Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Isn't it the same if I ask him for private tutoring next week? He won't refuse me. Let's go. Are you done eating?"

Miss Granger was determined not to change her mind. She swallowed the remaining cereal in a few mouthfuls, stood up quickly, and walked out first.

The two little brothers, still holding the bread in their hands, looked at each other, and had to wolf down the salad on the plate, then chased after them with the bread in their mouths.

It turns out that if you become good friends with Hermione, your leisure time will inevitably be reduced - this is the truth Harry has concluded after three years.

They quickly went up the moving stairs. Professor Shacklebolt's office was on the upper floor, and they were very familiar with the route.

On the way, they met Luna, who seemed to have not eaten breakfast and was heading straight to the Room of Requirement, which was exactly what Hermione wanted.

Miss Lovegood, who was always willing to help, naturally would not refuse her friend's request. She immediately agreed to ask for leave for her, but she only looked up and down at the three people who were in a hurry.

"You have quite a few harassment gadflies on you." She said lightly, "And there may be some small surprises in today's event. It would be a pity if you don't come."

"Thank you for your reminder, Luna, but I think there will be more harassment flies if we don't go up quickly." Hermione showed a hint of impatience. She had never believed in the existence of such mysterious things.

This is very similar to Professor McGonagall.

They soon separated at the staircase, Luna continued upstairs while the trio disappeared into the corridor, heading straight for Kingsley's office and knocking on the door.

"Professor Shacklebolt, we're here." Harry tried to keep his tone calm.

Kingsley's voice came from behind the door: "Come in, the door is not locked, you are welcome."

This made Harry feel relieved.

He pushed the door open gently and was about to walk in when he stopped at the door.

The same thing happened to him as well as Hermione who almost got hit on the back.

"...Professor?" The usually intelligent assistant was now confused.

"I knew you had to come here too." Lynn smiled and stood up from Kingsley, "I can't do anything about you."

"Shouldn't you be in the Room of Requirement?"

"That should be the case, but a professor who was supposed to be here today is going to take my class." Lin En looked at her mischievously, "You missed a good opportunity."

"This……"

"But it's a good thing this way. Kingsley and I are going to give Harry a good warrior tutorial. It will be more convenient with you and Ron here," Lynn said.

The three young men looked at each other, and only Ron had an expression that said "I knew it would be like this."

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Also surprised were the teachers and students who gave up their weekend rest and rushed to the Room of Requirement.

When they entered the familiar training ground, the person they saw was not the familiar professor, but the headmaster Dumbledore, whom they might not see once a month.

Today he wore a dark purple robe, which perfectly set off his tall and thin figure - he was even taller than Lin En, and looked kind and majestic.

"Good morning, kids."

When everyone except Hermione arrived, the old headmaster, who rarely taught students, picked up the list given by Lynn and looked at each person with a calm expression.

"Professor Dumbledore, why are you here? Where is Professor Eric?" Doris asked in surprise.

"On behalf of Professor Eric, I will be the instructor for your club activities today." Dumbledore said.

His deep gaze finally settled on Cedric, who was standing at the front of the crowd.

To be precise, it is fixed on the top students who will become the true representatives of Hogwarts.

It was the first time for him to be alone with these of Lynn's favorite students, especially the closely guarded Cedric.

"Professor Dumbledore, what do you want to teach us?" Cedric also understood his eyes and asked softly.

Dumbledore smiled.

"I will teach you some very difficult and useful magic and knowledge that you cannot learn in class. For example, more advanced Transfiguration."

Chapter 490 Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude

"My office is now in your hands, Lynn. Be careful not to tear it down." Kingsley said half-jokingly, and then left in a leisurely manner.

He had other tasks to attend to, and they were important tasks that were no less important than protecting Harry.

After he left, Lynn said to the confused Harry and Hermione, "Don't look at it. This is a special lesson that I discussed with them in advance and prepared specifically for you. Haven't you been thinking about how to deal with dragons?"

"Professor, do you have any solution?" Hermione asked.

