Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Do you think I'm doing something wrong? Whether it's Transfiguration, Rune Magic, or Dueling Magic, I don't think I'm not focused enough on learning it, or that the effect isn't good enough." Cedric frowned.

"No, it is precisely because you are focused enough and your learning effect is good enough that I am sitting here."

"You've got me a little confused."

"Your growth, including Miss Foley's growth, has made teacher Lynn feel satisfied and surprised. It has also made him subconsciously coach you in the same way he coached himself - but he overlooked a crucial point."

Dumbledore said earnestly, "Lynn is the most resilient wizard I have ever seen, and his ability to accept is unparalleled. This is a gift from magic, a very valuable talent. Sometimes it is not enough for you to just want to learn and study hard. When you have absorbed enough knowledge, even your body will feel the pressure."

Cedric understood the hidden meaning in his words, and nodded subconsciously, comparing it with his own learning and growth.

All students who join the Stargazer Club know that Professor Eric is a true tireless iron man, and working as hard as he does is a talent in itself.

People who do not have sufficient endurance will not be able to bear the dual pressure of physical and mental pressure even if they want to do so.

"Indeed, even with the professor's time and space gap, I can't persist in more intensive practice." He said softly, "It's okay for just one or two items, but it's almost impossible to reach his level."

"This is normal. There is no need to feel upset. You and your classmates have shown perseverance and understanding beyond my imagination. But we must admit that there are always people in this world who are gifted in different ways."

"Are you saying that it's impossible for me to catch up with the professor?"

"I have no such intention. I just hope you understand that Lynn's path seems to be the easiest to imitate, but it may be the most difficult to actually practice. He can choose not to make any choices, but this is not something that others can do, and neither can I."

Dumbledore said, "We need to make choices. Through choices, we can find the most efficient path so that our limited time and energy can be used in the most appropriate place. Professor Foley is wiser than you in this regard. She realized the difference between herself and Lynn very early on and made a choice."

"Make a choice..." Cedric hesitated for a moment, his nerves tense. "Is this what he meant?"

"Based on what I know about him, there should be no other reason - his attainments in Transfiguration are no less than mine, but his emphasis is different." Dumbledore cut off a piece of beef and tasted it with relish.

After chewing slowly, he raised his head with satisfaction, "Do you need my advice? I have to say that you are a very talented young man in the field of Transfiguration. Minerva and I are 100% confident that you will achieve something, provided that you devote more energy to it. This is your strong point."

"Thank you, sir, I will seriously consider it." Cedric said calmly, "After discussing this matter with Professor Eric, but I am curious, why can Professor Eric do it?"

"Let me give you an example. The human brain is like a library filled with knowledge and information. There is not much space that can be fully utilized by us. The same is true for masters of memory magic."

Dumbledore said meaningfully, "No matter how much you can store, even if you put all your knowledge in there, you will face a problem - the more books you have, the harder it is to sort them out, and the harder it is to find what you want."

"So outstanding wizards often have a style of magic that they are best at, and the others are inferior." Cedric nodded knowingly.

"That's right. If you choose to go in parallel, there are only two opposite results - either you become the next Lynn, or you become ordinary."

Dumbledore paused and emphasized seriously, "Even if we look at it over thousands of years, he is unique. A friend of mine said that he is very greedy, and I agree with this evaluation, but he has the capital to do so. But you, Mr. Diggory, I hope you can make some choices, which will be beneficial to your long-term development."

As the saying goes, those who are involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things clearly. Dumbledore may be the person who sees this most clearly and thoroughly.

Cedric said nothing more, just holding his wand in deep thought.

The food on the plate went cold before I even started eating it.

It takes time to accept that no matter how hard you try, you can never be perfect - especially for a young person as gifted and talented as Cedric.

Chapter 492 Clearing the Obstacles

After a whole day of training, Harry hardly slept at night. His head was filled with all kinds of knowledge, as well as fatigue and pain that were extremely real even though they were only in the virtual space - he felt like a sponge full of water, and the water could be squeezed out with a slight movement.

Before dawn, he got up from his bed with a heavy heart, and ran straight to the eighth floor holding his flying broom.

Before the morning Herbology class, he decided to make the most of the time to practice the spell he had just started learning yesterday.

He believed that this miraculous magic that could control the air for both offense and defense would give him an extra trump card to win - provided that he could really learn it within two days.

It seems very difficult at the moment, but he has challenged this low-probability event countless times.

