Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

After living here for more than a month, they have adapted to the local customs and have become more accustomed to the meals with local characteristics.

It’s not exquisite, but it has a unique flavor.

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After breakfast, Euphemia left in a hurry and saw officials from the International Confederation of Wizards who came to visit on the way.

She did not alarm these foreign bureaucrats. When she saw them from afar, she took a detour and headed straight for London.

After she left, Lin En packed up the mountain hut that the Vagadu School of Magic had built specifically for him, picked up an ancient book made of animal skin from the messy table in the study, and began to flip through it casually.

What is recorded here is the exclusive magic passed down from generation to generation among African wizards, the Dream Messenger.

This is the magic that the Uagadou School of Magic uses to select and recruit students. Instead of sending an owl to the door, a token can be delivered through dreams.

Lin En chose this magic as an object of exchange and temporarily lived in the mountains next to the school. It was not a casual move, but had two considerations.

The first level is naturally based on dream magic, providing a reference for subsequent research on Merlin and his nightmare incarnation.

As for the second level, compared to the illusion of dreams, what he values ​​more is the ability to pry matter with the help of his spirit.

This ability is essential to his plan.

For ordinary wizards, even if they are extremely talented, it is impossible for them to have a deep understanding of this African wizard who has been studied for years or even decades in just one month. But in the eyes of an experienced wizard like Lin En, the veil of mystery is not hazy.

Although he was still not as skilled as those old wizards, he had already mastered the ancient magic texts that recorded this magic, as well as the nature of spiritual magic that used dreams as a catalyst, through more than a month of repeated exploration and practice.

Lin En walked into a man-made cave, found the flattened stone, sat on the ground and closed his eyes.

This is the experience summed up by African wizards when they were honing this magic, that is, to integrate into nature, match their own breathing with the rhythm of nature, and integrate magic with the environment.

To him, it wasn't complicated, just a little novel.

With a little experimentation, the mysterious dream merged with the magic power and surrounded the cave like a cloud, and Lynn's spirit also left his body and hung high in the sky.

The extremely unique experience brought unprecedented clarity and freshness, as if the whole person, no, the whole soul was immersed in the clear mountain spring.

Looking around, the natural scenery seems to be the same as before, but it also seems to have undergone indescribable subtle changes from the inside out.

His gaze transcended the boundaries of space, driving his invisible soul to travel through dreams, and any place in the world was right before his eyes.

This couldn't help but arouse his interest.

With a thought, the endless mountains and seas that would take some time to teleport were reduced to a small size.

The breeze blows by, and the gentle Mediterranean Sea is already in sight.

In another moment, the familiar British Isles appeared at your feet.

It was still dark there, the streets were quiet, and most people were still asleep.

The light of nature did not disappear, but was covered by an impenetrable mist, making it dim and dark, but the world did not seem gloomy.

The reason is very simple. In this parallel world created by dreams, human dreams are the basic units that constitute everything. They are also like countless nodes, connecting and lighting up the boundless world.

Whether Muggle or wizard, everyone's dream is like a cluster of flames of varying strength, emitting a strange attraction.

Densely populated places are bright, sparsely populated places are dim, people in dreams are like lights, and those who wake up are like temporarily extinguished torches.

The stronger the wizard's magic power, the brighter the flame will burn, while the Muggle's flame will be much dimmer.

This should be the method used by Ugadu to select wizards of appropriate age, Lin En thought. Compared with the admission book that is limited to one place, this magic is just right for use in the vast African continent. However, it is also a considerable burden for the caster.

Even with such profound magical powers, he still felt some pressure just thousands of kilometers away. No wonder the wizards of Wagadu could only roam around Africa and find it difficult to make any further progress.

But this doesn't matter to him now.

He just waved his ethereal right hand, and a black stone the size of a baby's fist condensed out of thin air.

As the saying goes, once you master one thing, you master all things. His superb control of magic allowed him to easily overcome the most dangerous obstacles with just one try.

With another wave of the hand, the deserted street disappeared and the brightly lit office of the Minister of Magic came into view.

Amelia Bones was not sure whether she had not slept or had gotten up early, but she was already sitting at her desk, working hard. In the secretary's office just across the door, Percy was also already there, but he seemed to have just arrived and was eating the breakfast he brought from home.

