Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Chapter 574 Cooperation and Respect

Midnight, 10 Downing Street.

The hardworking Prime Minister has not yet rested and is staying here alone to work overtime.

This has been his routine for the past few days.

He bent over his desk, reading word by word the pile of documents, and was indifferent to the fire in the fireplace.

"Wait for me two minutes, find a seat by yourself, the drinks are in the usual place, today it's whiskey, give me one too."

There was no response, and he was relieved. He finished reading the document in front of him before "pulling" himself out of the messy desk and taking the wine glass handed to him by Amelia.

"If it was my personal secretary, he would have known from the tone of my voice that I needed three times as much," he said half-jokingly.

Amelia also smiled: "It seems that it is not easy for you, Mr. Prime Minister."

"It's difficult for you, and it's difficult for me too... At times like this, we can only persevere on our own and force each other to make things difficult for each other." The whiskey at the bottom of the glass obviously couldn't satisfy his needs, so he walked to the wine cabinet and poured another large glass. "Any new news?"

"According to the latest intelligence, these monsters are most likely not from outer space, but are trapped deep in the earth due to geological movements. Lynn has destroyed one of their nests and is trying to search for other nests, but they are not safe enough," said Amelia.

"Not from space, but from underground?" The Prime Minister said with a wry smile, "This is really going to cause me trouble, so I asked someone to help me."

"We also need to be on guard in space. A giant meteorite was discovered underground in Namibia. Preliminary analysis shows that the magic power is highly similar to that of the monsters. It is very likely the source of the previous batch of monsters." Amelia said seriously, "We must work on both fronts. This is what he asked me to bring."

"We need to do two things... What do we need to do, geological exploration?" asked the Prime Minister.

"Not only that, he hopes to find some reliable scientists to help study the meteorite. The collision of different wisdoms may bring new inspiration and clues. The base there has been repaired and rebuilt, and our people are studying it."

"Well, since it's your suggestion." The Prime Minister smiled and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. "Please tell me that you can have a drink with me when you have time. I like this way of expression."

"I'll definitely bring it to you. I won't bother you anymore." Amelia raised her glass, took a sip, and quickly disappeared into the fireplace.

“Magic…”

The Prime Minister, who had become a human being again, sat on the reception sofa and drank by himself, feeling filled with emotion.

When he was a little tipsy, he stood up again, patted his cheeks, sat down at the table, and took out his pen.

"Even without magic, there are still many things we can do... We can't let people look down on us."

Three days later, a dozen scientists from Commonwealth countries arrived on the plains of Namibia without anyone noticing.

They were greeted by two old men, one fat and one thin, and an unprecedented study.

At the same time, some less eye-catching news was drowned in the ocean of media.

Several major space powers have announced plans to increase satellite launches.

The news only caused a small discussion.

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The world outside is in turmoil, with events of all sizes emerging one after another, and wizards and Muggles alike are stepping up their actions in secret.

Back at Hogwarts, Lin En, who had a rare few days of rest while waiting for Ternera to translate, encountered a new problem.

At this moment, he was sitting in his office, next to Euphemia, Dumbledore, Grindelwald disguised as a young man, and a sturdy middle-aged man. There were piles of drawings on the table.

Everything seemed normal. The only thing that didn't seem to be in line with Hogwarts was this middle-aged man.

There was no magical fluctuation on his body. He was a pure Muggle. Apart from the stargazer badge on his chest, he seemed to have nothing to do with the wizarding world.

In front of some of the most powerful and influential wizards in the wizarding world today, he was not at all stage nervous. He behaved calmly and spoke eloquently, just like Lynn did when he taught his students. On the contrary, Grindelwald was confused and felt overwhelmed.

"I won't listen. I don't understand anything about geological changes anyway. I'm going to study Slytherin's notes."

Less than half an hour after the start, he suddenly stood up, feeling extremely uneasy, and ran away.

Dumbledore's face also showed a hint of bitterness.

He thought he understood Muggles, but only after he was exposed to real Muggle science did he realize the meaning of Lin's previous words.

Euphemia saw that he was backing off and said softly, "Principal Dumbledore, you can go and do your own thing. Lynn and I will sort out the results, as will Exum."

"...That's fine." Dumbledore glanced at Lynn, who was still whispering with a Muggle scholar named Exum, then quietly stood up and walked out.

“You shouldn’t have called them here in the first place, Chief.” Exum said with disdain just after the door closed. “They don’t understand what I’m saying. Can’t you just tell them where to go in the end?”

