Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Child, I understand how you feel." Dumbledore said bitterly, "I have also lost very important friends."

They both fell silent at the same time. The memory that was deliberately buried but finally revealed made people feel heavy.

"We can do something. It's not too late now." After a long pause, Dumbledore slowly said, "The door of Hogwarts has always been open to you. You know, that person is back, but... I am too old."

"..."

The earnest look touched Lynn's heart.

Nearly twenty years ago, it was the old man's tall figure that protected him from the wind and rain when he was still in Hogwarts.

Love and hate are mixed together and cannot be untangled.

After a long moment of contemplation, he stood up and left, saying softly, "I'm free next Wednesday and will go visit Professor Sprout."

"Of course! Pomona will be very happy!" The disappointment on Dumbledore's face disappeared, replaced by undisguised joy, "Hagrid has a bottle of good wine, you will like it."

Looking at Lin En's figure walking away quickly, the old man smiled with relief.

Chapter 5 St. Mungo’s

It was drizzling in London on Sunday, July 7.

Holding a bunch of fresh violets, Lin En, who had just returned from France, stood alone in front of the Qingjin Department Store. Looking at the wooden sign "Closed for Renovation" and the ugly and funny mannequin in front of the glass window, she felt a little depressed.

He was quite unhappy about the fact that "Dumbledore played the emotional card on him".

But the words were already spoken, and going back on his word was not his style.

I could only secretly regret that I had been tricked by this cunning old man again.

Smelling the unique fragrance of violets, he calmed down and said to the dummy, "Hello, please open the door for me."

After the words were spoken with a faint magical power, the dummy nodded slightly and waved its connected fingers.

Lynn was familiar with the route, striding forward like he had walked across Platform 9 3/4 when he was in school. As he walked through the glass wall, the world in front of him immediately changed.

This is St. Mungo's, the largest comprehensive hospital for magical illnesses and injuries in the UK and even in Europe.

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Although not a patient, the therapists here are no strangers to Lynn.

From the Object Accident Section on the first floor to the Spell Injury Section on the fifth floor, passers-by coming and going greeted him enthusiastically.

Some of them were his classmates, some were juniors in the academy, and quite a few were Muggle-born. With their meticulous, studious and diligent style, they were well qualified for the work in the magical hospital, and their influence was growing day by day.

Looking at these old classmates, especially the many old friends who had received his help during bullying, Lin En responded to them one by one with a smile, stopping from time to time to exchange a few words, and it took a long time to reach the destination.

Spellbound Injury Unit, Room 49: Janus Hitch Ward.

His old friends, Frank and Alice Longbottom, lived here.

Almost eleven years.

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"Lynn, please come over more often. I don't know how to thank you enough for letting Amanda and the others take such great pains to take care of me."

Seeing Lynn skillfully replace the wilted bouquet in the vase with the violets he had brought, Lady Augusta Longbottom hurried forward and pulled him to sit beside the bed, with a sigh in her words.

"Friends should support each other. Frank has said this many times, hasn't he?" Lynn looked at the two old friends sitting on the bed with haggard expressions. "If they hadn't helped me back then, I wouldn't be where I am today."

As he spoke, he patted the back of Mrs. Longbottom's old hand, looked at the timid Neville, smiled and said, "I have good news. I went to Russia and got an ancient magic book. Maybe it will be effective for Frank and the others."

"Child, it's too chaotic over there. It's very dangerous." Mrs. Longbottom was delighted at first, but quickly became serious. She grabbed Lynn's hand with complaints and concern.

After more than ten years of living together, she almost watched Lin En grow up.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on. The magic I got from Poland last time was of some use, I believe they will recover."

Lin En had long been accustomed to the old man's nagging concern, and he did not feel annoyed. Instead, he felt a warmth close to family affection.

But he didn't take it to heart and spoke confidently.

In the upheaval that swept across half of the world and even plunged the wizarding society into turmoil, he had done what he did a week ago countless times without fail.

Gao Qiang's strength is naturally one aspect, and on the other hand he always maintained restraint, and the inheritances he chose were mostly medical-oriented, with strong knowledge but not very valued magic, and did not cause collective resistance from those magic families with a long tradition.

Hungary, Poland, Lithuania, Bulgaria... these ancient but gradually weakening families were defeated one by one by his financial offensive and hidden threats.

One after another, the ancient magic books and heritage that had long been lost and could only be buried in the deepest part of the family treasury became his foundation.

The wealth accumulated by the Lestrange family for thousands of years has become their alternative way of "atonement" in Galleons.

After fooling the old man with a few words and patting Neville's head lovingly, Lynn slowly walked to Frank, who had finally fallen asleep, raised his wand, and said in standard Old Russian:

"In the name of Igor, Green Soul!"

Emerald green light poured out from the tip of the wand, transforming into a slender band of light that surrounded Frank and Alice's bodies.

Thousands of years later, the wizard and his unfathomable magic that were hidden behind King Igor's expeditions and legendary stories reappear in this mysterious world.

Not only that, a small and exquisite rune letter also condensed in the air, emitting soft magical fluctuations.

"Lin... eh?"

In a trance, the sleeping Frank slowly opened his eyes, and a long-lost glimmer of rationality appeared in his eyes that were always filled with pain due to the torture of the Cruciatus Curse, although it was fleeting, and he couldn't even utter Lynn's name.

Alice, who was standing by, instinctively tightened the candy wrapper in her hand, the confusion in her eyes filled with kindness.

She glanced at her son.

......

......

"Sorry, I think my strength may not be enough..."