"Some people are born to be Minister of Magic..."

Quietly looking at his hardworking old friends and students, and then thinking about his increasingly lazy self, Lin En couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed, but at the same time he was secretly pleased with his ability to identify and employ people.

Thinking of this, he raised his empty left hand, condensed the magic power of the dream into a token exactly the same as before, and threw it lightly.

"click"

The same slight collision sound was heard simultaneously in two rooms, one inside and one outside.

Percy lowered his head while eating a pie, and Amelia, who had just signed an official document, looked up and saw the plain black stone fall on the desk without warning.

Lynn stepped back awkwardly - he really wanted to give the two of them a little surprise, but the only flaw was that it seemed that he didn't control the power well when he tried this magic for the first time, leaving a small crack on the glass plate on Amelia's desk.

Feeling the murderous intent gradually rising in his old friend's faintly bloodshot eyes, Lin En vaguely realized that something was wrong, and without saying a word, he turned around and left.

As the space shifted, only the roar of shock and anger echoed behind him for a long time.

The lingering sound is a little frightening.

As it turns out, it is more appropriate to let Percy handle this situation. This is also a professional doing professional things.

Thinking of this, the slight uneasiness in Lin En's heart disappeared.

After all, he is his own disciple. Isn't it normal for him to take on some responsibility for his teacher?

After putting down the already small burden on his mind, Lin En turned his gaze and looked down.

The towering ancient castle stands under the bright morning glow, as if it were covered with a brightly colored gauze dress.

The next stop of the “Dream Journey” is, of course, the long-missed Hogwarts.

But compared to the familiar scenery, familiar people and things, there was something else that really surprised Lynn.

The sunlight shone through the thick fog and onto the soul that should have been homeless, but it did not make him feel painful and exhausted as the animal skin records said. Instead, it conveyed a hint of warmth.

Lynn quietly hung in the air, taking in the beautiful scenery before him.

——In the castle that has not yet awakened, thousands of wizards gathered into countless flames of various sizes, like a rising sun, shining with the east.

It was still dawn and many people had woken up from their dreams.

Chapter 638 Dream Messenger (Part )

Older people always get less sleep, and this is true for Muggles and wizards alike.

Dumbledore is a very representative example.

It was still dark outside of Paris, and he had just convened a meeting that lasted until midnight the night before, and he had once again convened high-level officials of the International Confederation of Wizards and representatives from major countries to continue the meeting.

Today, the magnificent original headquarters, located in the city center and with hundreds of years of history, has been burned down. Not only is it impossible to repair it, but even rebuilding it on the original site is almost impossible.

The first problem that these senior officials who have survived or come to power by chance need to solve is the location of the new headquarters and the huge amount of money required for its construction.

Today, the new headquarters of the Federation, which is much simpler due to lack of funds, has been hastily completed, but many major and small things have increased instead of decreased.

This intergovernmental international organization, which nominally has a high standard but in reality serves more as a coordinator, is beginning to be stretched to its limits.

the increasing official contact between wizards and Muggles;

Significant reductions in fiscal support from countries;

There are also those old internal messes that cannot be investigated and no one is willing to investigate in depth.

Coupled with Dumbledore's resignation and the election of a new chairman, everyone was busy and exhausted.

In the midst of storms and hardships, the Federation, which had lasted for hundreds of years and looked beautiful but was actually rotten inside, had to make changes.

But at this juncture, Dumbledore changed his mild style during his ten years as Chairman of the Federation, and took advantage of the opportunity when several high-ranking officials who actually held power were killed in the attack to launch drastic personnel adjustments and case investigations.

Pieces of detailed and irrefutable evidence from all over the world became leverage to shake up the top leadership of the federation, which had been monolithic for many years.

The positions that became vacant due to accidents and internal investigations became bait in front of officials who were promoted based on seniority.

Starting with those young and middle-aged officials who had little experience and had not yet become part of the mainstream, speculators who had keenly sensed the signs of change followed closely behind, and a round of drastic changes that was no less than an earthquake in the officialdom began.

It’s not that there weren’t people who tried to resist and struggle.

Only after truly witnessing Dumbledore's methods did people recall the sharpness and determination of a legendary wizard hidden beneath his kind face like an old man next door.

After the two ignorant and rebellious people were sent to Azkaban at lightning speed, no voice of opposition was ever heard publicly again.

