Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"This... This won't happen..."

Ron stammered and was unable to speak. He simply could not believe that his Uncle Eric, who had watched him grow up, was the heir of Slytherin.

"We saw it with our own eyes," Harry said seriously, "but that doesn't explain everything. Hogwarts has many mysterious rooms."

Ron nodded quickly, "Yes, there must be some misunderstanding. We can go find Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore."

"We need to figure this out first." At this time, Hermione was more decisive. She grabbed Ron, her face tense, "He will definitely come out again. Harry is right. We can't judge people by their appearance, and we can't wrongly accuse people."

"And he didn't see us, we're safe," Harry added.

"So...?" Ron's legs felt a little weak.

"So we have to find a safe place to continue observing." The strong Miss Granger grabbed Harry and Ron by one hand each, ran quickly, and hid in the corner at the end of the corridor, behind a suit of armor.

She didn't believe that the professor, who had always been honest with her, was the attacker, but she wanted to confirm it with her own eyes.

The corridor was very cold, with a slight breeze from time to time, forcing them to huddle together to keep warm.

Amidst the heavy breathing, there was a faint white mist in his exhaled breath.

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While the trio was freezing outside, Lynn had already entered the warm Room of Requirement.

Dumbledore was sitting on a collapsed old bookcase, looking at him with a smile.

"The trio you value most are outside right now, Headmaster. I wonder if you can still smile so happily after hearing this news." Lynn said jokingly, "They may think of me as the heir of Slytherin now. I have to ask you for compensation for the loss of reputation."

"Oh? These three kids are quite perceptive."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and smiled even more widely.

Of course, he never mentioned the loss of reputation - Hagrid's bottle of good wine had been taken away by Lynn, and he had nothing to offer except candy.

Lin En just laughed a little and didn't have any opinion on the actions of the three people outside. He took out the parchment clipped at his side and handed it to the old man who had been waiting for a long time.

According to the Halloween agreement, the two must start searching the Room of Requirement as soon as possible to find the Horcrux hidden there.

It is also the treasure of Hogwarts, the Ravenclaw Crown.

As a reward for Lynn's full cooperation with him in handling this year's events, Dumbledore promised that after the Horcrux was found and destroyed, the remaining crown would belong to Lynn so that he could fulfill his agreement with Ines Garcia - although that contract had expired.

The reason why he had to take action was because of the limitations of divination.

Even if it costs an eye and a life, it can only lock onto a fairly large range - at least for Lin En it is still like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He doesn't have that much time, so he needs external support.

"Let us begin, Headmaster."

He slowly unfolded the rolled parchment, revealing the densely written words on it.

He tapped his wand and chanted a spell that even Dumbledore couldn't understand, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

A dark light shot out from the tip of the staff, landed on the paper, and a blood-colored line extended out.

A strange magic slowly rises with the breath of a foreign country.

Dumbledore also stopped smiling, stood up solemnly, and stood beside Lynn, concentrating fully.

Chapter 57: The Ultimate Transfiguration

Lynn performs an ancient form of magic that has been passed down in South America for thousands of years.

It has only one function, to break all seals and activate the magic hidden in things.

Whether it is the precious astrological divination or the life sacrifice of the wizard, all are included.

The spell, which was much longer than modern magic, took a full half minute to recite, and beads of sweat were already beading on Lynn's forehead.

Activating two precious divination spells at the same time, the huge consumption of magic power made even a powerful wizard like him feel burdened.

But the moment the spell was finished, the magical fluctuations of power made all the efforts meaningful.

A bright red light of blood gushed out first. It was the bridge of prophecy that the African wizard had forged with his life.

Next, there was the dazzling starlight, like a bright river in the sky, running through the House of Requests, which was piled up like a mountain and had no end in sight.

The parchment turned to ashes in an instant, blood and starlight intertwined in the air, and finally lost all color and turned into the purest light, shining into the endless mountain of garbage.

It is like anchoring the boundaries of time and space, illuminating the treasure of thousands of years.

Unfortunately, the light only covers about one-tenth of the garbage mountain.

"Principal, it's up to you now." Lin En sat down tiredly on the abandoned bookcase where Dumbledore had been before. There were debris all over the ground in the garbage mountain. If it were his usual clothes, he would definitely be very careful, but today he specially changed into a wizard robe, so he didn't have to be so particular.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly and praised: "Very good magic, Lynn. You did a great job."

As he spoke, he took out a dozen strange gadgets from a small cloth bag cast with a traceless extension charm, threw them on the ground, and then pulled out his Elder Wand.

"Veravito!"

An old voice chanted the spell of transfiguration, and a mighty magical power surged out from the wand that conquered death.

In an instant, the small and exquisite stone pillar expanded rapidly and turned into a flexible and tall iron man.

Each one is lifelike, even the patterns on the armor can be seen clearly, as if it is a proportional replica of the Hogwarts stone pillars.

The only difference is that there is a bit more lively light in their eyes, as if they really have life.

"Go, find the founder's legacy, find the means by which the Dark Lord survives."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and more than a dozen iron men ran with the spirit of thousands of troops, rushed straight into the garbage mountain, and began to search according to the approximate direction specified by divination.

The sounds of debris collapsing and breaking were endless.

This will be a massive project that will last for several days.

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"Principal, your Transfiguration is truly something that I never get tired of watching."

Looking at the iron man who worked efficiently and never stopped, Lynn sighed from the bottom of his heart.

