Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"No need to do that, you can call me Nicholas. I met your elder fifty years ago. At that time he was a pony like you, but you are better than him. Believe me, you will be worth the trip."

Nicolas Flamel smiled and shook hands with the centaur prophet, his kind eyes never leaving Lynn and Euphemia who were arguing.

It's not quite right to call it an argument, because apart from the first moment when Lin En got the chance to say a few words, the rest of the time only Euphemia's voice was heard.

Lynn gradually began to understand how Dumbledore felt when he was reprimanded by Professor McGonagall.

To be exact, I had this feeling again.

Fortunately, when they entered a new world hidden from the sight of Muggles, Euphemia still gave him enough face, following him expressionlessly and saying nothing more.

Lin En let out a long sigh and looked at his friends gathered in the auditorium as if he had been pardoned.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the Great Hall, which was comparable in size to Hogwarts. At a glance, there were over a hundred people.

More and more figures walked out from the fireplaces in the four corners of the room and joined in the lively greetings and discussions.

There is still a long time before the agreed gathering time, and this process will continue.

"Chief, long time no see! I heard you're back at Hogwarts, how do you feel?"

"Good evening, Lynn, and Euphemia. It's still so lively today. I'm so glad to see you!"

"Is there any exciting news today, Chief? We are looking forward to it!"

"chief……"

There was a constant stream of greetings.

Some are affectionate, some are respectful, and some even have a bit of admiration.

Accents from different countries are mixed together, and people dress in different styles.

Some wizards recognized the hooded figure of Nicolas Flamel, especially the young man from Beauxbatons.

But before the few of them could stand up and greet them with reverence, the people around them grabbed them and whispered reminders.

It was obvious that the deliberately concealed legendary alchemist had no intention of revealing his identity now.

On the other side, the elegant Firenze also attracted everyone's attention.

However, unlike the reactions of ordinary wizards when seeing the centaurs, the wizards here did not have any extra expressions. Only a few enthusiastic people raised their glasses from a distance, expressing silent greetings and compliments.

There were even a few Muggles in the room, but they didn't seem out of place or awkward sitting among the wizards. Instead, they chatted happily.

Such a scene was also a new experience for the Centaur prophet.

He looked at Lin En who was chatting and laughing with everyone, and vaguely understood what his wizard friend said before he left.

The people here are indeed special. They are not wizards, but they embody the "other side of humanity".

Firenze pursed his lips modestly, and Euphemia promptly handed him a glass of fruit wine.

It was a thoughtful gesture, as he was just trying to respond to the friendly and welcoming wizard.

He raised the cup from afar and drank it all in one gulp. The heat radiating from his chest spread throughout his body.

The centaur prophet, who seldom left the Forbidden Forest, was looking forward to tonight's gathering and these unique stargazers.

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At exactly seven o'clock, the magic wall clock rang out a clear sound.

Finally, a young witch in a hurry arrived with her colleague who had not yet taken off her healer's robe. They were greeted by Euphemia who was well prepared and sat in the reserved seat.

There were only a few empty seats left in the elaborately decorated auditorium.

Those are the members who would have found it difficult to attend the appointment today, and their seats have been reserved.

The noise gradually died down, and everyone stopped talking at the same time and turned their eyes to the end of the auditorium.

Lynn was already standing there, with the corners of his mouth raised, smiling uncontrollably, and beside him were Nicolas Flamel and Firenze, who had taken off their hoods.

"Everyone," the voice was transmitted to everyone's ears with the blessing of magic, "It's great to see you all here again. It's been a few months, and the last gathering feels like yesterday to me."

His words caused a good-natured laugh, led by the dozen people in the front row. Even Euphemia couldn't control her expression and smiled faintly.

"Don't be like that, I really mean it." Lin En said with a smile, "Every time I get together with you all, I am very happy."

"I counted, and there are more people today than last time, with new faces and old friends. Unfortunately, there are still a few missing, but I think everyone will enjoy it along with their share, right?"

He was responded to with enthusiastic laughter and clinking of glasses; the stargazers gave their answer with their actions.