Everyone behaved so submissively that many decisions that would have taken the bureaucrats at least a year or two to resolve were likely passed before Akinbade took office.

This was a level of efficiency not seen in hundreds of years, and it was also a rare time when Dumbledore showed enthusiasm for his work.

It turns out that it's not that he can't do many things, he's just used to leaving everything to Mag and the "right person".

But now, he has become the "right person" to be assigned tasks by others, and he no longer has the freedom he had before.

However, judging from the way he smiled and sat at the head seat at the conference table, he did not seem to be dissatisfied.

Just like now, facing the yawning and listless participants from various countries, facing these young people in his eyes, he just cleared his throat and said in a brisk tone:

"Good morning, everyone. I'm glad that you all are here on time to attend the meeting. Please forgive me, an old man who is about to step down and is seizing the last time to exercise some power. After Mr. Akinbade comes here, you can get rid of me, an annoying old man and a stubborn old man."

His smile was sincere, but no one dared to take his joke seriously - as the lessons of the past had not been long gone, no one really thought that their skull was much harder than those unlucky guys.

The uniform applause dispelled the sleepiness, and everyone, whether genuine or fake, showed a concentrated attitude.

Dumbledore also showed a satisfied expression.

He stood up slowly and said in a deep voice: "Today we are going to discuss an important issue, about the increasingly frequent frictions between wizards and Muggles, especially those occurring in sub-Saharan Africa. Now, please allow the representative who submitted this statement to speak first... Sorry, please wait a moment."

Before he could finish his words, he apologized, turned around and left the table, and did not come back until a long time later.

Amid the whispers and puzzled looks, he smiled heartily and said loudly, "Please allow me to temporarily adjust today's agenda. Before the meeting begins, I must announce a good news to everyone."

As soon as these words were spoken, the discussion stopped abruptly, and the puzzled looks turned into curiosity and expectation.

Amid the endless stream of bad news, there was suddenly a piece of good news that would make an old hand like Dumbledore happy. No one would not want to know this kind of thing earlier.

This is human nature.

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Dumbledore was in a meeting, while Lynn, whose soul had traveled thousands of miles, was having fun in the campus that he felt very familiar with.

Far outside the castle, he recognized many people by the strength of the flames in their dreams.

The one burning the most vigorously was underground, motionless, and the flames were pale. There was no doubt that it must be Snape's annoying old bat.

There were a few others who were similar to him, including Sprout, who rarely got up early to clean the greenhouse, Flitwick, who had just recovered from being discharged from St. Mungo's, and the two headmasters who were staying at Hogwarts in the temple and the airship.

It can be seen that they all have good sleep quality, and the flames burn steadily and calmly.

As for Mag and Moody, these two restless old men had already crawled out of bed, one was patrolling the castle corridor, and the other was sitting in the office and starting to work.

Of course, Lin En didn't plan to say hello to any of these people.

His eyes were fixed on the office on the third floor of the castle, which was the room of his good student Doris.

With the relief and joy of a successful experiment, as well as a little curiosity, he quietly entered the castle and merged his spirit into the flame that was no less powerful than that of a famous wizard.

...and then was blocked.

Unconvinced, he tried again, but the result was exactly the same.

He even went to the dormitories of various colleges and conducted experiments on young wizards of different grades, and the results were mostly the same.

Only the youngest and least talented first-year students were allowed to experience observing dreams, but that was only a brief taste.

Faced with the facts, he finally realized the greatest advantages and limitations of the Dream Messenger, and understood why his African counterparts agreed to the deal so readily.

The price of flexibility is vulnerability and powerlessness.

The wizard's magic is like a natural protective shield, instinctively blocking out outside prying eyes, like a simplified brain occlusion.

Of course, wizards can use magic to break through this magical barrier which is just an instinctive stress response, but in this special state, even a wizard like Lin En cannot use magic.

The only thing he could control was an ancient magic, which was to mobilize the power of dreams, condense it into a black stone token, and transmit it to the real world of another dimension, that's all.

This inevitably made him feel bored.

Just as I was thinking about who to go and say hello to, a chill came from behind, and my soul couldn't help but shudder.

"It seems that you have learned the tricks of the Africans. You come here without even saying hello?"

The familiar voice was full of teasing.