Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"I guess it's nothing, Augusta," he said quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

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Twenty minutes ago, in the ward.

The restless tide of magic was running everywhere. It was the connection between relatives connected by blood, triggering the instinctive counterattack of the broken spiritual world.

With Lynn's combing, it did not affect Neville, who was standing like a sculpture, nor did it affect the dazed couple.

The consciousness of the three of them had been immersed in a whole new world that was difficult to describe in words.

Lin En had briefly been there in the summer two years ago - it was an extremely dangerous and rough sea, which made him sweat coldly and feel terrified at the time, but he did not show it.

But for Neville, although this dangerous spiritual world was a little uneasy, it made him feel the long-lost family affection.

That is one of the warmest emotions in the world.

His heart softened as well.

"Dad...Mom..." He called his parents softly, but got no response.

He had long been accustomed to such one-sided calls, and had no extravagant expectation of achieving his goal so easily.

This is a question that has no standard answer, and he is not good at thinking about the answer, so he chose to follow his heart.

In the spiritual storm, he "walked" forward step by step, using the most stupid method to find the souls of his parents.

He saw countless fragmented memories, which were silhouettes of time and space, containing many familiar or unfamiliar figures.

Everyone is young, including themselves.

He first saw his parents when they were young. They were still wearing Hogwarts robes and walking on the campus. They were always surrounded by friends, many of whom still visited their home frequently.

Then, he saw his godfather when he was young, or to be more precise, a godfather who was only in his teens and still childish. They were celebrating Christmas in their home - the big house was lively and warm at that time, unlike now.

He also saw many familiar people, such as Professor Fox who was waiting outside the door, Ms. Sever, and Mr. Bryan who had come to the school to teach before.

Everyone was still very young at that time. Dad and Mom were the oldest among them, but they did not look out of place at all. Instead, they looked younger because they were always laughing.

Just like what you see in the photos.

In addition to the warm memories, he also saw many cruel scenes.

Tyrannical dark wizards, unscrupulous Death Eaters, and those strange members of the Order of the Phoenix who have a good relationship with their parents.

Many people were drinking and chatting happily the day before, and died in the streets in battle the next day, or even disappeared without a trace ever being found again.

Neville thought he was not a smart person, even if he was no longer forgetful, but he believed that he was very patient and persevering, which was unmatched by others.

He endured the discomfort coming from the depths of his soul and walked forward step by step, taking in everything he saw in an almost instinctive way.

Until those three figures that filled him with hatred appeared.

There was also myself who was still in the cradle and knew nothing.

Even though I know that this is just a memory, and that all of this is an irreversible past, the intense anger still rises uncontrollably from my heart, just like the strong winds and huge waves around me.

He wanted to destroy it all, even though he knew it was wrong.

Reason and emotion are fighting fiercely in the already overwhelmed heart, like the two ends of a scale.

Just when he was about to lose control, he heard a familiar voice.

"Remain restrained, Neville. Be the emotional anchor, not part of the waves."

A tattered figure appeared before his eyes, his face blurred, leaving only black hair and amber eyes.

"You need to use your own feelings, not just blood ties, to find them, to find what they have lost..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure carrying the heavy burden completely dissipated and disappeared without a trace in the huge waves.

But that's enough.

Neville understood what had happened before and remembered his duties and mission.

He silently raised his right hand, and a somewhat worn wand appeared in his palm.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here to see you."

The next moment, warm white light spread outward with his body as the center.

The storm that had been howling for thirteen years gradually subsided.

On the hospital bed, Frank and Alice Longbottom's fingers trembled slightly at the same time.

For the first time, his dilated pupils had a faint gleam of spirit, reflecting the reflections of his loved ones, as if he was slowly waking up from an extremely long deep sleep.

Lin En was overwhelmed with emotions, and many words rose to his throat but were swallowed back down.

He walked out of the ward quietly, grasped the cold door handle and turned it gently.

"click"

Mrs. Longbottom appeared at the door.

He nodded, and the old woman, who had been tempered to be extremely tough through countless setbacks, immediately burst into tears.

Chapter 529 Family and Family Affection

"This is a family reunion time, so let's not go over and spoil the fun," Lin En said softly.

He looked at Neville slumped on the ground from afar, at the old woman who rushed into the ward and hugged her son and daughter-in-law who were not yet fully awake, at Alice who instinctively reached out to her son as if she was in a dream, and at Frank with confusion in his eyes.

He closed the door, said a silent welcome, and turned toward the stairs, followed by Euphemia.

"Amanda, take care of them, I'll be back after Christmas."

"Ah good……"

Amanda, who was originally surprised, looked at him in astonishment, and inexplicably felt the low pressure surrounding them.

Dumbledore gave chase.

"Maybe we should talk," he said.

Lin En didn't even turn his head and walked quickly: "It's not the right time today, let's talk about it later. I'm a little tired and need to go home and rest first."

His tone was cold, and there was no trace of joy in it. It didn't sound like he had just accomplished an unprecedented feat.

Dumbledore reached out and wanted to put his hand on Lynn's shoulder, but after thinking for a while, he still hesitated to speak.

It was not until Lynn's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that he turned back with regret and looked at the therapists gathered outside the ward door and the tightly closed door.

"Family love, I should have thought of it earlier..."

In the ward, Frank, who seemed to have finally regained his soul, spoke his first words neither to his mother and son, nor to his equally haggard wife.

He looked around aimlessly, his dim eyesight filled with confusion and anxiety, but he only saw his relatives hugging and crying.

