Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Chapter 633 The Deepening Night

In the study of Lynn's house, the four young men who were about to leave stood side by side in front of the fireplace. Their faces no longer had the previous anxiety and gloom, but they were still reluctant to leave.

Even the arrival of a new member who knew the stargazers well did not make them happy, as they had suffered heavy losses.

But before leaving, Doris still suppressed her tangle in her heart and said with a playful smile: "Don't worry, I will take good care of everyone after I return. After all, I am also their professor!"

She emphasized the word "professor" so much that Lynn couldn't help laughing and patted her shoulder.

"I'm naturally confident in your work, and the one who really loses his temper is that brat Boyce. You can definitely calm him down - let them all be fine, go back quickly."

"Of course." Doris agreed readily, and with a look, Cedric walked forward to hug Lynn and Euphemia, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and walked into the fireplace.

Next came Hermione, who still held the badge in her hand, and Percy, who had to rush back to the Ministry of Magic early to handle official business during the holidays.

After they left, Doris, who was the last to enter the fireplace holding the Floo powder, did not move for a long time. Finally, she turned around and asked with a complicated expression: "Professor, if I want to ask what the other half of the correct answer is, you won't tell me now, right?"

Without waiting for Lynn's answer, she threw the Floo powder down heavily.

"When you think it's appropriate, I hope to be the first person to know the answer. Before that, I and everyone else will not give up on investigating the truth. Hogwarts!"

The emerald green flames rose up, and the beautiful figure with youthful breath disappeared from the sight, leaving only traces of magic.

Lin En stood there for a long time, looking a little disappointed.

Euphemia held his arm considerately and said softly, "This is indeed a little sudden. It's normal to feel reluctant to leave - in fact, there's no need to rush."

Lin En shook his head. “It’s not that I’m reluctant, I just feel that I haven’t trained these children to be truly talented yet, and I feel that I’m treating them unfairly. But there’s nothing I can do about it.”

He turned and walked towards the living room. On the table were books and notebooks that had not been put away neatly, as well as some messy papers covered with scribblings.

"What's the appointment time with Amelia? And Dumbledore and Grindelwald."

"It's five in the afternoon, there's still an hour and a half left, you can take a short break, you didn't get much sleep yesterday."

"No need for that. Call Sonya, as well as Victor and Iai. Ask Iai to prepare a reasonable explanation for me about those goblins who are secretly connected with the American No-Maj government."

"Do we need to take action against those goblins directly?"

"It depends on the situation. If Iai can..."

The slowly closing door blocked the sound outside the empty study, leaving only a few crackling sounds.

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At nightfall, the lights in Hogwarts Castle were lit sporadically. The little wizards, who had spent the weekend studying or playing, returned to their dormitories one after another to rest.

Just like every night before.

The noise from the outside world is always unable to shake the order here, although small shocks cannot be completely avoided.

But for many people, today, and every night to come, will be different from the previous ones.

For example, the well-organized Room of Requirement.

On the round table that can accommodate dozens of people in class, there are piles of thick books, some of which are open, and some are randomly piled in the corner.

Hermione and Pavla sat side by side, along with Luna who had already started yawning - working late into the night was a little difficult for her with her regular sleep and rest schedule.

But she didn't plan to go back to sleep. Instead, she bit her lower lip and thought about the strange scene she saw on the professor today and the possibility of another "half answer".

Compared to the conventional Hermione and Pavla, her wild imagination is irreplaceable.

The three little witches tried hard to recall the books they had read before, occasionally taking a book out of the pile, following the traces of history, stepping forward to the era before the Statute of Secrecy was passed, and pursuing the ancient times where the wizard myths existed.

A vague but grand historical picture has been sketched out in their minds for countless times.

The win-win path for wizards and Muggles lies therein, but the unknown other half still puzzles them.

While they were sometimes deep in thought and sometimes discussing in a low voice, they could hear slight noises behind them.

That was Doris tinkering with the statue in the gap between time and space, struggling with the time and space magic integrated into the stone sculpture.

Cedric and Boyce, the "disabled" pair, also stood by and gave advice to each other, making the scene quite lively.

The night is getting darker.

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Westminster, Buckingham Palace.

The Prime Minister, who had just landed from the airport, rushed here in a dusty state, traveling day and night.

Led by the waiter, he crossed the quiet courtyard and came to the queen's reception room.

When he entered, the monarch, who was already old to Muggles, was reading carefully a history of magic in the 20th century compiled by Bathilda Bagshot.

Judging from the marks on the cover and pages, it has been read countless times, so that the densely packed small characters on it are somewhat blurred and mottled.

