Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"It's the same old thing again..." Lynn muttered, throwing the letter into the fireplace and a wisp of flame flew out from his fingertips.

I glanced at a corner of the study room out of the corner of my eye. In the cabinet, the piles of test papers were covered with a thin layer of dust, which made me sigh.

In addition to his two identities as a wealthy and powerful wizard and a time traveler, he had another identity that lasted for three years.

Professor of Ancient Magic at Beauxbatons.

Marking papers is always a hassle for teachers.

Although the students at Beauxbatons were pleasing to the eye and most of them worked very hard, and they were taught by him personally, so they had a solid foundation, but this still did not prevent him from getting a headache when he looked at the final exam papers.

"Fortunately, this is my last year. The old man has no reason to tie me up this time."

Thinking that he could finally be free, he smiled with his eyes curved.

But soon, the smile became stiff and gradually disappeared.

"Ah, this old man..."

Murmuring with regret, he pulled out a piece of parchment, wrote a polite letter of refusal, and tied it to the owl's foot.

"Thank you for your hard work, little one. One more trip."

After stroking the owl's little head again, Lynn watched it disappear into the night sky after having eaten its fill, feeling bored.

He was not in the mood to read the magic book today.

With a flick of the wand, the room was plunged into darkness.

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Life returned to normal.

It was not until a week later, when Lynn had finished studying this obscure book and completed his last teaching mission at Beauxbatons, that the owl did not come again.

He got up early that day, packed his things, and went out in neatly dressed clothes.

First, I laid a bouquet of flowers at the cemetery for Darlene, whom I could almost regard as my adoptive mother, and then strolled along the streets which were a little quiet due to the weekend.

He walked to a city park with lush trees and found an empty corner. He imagined the beautiful castle standing on the snowy peaks and instinctively began to Apparate.

It disappeared in just a moment.

It's thousands of kilometers in one walk.

As far as the south of France, the Pyrenees.

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The history of Beauxbatons is almost as long as that of Hogwarts. It has produced countless heroes and is well-known in Europe.

It was summer vacation and there were not many students left in the school, and the campus enjoyed a brief period of tranquility.

In the lush courtyard, a tall figure sat on a custom-made oversized chair, waiting quietly.

Today is the agreed meeting time, and Madame Maxime has brought a special guest.

It didn't take long, ten minutes earlier than the agreed time. The spatial fluctuations intensified, but in an instant, Lin En, wearing a light gray suit, appeared in the center of the courtyard, and even his carefully groomed hair was not the slightest bit messy.

"Precise Apparition, Lynn." Madame Maxime praised with a smile, slowly stood up and held out her big hand, "You really do like this Muggle look, and it is indeed beautiful."

"Good morning, ma'am, you are so polite." Lynn raised her head and looked at the respectable principal who was working hard for the development of the school. She bowed politely and looked at the girl not far away. "Ms. Delacour, your written test score is also full marks, as always excellent."

"Thank you, Professor Eric!" Furong's green eyes sparkled with moving silver light, and she walked forward happily and asked, "Are you really unwilling to stay? Many students hope to continue studying with you!"

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse but charming voice, her long hair like a waterfall swayed gently.

Lynn knew what Madame Maxime meant.

It is not surprising that one would ask his most admired students to serve as lobbyists.

"Lin, your achievements in the past three years are obvious to all. I really hope you can stay." Madam Maxime extended a sincere invitation, "Nico too."

"I have always been grateful for your trust and support," Lynn said gently, winking at Fleur, "but now that the teaching system of the Ancient Magic class has been established, I think it is indeed time to separate. I am sorry. I have already talked to Nico some time ago. If the school needs me to do anything in the future, you can contact me at any time."

"Professor Eric..." Furong frowned, feeling a little lost and sad.

"Oh, I see." Hearing that Nicolas Flamel had no objection, Madame Maxime could only nod regretfully and no longer insist, "Then I can only wish you all the best, Lynn. Can you recommend a successor for me? I trust your judgment. Why don't we chat in my office?"

"Well... of course." Lin En said with a smile, "It's been a while since I last drank your fine wine. I have to enjoy it today. As for the candidate, there is indeed one."

