Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lynn turned around suddenly, her face half surprised and half embarrassed.

"Helga? How did you find out?"

Chapter 639 Dreams are perceptions

"...So, you are planning to merge this magic of the Flowery Fox Whistle with your Purple Shirt Rune?"

In the Room of Requirement filled with all kinds of magic materials, after listening to Lin En's description of today's experiment, Helga looked at him with interest, looking him up and down.

The uncharacteristic playful look made Lin En feel a little overwhelmed - it was a rare opportunity for him to play a prank, and it was bad enough that he failed, but he also happened to be seen by someone, and it happened to be a senior teacher like Helga who had a special status. Anyone who has experienced this feeling knows it, and the embarrassment is not enough to describe it.

But the question cannot be left unanswered.

Looking at his founder who had become more and more flexible since he integrated the Philosopher's Stone into the diary through alchemy, Lin En nodded honestly and said, "This is the plan, but now the situation has changed a little. This magic itself has a blocking effect on magic power, and I haven't figured out a solution yet."

"After all, your magic is based on the special physiological and mental state of dreaming, which is naturally separated from the material world we live in. It is not easy to use this as a shortcut. After all, your current state is actually equivalent to dreaming, but the content is determined by yourself."

Helga withdrew her teasing thoughts a little, raised her hand and lightly tapped it, and the silver-white soul that was condensed to be almost tangible surged with powerful magic power - no longer the thousand-year accumulation of the notebook and Hogwarts Castle, but the power from the Philosopher's Stone.

In an instant, a golden magic ribbon condensed around Lin En, trying to wrap around him, but it went straight through his body as if it was nothing.

This is the crux of the problem.

Lin En was thoughtful, and once again condensed the black token of Vagadu, and then slowly dispersed it.

This was the only magic he could perform in this form. Behind the mysterious mechanism lay a composition method that was completely different from magic power, making it difficult for him to gain any results for the time being.

Helga also noticed this, pointed at herself, then pointed at Lin En's "body", and said softly: "If you want to do research, wait until you return to Africa. You'd better pay attention. This magic is not without cost and loss. Even if you have a foundation like you, you can't waste it recklessly. Do you understand?"

"I...really."

Lynn wanted to explain, but when he looked down following Helga's gaze, he noticed something was wrong.

He did not feel tired, but the body constructed by his mental power had become slightly lighter. It might be difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it with the naked eye, but for him and Helga, every slight change should be clear to them.

This is still his own spirit, soul, and dream.

Yet he was totally unaware of it.

"This is really a bit strange..."

"It's nothing strange. Those crazy guys in Africa like this kind of magic that has a bit of self-harm. This dream messenger is relatively mild among them."

Helga was not surprised at all and reminded him, "You should focus on research in the future and don't use it to travel too far."

“I’ve learned a lot.” Lin En nodded slightly and said, “But this magic also has many advantages. If we can overcome the barrier from dream to reality, many plans that originally could only remain in speculation will have a chance.”

"I know what you're thinking. It's not impossible, but I'm afraid it's not that easy." Helga said softly, "Your rune magic is amazing, but it's also magic that stays at the same dimensional level. At most, it can only span the gap between virtuality and reality, but it's difficult to touch souls and matter. That's why I can see you, but ghosts can't."

Lin En frowned, not at all depressed by the cold water poured over his head. Instead, he fell into deep thought.

After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "You mean that dreams actually transcend reality and reach another world beyond the living and the dead? Just like you, you are neither a living person in the general sense, nor a dead person or a ghost, but a spiritual entity that resides in material existence."

"It's not that complicated, Linn. You're becoming more and more fond of complicating simple issues." Helga said to him with some advice, "Dreams are indeed another world, but more importantly, they are a way of perceiving the world. I can see you not because my existence is so special, but because I mastered this way of perception a long time ago."

"Way of perception?" A hint of confusion flashed in Lin En's eyes.

This was something he had never heard Helga say.

"Dreams are part of magic. Long before recorded times, many wizards tried to understand the world in this state between wakefulness and chaos, which led to the creation of some magic that is difficult to judge now."

Helga waved to Lynn to follow, and slowly passed through the wall and flew into the sky outside the castle.

Bathed in the morning glow, her mood became much brighter, and her every move was full of grace.

When Lynn got closer, she pointed in the direction of the North Tower and whispered, "Sybill Trelawney and her ancestors, as well as the so-called prophets of even earlier times, used a perception method similar to dreams - so they sometimes forget their own prophecies, and what they say is often ambiguous, because dreams and reality are different after all."