"Whether there is a way or not depends on how you want to deal with those fire dragons." Lynn said slowly.

"How to deal with...?"

"If you plan to beat one of them down with real swords like Cedric and Fleur did, then I can only regretfully tell you that there is no way."

Lynn's eyes sparkled with amusement and Harry scratched his head sheepishly, he had indeed thought about it, but it wasn't really realistic.

“But what exactly does the first project entail?”

"I am a member of the organizing committee. I certainly cannot tell you the content and rules of the competition directly, but I can remind you that not all confrontations need to be head-on. It is important to stay flexible at all times."

"Flexible figure?" Harry frowned.

"A powerful wizard wins with force, a wise wizard succeeds with strategy. If you think you are not outstanding in both aspects, you should choose the method that suits you best and give full play to your advantages." Lin En said patiently.

Harry thought carefully about his strengths - he was good at Quidditch and had a decent level of Dueling Magic, but neither of these skills seemed to be of much use against a dragon.

He said dejectedly: "Compared with them, I don't think I have any advantages."

"This is probably not what you really think, and your two friends probably wouldn't agree with it," said Lin En.

"So what do you think my advantages are?" Harry looked at him nervously, holding his breath.

"You have many advantages, some of which I have seen with my own eyes, and some of which Dumbledore told me."

Lin En took out a transcript slowly and said, "If we only consider the level of magic, you are far behind the best sixth and seventh graders. You don't deny this, right?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded.

"But you also have many qualities that they don't have." Lynn changed the subject, "You quickly found Voldemort and Quirrell's flaws when you were fighting in close combat with him. This shows that you are not only a brave wizard, but also have strong observation and reaction abilities, and are good at adapting to changing circumstances."

Harry's eyes lit up: "You also know this."

"Dumbledore and I are quite honest with each other." Lynn said slowly, "Another point, you are the first first-year Quidditch player in Hogwarts in decades. Even Cedric doesn't dare to say that he can fly better than you. This shows that you have good physical coordination."

"But can these help me fight the fire dragon?"

"Maybe you can't put it out alone. After all, with your level of magic, it's almost impossible to hurt a fire dragon, except for the smallest Peruvian Venomous Dragon." Lin En said matter-of-factly.

"Uncle Eric, you must know what to do, so don't keep us in suspense! I can't wait!" interrupted the impatient Ron, who was already scratching his ears and cheeks.

"You have to change your impatience, Ron." Lynn glanced at him. "The purpose of the tournament is not just to determine the winner. The process is the most important. You need to think about how to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, Harry. Think about what I told you before."

"Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses..." Harry fell into deep thought. Hermione wanted to speak but was stopped by Lynn's eyes.

After a long while, he raised his head again and said, "Professor, I understand what you mean. Since I can't defeat the dragon in an upright manner, I have to use other methods to achieve my goal. I know what I need."

"tell me the story."

"Although my skills are not as good as Krum's, my best skill is flying, as well as casting magic or performing technical moves while flying. I can deal with fire dragons."

"Very good idea, keep going."

"The organizers won't set impossible tasks, so I don't necessarily have to beat it, but I will most likely have to complete some pre-set requirements. If I can get my Firebolt, maybe I can make up for the gap in magic level."

Harry looked at his wand and said, "Professor, Percy told us the principle of the Summoning Charm. I would like you to teach me this magic."

"Very good, Harry. It's always better to figure it out yourself than for someone to tell you." Lynn said approvingly. She noticed from the corner of her eye that Hermione was also smiling. "Now take out your wands. This is the first lesson of the day."

"Yes, Professor!" Harry responded decisively, then suddenly froze, "You mean the first lesson?"

"Of course, you don't think I came all the way here just to teach you a spell? Dumbledore could do that himself, or even Kingsley."

Lin En raised an intriguing smile at the corner of his mouth, "I don't want to watch an air show. You are a wizard, a warrior of Hogwarts, are you aware of this?"

A small and exquisite statue slowly floated in front of the three people. It was a warm jade color all over and was different from the version Hermione had used.