"From the results, they only need to know this, but I'm thinking about more than just this, Exum." Lynn took out a detailed map and spread it out in front of him. "Respect is based on both sides knowing each other's abilities - wizards and Muggles. Blind expansion on either side will bring disastrous consequences, not now, but in the distant future. We also have to think about future generations."

“I can’t think that far ahead,” Exum said. “But I believe you can see farther than any of us can.”

"Don't flatter me. Continue with your analysis. We can't put all our hopes on the result of the prophecy. You are the most important safety valve. Victor will also send people to fully cooperate with you. Tell me and Fei if you need anyone."

"I won't be polite, Chief."

The swish sound of papers flipping was heard again, and a feather pen was quickly moving on an empty coffee table not far away.

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"Damn, this is much worse than I thought!" Ron couldn't help complaining in an empty classroom, "Shouldn't we go find those monsters? Why are we flipping through books here? And these weird drawings!"

"This is not a ghost painting, Ron." Hermione corrected seriously, "This is an ancient language. And what we are doing is very important. If you can't sit still, you can go and help Harry - you will definitely find it interesting over there."

"I—never mind. I'll help you."

Ron swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and turned his head to see Harry practicing the Bubble Head Charm over and over again in the corner - it was a very difficult functional spell, at the NEWTs level, a pre-match preparation for the next game.

The imminent crisis and the tournament being held as usual, the two things came together and made him feel a subtle sense of dislocation, even though he knew the magic contract of this tournament and the subjective intentions of the professors.

He wasn't the only one who felt this way.

Feeling his gaze, Harry stopped what he was doing and stared listlessly at the wand in his hand.

Ever since they had seen the black six-legged monster two days ago under the guidance of Professor Moody, these young wizards had been assigned a simple, safe but tedious task - to look up the real-life background of various oddities and legends under the guidance of Hermione.

This obviously did not satisfy the young people with a heroic complex, but they had no choice - because the person who arranged this matter on behalf of the professor was also an acquaintance, Penelope Clearwater, or, soon after, Penelope Weasley.

Chapter 575: Preparation will lead to success, failure to do so will result in failure.

"Mr. Exum has left?"

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore, who had finally recovered from the torment, asked.

In front of him was a piece of parchment with a concise summary of instructions - for wizards who didn't understand the jargon.

"Now that we have an idea, we must verify it quickly. We have been delayed for nearly three months since late December. Every day longer means more danger. No one knows how many monsters there are and when they will start killing each other. The sooner we act, the better." Lin En said.

"I don't understand why you know so many researchers from various fields, some of whom seem... insignificant." Dumbledore didn't know how to describe an unremarkable scholar like Exum. "Are you also a prophet like Gellert?"

"Your imagination is getting richer as you get older." Lynn rolled his eyes. "The Stargazers were founded to recruit like-minded people to explore mysteries together. Exum joined because he agreed with our philosophy."

"Learned..." Dumbledore looked at Lin's face carefully, "Well, I thought you were prepared." His expression was a little stiff and regretful.

"There are two kinds of preparation. One is to foresee the future. I don't have that ability, but when it comes to the other kind of preparation, I have some experience." Lin En took a herb and fed it to the phoenix that flew over to be coquettish. "It has always been my habit to think of the worst. Although Stargazer is not my private property, my partners still have some trust in me, which is why I have made this insignificant preparation now."

Dumbledore looked stunned.

"If you call this trivial, I don't know what is fully prepared," he said with a wry smile.

"No one has a pair of eyes that can see into the future at any time. It's always good to have a few backup plans, especially when my own strength is not enough to be the pillar of support for my partners." Lin En said with emotion, "I didn't sleep as soundly as I do now in those years. After all, there were three mountains pressing down on my head, so I couldn't be careful."

Dumbledore stared at him for a long while, then asked slowly, "So these things were originally prepared for Voldemort and us?"

"I don't rule out this use, but I haven't set a use in advance." Lynn said lightheartedly, "I believe that extra preparations are better than having nothing to use when needed. As it turns out, they did come in handy, but unfortunately they were still not enough."

"If we want to do more than you, I'm afraid we need the unity of the entire wizarding world, but at the moment, this is not easy." Dumbledore stroked his white beard and sighed, "We have to avoid panic, convince those powerful bureaucrats who are more or less similar to Cornelius, and establish connections with Muggles. This is difficult, and each one is more difficult than the other."

"It's precisely because it's difficult that we need someone to stand up and use their reputation and prestige to raise a call." Lynn stroked Phoenix's hot head and took out another herb like a magic trick, which made Fox's eyes widen.

