Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Fearing that his Uncle Eric, who had taken care of him since he was a child, might be in danger, he bravely waited at the office door until he came back after witnessing everything.

Looking at the cold and scared little guy, Lin En's heart ached.

"This is very valuable information, Neville, but don't take such risks next time." He said softly, "I'll take you back to the dormitory to rest first. Leave the other things to me, and you should have a good sleep."

"What about Harry and the others..." Neville obviously didn't believe that Harry and the other two were the murderers, and was worried about their situation.

"Dumbledore won't make things difficult for them." Lynn said, "I'll be there later, don't worry."

As he said this, he took off his coat and put it on Neville, then walked quickly towards the Gryffindor common room.

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Just as Lynn expected, by the time he arrived at Lockhart's stupid office, the matter had been basically resolved.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Snape's voice: "Personally, I think it's best to let him leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team until his attitude becomes more honest."

There is no doubt that a certain Potions professor with a narrow mind is simply seeking revenge.

The vice-headmaster, who attached more importance to the Quidditch Cup than the House Cup, obviously would not agree.

"Severus, I see no reason not to let this child play ball." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "This cat was not hit on the head by a broom. There is no evidence that Potter did anything wrong."

"Sorry, guys, please forgive me for being late. What happened?"

Just as the two were arguing, Lynn walked into the crowd at the right time and slowly spoke under the disgusted look that Lockhart was trying hard to hide.

"Lynn, thank God you're back." Professor Sprout breathed a sigh of relief. "Filch's cat was petrified, and it wasn't a petrification spell - the Chamber of Secrets was opened."

"It's not the petrification spell... In this case, maybe your mandrake can come in handy." Lynn looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully, "Is there anything I can do, Headmaster?"

"Maybe a professor can explain why he was away from school all day on Halloween." Snape said sarcastically.

"Of course it's because I have my own party, Snape." Lynn turned her head in surprise, as if she had just discovered that Snape was there. "I thought you knew that not every professor would attend the dinner. Oh... sorry, except you."

He used a joking tone to reveal the fact that a certain professor had few friends, which made the three people who were originally trembling with fear on the side couldn't help laughing, and Ron even laughed out loud.

Snape frowned: "Isn't this funny, Weasley? You haven't explained why you didn't attend the dinner, but instead ran to..."

"Well," said Dumbledore firmly, "the absence of evidence against him means that the children are innocent, Severus."

His blue eyes were shining as he stared at Harry for a long time, making him feel like he was being seen through, and causing Snape and Filch to look annoyed.

"You can go now," he said to the trio. "As for Lynn, perhaps you can work with Severus to find a solution other than the Mandrake resurrection potion, and help Filch rescue Mrs. Norris as soon as possible."

The three of them fled away, and as they left, they saw Professor Eric pointing at themselves and then at Snape in disbelief, as if he had heard some annoying ghost story.

As soon as they left the office, they quickly found an empty classroom and discussed today's events in the dark until the clock struck twelve.

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Late at night, in the principal's office.

After dealing with the noisy Lockhart and sending the four exhausted headmasters back home, Dumbledore called Lynn, who was losing interest, and brought him over.

"Principal, your earlier joke was not funny."

As soon as he entered the door, Lin En couldn't hold back his complaints and said coldly.

"I hope you won't be so hostile, Lynn." Dumbledore sat down exhausted, pressing his brow. "You know very well that he is trustworthy. Forget it, let's not talk about Severus for now. I know you have something to say to me."

"Yes, I need to know the status of the basilisk." Lin En nodded and sat opposite Dumbledore without any hesitation. "Is the petrification this time accidental or for some other reason? If its eyes are facing these young wizards, will it be fatal?"

"I can guarantee that there will be no real victims in every attack." Dumbledore did not answer directly, but Lin En already understood.

"You are taking a risk, Headmaster," he said quietly. "Allowing a basilisk like this to move through the pipes of Hogwarts is a risk even for you."