The drifting air condensed beside Lynn, like invisible and colorless ribbons. Harry instinctively sensed a dangerous aura and his hair stood on end.

He swallowed hard: "Please give me some advice."

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Pyrenees, Beauxbatons.

In the wasteland behind the castle, a beautiful witch was running through the flying dust, avoiding the fire snakes.

The silver dragon continuously spewed out blue flames, and the rocks and soil melted in the high temperature, turning into a bright azalea red.

The waterfall-like silver hair was slightly singed in the smoke and fire, and the fair skin turned red due to fatigue and the heat, with fine beads of sweat covering the cheeks.

Beams of light shot across the sky and landed on the fire dragon, creating small dents that were quickly filled.

The silvery-white metal was not as hard as dragon scales, but it was more resilient than dragon scales, leaving the talented witch helpless.

Dozens of meters away, Euphemia stood in an open space with her arms folded, showing no sign of feeling sorry for her disciple.

"Don't you want to defeat Cedric? Then cheer up and use your best magic to solve it."

"That's... easy to say!"

Furong gritted her teeth, her long, straight thighs seemed a little out of control, her beautiful blue eyes were filled with fatigue and unwillingness.

Facing this powerful alchemical puppet for the first time, she was completely unable to find its flaws, let alone defeat it.

But if she was asked to give up like that, she would never agree to it as she was always proud and arrogant.

Just a simple provocation rekindled her fighting spirit. She tied up her long hair that was in the way and pointed her wand at the fire dragon in front of her.

With her Veela bloodline, she inherited not only extraordinary beauty but also unique skills from her grandmother.

This is blood magic that no one can learn.

A faint light appeared, and the magical power that moistened everything silently enveloped the fire dragon like a veil.

And there was Euphemia, who was watching coldly.

The way this teacher and student get along has been somewhat special since day one, but it can't be said to be bad.

Chapter 491 Dumbledore's Advice

At twelve noon, the Room of Requests.

The young wizards who had finished their studies left one after another, and Dumbledore called Cedric who was also about to go for lunch.

"Mr. Diggory, do you mind having lunch with an old man like me here?" Dumbledore asked half-jokingly.

"...Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Cedric stopped obediently and watched his friends disappear out the door one after another. Then he turned around and said, "Excuse me, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Lin En asked me to teach this class, at least 80% of the time, so that you can gain something. But just one class for everyone is far from enough, even with this magical statue."

Dumbledore said in a gentle voice, "I still have some suggestions about magic and your future growth. I don't think winning or losing a match can determine everything. It is honor, and only honor."

Cedric nodded and returned to his seat. Delicious dishes appeared on the table, which had obviously been prepared in advance.

After drinking a glass of pumpkin juice, the feeling of dry mouth and tongue disappeared, and most of the fatigue was also dissipated.

"Diggory, I know that many people call you the younger Lynn, including your classmates, teachers, and family." Dumbledore looked at him approvingly. "In fact, you have always been aiming for him, right?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. But there is still a big gap between me and Professor Eric. This is my direction and I will work hard for it." Cedric said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"That's a very good idea. I envy your condition. You have the energy of a young person, but you are much more stable than your peers." Dumbledore said, "You have indeed met all our expectations."

"Thank you, sir, but I don't think you're keeping me here just to compliment me," Cedric said. "I think we can get to the "but" part more directly."

His frankness surprised Dumbledore a little.

"This is more similar to your teacher. He also likes to say so." The old man smiled, "Your magic level is indeed the closest to Lin En's when he was in school in recent years, but your styles are completely different - although I know you have been trying to imitate his growth trajectory."

"what do you mean……?"

"He is him, and you are you. You can learn a lot of magic and knowledge from him, including the art of dueling, but don't try to be another him, because everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and they are different."

"Professor Eric told me that."

"He must have said that, but you didn't listen because you thought his approach was the best, right?" Dumbledore looked at him gently, "This is the real reason why I came here today in his place."