Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Even a funny guy like Boyce is, to be honest, far inferior to this pair of talented professional players.

Of course, he doesn't have the mood to do that now.

After fighting on the battlefield, he suddenly thought of something in the hospital - he should, probably, maybe, be a seventh-year student at Hogwarts.

In fact, something big and small happened in the seventh grade.

Coincidentally, compared to the Stargazer Club full of top students, he might have a tiny academic gap.

Just a little bit.

As the dinner plate was cut by the knife again, making a crisp sound, he silently muttered in his heart, having just switched from the role of a hero.

There will always be many unsatisfactory things in life, for example, some people do not have to take exams, while some people do.

Looking at Cedric who was talking quietly with Lynn, and Fleur who was discussing something with Bill while eating, Mr. Springhall, who was about to leave the campus and face the "battlefield of life", realized the unevenness of life.

But this statement is not entirely correct.

The reason is simple. Even if he forgets, there will be enthusiastic people who will remind and urge him.

That person's name is Doris Foley.

A professor who is too young.

When he thought of the painful experience of being unilaterally teased and suppressed over the past few years, he felt dizzy.

This is much more difficult to deal with than any monster.

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Deep in the North Atlantic, on the mirror-like blue sea, a quaint wooden boat stands quietly in place.

Two wizards who looked to be about thirty years old stood side by side at the side of the ship, one of them was lazy and playful, while the other looked serious and meticulous.

After a long silence, he looked at the cynical man and asked leisurely, "Did that kid Lin En tell you that if you are always so bitter and resentful, you will age quickly?"

"Don't worry about that, Grindelwald." Barty frowned and said without turning his head, "I don't have the idea of ​​pretending to be young at my age like you. Old is old, young is young, it's just a trivial matter."

"Tsk... this is really boring." Grindelwald, whose thoughts were exposed, snorted unhappily. He stopped arguing and looked down at the calm water. "If you are not careful, this fragile peace will be gone forever."

"That's why he wants to control those unstable factors and let you get involved." Batty took off his gloves and threw them into the water, splashing a few waves. "He can't show up. There are some things that only I can do."

"…He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Grindelwald was serious for a rare moment, and his face, which had regained its youth under the effect of magic, showed a bit more solemnity and appreciation.

Batty didn't care. He leaned his hands on the railing and stared at the place where the glove slowly sank.

It was not until the pair of white gloves gradually disappeared and the vast sea returned to calm that he whispered, "Lucky is me."

"?"

Grindelwald was puzzled.

But Batty didn't mean to explain anything. He just took out another pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on carefully, and then drew out his wand.

"Like you said, for the greater good, someone has to pay a price." He said calmly, "I believe his judgment will not be wrong, that's enough. Let's start from here, the first stop, your people should be back."

As if to confirm his judgment, before he finished his words, a wet head emerged from the water.

"Everything is normal, you can proceed."

Wenda Rozier's voice was as calm as ever, almost devoid of emotion.

Grindelwald casually threw his windbreaker onto the deck, stretched his muscles a little, and with his wand in hand, a fierce aura burst out from his thin body.

"Then let's get moving. I haven't found a chance to do something big since I woke up.

The dark magic power enveloped the wooden boat, and the next moment, the two people on the deck disappeared at the same time, leaving only the old wooden boat drifting with the waves and the rippling sea.

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At the dinner table, Doris was always smiling, either joking about Boyce's exam or teasing Andrew's embarrassed look, which was in stark contrast to the reserved Furong.

But beneath her flamboyant exterior, she actually thought more than almost everyone else present, including Percy.

Looking at Lynn, who was chatting and laughing with Cedric and Bill, she thought back to what her teacher had been going through over the past few days.

As a stargazer and Lynn's most trusted assistant, she knew just as much as old men like Brian and Victor, and maybe even more.

There is no power that does not come without a price, especially the powerful power that breaks or even transcends the rules.