Following Helga's fingertips, Lin En also saw the flickering flames in the north tower that were filled with a complex atmosphere.

He said in a deep voice, feeling something in his heart: "In this way, it is equivalent to that there is a conceptual barrier between the real world and this dream world. This barrier is the core reason why African wizards can only use tricks after years of research. It is also the obstacle I need to face."

"Smart, so you should understand why these fortune tellers and centaurs look down on each other. There are two paths, one based on reality, and the other seeking help from external things."

Helga nodded with satisfaction. "From the moment you woke me up and told me that I was going to Africa, I knew that what you were going to do was to integrate these two paths."

"But you couldn't tell me this at the time because I had no experience in this field before?" Lynn asked.

"Yes, now that you have personal experience, you have a practical basis for further research. Rowena and I are already behind you in our knowledge and understanding of magic. What we think is impossible may not be impossible for you."

Helga's eyes showed a little more expectation and pride, and the smile on her face became much more intense.

"I have personally witnessed how you have come to where you are today, leaving all of us behind. No matter what big thing you do next, I will not be surprised."

"It's just that I'm walking on thin ice. I really don't deserve it." Lin En lowered his head respectfully.

Helga smiled and shook her head: "You deserve it. Although I am not happy about you leaving Hogwarts, I still support what you want to do."

The founder, who always had a compassionate heart, looked down at the huge castle, his eyes full of pity and concern.

After a long while, she turned her head and said, "Wizards and Muggles have been separated and reunited for who knows how many years. I believe you can do better than the four of us. Go back."

Lin En nodded in agreement and raised his hand to activate the dream messenger to return to Africa, but Helga slapped his forehead lightly.

"I almost forgot, there's one more thing."

"?"

"Royna also woke up a few days ago. I told her about the Violet Society you were organizing." Helga said slowly, "She was very interested."

A sharp gaze was cast from the depths of the castle.

Chapter 640 Two Faces

"Cough cough cough...!"

In the cool and dry cave, the statue-like sitting figure suddenly started coughing violently like an old bellows.

When the soul, which has been away from the body for a long time, returns to the flesh, it is like visiting a stranger's home. A strong sense of alienation and stagnation envelops the whole body, bringing with it the turbidity of the world.

It took Lin En several minutes to adapt to the transition from dream to reality, from spirit to material, but he was also exhausted.

"No wonder these Africans don't usually use it to go around... So this is the reason. I've been too careless recently. I must learn from this..."

Dragging his inexplicably heavy body, Lin En stood up with emotion. His movements were a little laborious, as if his head and body were stuffed with a lot of cotton and rusted.

It was not until he struggled to get home and lay down on the soft bed that the sluggishness from inside out turned into fatigue, and then into drowsiness, giving him a sense of reality returning to the present.

Before falling asleep, he touched the ancient animal skin book placed beside the bed. After confirming that it was correct, he recalled the proposal made by Helga and Rowena before they parted.

Rather than staying in Hogwarts to retire, the two founders, who are old at heart but young at heart, also want to find something to do.

The Violet Society, which largely refers to the Stargazers' organizational structure and regards a cross-cultural and cross-ethnic knowledge sharing platform as its primary goal, is a new and interesting thing in their eyes.

It is also an opportunity to realize the unfulfilled ideals of thousands of years ago.

"There's nothing wrong with that..."

In a daze, Lin En muttered something, turned over, pulled the quilt over him and fell asleep.

Running from Africa to Europe on his first attempt was a bit too much even for an iron man like him and he had to take it slow.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to rest.

To be precise, it was as if the messenger had just arrived when he closed his eyes.

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Lynn, who had a rare deep sleep due to mental exhaustion, woke up with a slight feeling of suffocation.

A white female hand pinched his nose neither lightly nor heavily, blocking his breathing and cruelly pulling him out of his peaceful dream.

"What time is it? How can you sleep?" The teasing question came from far away, reaching the ears that had become dull due to sleep, and awakening the tightly closed eyes.

When Lynn opened his eyes, he saw the grinning Ines and the helpless and amused Regulus standing by the bed, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods.

There were only a few people who knew where he lived in Africa and were not blocked by the protective magic set up outside. Naturally, there was no other choice who could play such a prank. He was not too surprised by this - at most he was just stunned for a moment.

But not being surprised doesn’t mean not being disgusted.

"I'm so tired, I just slept for a while and you come to disturb me. I really can't stand you... What time is it?"