"However," he changed the subject and the audience immediately fell silent, "this gathering is very special. I must take up your precious time to introduce two special guests. They are not only VIPs, but also the most important advisors to the stargazers."

"First of all, please allow me to introduce Mr. Firenze, the outstanding astronomer and fortune teller, who has given us selfless help many times!"

During his enthusiastic introduction, Firenze slowly stepped forward and looked at the full house of guests.

Warm applause echoed in his ears, and before his eyes were smiling faces - and several glasses raised again.

"Next, it is the greatest alchemist in history, a wise man spanning six centuries, and the most important mentor on the wizarding path of Euphemia and me, His Excellency Nicolas Flamel!"

Lynn turned around respectfully and bowed along with Euphemia, who stood quietly beside him.

In an instant, more than a hundred wizards from various countries stood up at the same time to express their respect for the legend that had witnessed countless historical events.

"You really opened my eyes, Lynn." The old man smiled and helped Lynn and Euphemia up, saying meaningfully, "Such a momentum is really shocking."

“I think there will be more surprises in the future.” Lynn smiled and nodded.

Then, he turned around and looked at his friends who had not yet taken their seats, raised his glass, and said loudly: "Welcome everyone again! I believe that we will all gain something from today's gathering! Magic is mysterious, and we will explore the unknown starry sky together. Cheers to mystery!"

Beautiful magic patterns condensed in the air and transformed into a line of clearly visible text.

【Magic is mysterious】

This is not only the view of magic held by Lynn Eric, the chief of the Stargazers, but also a symbol of the origin and highest ideals of this huge organization spanning wizards and Muggles, humans and magical creatures.

Wizards should open their eyes, gaze at the stars, and explore the deepest mysteries.

"Cheers to Mystery!"

The people in the audience spoke in unison and toasted each other.

Chapter 51 Nicolas Flamel's Exclamation

When the grand party began, Firenze, holding a glass of fruit wine, quickly disappeared from sight.

He had gone to find the wizards who had raised their glasses to invite him.

Those people were experts in arithmetic, divination and astronomy from various countries, and they just happened to share the same interests as him.

Lynn and Euphemia sat at the front round table with Nicolas Flamel. All of them were their old classmates, comrades-in-arms and loyal partners who had gone through ups and downs for more than a decade.

Amanda, Brian, and so many other familiar faces that even Nicolas Flamel, who was not very worldly-wise, could call out their names.

Ministry of Magic officials, famous Aurors, St. Mungo's famous doctors, pharmacy experts, adventurers across continents...

At the age of less than thirty, the young wizards at the table have already made their own achievements and gradually stepped onto the center stage of the wizarding world.

The old man's sharp eyes scanned the auditorium.

As someone who dealt with Euphemia every day, he knew very well that every round table here was carefully designed by this meticulous girl, bringing together wizards from various countries and fields, and even outstanding Muggle members.

This is not only a dinner and gathering with complex relationships, but also a forum of a large scale.

With the round table where he was sitting as the center, nearly two hundred outstanding wizards surrounded it, each having their own position under Euphemia's arrangement, forming such a grand occasion with a wealth of talents.

Nicolas Flamel looked at Lynn, who was chatting happily with the stargazers who came from all directions to drink with him, and suddenly felt that he did not fully know this student.

Before coming, he thought this was an organization similar to the witch party back then, or a replica of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix that integrated all kinds of people.

But now, he suddenly realized that Lynn and Euphemia, and the Stargazers they had carefully planned and developed for more than a decade, were never copies of any organization.

Here there are powerful wizards who are good at fighting, curse breakers, explorers, bounty hunters... there are even dozens of elite Aurors from various countries.

But they were not the main body of the rally, just an ordinary part of it.

Magic historians, astronomers, mageologists, magizoologists, fortune tellers, pharmacists, healers... elites from all walks of life who were once not taken seriously by the "strongest dark wizard in history" and the "Dark Lord" gathered together.

They weren't just out to fend off the Dark Lord and the wizarding war he was bound to start again.

As Lynn said, this is a platform for exploring mysteries.

In the face of mystery, not only are wizards equal to each other, but so are wizards and Muggles.