With firm belief, he walked to the opposite side of the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas with a club, concentrated his energy, and entered the extremely smooth door.

Then he saw a tall and thin figure doing morning exercises among a dozen targets.

"Cedric? Why are you also..."

"Stop the spell!" Cedric, who was practicing Runefire, stopped immediately. "It's Harry. Good morning."

"I didn't expect you to come so early." Harry scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Excuse me."

Cedric raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his face. "The competition will start tomorrow, so I need to hurry up and do some targeted exercises. How was your study with Professor Eric yesterday? If you don't mind, we can study together. There's plenty of space here."

"Thank you, that's what I meant." Harry nodded, then looked a little confused, "How did you know I was with the professor yesterday?"

"I saw him last night, and he spoke highly of you." Cedric said gently, "The Flying Spell is okay, but air manipulation is a very complicated magic. Although the professor gave it a nice name, it is actually quite dangerous and powerful. I wish you good luck."

"Thanks, you too."

Harry bowed politely and walked aside. The two people, who were not very familiar with each other, tacitly occupied half of the room each and started different training programs.

On one side, there were flames shooting up into the sky, mixed with dazzling white lights and several hounds running around, creating a very lively atmosphere.

On the other side, there were continuous shouts with powerful voices, and air was constantly flowing back and forth. It was like the whistling wind, but its presence could not be felt.

The two sides of the House of Requirement are clearly separated. They do not interfere with each other, but they cannot avoid looking at each other.

Especially Harry, he had heard about Cedric's level and deeds from Hermione a long time ago, and he also knew that he was one of the most valued students of the professor he respected.

This inevitably made him curious, and he did not forget to observe secretly while practicing.

This glance really made him realize that the scene was somewhat different from usual.

The spells Cedric cast were not complicated. He knew every one of them and there were not many of them. They were nothing more than Transfiguration and a few Runes. The only difficult one was the Purple Rune.

But even with just a few spells, the momentum was enough to shock Harry, who had just experienced high-intensity teaching yesterday - he had never seen such powerful magic from a student, and it was done without any delay and at an astonishing speed.

This couldn't help but make him feel stressed.

If all his opponents in the tournament were of this level, it would be difficult for him to win even with Dumbledore's personal instruction.

Thinking of this, he swallowed, gripped his wand tightly, and shouted, "Firebolts fly over!"

"Whoosh-"

The broom that was quietly parked in a corner of the field flew in like an arrow and landed steadily in his hand.

Cedric also saw this scene, and immediately understood about 70% of Harry's plan, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"That's a good idea." He praised in a voice that only he could hear.

He appreciated the wisdom of winning, but it was not for him.

Because he wants to win by honest means and defeat all opponents and tests in the most upright manner.

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The high-intensity morning exercise in the Room of Requirement continued until the morning class was about to begin, and the two warriors sweated profusely.

What they didn't know was that in the principal's office, a sophisticated device was already presenting a clear picture of the scene.

"It seems that he has made a decision after talking to you." Dumbledore said with a smile.

He was genuinely pleased and delighted with Cedric's transformation - and he also hoped to witness the further growth of this young talent.

Lin En yawned and said, "One day he will pick up what he has put down now. I have faith in him. The choice is only temporary."

"I believe that," Dumbledore said, "but human energy is limited. If you can't do everything at once, you have to give up something. This is for the sake of better gains. But I think he will feel a little frustrated, right?"

"I thought you would express it more tactfully and artistically, but it turns out I was wrong." Lynn curled her lips.

"That was my original plan, but he was as perceptive as you were back then and guessed my intention right away."

"This shows that you are not diligent enough." Lin En disagreed with this explanation. "But it doesn't matter. He is my disciple and has a strong psychological quality. Only when people admit their shortcomings can they achieve perfection. After all, mystery has no end. Each of us is on the road."

"It would be great if there were more young people as good as Diggory, but unfortunately there are always only a few like them." Dumbledore sighed.

"Isn't this our goal?" Lynn turned her head and looked at him. "Why else do you think I would change everything now? I'm not a power monster like Gellert. I only care about the future."

The slender index finger gently touched the metal screen, and the picture slowly zoomed in.

At this time, Ron and Hermione, as well as Doris, Boyce and Pavla who also got up early, had arrived. They gathered in groups to help their friends.

"Starting from their generation, I believe the entire wizarding society will be different from the past. What I have to do is to clear away all those who dare to stand in the way before they grow up."