As they chatted and laughed, the three people of distinct heights walked side by side through the garden and entered the small but exceptionally exquisite castle.

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"I remember Miss Fox was your classmate. She studied in Ravenclaw back then, right? You guys often worked together. I heard she's in Finland recently?"

In the office, Madame Maxime seemed to be thinking deeply as she listened to the candidates for successor proposed by Lynn.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

"Yes, Euphemia's attainments in rune magic are no less than mine. Miss Delacour and the others will surely be able to adapt well to her lessons."

Lynn smiled and nodded, tasting the wine from Madame Maxime's collection, looking at Fleur, and added, "Miss Delacour should have the most say on this point, as she has taken Euphemia's class."

"…Um, yes, ma'am."

Furong was still feeling a little down, but she nodded obediently.

As proud as she was, she could not deny that Ms. Euphemia Fox, who had tutored her in rune knowledge, was a true genius with profound knowledge far beyond her age and unfathomable magical skills.

He is even not inferior to his most admired professor and has been his research partner for many years. The two of them have a perfect understanding of each other.

"Since it's your recommendation, I trust it completely. I'll ask her to make an appointment to discuss it in detail, Lynn."

Madame Maxime smiled as she took out a piece of letter paper with the Beauxbatons coat of arms printed on it from the drawer and started writing on the spot.

"I think she would like to change her pace of life." Lin En stood up, straightened her clothes while thanking him, and bowed slightly. "Thank you for your hospitality and care over the past three years. This semester's test papers and transcripts can be mailed to me in three days. Please allow me to take my leave first."

"Wait a moment, Lin En." Just as Lin En was about to leave, Madame Maxime suddenly stretched out her hand and said with a smile, "Actually, there is another guest today, and he has been waiting for you for quite a long time."

"Guests? I don't think I have any today..."

"Good morning, Lynn. Please forgive me for coming uninvited. Would you mind talking to me?"

Just when Lin En was halfway through his words, an old but familiar voice sounded outside the principal's office.

Before he finished speaking, a tall and slender figure "squeezed" in from the door.

Long silver-white hair and beard that almost reach his waist, blue and wise eyes that can see through almost everyone, and a high yet twisted nose.

Extremely distinctive physical features.

The one who came here was the greatest white wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore.

He is also the old principal whom Lin En has not seen for a long time.

Chapter 4 The dusty past

Dumbledore and Lynn were the only ones left in the quiet office.

In order to leave more time for the guests who came from afar, Madame Maxime left with Fleur, who was still somewhat reluctant.

This is a great honor, out of respect and trust for Dumbledore.

But it might not make Lynn happy.

He pursed his lips, and his subtle body language revealed that his mood was quickly becoming less good and turning into a serious and businesslike attitude.

And a little cold.

"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore, this does surprise me. It's been a long time since we last met."

A voice without any emotion broke the slightly awkward silence.

"I think so, Lynn. It has been four years since we last met, when you were awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class."

Not caring about Lynn's estrangement, Dumbledore picked up the hot chocolate specially prepared by Madame Maxime and took a sip, smiling kindly and amiably.

"Your memory is indeed extraordinary." Lin En nodded without comment. The wine in his glass did not arouse his interest. He said directly, "I think Professor Sprout must have told you about what happened today. What can I do for you?"

"It is indeed Pomona, but today I just wanted to come and see the most outstanding graduate of Hufflepuff. Please forgive me, once people get old, they will always be immersed in memories."

Dumbledore looked at Lynn gently, his words full of warmth that could melt the ice, like a kind and honest old man sitting by the fire - although Lynn knew that the greatest white wizard was by no means like that.

But as the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, Dumbledore's attitude made him let down his guard a little and his expression relaxed.

"I understand what you mean, but I have no interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I don't want to personally experience the curse of that noseless old man, even though he is now just a broken ghost."

"I thought you wouldn't be afraid of him with your current magical power." Dumbledore seemed a little surprised, and his tone rose. "At least those who came to Strange's house should agree with my point of view."

"Oh? Could it be that you have found the ability to communicate with the underworld? Or... Bellatrix gave birth to someone's posthumous child, so that the extinct Lestrange family has a new person who can talk?" Lynn said teasingly.

Behind the two people's calm and relaxed words was a bloody list.

