Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He just silently left a list of books for Hermione and placed it on his desk.

Above are books about the history of house-elves, from ancient times to the present, with great detail.

This was a tacit understanding between the two of them, and no one had ever mentioned it.

Nothing had changed at Hogwarts, except for Miss Hermione Granger's desk.

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Halloween is approaching.

Between illness, classes, and anticipation for the holidays, October went by quickly.

The pumpkin outside Hagrid's hut expanded as quickly as the little wizards' expectations and had now become the size of a flower shed.

The professors also knew the appeal of this interesting festival to the students, and they all made a exception for it. Even the coldest Snape was no exception - except for a few students who disliked him.

Everything is normal in this month of seasonal colds.

Except one professor wasn't too happy.

The office is filled with photo frames and is lit with candles even during the day.

Among the countless fan letters, Gilderoy Lockhart, with a gloomy face, wrote lines of ambiguous words and stuffed them with his own autographed photos.

This was his most important and primary task in the past month at Hogwarts.

But he didn't enjoy his job.

The reason is simple. In the past month, his limelight has been completely stolen by Lynn Eric, who is a popular figure in school.

Not only that, after his failure in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the group of Cornish elves had become famous throughout the school along with him, making a fool of themselves.

As one side gained strength while the other side lost strength, he no longer dared to expose his poor spell skills other than memory magic, and could only turn the course into a ridiculous drama performance.

If this continues, his popularity will completely collapse, except for those "die-hard fans" who have admired him for a long time and are still trying to defend him.

The perfect Professor Lockhart, the handsome master of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the most handsome idol among professors...

The series of titles he had imagined for himself before coming to Hogwarts now became like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, shattered at the slightest touch.

"Now is a moment of life and death, Gilderoy...!" Lockhart's face was gloomy and his handsome features looked a little hideous as he grasped his smooth hair which he spent a lot of money to maintain every week.

If he stays here for a whole year and fails to leave with great fame, it will not only be a failure for the coming year, but will also have disastrous consequences.

The first ones to rush over were the gossip reporters who were always keeping an eye on him.

He was in a tangle.

He knows too well how much dirt he has and how much he is worth.

But he couldn't help it.

Showing off his abilities? He didn't have that. He was OK in school, but after so many years of learning without effort, he had already given most of his knowledge back to the teachers.

Win support with good looks? Not to mention that most young wizards are more concerned about the quality of the courses. Even if they succeed, they can't deal with those damn reporters.

Or... shoot an Obliviate on that Lynn Eric?

"!"

Just the thought made Lockhart feel cold all over and almost slipped off the chair.

Taking a deep breath and slapping his cheeks hard, Lockhart quickly cleared this horrible thought from his mind.

He entered school a year later than Lynn, and his fear of this senior who had dominated the school since the third grade was no less than that of the mysterious old man sitting in the principal's office.

He knew since he was still in school that this wizard, who always made people around him feel like spring breeze but was as cold as winter to all his enemies, was a terrible and ruthless character.

Not only him, but also more and more friends surrounding him.

He was not qualified to fight any of these people.

Even...he has never existed in the eyes of these people.

No matter how big the crisis is, it will at least last until next year. But if you offend this living devil, there is no telling whether you can see the sun tomorrow.

Lockhart was well aware of this.

But he could not think of a way out of the situation.

He felt like a clown waiting to be destroyed.

He never felt that his lack of knowledge was shameful, and he truly believed that he had a glorious history that did not belong to him.

This is self-hypnosis at its most extreme.

In a world without Lin En, he stumbled through most of the school year. Although he made a fool of himself, he was able to deal with it with the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts - even if not many people believed it, the "die-hard fans" could still control some public opinion.

But here, with the contrast of Lynn, his humor is particularly prominent, and the number of people willing to believe in him is decreasing day by day.

He didn't know all this and his eyes were full of resentment.

"Eric... always this Eric...! Why?!"

His handsome face was twisted with jealousy and fear, and he roared and pounded his desk hard.

The mountains of fan letters collapsed like a landslide.

The photos scattered all over the wall showed the same expression.

His anger seemed particularly desperate because of his own incompetence, and it was transferred impartially to Lynn.

Although he had no courage to put his anger into practice, he didn't even have the courage to stand in front of Lin En and look him in the eye.

Negative emotions are spreading in vain, seeming so out of place in Hogwarts which is full of laughter and joy.

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The trivial incident in Lockhart's office attracted no attention.