But Lynn only slept for a day and a night. After a short rest, she plunged into her busy schedule again, repeatedly negotiating and talking with wizards and Muggles, whether familiar or unfamiliar to her.

There were also gatherings for stargazers, and funerals for comrades who had died in battle.

She was so involved throughout the process as a personal assistant that she never even went back to Hogwarts.

A private gathering like today's was already considered an extremely luxurious vacation time, so luxurious that it made her wonder if there were any other unknown plans and arrangements.

Thinking of this, she became slightly dazed and didn't even react when someone called her.

Chapter 627 People are the standard

"Doris? Doris!"

At the signal from Euphemia, Boyce called out to the distracted witch in a low voice. Seeing that she did not respond, he could only reach out and poke her thigh, which made her realize it.

"...What's wrong?" she asked in confusion.

Boyce said nothing and pointed across.

Doris then felt the rare silence at the dining table.

It seemed that everyone had stopped talking and was staring in the direction of Lynn and Euphemia.

Her heart moved, and she felt that her previous premonition seemed to be coming true.

Sure enough, she had just sat down upright when she saw Lin En stand up from his seat.

"Actually, there is another reason why we invite everyone to our home today. That is, there is something I want to tell you in advance."

Lynn raised his glass, looked around, and said softly, "I have communicated with Headmaster Dumbledore. I will resign from my teaching position at Hogwarts, and Doris will take over most of my work, including the Stargazer Club."

"!"

The young people, led by Boyce, showed expressions of shock and disbelief.

Eyes lingered between Lynn and Doris.

They only saw Lynn calmly drinking the wine in the glass, while Doris was at a loss.

——Even though Doris guessed that there was another purpose for today's gathering, she had never considered such a development.

Her hair stood on end, her eyes widened, she didn't know where to put her hands, and she was in unprecedented panic.

The restaurant, which had just been peaceful and full of laughter, suddenly became unprecedentedly solemn and depressing.

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"Be careful with your hands, save the lives of the animals that already have wisdom, and pick up the waste that is like a lump of wood. Now they are precious and non-renewable resources. Don't waste them. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

Unlike the monster settlements that have appeared in astrological divinations in the past, this hiding place located in the deepest part of the ocean and buried underground does not have many powerful monsters, or even many beings with wisdom and rationality. It is extremely weak, and the total number of monsters is less than one-tenth of that in other places.

It's like a barren mine that is about to be abandoned. It doesn't need many miners and has long lost its value.

Without the Order of the Phoenix and the Stargazers, the sweep was carried out by the Witch Party and the Alchemy Dolls in less than half an hour. The entire space located in the cracks of the strata was cleaned out. Even Grindelwald himself did not have time to act properly, and was quite unhappy.

He was so angry that he looked down upon everyone. After giving Rosier and the others vicious orders, he left and no one knew where he went.

Rosier and the other members of the Witch Party were not surprised by this. According to the plan arranged by Batty in advance, they classified the different monsters into different categories and put them into giant containers cast with the Traceless Stretching Spell one after another. They transported them to the sea surface one after another and then sent them to the secret resettlement points prepared in advance through various channels.

There is no such thing as an extremely sophisticated plan that is linked together. On the contrary, the simpler and more direct the plan, the more effective it will be. This is the iron rule that Batistuta has always believed in, and it is also the basic principle he follows when doing anything.

Observing the busy yet orderly "work site", he took out a mottled notebook from his arms, turned to the middle, and put a cross above a line of scribbled handwriting.

This is just the first stop.

Not just in the next few days, but likely for quite a long time, everything that is happening and will happen will have far-reaching consequences.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, he felt the howling wind and waves.

Rozier put down what he was doing at some point, walked up to him, observed him for a moment, and patted his shoulder with sympathy.

"Seventy years ago, I was doing almost the same thing as you are now, but not on such a grand scale as yours." She said in a deep voice, with a hint of envy in her eyes.

Barty turned to look at her and shrugged noncommittally.

