly and may not be effective... and the contract with Garcia.

In order to find the Horcrux without destroying the Room of Requirement, he would definitely use this divination, but only after being well prepared.

The old book that he never leaves but never reveals its true appearance lies flat on the table.

He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, his eyes calm, magic power lingering at his fingertips, forming a mysterious symbol.

The dark golden mark sensed the call and reappeared.

But it is not what it was when the contract was concluded.

It quickly covered his forehead like a dense pattern.

This is an ancient magic called the Oath Spell.

Looking through the mirror, Lynn recognized it immediately.

Its effect is simple, it changes the two-way oath into a one-way one, freeing the caster from the trouble of the contract cost, and adding the function of sensing the position of the recipient.

This is a rare magic that is almost only mastered by South American wizards. It is extremely difficult and has not been seen in more than a hundred years.

But unfortunately, Lynn, who was a student of Nicolas Flamel, just happened to know how to crack it.

And his hawthorn wand is very good at cursing and counter-cursing.

"I've advised you, Garcia, not to be too clever, but unfortunately..." Lin En, who had seen through the situation when the contract was signed, shook his head regretfully, "Since you've come to me, don't blame me for playing along. Let me see who you really are."

He raised his wand and moved his lips slightly.

"All curses come to an end."

The most powerful spell to break the curse that can only be performed by multiple wizards working together was used lightly, and golden light shone on the oath derived from mythology.

A page of parchment fell out of the book, flew into the air, and quickly burned up.

The crystal blue light and the golden spell complement each other.

The mark reappeared, but slowly and irreversibly dissipated.

In just a moment, it disappeared into thin air along with the burned pages.

But the dancing light did not disappear, but followed an invisible thread, passed through space and disappeared.

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Brazil, a castle hidden in the rainforest, Castrobusa.

South American wizards have formed three major characteristics in thousands of years of development: pharmacy, astrology and curse science. Castrobus is famous for these three disciplines and the protection of magical creatures.

The tall and magnificent building, like a temple, was filled with students in green robes.

This wizarding school, which recruits students from all over South America, is several times larger than Hogwarts.

At this time, their seventh grade was taking a lesson on curses and counter-curses. Hundreds of students were sitting in an auditorium-like classroom, listening to the professor's lectures and instructions.

The tall and thin witch stood at the podium, with dense Portuguese writing on the blackboard.

The explanations that progressed from the simple to the complex and were instructive were transmitted to the students' ears and imprinted in their hearts through clear voices.

Among Castrobusa today, this professor, who became famous in his thirties, is the most popular and the most popular among students.

Her rich personal resume and serious yet humorous personality conquered all teachers and students in just a few years.

But she was not in good condition today.

She was originally telling the story of how she broke the curse of an ancient ruin in Argentina with great interest, but suddenly she clenched the back of her hands tightly and frowned.

Then, she stood up straight abruptly, said stiffly, "I'm not feeling well, this class will be changed to self-study," and left in a hurry, leaving the little wizards in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.

After leaving the classroom, her pace suddenly quickened and she ran across the corridor and returned to the living room.

She locked the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and fell on the bed in pain, curling up. In a short moment, the sheets were completely soaked by the sweat that gushed out.

It's not physical pain, but a shock to the soul.

This is the price of having the spell broken. There is no way to alleviate it and one can only endure it.

On the forehead, the mark that had disappeared long ago returned and turned into a dense pattern.

This is a backlash, but it is not the end of everything.

The sweat-soaked hair fell from the forehead, blocking the view but unable to hide the mark on the back of the hand.

A cold eye appeared in her sight and then turned into words.

[Ms. Ines Garcia, for the sake of our cooperation and joint pursuit of dark wizards, and considering the harmlessness of this magic, I will not retaliate against you for your offense.]

【I know that few people can overcome the temptation of knowledge, especially wisdom, especially a good wizard. 】

[I will fulfill my promise, but please remember my advice, everything you gain has a price. ]

【This is my response, and also a signal for our future meeting. 】

[Of course, if you can lift it, I will sincerely congratulate you. ]