For Lin En, if he didn't need to cram relevant knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts to his students of all grades, he wouldn't even remember that there was such a clown around him.

As Halloween approaches, he will have even less time to spare.

He became very busy starting from that weekend when he gave special tutoring to three assistants.

Apart from classes and tutoring, I write and draw every day.

Either writing a letter or scribbling in the notebook with "STARGAZER" written on the cover.

The Halloween party is the most important thing for him in the coming period of time, no doubt about it.

He even forgot the original agreement to communicate with Euphemia once a week to exchange information, and then one sunny morning he received a letter full of cold and shouting words.

Every word of the reproach was filled with an eerie calm.

Under such busy circumstances, the formation of the professor club naturally had to be postponed until after Halloween.

But he had already told Percy and Doris.

As his representatives, two assistants will deliver invitation letters written by him personally to the young wizards in various grades who have been recognized by him.

It would be many years before the name of Stargazer would once again appear openly at Hogwarts.

It was no longer a gathering of students, but a professor's club.

Chapter 50 Stargazer

October 10st, Halloween.

The whole Hogwarts was filled with festive joy.

Even Ginny looked better, playing in the hall with her good friend Luna.

Dumbledore invited a troupe of skeleton dancers to entertain.

Hagrid's pumpkin was also carved into a huge lantern to add to the atmosphere.

The little wizards were playing around on this day which was both a weekend and a holiday, waiting for the dinner to arrive.

But the excitement was missing a few people.

For example, the trio that went to the Deathday party.

For example, Lockhart hiding in the office.

Another example...Lynn, who hadn't been seen since early morning, but used a magic paper plane to send small gifts to everyone.

Neville sat alone at the long table, looking around with a confused look on his face.

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At this time, Lin En had already appeared at the edge of the forbidden forest.

Firenze also arrived as promised.

"Your tribesmen didn't give you any trouble, did they?" Lin En asked, half happy and half worried.

Firenze nodded. "They know it was your invitation."

"So I'm pretty proud of myself?" Lin En grinned and took Firenze's hand. "Then we should set off. You will see a different side of human beings. I promise you."

"Of course, I believe in you and your vision." Firenze agreed calmly, striding forward and passing through the invisible barrier.

This is the edge of Hogwarts' anti-Apparition magic.

Just one step away, everything becomes clear.

The spatial fluctuations suddenly intensified, and the human figure disappeared out of thin air.

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Darlene Children's Home, Birmingham.

After several expansions over the past decade, the simple orphanage has completely changed. Apart from its name, it is no longer similar to its previous appearance.

Neat courtyards and lawns, tall buildings, and carefully selected staff.

Homeless orphans live and study here and find redemption.

Just like the baby in swaddling clothes twenty-eight years ago.

On Halloween, they dressed in the doll costumes carefully made by their teachers, chasing each other and playing, with no trace of gloom on their faces, only the innocence and joy of children.

In the peaceful atmosphere, two figures slowly approached.

Under the cover of magic, Firenze could walk and talk without any scruples.

In the eyes of others, he is just an overly handsome office worker in a suit and tie.

"These human cubs...are living a good life." Looking at the orphans playing, he felt quite emotional, as if he was seeing foals in a herd.

"I grew up here, and now I'm just giving back." Lynn smiled calmly, "My Muggle friends also gave me a lot of support."

"Muggle friend...you are a very special wizard."

Firenze looked at Lynn and greeted the children who came forward to say hello one by one, called out each of their names, and spoke thoughtfully.

“When you meet my friends, maybe you will change your mind.” Lynn smiled.

In front of them was a stern-faced witch and a hooded old man.

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"It was my fault this time. I will write the letter early every Sunday morning. Don't be angry, Fei."

"This is the sixty-fifth time you've said something like this. I think you need to be more aware of the risk of losing contact for no reason, and more importantly, be aware of your own identity and responsibilities."

On the way to the underground, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

It was the first time that Firenze saw Linn in this posture, and he was very surprised.

But what surprised him even more was the old man walking beside him.

He recognized the other person's identity.

"Greetings, ancient wise man, Firenze the Centaur greets you."

Facing the alchemist master who had traveled through several centuries, Firenze did not dare to be negligent. He touched his chest, bowed, and saluted respectfully.

Although the centaurs reject wizards, they never oppose respectable sages, let alone a highly respected living fossil like Nicolas Flamel.

His deeds are well-known even among the centaurs.