"I'm doing that, Lynn, but I can't convince everyone." Dumbledore pointed to his desk, which was piled with letters like snowflakes, all written after he returned from Namibia. "There will always be people who are willing to be ostriches with their heads buried in the sand."

"Then pull his head out. What do you think Dmitri did in Russia?" Lynn let go of his hand, his eyes becoming fierce. "The Imperius Curse and the Confounding Curse are not for show. There is no need to hesitate, Dumbledore. Gellert must have advised you as well."

"That's right. He has told me this several times - but I want to try again." Dumbledore said, "The more people like us are, the more we need to add shackles to our own power, otherwise we will open the door to the devil. Morality and humanity are priceless."

"I agree with your point of view, although I think now is not a good time." Lin En shook his head noncommittally, "Changing the subject, you have to be present at the second round of the tournament, and I might go directly - if the translation of the prophecy from Inès is completed."

"I will protect the children."

"It's not just this issue, but also Rita Skeeter. She will also be here and do an exclusive interview with you." Lynn said, "We need to slowly push forward with the partial disclosure of this matter and prepare for the subsequent big moves. Otherwise, we can't keep it secret for too long."

He placed a piece of parchment with questions and answer strategies written on it in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked it up and looked at it, then asked, "Wouldn't it be better for you to tell the story? Now everyone knows that you killed Voldemort, and your reputation is at its peak."

"That's also the time when I'm most resisted by those diehards. I know what they're thinking, but now we have to avoid all forms of internal friction and focus our energy on that damn meteorite and those damn monsters. So, you're the most suitable."

"...In that case, fine. Is there anything else you want to arrange in advance?"

"Not for now, what plans do you have?"

"There is one thing I haven't told anyone yet, including Gellert, but I want you to know it in advance."

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became solemn, which made Lynn's heart move.

"what's up?"

"About the Deathly Hallows."

Dumbledore took out his Elder Wand, removed the ring from his finger, and took out Harry's Invisibility Cloak from the drawer, placing the three items side by side on the table.

Throughout history, there has never been any record of another person possessing these three treasures at the same time. He may be the only one.

Lynn's eyes swept across the invisibility cloak, then to the old wand placed in the middle, which seemed to exude a vague attraction, and finally to the resurrection stone inlaid in the ring.

His gaze stayed on the black stone the longest, and he could hardly take his eyes off it. It took him a while to raise his head.

"What do you want to say?"

"When I got close to the meteorites, I felt something was wrong with them." Dumbledore's eyes were struggling. "I'm worried that things might not be that simple."

"Meteorite...?" Lynn frowned, picked up Gunter's ring from the table, and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

He was sure that this kind of magic power was fundamentally different from the magic power of the false god.

The same goes for the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak.

"What is going on? Tell me more."

"That's my plan too."

Dumbledore placed the wand against his temple and gave it a gentle tug. Strands of silver fluid flowed out from the tip of the wand and fell into the Pensieve in the distance.

He made an inviting gesture.

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At the same time, in London, on the top floor of Gringotts.

Iaie, who was so proud of himself outside, stood opposite Euphemia with fear and trepidation. He didn't even use magic and tremblingly poured her a cup of tea with his own hands.

He never expected that a legendary wizard, who might not appear once in the past few decades, would appear so soon, and he happened to be the partner of that one.

But despite being shocked, he couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.

"You have a good eye," Euphemia praised.

"I don't deserve it. If you have anything to say, you can just ask someone to tell me. Why do you have to come here in person?" Yi Ai asked cautiously with a smile.

"Because it is an urgent matter," said Euphemia. "The more information there is, the better. Use your channels and keep it confidential."

"Of course, that's no problem." The wealthy Yi Ai agreed without even looking at it, "I'll do it right away."

"No hurry, this is just one thing." Euphemia looked at him leisurely, "You seem anxious?"

"You and Mr. Eric have given me instructions, so of course I can't delay even a little bit even if I try my best."

"It better be this way."

"I am where I am today thanks to Mr. Eric's help and protection. I absolutely dare not have the slightest selfish motive. I can guarantee this to you with the most solemn oath!"

Hearing Euphemia's dissatisfaction, Iaie felt confused and puzzled, and at the same time, his sense of crisis suddenly surged. He hurriedly patted his chest to show his loyalty and was about to swear an oath on the spot.

But the oath was not fulfilled, for Euphemia stopped him—she did not even move, for a strange spell made Eia speechless.

"You probably won't have second thoughts." She said softly, and put the teacup back on the table. "Others may not be the same. You should know what time it is now. We can't allow people who are disloyal to exist."

Iai regained his ability to speak.