Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Euphemia naturally agreed with Lin En's position. She didn't say anything from the beginning, but just observed the students in the distance, especially Doris and Furong who looked over here from time to time.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald exchanged glances, and then looked at the wooden box that Lynn had placed aside.

"What's your plan?" they asked in unison.

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In Doris's eyes, the conversation by the lake did not last long and seemed full of mystery, but it soon ended with everyone leaving.

Minister Bones gathered the Aurors and strikers and hurried towards the castle, apparently intending to return to the Ministry.

Headmaster Dumbledore and the unfamiliar wizard traveled together, riding on the Thestrals into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

She then plucked up the courage to come forward, pointed at the people who had left, and asked in a low voice: "Professor, do you have any news for us?"

Lynn, who was talking in a low voice with Euphemia, looked up and saw her and the young people behind her.

"I do have something to give you, but this isn't the right place. Please go to the Room of Requirement and wait for a while. We'll be there soon and we'll talk about it when we get there."

"Okay, professor." Doris pursed her lips and pointed her finger downwards, "Down here...?"

"Trelawney's prediction was indeed correct. Now we have solved the problem. I am going to thank her first and then find you." Lynn said, "Remember to call everyone to the Room of Requirement when you return."

"...!"

Doris was surprised at first, but then her face showed joy.

"I understand! Just wait!"

Chapter 586: The Wizard Looking to the Future

"Pay attention to this shot. The lower limbs of these monsters can be used for all-terrain mobility, and can also take into account both movement and physical attacks. Considering their physique, you need to make sure you have Sulizaz or Iron Armor Spell protection at all times."

"And here, Euphemia used fire runes to deal with the big monster just now, but if you encounter a similar situation, you need to make some adjustments. It is difficult to completely destroy their bodies with ordinary elemental magic. The best solution is to use restrictive magic and destroy the sensory center of their heads, which is where the black dots are."

"Speaking of this monster with the largest physique, it has many characteristics of the monsters we have killed before, and most of them are also the advantages of these monsters. You should watch it repeatedly."

"..."

The video footage switched frame by frame, and the picture was still clear even in the pitch-dark underground. One could even see every suction cup on the tentacle and every piece of soil splashed up.

Young stargazers and reserve stargazers sat on the ground, one next to the other, watching intently.

Listening to Lin En's explanation and analysis, they also had a sense of déjà vu as if they were in an underground battlefield. The most capable people had already begun to put themselves in his shoes and make assumptions.

Especially Cedric and Fleur, whose match ended in a draw.

The two of them looked at the statue in the distance at the same time, thinking that it would be great if it could be engraved into the gap in time and space.

But before they had time to think about it, as soon as they lost their concentration, a sudden chill ran up from the lower back along the spine, making the two talented young men shiver all over, and all their thoughts were thrown out of their mind.

Turning her head again, she could just see Euphemia's cold and stern eyes - Fleur curled her lips imperceptibly, while Cedric was more honest than her and sat upright.

Compared with Lynn's encouraging teaching and relaxed management, Euphemia can be said to be a model of tolerance, which is just enough to restrain these young talents who like to have unconventional ideas.

Lin En saw these little movements clearly on the stage, but he didn't intend to say or do anything. He also liked this kind of teaching style of alternating between tension and relaxation.

Apart from……

“Swoosh—Boom!”

A piece of chalk flew out from nowhere and hit Fred and George squarely on the forehead. Ron and Ginny, who were sitting next to them watching the fun, did not escape either.

They were having fun tinkering with an oversized floater, trying to turn it into the shape of the monster in the video.

All eyes converged on them, making the four brothers and sisters who had been absent from class feel very embarrassed. They had to put away the gadgets in their hands and pretend to listen carefully, but they could not hide the red mark in the middle of their foreheads.

Doris covered her mouth and chuckled, as if she was recalling some of her "tragic experiences" and was gloating.

After the interlude, the class continued.

Based on the principle of meeting students' expectations, Lin En's teaching this time was very detailed, but of course there was also some intention to let them understand the situation and then back off when faced with difficulties.

But the results were not ideal - most teenagers are at a stage where they are fearless, and when they see this terrifying creature, not only are they not afraid, but many of them are eager to try it.

The leaders were of course Boyce and Doris, but there were many similar little wizards in other grades, especially those with a strong sense of justice like Neville and Harry.

In this situation, Lin En naturally would not dampen their precious enthusiasm. After the lecture was over, he took the statue that was familiar to most people and said in a deep voice:

"No one can guarantee that these monsters will never appear. If anyone wants to learn how to deal with them, starting tomorrow, I will record their information into the gap in time and space, and you can choose the corresponding level."

Cedric and Fleur were all smiles, with a spark of competition in their eyes.

Penelope, who was not far from them, seemed to be deep in thought. As she worked at the Starlight Group, she thought of more.

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school clinic.

After the warriors checked and found everything was fine, they left one after another, and the place became quiet again.

The only one left here was Trelawney - her external injuries were secondary. Her body was a little weak, as if she had some deficiencies and needed some careful care for some time.

Leaning on the hospital bed, she felt uncomfortable all over. It seemed as if invisible eyes were observing her every moment, like small needles pricking her.

She wanted to go back to her classroom-cum-living room in the North Tower.

But Madam Pomfrey would not allow it.

Her body wouldn't allow it.

After several fruitless appeals, she could only stay here bored and embarrassed.

This was an unspeakable torment for her as she did not like being exposed in unfamiliar areas.

But in the midst of her agony, she remembered her colleagues who had come here to visit her not long ago.