When she heard the knock on the door, she slowly raised her head, took off her reading glasses, and said softly, "Please come in, John. It's really presumptuous of you to come all the way here so late at night."

"It is an honor to serve you, Your Majesty."

The Prime Minister, wearing a brand new suit, walked slowly into the room and sat next to the Queen. His words were respectful, but his behavior was not as solemn as usual, but more intimate, like that of a friend.

"If it were the peaceful times like in the past, I should wait a day or two and chat with you about the gossip over there. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of leisure now, and your hair has turned a lot whiter." The queen put down the book in her hand and said with regret.

The Prime Minister smiled gently. "Compared to the chaos in the past few years, the situation is still relatively good. After all, we have the support and understanding of our new protector. Although I must admit to you that the news about the wizard has spread uncontrollably among the upper echelons."

"This is all to be expected. All we have to do is find a way to deal with it," the Queen said. "Have the Americans revealed any new information?"

"As you expected, they believed they had kept the secret of the goblins' contact with them. But other than that, they did not reject the requests we conveyed on their behalf, which was beyond our expectations - perhaps there was some influence from the wizards."

"It is inevitable. I told you before that you must get to know the new protector better when you have time. He is a gentle gentleman, but this is not his only face."

The Queen stroked the cover of the book, her eyes bright. "He just gave up using force to solve everything like he did more than a decade ago. It doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability and will to use this force. Wizards are different from us. They live very long, and he is too young among wizards - of course, this is a good thing for Britain."

"The Cabinet is doing its utmost to prepare for his call - and we will seek to seize the opportunities in the new order, just as we did hundreds of years ago, and devote all our talents and strength to it."

The Prime Minister stood up from his seat respectfully and bowed.

The queen nodded with satisfaction, took out an exquisite envelope and handed it over.

"Forward this letter for me and tell me that I will go to congratulate you at the founding ceremony."

"Your will, Your Majesty."

Chapter 634 A Breeze Rising

The night sky above was twinkling with stars. Lynn walked alone on the empty streets of London, feeling the pleasant April evening breeze. His steps were light and powerful, and his shadow was stretched out under the street lights.

He walked into a little-known wizard tavern not far from the Ministry of Magic. Aei was waiting inside trembling with fear, and his strong sense of uneasiness was fully expressed through his body language.

Lin En didn't rush to talk to him. Instead, she walked up the stairs to the second floor, entered a private room that had been prepared long ago, sat by the window, and watched the night view through the window.

Yi Ai, with sweat on his forehead, stood nervously a few steps away. He didn't even dare to wipe the sweat off his face or breathe, like a prisoner awaiting trial.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his face, fell to the ground, and broke into eight pieces.

"You seem scared." Lynn said without turning back, "It seems that you have found out something in the past few hours."

"Yes... allow me to explain, Mr. Eric."

"Of course I will give you a chance to explain, otherwise I would not have come to this place, right? Fei said a lot of good things about you to me, and I am willing to believe that you are a loyal, reliable and capable partner, but you have disappointed me a little this time."

As if he had seen enough of the scenery, Lin En turned around, sat on the chair and looked down at Yi Ai.

"All the mistakes are my fault. Please give me a chance to make amends and redeem myself." Yi Ai buried his head, not daring to raise his eyes. He stared at the floor under his feet, his tone so humble that he almost sounded like crying.

"We'll talk about remediation later. First, tell me what you found out. Who is behind those goblins?"

"Yes, yes, I will report to you right away... You and my wife both know that my foundation in the Goblin Council is not yet solid. Many people appear to be obedient, but in fact they are plotting in the dark, especially those militant factions who hope to start a rebellion. It is they who are meeting with the American Muggles this time - the news that the American Muggles are looking for allies to fight against you was leaked by several Muggle-born officials of the United States Magical Congress."

Not daring to hide anything, Yi Ai told out all the information he had found out like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube. Behind every piece of information were several bloody lives.

In order to preserve his power and life, he has made up his mind to fight a life-and-death battle with those fools who cannot see the situation clearly.

It turned out that he was right.

After hearing these expected results, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Lin En's face.

"Let's sit down and talk." He said slowly.

This level is considered passed for Yie.

As if he had been pardoned, he dared to take out his handkerchief to wipe his wet forehead and cheeks. He sat down carefully in the seat opposite Lin En, feeling a little relieved.

But compared to the tables and chairs used by wizards, the goblins' small stature always looks a bit funny.

But now Iai doesn't care about all this, and is even happy to show his non-threatening side in this way.

He is a goblin, just a goblin, and a submissive and capable goblin at that.