"I know, Lynn, I know." Dumbledore closed his eyes tightly. "We must train him and temper him. Their souls are interlocked together. Only Voldemort himself can break them and bring him to his true end."

"Why do I have to do it myself?" Lin En frowned, "Can't I use other magic to peel it off?"

"Lily's ancient magic not only destroyed Voldemort's body, but also locked his soul inside Harry's. This will make any attempt to separate the two souls extremely difficult - you are well aware of her accomplishments."

Dumbledore shook his head regretfully, "Your ancient magic may have a chance, and I believe you will have this ability eventually, but I must increase the chances of success at all costs. This is a war, another wizard war, Lynn, you understand its significance."

There was a long silence.

"...Of course I understand." Lin En returned to his seat, "And I have made full preparations for this war. I will continue to think of a way to deal with the child."

"Lynn, you did an excellent job." Dumbledore praised, "I know that everything you did was to win with less sacrifice. So I support you."

"We don't believe such things, so there's no need to say too much. I just want to ask, if someone else stopped the basilisk, you wouldn't object, right?" Lin En waved his hand and said with a serious look.

"Of course, there is never just one hero."

"Then let's start another topic, Headmaster." Lynn nodded with satisfaction and used honorifics again. "I must tell you that in addition to the diary, there is another Horcrux in the castle. We should start looking for it."

"You mean...?" Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"You're wrong." Lynn interrupted, "I'm talking about the one hidden in the Room of Requirement, the Ravenclaw Crown... Please come to my office."

Without waiting for Dumbledore's reply, he left the headmaster's office without looking back.

At an angle that Dumbledore couldn't see, he also yawned slightly.

It's very late.

This is especially true for people who have been drinking recently.

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"Is this... divination by the stars? No, there is also a sacrifice..."

In Lynn's office, Dumbledore was stunned when he saw the parchment covered with words.

He turned his head and watched as Lynn poured a hot drink and walked over to him.

"How much preparation have you done where I don't know? I'm really curious."

"Perhaps more than you think, Headmaster."

Lynn passed the drink over and saved one for herself.

"As you said, this is the new wizarding war, and I certainly won't be idle."

Chapter 54 Investigation and Speculation

Overnight, news of Mrs. Norris's attack spread all over the city.

The students suddenly got out of the Halloween atmosphere and talked about almost nothing else. They were talking about this matter all day long and even whispered to each other in class.

Seeing that repeated warnings were ineffective, the strict Professor McGonagall took decisive action to suppress the movement. As a result, all four houses suffered a considerable loss of points, and some students even had to stand to complete the Transfiguration class.

But these can't stop the curiosity of the little wizards.

Ginny Weasley seemed to be in better condition. She took the initiative to speak for the first time in Lynn's class. Her body and mind seemed to have recovered from her previous fatigue, and she successfully got 5 points.

This surprised Lynn a little, but she didn't say anything. She just quietly brought her a cup of steaming hot juice after class - this was Fred and George's suggestion.

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After finishing the first class of the week, Lynn finally had some free time.

He had heard Harry and the other two talking from afar during dinner, and he had no intention of ignoring it.

He went to the third floor corridor.

Filch also wanders around the area where Mrs. Norris was attacked, trying in vain to clean the writing on the wall.

Peeves was holding a pile of chalk in his hand, ready to give the janitor a surprise.

But before it could put it into practice, a figure approaching from a distance made it silent. It hurriedly saluted crookedly and disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, the castle gatekeeper with red eyes also saw Lin En, stepped back and said, "Professor, my cat..."

"I know, Mr. Filch, Mrs. Norris will heal it," Lynn said comfortingly. "These words contain special magic, and detergent can't erase them."

The bloody writing seemed to mock Filch's inability to do anything, and the air was filled with the smell of detergent, which only made them shine more brightly on the wall.

Filch gritted his teeth and was on the verge of collapse.

Having his Squib identity exposed and having lost his cat, whom he had been almost dependent on for life, it was not difficult to understand how the janitor felt - although the students who disliked him, such as Ron, would not sympathize with him.