After a while, Lin En sat heavily on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, his eyes full of regret.

At that moment, he had already felt the soul of his friend, but ultimately he lost his way in the stormy waves of the spiritual world and missed his friend who was waiting for rescue.

The combination of ancient Ross magic and runes gave him great power.

But there is a price to pay.

Huge consumption and the risk of getting out of control at any time.

Neville sat silently beside Alice, holding the candy wrapper that had been crumpled by his mother.

Augusta shed his disguised severity and revealed a rare kindness. While stroking Neville's back, he looked at Lin En, whose forehead was already sweating, and said softly:

"You don't need to apologize, Lynn. You've done a great job. At least we have hope, right? You have been supporting us, as well as Frank and Alice."

"I haven't done enough." Lynn's face was solemn. She looked at Frank's haggard face and increasingly thin body, and unconsciously clenched her fists. "Maybe if we try a few more times, there will be better results. When Amanda comes later, I will talk to her..."

"Do you think I'm a monster like you and Faye, Lynn?"

Before he could finish his words, there was a "creak" sound and Amanda, wearing a dark green robe, strode in, complaining helplessly.

"Be a decent person, old classmate. I still haven't mastered the spell you taught me last time! If I could learn so quickly, the headmaster of St. Mungo's should be handed over to me."

Scratching his head awkwardly, Lin En said, "I believe you can become the dean in the future, Dean Sever!"

"Stop talking nonsense to me!" Amanda rolled her eyes in annoyance, walked to the bedside, lifted Frank's eyelids and examined him carefully. She only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everything was correct.

"I was unlucky in my previous life. I had to stand guard for you every time!"

“That’s a bit harsh.” Lin En covered his chest. “I’m sad, and I can’t get better with a meal.”

In response he was met with contemptuous looks from his old classmates.

“Okay, no more jokes…” The little trick was no longer useful, so Lin En could only give in and admit defeat, “But I really need you to help me research this time. I can’t come here too often.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a handwritten booklet from his pocket and handed it to his friend solemnly: "This is my improved spell, which can be used to treat mental trauma. You are a professional, so I can only leave it to you."

"It's the same again. You always throw difficult problems to me...Okay, I'll try my best, but you have to find time to teach me."

Amanda, who had lost all hope in life, took the thin manual of a dozen pages as if she had taken over a mountain.

“Of course.” Lin En smiled with satisfaction, vaguely similar to Dumbledore yesterday, although he himself did not realize it.

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After seeing off the old classmate who pretended to be angry, Lynn looked at the time and sat down next to Mrs. Longbottom.

"Ma'am, I want to ask your opinion on something." He considered his tone and wording, "About Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore wants you to be a professor, and it won't be Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?" Mrs. Longbottom had expected this and said without raising her head, "Don't hate him. He was powerless at that time. There were too many Death Eaters. You have tried very hard. Everyone is doing their best. Frank and the others are aware of this."

This strong and capable old lady understands everything.

"..."

Looking at her skillful movements, Lin En seemed to be thinking about something.

Chapter 6 Return to Hogwarts

After the visit and treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital, it was Wednesday morning in a blink of an eye.

"As an emotional anchor...Neville should be the most suitable."

Sitting at the desk, Lynn murmured in deep thought as he studied the records and conjectures in Igor's Medical Magic Notes word by word.

On the panel in his mind, the progress bar of [Magical Knowledge] moved forward a little, verifying his guess.

This is also one of the wonderful uses of the panel.

Next to him, there was a pile of discarded parchment and his breakfast was cold.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the alarm clock interrupted my thoughts.

When I looked up, it was already nine o'clock, thirty minutes before the agreed time.

After eating a few bites, Lin En changed into the wizard robe that he hadn't worn for many days, picked up the old magic book that had been placed beside him, and placed it next to his wrist.

There was a glimmer of light, and the bracelet, which was cast with a special traceless stretching spell, revealed a space as big as a room inside.

But when it came to storing this inconspicuous old book, things turned out to be unexpectedly difficult.

It is far from being as quick and convenient as storing and retrieving the magic wand. It is like "squeezing at the door" and takes a lot of effort.

Finally, I took it in.

Lin En smoothed her hair in front of the mirror, walked into the fireplace, picked up a handful of Floo powder, and said loudly: "Hogwarts."

Green flames rose.

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Hogwarts, Deputy Headmaster's office.

Professor McGonagall, who has been working non-stop during the holidays, is sorting out the Transfiguration test papers and summarizing the scores.

It is not difficult to tell from her serious expression that although they won the college cup after many years, the results of the little lions are not optimistic.

The polarization is becoming more and more obvious.

Not far away, Professor Sprout, with mud still on his hat, was chatting with Dumbledore.

The good-natured Sprout had just told a joke that made the old man chuckle and made Mag frown.

"Peng——"

Just as she was about to remind her two old colleagues to pay attention to their manners, the fireplace lit up with a green fire, and the young wizard walked out leisurely with a faint smile.

"Professor Sprout, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, good morning, long time no see."

He looked around. After many years, he revisited the old place and nothing seemed to have changed.

"Lin En, I heard about what happened in Russia. It's not peaceful there. You are an honest child. You must be careful in everything and nothing can go wrong!"

Seeing his favorite student again after several months, Sprout's mood became even brighter. He quickly walked forward with his short and fat body and gave Lynn a big hug.

"Good morning, Eric, welcome back."

Mag, who was quite critical of the comment "honest child", didn't want to reject his old friend's interest, so he politely greeted him.