Hearing that those dangerous monsters had been wiped out, she, who regarded Hogwarts as her home, was delighted from the bottom of her heart, and she felt a kind of pride that was rarely seen before - for more than a decade, she knew that she was far inferior to those talented colleagues and was unwilling to appear in front of them too often, so she just locked herself in the North Tower.

But today, she proved that she could see the future, proved that she was worthy of being the descendant of the prophet Cassandra, and proved that she was qualified to work on the same stage with those talented wizards.

As I stroked the strand of white hair that had quietly grown on me, the joy and relief in my heart had long overshadowed the physical discomfort.

"It's a pity that Bobby doesn't allow drinking..." She muttered to herself, with a hint of regret on her face.

"Squeak-"

"Maybe I can ask her to make an exception today."

At the same time as the shrill sound of the door opening came a serious female voice.

Trelawney turned her head and saw the figure who had always been at odds with her.

And the sherry she brought.

"…Minerva?"

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Outside the castle, the temple of Castrobusa.

Ternera buried himself in a pile of parchment scrolls, writing furiously at his desk, his silky black hair shining brightly under the light.

She spoke little, but her words were short and powerful, ordering Ines to run around, piling the "hill" on the desk higher and higher.

Time never stops, and what is exchanged for is line after line of Latin prophecies on the scroll.

Pure magic is attached to it, turning the guidance of the stars into magical spells and signposts leading to the truth.

I don't know how much time had passed, but this witch, who looked older than Dumbledore, put down the quill in her hand and leaned heavily back in her chair.

She was breathing heavily, and her chest was like an old bellows, making a humming sound.

After a long while, she said tiredly, "Ines, give this scroll and this stone to Eric in person. Tell him that I have done my job, and the rest... depends on his conscience."

"His conscience?" Inès frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"You don't need to know too much. I won't harm you. Just tell me what I mean." Ternera didn't intend to explain. He closed his eyes lazily and was too lazy to even walk to the prepared bed. He leaned against the back of the chair and soon the sound of even breathing could be heard.

"Pretending to sleep again! God knows what you are hiding from me..."

Inès glared at her unhappily, but still walked forward obediently and picked up the scroll and the slightly dim gem on the table.

Almost immediately after she left, Ternera opened his eyes, sighed, and pulled out another scroll of his own.

Compared to a few hours ago, there was a small pool of new blood here.

It points to a whole new future.

Chapter 587: Good solutions are often not complicated

In the evening, Namibia, Meteorite Research Institute.

The little incident during the day did not affect the working order here. The real fluctuations occurred at a higher level.

It was shift change time, and several wizards and Muggle scientists in heavy protective clothing left the laboratory containing the meteorite samples. After an inspection, another group of people came to take over. Except for the more complicated procedures, everything else was the same as usual.

But in the final analysis, something had happened after all, and everyone felt more or less uncomfortable, but the occasion was special and no one had the time to waste energy on it.

Because there are more important things waiting to be done.

In just ten minutes, a new group of researchers wearing protective clothing walked into the laboratory and began their respective research.

Faced with this strange substance from outer space, even the most outstanding wizard or scientist needs to start from the basics.

This is not only the case here, but also in all the experiments that are in full swing.

Everyone is opening up new areas of cognition and trying to find ways to resolve crises.

Some of them have made progress, while others are still groping in the darkness before dawn.

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Grindelwald arrived without anyone noticing.

Dressed in a simple black robe, he appeared in front of Batti who had been waiting for a long time without attracting any attention.

"Where are the two of them?"

"Look at screen number three. They are testing the potion's performance over there."

Batty's attitude was lukewarm. He pointed at the big screen in the room without moving his butt.

"Albus is right. You really don't accept anyone except that kid Lynn." Grindelwald didn't care too much. He said jokingly and turned his gaze to the screen.

He arrived just in time, as Slughorn staggered over to a tightly bound monster, picked up a glass bottle, and poured water over its head.

"Fuck-"

Just like pouring hot water into an oil pan, wherever the potion passed, the monster's body was like a boiling mixture of oil and water. It began to collapse and disintegrate in just a few seconds - first the head covered with black dots, then the torso, and finally the thick and powerful arms and lower limbs.

Soon, the monster, which was nearly three meters tall and weighed several tons, turned into an inconspicuous pool of black water on the ground, and soon even the trace of the liquid disappeared.

"He actually did it?" Grindelwald was a little surprised. "This old guy is really capable."

"The cost is seven Galleons and nine Sickles per bottle." Batty said lazily, throwing out a copy of the experiment record. "If you want efficiency, one bottle can kill ten of the most common ones, but the speed will not be as fast as it is now, and it will not be very useful after evolution. It needs to be iterated."

"It's pretty good. Lynn will probably like it, and Albus too. How did you do it?"

"You can ask him yourself when he comes back. I don't know how to make potions. Are you here for these two this time?"

"Yes, they already know what happened here. They asked me to come and take a meteorite sample back."

"Where's Lynn?"

"He has other things to do. If all goes well, he should be here in a while."

"Then you have to give me his and Bones' signatures." Batty said meticulously, "or have him contact me personally."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, but in the end he said nothing and just nodded.

"Of course, right here."

Neither Dumbledore nor Bones objected, so he certainly wouldn't make any comments.

With the signature, Batti took out a meteorite sample sealed in a special container.

Although it is only the size of a fingernail, its weight may be more than one ton - even with the help of the levitation spell, it is not possible for ordinary people to hold it steadily in their hands.

But to Grindelwald, this was nothing.