"Where's Lynn? I saw him. Where is he?"

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On the streets of Birmingham, pedestrians coming and going are filled with laughter, and the shops on the street are also filled with a festive atmosphere.

Lin En had no idea which alley or street he was in. He just followed his instinct and found a place, then walked forward with his head down.

Wandering around and strolling around is like graffiti on the intricate network of urban traffic.

Euphemia trotted beside him and grabbed his left hand tightly. What she felt was not the familiar temperature, but a rare coolness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they stopped.

In front of me is the gate of the Darlene Children's Welfare Home.

This is the headquarters of the Stargazers, and it is also the place that carries most of Lin En’s childhood memories. However, after many expansions and renovations, its original appearance can no longer be seen.

"Mr. Eric! Ms. Fox!"

The children playing on the lawn not far from the door recognized them and stumbled over there.

"Be careful, Baldwin!" The young teacher, who looked a little stern, hugged him and said, "I'm sorry, this child is a little reckless. Please come in and I'll report it."

"I just happened to walk here and stopped to take a look. I won't go in to disturb you. I wish you a Merry Christmas. Please feel free to contact us if you need anything."

Lynn took out a few candies from her pocket, stuffed them into the waving chubby little hands, and turned and left amid the boy's joyful shouts.

Euphemia followed him worriedly, turned a corner, and after making sure that the people in the welfare home couldn't see her, she gently tugged at his hand.

She could best understand Lin En's feelings at the moment.

Family love is the most irreplaceable thing, and even the slightest bit of it cannot be replaced.

For people like them, family reunion is the most luxurious fantasy.

The closer you are to experiencing the purity of family love, the stronger the loneliness hidden deep in your heart becomes.

This is especially true when one is emotionally damaged and vulnerable.

"I'm fine." Lynn whispered, stopped, and turned to look at the orphanage where only a sharp corner could be seen. "Come with me to give a bouquet of flowers to Madam Darlene. She should be very happy too. After all, Frank and Alice have a special bond with her."

"...Okay, I'll lead the way."

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Soon, a bunch of white chrysanthemums appeared in the deserted cemetery, with tiny water droplets hanging on the petals.

Few people would mourn their relatives and friends on Christmas Eve, and Lynn enjoyed a rare moment of peace and quiet.

He sat alone by the grave of Lady Darlene, the orphanage director and foster mother, and brushed his fingertips over the inscription.

"I haven't been here for a while, and it seems like they really care about it and clean everything very well."

"I want to tell you something. Today I helped my godson do something big."

"I saved my good friend and savior, who are also much nobler than me, two true heroes."

"Speaking of which, although you have never met them, you two are indeed destined to be together. After all, if it weren't for them, I wouldn't even be able to come here to see you."

"I was actually quite happy to see the four of them reunited, and I felt relieved - at least I didn't feel so guilty and sad anymore, as if a huge mountain weighing on my heart had been lifted away."

"But I had a little—just a little—uncomfortable feeling in my heart."

"I'm definitely not jealous of anyone, I just kind of miss my own family... Family love is a really good thing."

"You are a noble man like them. You will not like to hear what I say, will you?"

"But there's nothing I can do. I still can't be as broad-minded as you. There's no one else to listen to me. I believe you will forgive me."

"It's been almost 20 years, and I've grown up."

"I have my own lover, and we will build a family after we solve these annoying troubles."

"There are many friends who are better than family members - but I know that there is a difference between family members and friends after all."

"I will not indulge in the false dream of servants and slaves called family like the man who once wanted to kill me, but will destroy them utterly."

"It's just... I'm still a human being after all, and I want to find a suitable time to speak my mind, in a place that won't make people worry or feel confused. It's not just about today's matter... You know, too many people's lives and fortunes are on my shoulders, and I have to act like I can do whatever I want at all times."

"After thinking about it, I realized that you are the only one who can listen to my long-winded chatter... Even if it is voluntary labor after retirement, who asked you to take me in?"

Lynn kept talking, gently wiping the photo on the tombstone with her fingers.

She was a kind old lady, a devout believer, who had never left England in her life and rarely left Birmingham.

Come to think of it, Lin En and her didn't spend too long together - they parted forever at the gate of the orphanage in the autumn when she was eleven years old. Although they kept in touch after that, they were separated by the Yin and Yang when they met again.

Lin En can still remember the scene as clearly as if it happened yesterday.

The dead cannot be resurrected, so naturally they cannot give any response, but this is best, as the listener has no burden and the speaker has no pressure.

At least that's what Lin En saw. It was a rare moment for him to relax.

Under a sycamore tree a few dozen meters away, Euphemia watched from afar, secretly shedding tears. She wanted to go forward several times, but then she remembered Lin En's previous instructions and stopped where she was.

I don't know how long it was after, but the afternoon sun slightly dispelled the winter chill and just happened to shine on the tombstone, making the spotless stone tablet as bright as new.

Lynn seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief as well. He stood up from the ground and bowed deeply to Lady Darlene in a proper manner.

"It will be easier if you get the things stuck in your heart out. I will solve all the problems for all the people we cherish and for my priceless conscience. The next time I come may be a long time in the future, and then I will bring these two friends and their families with me."

After saying this, as if a worry had come to his mind, Lin En finally straightened his back, walked towards Euphemia, who was hiding her worry and forcing a smile, and gave her a strong hug.

At this moment, the sound of slow and messy footsteps came closer from the bushes in the distance.