Unlike his harmless appearance at this moment, Lynn, who had just graduated from Hogwarts eleven years ago, also had blood on his hands.

Especially the blood of the Crow Clan, the Lestrange family, which is one of the so-called twenty-eight pure-blood families in name only.

Within a month of Voldemort's fall, this pure-blood family, known for its loyalty and ruthlessness, met its doom.

Except for a remote paternal line of Leta Lestrange who died in the fight against Grindelwald, the entire family, including the infamous Lestrange brothers, became extinct in Lynn's hands and disappeared in the long river of history, turning into an inconspicuous footnote - Bloody November.

But this history that terrified all the pure-blood families was just a joke in front of Lynn and Dumbledore.

After all, one was the person involved, and the other had specifically communicated with the then Minister of Magic, Millicent Barnold, and even made the Aurors led by Alastor Moody avoid it.

Even Dumbledore opened a bag of candy with interest, ate one himself, and then passed it over.

"So you are not afraid of him, let alone his servants." Aftertasting the sweetness in his mouth, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and said softly, "Maybe it was because of Nico in the past few years, what about now?"

"I'm not afraid, but it's a bit troublesome. As you know, I don't like dealing with curses. It wastes a lot of time."

Lin En frowned slightly. The candy he ate was not sweet, but so sour that it made his teeth ache.

My luck is as bad as ever.

"It's an irrefutable reason. Time is so precious to every wizard, even an old man like me who is about to die." Seeing Lin En trying to keep a straight face, Dumbledore smiled mischievously and changed the subject, "Since this one doesn't work, are you interested in considering another teaching position?"

"Another one?" Lynn asked uncertainly, recalling the current teachers at Hogwarts. "You're not talking about the Care of Magical Creatures class, are you? I have a good relationship with my limbs and don't plan to say goodbye so early."

"Ha! Of course not. Professor Kettleburn has already found a suitable successor." Dumbledore laughed happily. "We hope to hire someone in another subject, ancient runes."

"Alas--"

It was as if Lin En was getting to know this old man for the first time. He had a kind face but was actually full of calculations.

"Your research on ancient magic has had a great influence in various countries, especially the first article, "The Application of Rune Magic", Nico and the French Ministry of Magic acted quickly, so Beauxbatons got there first."

Dumbledore did not hide his admiration. He crossed his hands on the table, his deep eyes full of sincerity. "The UK also passed the Teaching Act this year. Ancient Runes will be renamed Magic Runes and Ancient Magic and will be made compulsory. If you are willing, Professor Babel would like to teach with you."

"Runes and ancient magic..." Lynn was a little surprised, "Fudge didn't drag him down, how rare."

"Cornelly is just a little bit boastful, but he is not a bad person. He has also contributed a lot." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Maybe." Lynn was noncommittal.

Staring at the pair of eyes that he was once extremely wary of but now treats with indifference, his gaze was sharp.

"Excuse me, I don't like your plan to cultivate a savior, nor do I like what happened this year."

He emphasized, "I have always hated James Potter and his gang that enjoyed school bullying, but he died heroically after all, and the child was innocent, even though there was a sleeping monster living in his head."

"you……"

Dumbledore's pupils shrank slightly, and for the first time he lost the calmness that made him feel in control.

But he quickly hid his shock.

"I now fully agree with the Sorting Hat's decision to put you in Hufflepuff."

Dumbledore said solemnly, drinking the hot chocolate in one gulp.

"Please believe me, I'm not looking for a babysitter for that child. I hope he has a good teacher and is on the right track in life, not just against Tom... He still has a long life ahead of him."

"You are not such a person, Professor Dumbledore. As far as I know, you are willing to sacrifice anyone's life for the prediction of that crazy fortune-teller...including your own. This is why I am still sitting here. I respect you, but I don't support you."

Lynn's attitude was cold, but his sharp words pierced Dumbledore's mind directly.

"Lin En, I've always been sorry about what happened to them..." The old man showed a rare loneliness and self-blame, "But at that time..."

"At that time, you were looking for the prodigal master to have a heart-to-heart talk." Lin En's eyes flashed with resentment, "They saved my life, and this matter is far from over... But it has nothing to do with you, it's just that I'm not capable enough!"