Vaguely, Nicolas Flamel seemed to see the trend that swept across the European continent when he was young and then changed the entire world.

In a wizarding society that had been closed and stagnant for hundreds of years, such scenes made him miss them.

"Nico? Nico!"

Just as he was immersed in his memories of three hundred years ago, Lin En's voice sounded in his ears, pulling him back.

"Ah... I was just thinking about something." The old man asked with a smile, "Lin En, who is this young man?"

"Sir Flamel, I'm the curse breaker of Gringotts, William Arthur Weasley. My friends call me Bill. I'm grateful for your guidance." The tall and handsome young man bowed politely, looking a little cynical with his long red ponytail.

Lynn smiled and said, "Bill is the best curse breaker in Gringotts and the most talented wizard in arithmetic divination I have ever seen. I think you and Firenze will like him."

"Bill? He is indeed an outstanding young man." Nico nodded. He had heard Linn mention him before, but this was the first time he met him. "Cursebreaker is a delicate job. People who can do it well must be suitable for studying exquisite magic."

"Thank you for your compliment. Compared with the Chief, I am still far behind." Bill shook his head modestly and spoke respectfully, "It is an honor to meet you here. There is also a discussion about ciphertext over there, so I will not interrupt them. If possible, they hope to invite the Chief to join us. Of course, there will also be a very interesting little game."

"It might be difficult tonight, as he wants to reminisce with us old classmates." Brian said with a smile.

The meeting had just begun, and the tall Auror had already drunk a lot of wine, his face flushed.

"As you can see, Bill." Lynn shrugged, "But I would be happy to participate in your group's activities if time permits in the future - such as the ruins."

"It's a deal then." Bill smiled and nodded, clinking glasses with Lynn and Brian on the other side.

Then he returned to another round table where a heated discussion was going on, and voices full of regret came from afar.

"Lynn is always so popular that no one pays attention to poor Faye." Amanda, who was wearing a therapist's robe, said teasingly after Bill left.

Her words resonated with her old classmates, and Nicolas Flamel nodded in agreement.

The old man knew best how hard Euphemia had worked.

If Lynn is the one who brings everyone together with his magic and ideas, then Euphemia is the hardworking glue; both are indispensable.

"You are trying to sow discord between us again." Lin En looked at him with pretended dissatisfaction and raised his glass, saying, "Fei is our biggest contributor. The second glass of wine should be in honor of her."

"I just did some minor work." Euphemia's eyes moved slightly, but her face remained calm. She gently raised her glass, clinked it with Lin En's, and took a sip. "Are you going to introduce new achievements this time? The one that Nico participated in."

"Well..." Under the expectant gaze of his companions, Lynn looked at Nicolas Flamel.

The old man smiled and took out a glass bottle from a small bag cast with a traceless extension charm.

The dark red liquid separated into two layers with slight shaking, half crystal clear and half turbid.

"Fortunately, the final verification experiment was successful."

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Hogwarts, underground classroom.

The pungent smell and harsh "music" tortured Harry and his two friends physically and mentally, forming a sharp contrast with the joyful hall.

Here, they met Sir Nick, the protagonist of the night, the ghost Myrtle who made Hermione stay away from her, and the Headless Horsemen who were famous among ghosts.

Hundreds of milky white translucent souls made this dim underground space very cold, as if entering a cold storage room.

Just when they finally got Sir Nick to give up his speech - because the hockey balls on the heads of the headless knights attracted the attention of all the ghosts - and were about to return to the hall to see if there was any more dinner, a voice sounded in Harry's ears again.

"...Tear you apart...Tear you apart...Kill you..."

The cold and murderous voice that had been heard in Lockhart's office reappeared.

"…I'm starving…I've been starving for a long, long time…"

As he searched around, the sound not only did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer.

"…It's time to kill…"

Gradually, the sound began to fade, and Harry was sure that he was moving - moving from underground to above ground, very quickly.

"Let's go this way!"

Harry, full of justice and courage, strode forward, followed by his two companions who were stumbling and confused.

They rushed up the stairs to the ground level.