This is not a compliment, but a statement of fact.

Lynn thought he had some talent in Transfiguration.

This talent is reflected in the fact that even if the limits of [Magical Knowledge] have been exceeded, his Transfiguration can still improve.

Although the accumulation speed is much slower than before, it is the difference between 0 and 1.

It is also the only one besides rune magic and very few two or three combat spells.

But he still felt in awe of Dumbledore's Transfiguration.

The reason is simple. No matter how sophisticated the Transfiguration is, the wizard still needs to continuously pour in magical power and manipulate it to take action, or activate the magic hidden in it instead of manipulation.

The former are represented by animals transformed from dead objects. Although they have animal bodies, they need to be controlled by wizards to move.

The latter is represented by the strongest defense system of Hogwarts, the castle stones, which Professor McGonagall has spent half her life perfecting. The magic hidden inside the stones will take over these indestructible warriors when the spell is activated to fight against the invading enemies.

However, Dumbledore's Transfiguration seemed to break through this limitation and even... touched the five exceptions to Gamp's basic laws of Transfiguration.

[Transfiguration cannot create life]

The iron man he created seemed to have his own consciousness and rationality, and could complete the task alone.

The object used as the object of transfiguration was unremarkable, and there was no trace of magic on the iron man after the transformation.

It's like coming alive.

Lin En was certain that the Transfiguration performed by Dumbledore did not involve any fancy tricks, but just as he had guessed, it simply reached the highest level.

More advanced than Professor McGonagall, more advanced than himself, and arguably more advanced than every wizard alive, but it was rarely revealed.

Alchemy, magical materials, spells... The most powerful white wizard in history has made achievements in many fields that will go down in history, but there is no doubt that transfiguration is his true love.

This can be seen from his teaching position at Hogwarts.

After thinking for a long time and going through repeated psychological struggles, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Principal, I want to know why these iron men are so smart?"

Dumbledore looked as if he knew you couldn't help it. He walked over happily, sat down leisurely, and didn't mind the crowd, so he sat next to Lin En.

"Squeak-"

Two tall wizards were squeezed into the narrow remains of the bookcase, which was already dilapidated and groaned under the heavy burden.

"What you want to ask is whether I have broken the basic rules, right?" The deep blue eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. "I can tell you very clearly that no. No matter how powerful a wizard is, it is impossible to break the rules."

"So what is their current condition?" Lynn was confused.

"Just because it's impossible to break the rules doesn't mean we can't test the edge of them - sometimes, we might even have to go a little beyond it, just like the Weasley twins did when facing our school rules."

Dumbledore patiently gave guidance and also gave a very appropriate example with interest.

Lynn raised his wand thoughtfully and looked at a half-finished golden snitch that happened to fall not far in front of him.

"Testing the brink of life..." he murmured, new possibilities running through his mind.

"Click——"

At this moment, the bookcase under their buttocks could no longer bear the weight of two people and died with a sharp breaking sound.

The two people were caught off guard and leaned back at the same time, sitting on their buttocks in the ruins.

"Aha? Hahahaha!" The old man was a little surprised at first, then he laughed out loud, "It seems we have to say sorry to the poor cabinet for putting it under too much pressure."

The long white beard was covered with dust and trembled until it almost turned into a gray beard.

Lin En's robe also looked disheveled, but as someone who paid great attention to his appearance, this was a situation that he seldom encountered.

Two wizards with extraordinary magical powers were actually tricked by an old bookcase that had been lying here for who knows how many hundreds of years. If this were to be told to others, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"Clean it up." Lynn patted his butt and stood up. He tapped himself and Dumbledore with his wand in annoyance. "You eat too many sweets. My body is perfect."

"Madam Pomfrey said so, but I don't want to reduce my only hobby for the sake of my health." Dumbledore didn't feel offended at all, but smiled, "This is a hobby that I have had for more than a hundred years, just like my Transfiguration. You will have it too - but perhaps you will need a little help from this old wand."

In response, he received the sparks on Lynn's wand.

No one knows where the phoenix feathers inside came from, but its pride is even greater than that of Fox.

Chapter 58: Bravery is not recklessness

It was about an hour later that Lynn left the Room of Requirement.

Even with a dozen iron men, searching for the crown would be a long-term project.

Dumbledore decided to stay in there for a while, under the pretext of enjoying "the joy of his student days a hundred years ago."

Specifically, it involves repairing the broken remains of a bookcase and turning it into a chair for future use.

But Lin En knew that the old man simply wanted him to come out and take the blame.

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He pushed the door open and came out. The chilly air made him shiver and he instinctively tightened his robe.

He glanced around and couldn't help laughing at the shaking air.

His eyes were fixed firmly on the trio.

"You've been following me for so long, aren't you cold? Come out."

"..."

There was no echo, but the air was shaking more violently.

Lin En didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He held his forehead and said, "Behind the armor, you don't really think that the invisibility cloak can block everything, do you?"

"Professor...how did you find out?"

The three people, their teeth chattering from the cold, slowly lifted their invisibility cloaks, their faces showing half fear and half unwillingness.

"That's a long story. The voices on the fifth floor, the deep breathing in the corridor, and... the smell of sweat from a little wizard who ran in a hurry?" Lin En teased.

The three little wizards sniffed themselves hurriedly. Although no one smelled any strange smell, they all blushed and lowered their heads.

From Lynn's reaction, they guessed that they might have suspected the wrong person.