Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

There was even a piece of it embedded in the wall, leaving a hideous crack.

The unprecedented heat turned the classroom into a giant oven.

The dampness and chill of the rainy season are swept away.

Each Mars is a pale white color, which is a sign that the temperature has reached the limit.

"It's too hot, isn't it? Cool it down a bit."

A refreshing cool breeze blew by, and Lin En's words were like timely rain.

The ice runes sparkled and brought a dry cool air.

Hermione wiped her sweat and asked in surprise: "How did you do that, Professor?"

"Temperature! I understand! It's the temperature!" Without waiting for Lin En to speak, Doris slammed the table and jumped up. "The key to the change of form is to create conditions for temperature rise!"

"An accurate judgment." Lynn nodded approvingly, and patted Percy who was deep in thought. "Not only did I increase the burning speed, I also compressed the volume, and finally broke through the temperature limit. This is the true meaning of the shape change. The lion's shape is just an appearance and a gift. The real change is inside, the shape of the flame."

"I understand, Professor!"

"click"

Lin En raised his hand and hit the little witch on the head, causing her to crouch down with her hands covering her head in defense.

"You got it again. I haven't even finished talking yet." He said unhappily, "To go from level 4 to level 5, you need to control your magic power more accurately and go deeper into the flame to change its form."

"Oh..." Doris' eyes suddenly lit up, "Won't it become a fierce fire when it accumulates to the limit?"

"It's far from it!" Lynn held her forehead, feeling very tired. "Percy, tell her the difference."

"Oh... OK, Professor!" Percy, who was called, woke up as if from a dream, and said subconsciously, "The biggest difference between Fiendfyre and the Fire Charm is that Fiendfyre cannot be extinguished by conventional means, such as the Water Charm."

"Even the weakest Fiendfyre will need a counter-curse, and even the strongest fire spell will be restricted by matter. This is fifth-year knowledge." Lin En sighed, "But it's not your fault. Who made the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor so terrible?"

"So how can the Fire Spell be inferior to the dark magic of Fiendfyre?" Doris was unwilling to accept this, as she liked this spell very much.

"I don't think so, Senior Doris." Hermione, who had been silent, raised her head. She had figured out the key point. "The professor said that magic can change its nature. There must be room for improvement above level five magic."

"Is that so, Professor?"

Doris's eye attack was so powerful that even Lynn could hardly resist.

"You can't understand it now, especially Hermione." He shook his head helplessly, "I can only say that Fiendfyre involves the difference between black magic and white magic. Black magic uses souls as a supplement to magic power, so it seems stronger and easier, but everything has a price."

"Dark magic can corrode the heart, and it's very hidden. By the time you discover it, it's too late." The well-read Miss Granger did not hesitate. She had seen such content in a book and kept it in mind at all times.

"Powerful wizards will definitely come into contact with dark magic, some to some extent." Lynn sat in front of the three of them and spoke softly, "But it is important not to let the darkness overwhelm the light."

He stared at Percy, his eyes dark.

He had confidence in Hermione and Doris, but he wanted more guidance for Percy, an ambitious boy.

Percy also understood this, and he said solemnly: "Don't worry, professor, I won't be fooled."

"Of course, I trust you unconditionally," Lynn said.

"As for whether the Fire Spell can do it... Doris, when you master the fifth-level Fire Spell, I will personally guide you to experience this sixth-level magic. Then you will have your own judgment."

"Really?" Doris was overjoyed. "Thank you, professor!"

"This is the benefit of being an assistant." Lin En tapped the red mark on her forehead and said softly, "I will take you to experience higher-level magic and help you master it."

"Any spell will do, Professor?" Percy's eyes widened in surprise.

"Of course, as long as I can, and this spell does have such potential - some of the simplest spells really don't work, such as Funny Funny," Lynn said with a smile, and added seriously.

Thinking of this little spell to deal with Boggart, the three of them smiled knowingly.

"But there are more important things than learning magic right now." Lin En touched his stomach, "For example... how to deal with the dinner that has been late for a long time?" It was not until then that the three little wizards noticed their rumbling stomachs. When they looked at the watches again, it was almost nine o'clock.

From runes to fire spells, they had an exceptionally fulfilling day.

Chapter 48 House-Elves and Hermione's Troubles

"Oh my god, is this the entrance to the kitchen?"

In the basement kitchen, Hermione marveled.

"I thought Fred and George would tell you, they eat here all the time," said Percy.

"They didn't say that." Hermione shook her head, suddenly realizing, "No wonder they always have so many snacks."

"For little wizards like you who work day and night, it is very important to remember the route to the kitchen." Lin En said seriously.

"I'm not neglecting my meals and sleep, Professor. I've always been combining work and rest." Doris exaggeratedly dodged to the side with a sly smile on her face, "But I heard that the professor has stored some good things in the kitchen!"

Lin En laughed dumbly: "Do I need to hear about this? Where do you think I got all that afternoon tea?"

"Hehe!" Doris stuck out her tongue playfully and ran to the cooking area.

There, the house-elves, who had been busy all day, were collecting the remaining ingredients.

Seeing Doris approaching, several house-elves immediately came forward and asked questions attentively.

"I want to eat the snacks that Professor Eric taught you. It would be even better if there were hot drinks!"

Dolly, who was familiar with the place, was not polite at all and raised her hand to point to the iron box that was stored separately.

"This……"

The older house-elf was in a dilemma, not wanting to refuse but not daring to make the decision.

Fortunately, Lynn also came with Percy and Hermione, and rescued him.

He waved his hand and said with a smile, "These are my three assistants. In the future, they can directly use the ingredients I ask you to buy. I will pay them regularly. Now, will I trouble you to work hard for a while?"

