Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Although it's certainly not easy, I can't let you get out of bed today. You have to continue to rest."

Lynn held her down firmly and added a cushion.

"You're so... okay, but you can't work either, let's take a day off together."

After looking at Lin En angrily and helplessly, Euphemia finally closed her eyes obediently and held his hand.

There was still a faint smell of medicine in the air, but it made me feel inexplicably at ease, and the slight sleepiness returned.

The willow-like eyebrows gradually stretched out, revealing a sense of laziness and softness.

Lin En was so absorbed in watching that it took her a while before she remembered the important matter. She asked softly, "The day after tomorrow, if your body recovers, would you like to attend the dance with me?"

The drowsiness that had just arisen disappeared instantly, the clenched little hands suddenly exerted strength, and the eyes suddenly opened.

"From what you said, if I don't go, do you want to find another dance partner?"

“Huh? How is that possible!” Lin En’s heart trembled, and he shook his head like a rattle. “If you don’t go, I will of course stay at home with you that day.”

"That's more like it." Euphemia said, her fierce eyes softened a little and the strength in her hands was also reduced.

After a little thought, she changed to a more comfortable position, leaning most of her body against Lin En, and said lazily, "Since you are still somewhat sincere, I agree."

Lin En breathed a sigh of relief, but saw the person in his arms stretch lazily and turn over back to the bed.

"But don't forget that you still have to go to St. Mungo's tomorrow. Whether you can attend the ball is not entirely up to me."

Her charming and alert eyes flashed brightly, and she said seriously, "I miss them as much as you do. This is the most important thing right now. I understand."

Chapter 527 Christmas Eve in the Ward

December 1994, 12, Christmas Eve.

It was snowing lightly in London, and the ground was covered with a layer of white.

As usual, holding a bunch of fresh violets, Lynn and Euphemia stood side by side in front of the door of Qingjin Department Store, looking at the wooden sign "Closed for Renovation" and the ugly and funny mannequins in front of the glass window.

Unlike the heaviness of every visit, today they, especially Lynn, had a special expectation.

This expectation came from Neville, but not entirely from him.

To be precise, it should be the feelings that come from his emotions, the love, attachment and never-give-up will towards his parents, as well as the help and support from his friends.

Smelling the unique fragrance of violets, Lin En calmed down and said to the dummy, "Hello, please open the door for me."

The dummy nodded slightly and waved its linked fingers.

Just like crossing Platform 9 3/4 when he was in school, Lin En strode forward with ease, passed through the glass wall, and the world in front of him changed.

This is St. Mungo's, the largest comprehensive hospital for magical illnesses and injuries in the UK and even in Europe.

Here were his closest, almost family friends.

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On Christmas Eve, St Mungo's is also full of festive atmosphere.

The light source in the corridor turned into a brighter bubble colored lamp, flashing gold and red light, which was a little warmer than usual.

There is a small Christmas tree decorated at the door of each ward, with colorful ribbons wrapped around the tree, as well as more or less greeting cards given by the patients' relatives and friends.

Lin En held the bouquet of flowers, and Euphemia followed closely behind him, and the two of them went all the way up to the fifth floor.

Whether they were stargazers or old friends, everyone tacitly remained silent and did not disturb them.

Spellbound Injury Unit 49: Janus Hitch Ward.

Outside the ward door where they had to come countless times every year, Lady Augusta Longbottom and her grandson, Lynn's godson Neville, were waiting together, feeling calm yet nervous.

Amanda was standing next to the grandparents and grandchildren, along with a whole medical team including Seabrook.

When Lin En's figure appeared at the end of the stairs, the old woman who always had a stern face showed an imperceptible smile, then quickly pursed her lips and stood up to greet him.

"Merry Christmas, child." Mrs. Longbottom, always stern and proud, greeted guests as naturally as if she were at home.

"Merry Christmas, ma'am. Nice to meet you." Lynn's tone was less calm. He waved the flowers in his hand. "I think we can go in first, right?"

"Yes, it is!"

Neville even stuttered a little when he spoke. He hurriedly opened the door and walked in first.

All the other patients in this ward had been transferred elsewhere, leaving only a couple sitting at the back with dazed eyes.

There is also a bunch of flowers in the vase on the bedside table that have not yet withered, but are not that fresh and fresh either.

Lynn sat beside Frank's bed, quickly changing the flowers, combing her old friend's hair, and making their beds, with such skill that it seemed as if she had practiced it hundreds of times.

Augusta was standing just outside the door, along with Euphemia and the healers.

Neville first sat quietly beside Lynn, watching his godfather clean up everything. Then he became a little restless and wanted to speak several times, but he restrained himself when he remembered his grandmother's instructions.

Until Lynn took a crumpled candy wrapper from Alice.

He hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked over to Lynn.

"Are you ready?" Lynn asked without turning back.

"……Yes."

"Well, let's get started."

Lynn stood up, pulled out his wand and waved it gently, and the open door of the ward closed again.

"Remember what I told you, Neville?"

"Remember, I want to be the spiritual anchor of Dad and Mom, helping them to stabilize their spiritual world and find their lost memories."

Without the gaze of outsiders, Neville relaxed a little and said softly, "My grandmother and I have tried it many times, and Ms. Sever has also helped me experiment a few times."

"You'll be fine," Lin En encouraged. "Just don't be nervous and perform at the level you've been practicing for the past two years. I've seen everything you've done, and I believe they know it too."

"Actually, I'm a little nervous and my hands feel cold." Neville said honestly, his hand holding the wand was shaking.