Lynn knew very well that the greatest respect for him was to pretend to be ignorant, so he raised his wand and waved it lightly, and the shining words immediately became dim.

He then turned around and walked to the other side as if nothing had happened. Only a ball of water mixed with detergent slowly rose up and collided with the text.

The bloody words that had been so stubborn just now began to gradually disintegrate.

Filch looked at Lynn's back silently, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. Finally, he wiped his eyes hard, picked up the rag viciously, and poured his anger on the wall.

Although they inevitably had some friction when Lin En was in school, at least they were not harmonious.

But at this moment, Filch had mixed feelings.

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That afternoon, Hermione, who had just finished her History of Magic class, came to Lynn's office.

She was obviously shaken by yesterday's events. Her bag was filled with books borrowed from the library, and every move she made was filled with a hint of annoyance.

Even when he was grading Lynn's papers, he accidentally left a small ink stain on Boyce's paper.

"...I'm sorry, professor." She raised her head belatedly, looking a little haggard.

"It's okay. I was inconsiderate to let you do so much work after what you just went through." Lynn said gently, "Eat something. Percy and Doris often do this. I heard that you went to the kitchen several times as well."

He took the initiative to change the subject, hoping to make his most capable assistant relax a little.

This time, Hermione did not refuse. She took the tea prepared by the elf and ate it with big mouthfuls.

She didn't have a good lunch and was very hungry.

The delicious dessert made her slightly sluggish brain work again. Feeling Lin En's gentle gaze, the little witch felt a little embarrassed and quietly wiped the milk tea stains from the corners of her mouth.

"House-elves have fully adapted to the current life. It is also written in the book that it has been like this since the ancient war." She said softly, "But I think we need to protect their basic dignity and rights, rather than treating them as slaves and objects. However... we need to proceed step by step and not be impulsive."

"You said it very well, Hermione," Lynn said encouragingly. "It takes a process to guide the cognition of house-elves and gradually change the views of wizards."

"Yes, professor, I will work hard for it." The little witch nodded vigorously, and then looked at Lin En as if she had gone through some ideological struggle, "Professor, I want to ask you a question."

Lin En laughed dumbly: "It's about the secret room and the heir, right?"

As early as last night, he had guessed what the three little wizards were thinking.

They will definitely continue investigating, and the best way is for Hermione, as his assistant, to ask him for help.

Hermione nodded silently, pulling out the book from her backpack and placing it on the table.

She was clearly a Gryffindor, not a Ravenclaw, which would have seemed more appropriate.

"Hermione, I need to remind you that you and your partner are dealing with something very dangerous," Lynn said seriously, "You could get hurt or even die. As a professor, I don't want to see that happen."

"But we can't stay out of this, Professor." Hermione looked at him firmly. "We saw everything, and everyone saw us."

There was a brief silence.

Lynn saw Hermione's mood and knew her will.

"In that case, then." He said slowly, "The legend of the Chamber of Secrets dates back to the Middle Ages more than a thousand years ago, when Hogwarts was just established..."

Time seemed to slow down in this room.

Hermione listened attentively, while Lynn, as he had agreed with Dumbledore, told the story of the school's history.

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In the evening, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron, who had been waiting anxiously, finally saw Hermione.

"Well, did Professor Eric tell you anything?" Harry asked eagerly.

Hermione took off her backpack tiredly, threw it into Ron's arms, and sat down on the soft sofa.

"The legend of the Chamber of Secrets and the story of Salazar Slytherin are all true." She pressed her temples. The huge amount of information was too much for this clever little witch to handle. "More importantly, the Chamber of Secrets was once opened."

"Has it ever been opened?" Ron asked in surprise. "But I've never heard of it. Even Mom and Dad didn't hear of it when they were at Hogwarts."

"It is said that this happened several decades ago, Ron." Hermione also looked puzzled. "Even Professor Eric doesn't know the details... There is no record of this history in the school history."

"Could it be that Professor Eric remembered it wrong?" Harry said doubtfully.

"impossible."

Ron and Hermione said in unison.