"Seventeen years ago, Lynn told me something. There are two kinds of people in this world. One kind is connected by interests, such as the Death Eaters, and the other kind is united by common ideals, such as your Witch Party."

He said slowly, "Even if your ideals are unrealistic and your execution is full of mistakes, so that you push all the wizards in Europe to the opposite side, you are not a mob like the Death Eaters after all, and you deserve to be looked up to."

"Seventeen years ago..." Rozier frowned, his heart slightly moved, "You were still students at that time, right? Could it be that he——"

"So I was tricked by him into being an undercover agent for more than ten years, until today. But there is no other way, because he always thinks more and sees farther than all of us, making it impossible for us to refuse." Batty smiled, his eyes vague, "He is a very naughty guy, right?"

Rozier didn't say anything. She was still immersed in this news that she couldn't understand at all.

Batty didn't intend to let her answer anything, and continued to talk to himself, "He and I are like-minded friends, but at the same time, I am willing to be his incarnation and do things for him that are inconvenient to make public. Not only me, but many people do the same."

"…Rather than doing things yourself, hiring the right people is the real key." Rosier took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Now I understand why Gellert is willing to do this thankless task." She said solemnly, "Maybe you can really change the future of wizards in a way that none of us can imagine - if not for others, then for him to be recognized by wizards like you."

"I can't imagine something that far away, let alone the future." Batty leaned over and picked up a little sand from the ground. The rough gravel rubbed against his skin. "No one can be omniscient, but this does not prevent us from finding the best path."

As his fingertips rubbed, the sand fell back to the ground, and the monsters, some complete and some incomplete, slowly shrank and moved away from behind him.

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"Professor, you can't make this joke. It's not April Fools' Day yet."

Doris stammered, a few beads of sweat appeared on her face unconsciously, and her eyes became wandering.

The reactions of others were similar, especially those older members who were among the first to join the Stargazers Club.

For nearly three years, they have become accustomed to learning and growing under Lynn's guidance, dealing with difficult problems that are often extremely complex for students, and solving one troublesome problem after another, including looking for things that subvert historical cognition.

Nowadays, let alone those students who have not yet graduated, even Boyce who is about to leave the school and Andrew who has already graduated find it hard to imagine, as if they suddenly lost a huge backer and became uncertain.

They stared at Lynn, trying to find the amusement and smile that were so common on his face and in his eyes.

But this is doomed to be in vain.

Lin En took a sip of wine and said clearly and calmly, "I won't joke about this kind of thing, and I believe you can do it well. Of course, in the first one or two years, I will give you some advice and help. After all, you are still very young and lack experience. But I can be sure that you will be able to stand on your own soon."

"I--"

Doris hesitated to speak, her face flushed red.

She suddenly understood why she had been able to participate in so many activities as an assistant before.

Chapter 628 Subsequent Update Notes

Good evening, fellow book lovers. As the serialization of this book has reached its final stage, many plots need to be carefully considered before they can be presented to you. Therefore, starting from today, the number of updates will be reduced from 3 chapters per day to 2 chapters. Please forgive me.

Thank you all for your continued support!

Chapter 629 Reasons for Resignation

"Professor, can you tell us the reason? We all hope to continue studying with you."

Doris was at a loss for words, so Cedric, who had been frowning from the beginning, took the initiative to ask.

His words also reflect the thoughts of the majority of people.

Even the Weasley twins who usually acted funny calmed down, took off the flowers on their ears, and sat in their seats properly. Only their eyes were looking around, searching for possible clues.

“The reason…” Lin En put down his glass and said in a gentle tone, “In fact, you should all understand that no matter how good the trick is, it cannot maintain permanent balance and stability. I like to make preparations in advance to avoid being caught off guard in the future.”

Cedric was stunned at first, then his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Isn't Merlin's matter completely resolved yet?" he asked with some frustration.

This was the only major matter he could think of that required Lin En to personally handle for a long time.