Even if he tried many times, he would still feel huge difficulties and obstacles when actually using this extremely difficult and somewhat dangerous magic on his parents.

This is the power of family affection, or it can be said to be the "magic of love" that Dumbledore always talks about.

Lynn doesn't like this kind of subjective expression because he appreciates objective concepts that can be quantified and outlined, such as human nature and emotions, as well as the power of the spirit.

But he is willing to respect those who believe in this positive emotion, just like the young man standing in front of him.

The slender and powerful big hand held the small hand that was calloused from practicing hard regardless of the cold or heat, and a cool feeling came.

"Feeling better?"

"...Well, thank you."

“Then go ahead and do it.” Lin En’s eyes sharpened, “With me here, nothing can hurt them.”

The rolled-up candy wrapper slowly unfolded and fell into Neville's pocket.

Neville shuddered all over, his face flushed with excitement.

He clenched his fists tightly, grabbed the wand that was connected to his flesh and blood, and walked to his mother Alice Longbottom.

Looking at the haggard but no longer so thin face, and the particularly large eyes that must have been very bright when he was young, Neville took a deep breath.

"In the name of Igor, Green Soul!"

This is the most standard Old Russian language, and its pronunciation is even more standard and accurate than Lynn's.

Emerald green light poured out from the tip of the wand, turning into a long ribbon of light that wrapped around Frank and Alice Longbottom.

The raging tide of the spiritual world hits violently at this moment.

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Outside the ward, feeling the faint magic, Mrs. Longbottom let out a faint sigh.

She took off her long green gloves, revealing her bony hands that looked older than her age due to hard work.

"They're fine, Augusta." Euphemia supported her considerately and comforted her.

"Of course I know." Mrs. Longbottom nodded a little tiredly, "Lynn and you are both the best children, and so is Neville. I know it... Maybe I'm too hard on him. But I'm still... a little worried."

At this moment when she could only wait, in front of the younger generations who were not her relatives but were more like her relatives, she took off her arrogant disguise and turned herself back into an old woman who was worried about her future generations.

Euphemia put an arm around her vigorously.

"You have to believe in them, especially Neville." She said in an irrefutable tone, "Although he is not as good at showing himself as Frank, he is still very good - the most important thing is that no one loves Frank and Alice more than him."

"The magic of love... I remember that you, like Lynn, don't believe in its existence," said Mrs. Longbottom.

Euphemia was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and gently brushed her cheek, and said calmly: "Love is also an emotion, and it is the most passionate kind of emotion. I don't believe in the so-called magic of love, but I believe that emotion is the source of magic, but it is not the only one."

"Well said, Euphemia, that is a real insight, and I agree with it."

An old voice sounded from the end of the corridor, and before the words fell, a tall and thin figure appeared beside the two of them.

The person who came was Dumbledore.

Chapter 528 The Magic of Love

"Why are you here?"

"Dalis saw everything that happened here, and she told me everything, so I came here - you should know that she has been a therapist at St. Mungo's for decades. After all, you got full marks in History of Magic back then." Dumbledore said happily.

Euphemia nodded silently. She knew that Dumbledore also had eyes and ears here - in the British Isles, even the most powerful stargazers could hardly be more informed than him.

Dumbledore seemed very interested in what was happening in the ward. He tried to look inside through the crack in the door, but found nothing.

The doors here are all enchanted, and even ordinary prying spells are ineffective, let alone the naked eye.

He couldn't have not known, but he did it anyway.

After a futile attempt, he said softly, "Although I am completely reassured by Lin's magic level, I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to have an extra layer of insurance at this time, just like what you are preparing."

"No one can go in without Lynn's permission." Euphemia said expressionlessly, "If you are willing to wait, I have no objection."

"Maybe we can chat for a little while. It won't affect any of your plans, and it won't take up too much of your time, okay?"

Mrs. Longbottom understood his intention and walked away to the middle of the healers.

Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes and said, "In fact, I knew about your plan a long time ago. On the way, I was still wondering whether I should come. But I still came. Not only for Frank and Alice, but also for you, Euphemia."

"Because of me?" Euphemia was a little confused.

"Because of you," Dumbledore repeated, "From what I know, you, the heir of Rowena's legacy, should have the best chance of undergoing a qualitative change in a short period of time. This is also the reason for my worry."

The suspicion on Euphemia's face grew even more intense.

"You can get caught up in obsessions—or, as you say, emotions."

"I'm not that weak, and I'm not that paranoid."

"I do not deny it," said Dumbledore, "but you are now too impatient, even more so than Gellert and I were at the beginning."

"What do you want to say?" Euphemia asked impatiently.

She had always distrusted Dumbledore, ever since the day when the conflict between him and Lynn escalated more than a decade ago.

Even when relations between the two sides eased, she remained wary and distant.

"I want to say that maybe you can let down your guard a little bit about the magic of love."

"A familiar saying."

"From experience. Love is the greatest spiritual force, but few people can truly understand and master it." Dumbledore said, "At least you love each other deeply, and you are never stingy with your love for others. Why do you avoid this?"

Euphemia frowned and was about to speak but stopped and turned to look at the closed door.

Dazzling white light penetrated the barrier and seeped out from the crack in the door.

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the two stood outside the door, nervously and attentively observing the unexpected changes.

It was a warm light that made everyone who bathed in it feel comfortable and cozy, as if countless invisible little hands were massaging the body and soul at the same time.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Longbottom ran over with a nervous look on her face.

Dumbledore stared at the door with a gaze that seemed to penetrate both magic and matter.