Lin En said murderously, "Whether it's a monster or a noseless old man, let me do what Helga and the others failed to do, and let me kill the people they didn't kill. Anyway, there will be no resistance as long as they are killed."

"You are really... straightforward." Dumbledore chose his words carefully, "But this time I support your plan. We should indeed remove obstacles for young people. This is a historical legacy that has lasted for thousands of years and should not continue to exist."

The azure eyes reflected Harry's reflection. He just turned his head on the other side of the screen, and their eyes seemed to meet invisibly in mid-air.

"These children will grow up and become the backbone of the next era." As he murmured, Dumbledore's eyes gradually became firm and sharp.

The murderous aura and unstoppable sharpness were totally unlike that of a man over a hundred years old. Instead, he looked like a warrior in his prime, walking in the world and fighting against injustice.

Seeing this, Lynn also smiled in surprise and said softly, "This is the real you, or... the one that Gellert mentioned - it's a pleasure to work with you."

Chapter 493 The First Project

Lynn and Dumbledore's plan was unknown to the young people.

All their attention was focused on the training, research and discussion before the project started, and the inevitable confusion and panic were replaced by concentration.

The atmosphere in the school became exciting and enthusiastic, and even the classes on Monday and Tuesday were a mess.

Corridors, auditoriums, classrooms...

Wherever they went, Cedric and Harry could hear blessings and encouragement from the people around them, and the way time ran became strange.

From the first Herbology class on Monday to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Tuesday morning, Harry felt nothing real - except for the drowsiness brought by frequent magic practice and the soreness and swelling in his right wrist that seemed to be about to break.

It was a strain that even the ointment Madam Pomfrey gave couldn't completely cure.

"I'm really curious, how does Professor Eric manage to train like this day after day?"

At the lunch table on Tuesday, Harry rubbed his wrist and sighed, and he was not as nervous as he had expected.

Hermione and Ron were a little uneasy.

"Don't worry about this for now. Eat something." Ron looked around. "The game will start soon. I'll go with you to ask him after you win the game."

He felt the gazes of many people, both inside and outside the school, looking at them.

"Come on Harry, you will succeed." Hermione whispered, putting a few fried steaks on Harry's plate.

Before Harry had time to eat, Professor McGonagall appeared at the door of the Great Hall - only then did he notice that everyone else had left and he was the only warrior left.

"Porter, now all the Warriors have to go down to the field... You must be ready to complete the first event."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall."

Harry devoured the steak in two or three bites, wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, stood up, and placed his knife and fork steadily on the table.

He left the hall with Mag, who seemed calm on the surface but looked a little flustered and anxious.

They walked outside in silence, to an empty space where no one was, and Mag put her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be nervous, Potter." McGonagall said, "Remember, there will be no impossible project, and Lynn will be on the sidelines from beginning to end, he will control the situation. But the most important thing is to play to your true level, understand?"

"I understand, Professor." Harry said calmly. The cold wind between autumn and winter made him very sober. This calmness also restored some color to McGonagall's face.

Together, the two of them walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and followed the route they had taken on Saturday night toward the hunting grounds and arena where the dragons were.

Just outside the enclosure that day, a huge tent blocked everything behind it, and the dark entrance was facing them who arrived at the end.

"Mr. Bagman is in there. He will tell you and the other warriors everything. Good luck."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Harry took a deep breath and walked in.

He saw the five warriors who had arrived earlier.

Calea Clarke of Ilvermorny was sitting on a single sofa in the corner, taking deep breaths and looking unfocused, which was quite different from the confident and strong look she had when they first met.

Gert Oliveira of Castrobusa remained calm and expressionless, holding his wand in his hand and waving it lightly and unconsciously.

Viktor Krum's already gloomy face now looked even darker, and his nervousness was visible to the naked eye.

Fleur was sitting opposite Harry with her legs crossed, looking very confident, and she waved at him as a greeting.

"I thought you had forgotten the time." Cedric said gently, "Fortunately you are not late."

The advantage of having two warriors from the same school was immediately apparent - Harry's newly-risen nervousness was instantly swept away by the presence of someone he could talk to.

"Thanks to Professor McGonagall," Harry said quietly. "Mr. Bagman, here I am."

"Ah? Oh! Harry! You're here just in time!" Bagman seemed to have just come to his senses. He turned his head exaggeratedly with a happy expression on his face. "Come and sit down. It's time for us to draw lots and announce the rules."

His face was a little too pale, as if he was ill - Harry felt that his beer belly had also shrunk, and he seemed to have lost weight overall.