Lin En saw through this little trick clearly, and it was an intentional warning, but he stopped at that point.

"You are capable and competent in the Fairy Council. I won't condemn you for nothing." Lin En said with a smile, "Fei should be discussing this with Sonia and the others right now. If you need help..."

"The goblin can be dealt with. Give me three days, no, two days will be enough, and I will give you a proper result."

Yi Ai was filled with fear and stood up again, his tone anxious and nervous, his whole body tense.

"As far as I know, the power of the goblin restorationists in North America is not weak. Two days will be enough?" Lin En asked.

"I won't waste your precious time, nor will I delay your important matters. Please believe in our determination and ability." Yi Ai said firmly, and Lin En nodded with satisfaction.

"Of course I am willing to believe you, Mr. Ie. After all, we have worked together many times. However, please allow me to remind you that compared with wizards and magical creatures with close social relationships, there are still many unstable factors within the goblins. You need to spend more time on this."

"I will definitely keep that in mind." Yi Ai bent down respectfully, took out the elixir of life that he had taken out from the safe earlier, and raised it above his head without hesitation, in front of Lin En, "Because my negligence has led to such a big mistake, please take it back, and I will ask for it back from you when I have made amends."

"What are you doing? I've never taken back anything I gave to a friend, and I won't easily vent my anger on anyone." Lin En said softly, "Put your heart back in your stomach and do your job well. There are still many such things, and our cooperation will be long-lasting. I'll wait for your good news in two days."

"...Yes, I will definitely get it done."

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As night falls, at the foot of the Pyrenees Mountains, lies the castle of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The moonlight is cold, the breeze blows, it is quiet and peaceful.

The students had already fallen asleep, and there were no troublemakers roaming around in the castle with strict rules. There were only a few night watchmen on patrol.

Meanwhile, in the elegantly decorated principal's office on the upper floors of the castle, the lights were still on, and Madame Maxime felt groggy as she sat in her specially made oversized office chair.

On the contrary, Nicolas Flamel, who was much older than her, still looked energetic, sipping a cup of hot tea that had been refilled with water many times and whose color was almost invisible.

The silence between the two did not last too long. Madame Maxime, who had finally sorted out her thoughts, spoke slowly: "The [Violet Society] that Lynn is planning is indeed an opportunity, but the Ministry of Magic's concerns are not without reason. Such in-depth contact and knowledge sharing with Muggles, even if it is secret, still carries considerable risks, and... the selection of personnel is ultimately a big problem."

"I'm afraid the selection is not what they really care about. There are many young people willing to try, it's just a matter of allocation. After all, our quota is also limited." Nico said, "They care more about the defense measures promised by Lynn. No one will really trust the Muggle power agencies that change every few years, just like no one will really care about the promise of the Ministry of Magic."

"You are still so insightful, Nico." Madame Maxime nodded slightly. "Many people have come to me and hope that we can seek Lin's help through personal relationships. After all, France has also undertaken a lot for this plan."

"The era of the International Statute of Secrecy is over. If they don't want Lynn to use the Oblivion Curse and the Imperius Curse on every Muggle who knows about it, then they should understand that all defense methods are inferior to the progress and development of us wizards ourselves."

Nico sighed, "Some people look young, but are actually more decadent than an old guy like me. This is not a good sign. You know what to do, and you know what Dumbledore and the others are going to do. There is nothing to hesitate about. If you want me to give you some advice, this is it."

"I understand your intentions, but... politicians always want to seek more benefits at any time without thinking whether these benefits include cruel costs."

"Whether wizards or Muggles, if anyone is still willing to do such a stupid thing, don't blame us for being ruthless."

Nico sat leisurely in the armchair, speaking in a leisurely tone, but his slightly cloudy eyes suddenly emitted a gleam of light that made people dare not look directly at him.

“Violence is a pathetic means, but it is this pathetic means that is the most effective. This is the natural limitation of human nature - morality is an extremely expensive luxury.”

"I understand." Madame Maxime whispered, the confusion between her brows quietly dissipated, "I will select suitable people from the graduates and professors. Since they don't value the quota, let us in Beauxbatons take up most of it."

"This is the right way." Nico said with a smile, then he leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

"Tell me, when will my heartless disciple come to see his teacher who may be buried any day?"

Chapter 635 The Vortex of Times

Nico's thoughts didn't seem to reach the narrow English Channel. After many days, he still didn't see Lynn.

But it's not just him.

After finishing the night talk in London, Lynn and Euphemia left England early the next morning and set foot on the oldest and most chaotic land of human civilization - Africa.