"Yes, sir! I'm happy to help you!"

With permission granted, the house-elves immediately took action.

For these house-elves who have lived in Hogwarts for generations, recognition from professors and students is a great honor.

But looking at their simple clothes and busy figures, Hermione felt a little bit reluctant.

"Senior, do these house-elves always work like this? This is a bit..."

Percy leaned forward and lowered his voice and said, "House-elves are creatures like this. They have been serving humans like this for generations."

"And they enjoy it. It's also a way of survival. After all, they are not the same species."

Doris didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She took the cup of fragrant milk tea and walked briskly to her side.

"But I still think this is not a good idea." Hermione shook her head in a low voice.

She is a witch with strong ideas. Once she makes her own judgment, it is difficult for ordinary people to change it.

Seeing that both of them, who came from the magical society, were accustomed to this situation, she turned her gaze to Lynn.

At this time, he had rolled up his sleeves and ran to the stove, holding a recipe in his hand. There were more than a dozen house-elves of all sizes surrounding him, listening to his talk.

Judging from their looks, this wasn't the first time, and the handwriting on that recipe was clearly different from Lynn's.

With some doubts, Hermione walked around the busy house-elves and walked towards Lynn carefully.

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"I tasted the steak a few days ago. The cooking time has improved, but the seasoning is still not good enough."

"I told you before that we should follow the method we designed back then to carry out the preliminary processing. It's not that the stronger the flavor, the better. We also need to stimulate the original flavor of the ingredients."

"The apple pie is delicious. If possible, I hope to have apple pie and milk tea for afternoon tea next Wednesday and Friday."

Lin En was talking with great excitement, and he was completely different in the kitchen than he was in any other time.

So the professor was not satisfied with the cafeteria, so he came to the kitchen to teach the house-elves here? No wonder the cafeteria has improved.

Thinking of this, Hermione felt that she had a better understanding of this professor who was always at ease.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Seeing that Lin En was talking enthusiastically, she quietly walked forward, pulled his sleeve, and said softly: "Professor, I want to tell you something."

"Make dinner a little hotter today. After all, it's cold, and these kids don't have any... Oh? Okay, let's leave it like this for now. Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing that Hermione was hesitant to speak, Lynn sent the house-elf away and walked to a secluded corner.

"Mysterious, what happened?"

"Professor, don't you think the working conditions of the house elves here are too poor? Look at their clothes."

Hermione pointed at an elf running by in the distance. He was about to bring hot milk to Percy, but Percy was not going to drink it himself, but to take it back to Ginny.

"Clothes... Hermione, you don't understand, giving clothes to house-elves means firing them. And it is difficult for fired house-elves to find new jobs." The dormant memories surfaced in Lynn's mind, and he roughly understood Hermione's intention and said softly.

The compassion on Hermione's face became more obvious. She bit her lower lip lightly and said after a while: "This is a bad habit. Isn't there anyone willing to give them some respect and improve it?"

"Unfortunately, there are very few people like this." Lynn shook her head. "I understand your thoughts because I also come from the Muggle society."

"What do you think?" Hermione demanded.

"My opinion...I tend to respect them and treat them well in practice, and make some gradual preparations for possible changes in the future." Lynn thought for a moment and said slowly.

"Possible changes in the future..." Hermione felt a little lost.

"The development of society never happens overnight, and the traditions that have lasted for thousands of years are even more so. Moreover, they are not weak, so they need some constraints. You will understand this later. Let's go."

Lynn led her to the small makeshift dining table, where a lot of food was already placed.

"House elves are not human. I know you feel sad, but your perspective may be questionable." After pouring a glass of milk, Lynn carefully chose his words, "You should think from their perspective. Help should be based on equality rather than arrogance. What you want them to have may not be something they can have overnight. This is the objective environment, and this is also their subjective cognition."

"What's the other party's position?" Hermione held the milk, feeling uncomfortable.

She looked at Percy and Doris who were chatting and laughing in the midst of the meal, then looked at Lynn who was chewing slowly, and frowned slightly.

This went beyond what she had learned in books.

"Hello, how can I help you? You don't look happy."

A timid house-elf came over and asked tentatively.

"I…excuse me, could you get me a cup of hot chocolate? Thank you!"

Hermione wanted to say something, but when she saw the house-elf's look, she couldn't bring herself to say it, so she turned it into a polite request.

"Of course! It's my pleasure to be of service to you!"

There was no false expression of joy on the house-elf's face.

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Later, in the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione, could you please take these to Ginny for me? I can't get in."

Just when the depressed Hermione was about to go back to rest, Percy called her and handed her a food and drink.

Under Hermione's inquiring gaze, Percy scratched his head sheepishly and said softly, "Ginny hasn't been in a good state lately. She always doesn't eat well. I'm her big brother at school, so I always have to do something."

"...Okay, I understand." Hermione looked at the steaming pumpkin porridge, hot milk and sweet pie, nodded slightly, and walked into the dormitory.

After a long while, her voice came out faintly, with a hint of loss.

"Objective environment and subjective cognition..."

Chapter 49 Lockhart

What happened in the kitchen that night troubled Hermione for a long time.

Lynn's persuasion had some effect, but it was not that obvious.

This precocious and intelligent little witch was unhappy for several days. Not only was she often distracted while working, she also kept running to the kitchen, not saying anything or asking anything, just observing.

Watch house-elves live, work, and talk to each other.

These gentle little creatures who had lived here since the time of Helga Hufflepuff did not mind her presence and even gradually adapted to it.

Lynn saw this but didn't say anything. Instead, he persuaded Percy and Doris who wanted to comfort their little sister.