Opening his mischievous hand, he rubbed his eyes, feeling very sleepy, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Look, it’s almost time for lunch. You won’t ask your hero to cook for you, will you?” Ines proudly put her hands on her hips. She didn’t show any sign of being defeated by Lynn’s indifference. Instead, she held her chin high.

In fact, she also has a huge chest - it's just that it's too inconspicuous to be discovered.

But Lin En didn't pay much attention to her antics. He yawned again, sat up listlessly, glanced out the window to check the time, and then asked lazily: "You said you were a hero, what was your contribution? Let me remind you first, if it's not good news, you'll be prepared to do odd jobs for Barty for a month and do hard labor for a month. And you, Regulus, the same goes for you."

"I'm not the mastermind. I'm an accomplice at best. It's not my turn to be exiled." Regulus said with a smile and a pun. "It's really good news. Before coming here, I told Dumbledore and the others because I couldn't get through to you on the phone."

"Such a big fuss... did you take apart the stone for me?"

"Not yet," said Inès, "but soon, we have figured out what it is made of."

"Also, we have made some breakthroughs in the origin of the magic on it, although not all of it." Regulus added, "This is really thanks to Inès. She used curse magic to do a series of reverse deductions and found the weakness of the meteorite."

"No, not...what did you say?!"

Lin En jumped directly off the bed, stepped on the floor barefoot, stared at the two people who were singing in unison with tacit understanding, and all his sleepiness was swept away.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly - so smoothly that there was a breakthrough before he had the chance to investigate it himself.

This was such good news that was totally beyond his expectations that even after receiving affirmative responses from the two, he, who was usually calm, could not hide the joy on his face, which made Ines very excited.

She was the biggest contributor as she almost single-handedly completed the deconstruction of the meteorite's surface. She was not the type to keep things to herself, so she explained the whole cause and effect clearly, and her words were full of complacency and desire to take credit.

Lynn, overjoyed, forgot about catching up on sleep and happily agreed to cook a big meal for the two of them who had been busy day and night for more than a month. This satisfied Ines' tongue and stomach that had been "wronged for many days" and made her face glow with joy after eating.

After eating and drinking, the three of them went straight to the Meteorite and False God Research Institute in Namibia.

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Shortly after they left, an old dark-skinned wizard left the school located in the mountains, turned into an agile cheetah, shuttled through the mountains, and went straight to the cave where Lin En had previously tried dream magic.

Looking at the empty cave and feeling the lingering magic that had not yet completely dissipated, the old man couldn't help but show a look of surprise and shock on his face.

"It's only been a month..."

Muttering to himself, he looked down at his increasingly dry and thin hands.

That is the mark left by the years, fair and cruel.

A breeze blew, and the wide robe fluttered, dispelling the heat of early summer.

The myriad thoughts finally converge into a sigh, and then evolve into a calmness that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The old face with wrinkles spreading like ravines once again returned to its usual calm state.

Soon, several black shadows came from all directions, all of them were different kinds of birds and beasts, and then they turned into human forms of different heights, weights and bodies behind the old man.

"It's really him?" The youngest middle-aged witch exclaimed in disbelief, "This is simply..."

"No matter what, this is what we saw with our own eyes. It is an unchangeable fact. A wizard who can go that far cannot be judged by common sense."

The old wizard who arrived first said in a deep voice, "Alyssa, you stay here and wait for him to come back and congratulate him on our behalf."

His eyes drifted towards the wooden house not far away. It was only a hundred or two hundred meters away and seemed empty, but even for him with rich experience, he felt a sense of crisis everywhere.

He pulled out an old scroll also made of animal skin from his wide robe sleeves and handed it to the middle-aged witch.

Alisa is exactly her name.

"Giving this to him again will be seen as our support for the common cause of wizards from Ugadu. Babagins became the president of the International Confederation of Wizards. These are just some thoughts and guesses, and we can't be too stingy and keep them to ourselves."

"...Yes, Principal."

Chapter 641 Meteorites and Black Magic

Come to think of it, this was the first time in all the decades of Lin En's past and present lives that he had set foot on Namibian soil.

Whether in the secular society of Muggles or in the magical world of wizards, this small marginal country, which is considered remote and desolate even in Africa, has no sense of existence.

Before the false god incident, the only impression that Lynn and most other people had of it might have come from occasional glances at world maps and globes.

Then either people forget about it completely, or their attention is slightly attracted by its territory distribution that is comparable to a battle axe.