Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"I……"

"Great!"

Percy was about to refuse when Doris slapped him in the face and dragged him out regardless of his struggle.

With Lynn turning a blind eye and even watching it happen.

Doris's noise was as loud as Amanda's, so instead of both of them suffering, it would be better for Percy to make a sacrifice.

Percy wouldn't mind anyway, it would be good for his growth and he would definitely understand.

Thinking of this, Lin En closed the book, stood up leisurely, tidied his appearance, and left the room.

Today is Quidditch match day between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

He had smelled something strange in the air - some special spatial fluctuation.

Only after sending his assistant away could he free up time to meet this uninvited guest.

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On the court, Hermione, smelling of medicine, was drenched in the rain, feeling hopeless.

The preparation of the compound decoction has already started and most of the medicinal materials are in place.

Following Lynn's suggestion, she had already locked onto Snape's medicine storehouse. Everything was ready except for the African bush snake skin.

However, the preparation of this magic potion takes a long time. Although it is not as long as the half year of the Felixir, it still takes a month.

She has been very busy these days.

He had to attend classes, teach himself how to make difficult potions, and complete his work as Lynn's assistant. He also had to find time every day to go to the laboratory in the Room of Requirement to make potions - sometimes he couldn't get in, so he had to go to a secluded classroom.

I finally get a day off on the weekend, but I still have to come and watch Harry's game.

The cold wind blew, but Miss Granger's heart was even colder.

On the field, the game between the two sides has begun. With the powerful performance of Nimbus 2001, Slytherin's usual physical confrontation style of play has been given even greater power, and they have gained the advantage in just a short moment.

Even though Oliver Wood played bravely, it was difficult to stop the score gap from widening.

Fortunately, Slytherin's Seeker Draco Malfoy seemed to be out of shape, and his flying movements were extremely stiff. Not only was he unable to match Harry's, but his performance was also far from his usual level.

The nimble Harry flew over the court like a bird, while Malfoy seemed a little dazed and could only fly after him blankly.

Harry was a little surprised by Malfoy's abnormal behavior, but he didn't think much about it. He just focused on looking around. He knew very well that he was the only chance of winning.

But just as he was trying to find the track of the Golden Snitch, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The Bludger is out of control.

The ten-inch diameter iron ball was like a wild horse running away from its reins, speeding through the sky, its target firmly locked on Harry.

"boom--"

With no time to brake, even the barrier at the bottom of the stands could not withstand the crash and broke into pieces.

Harry was suddenly in crisis.

Madam Hooch looked up at the sky solemnly, with the whistle in her mouth.

But she couldn't find the problem.

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Below the stands, the house-elf hiding in the dark quietly wiped off the sweat.

He had just performed a brilliant spell and was quite tired.

But he was also excited at the thought that Harry Potter could escape danger.

"As long as Harry Potter is injured and leaves the school, he will be safe!"

"I don't think so, little guy. Avoiding the problem won't solve it, and creating new dangers won't work. Your method is too crude and simplistic."

"Who?!"

The sudden noise startled Dobby, and he raised his hands, which were burned by the iron, to his chest, ready to attack at any time.

“Don’t be nervous. I know you have no ill will towards the students here. So I won’t hurt you.” Lin En walked out of the shadows and stood calmly.

"You are...Lynn Eric!"

He recognized his master, the wizard he feared so much.

"Very good, save me the trouble of introducing myself. I hope you won't continue with such actions. Harry has Hogwarts to protect him. Malfoy's plan makes no sense."

Lynn's tone was calm and strong, and he brooked no room for argument.

Dobby was trembling all over. Although he had great magical powers, he was still afraid in front of Lin En.

"But - Master he -" he said with difficulty, "No, Dobby can't say it! Dobby is a bad elf! He must punish himself!"

Before he could finish his words, he banged his head hard on the wooden railing, causing blood to flow.

Before Lynn could step forward, the elf with a painful look on his face disappeared instantly, and the anti-Apparition magic was useless.

Elf magic is a completely different system from wizard magic. It is magical and powerful.

"...He's such a stubborn guy, no wonder he can play with them."

With a sigh, Lynn raised his wand, "Dumbledore is such a jerk... Never mind, for the sake of the crown, the curse will stop immediately!"

The magic power enveloped the surface of the iron ball and disappeared in a flash.

The speed of the speeding Bludger gradually slowed down, but as if unwilling to give up, it flew towards Harry and hit his arm.

"Bam—"

Even from a distance, Lin En felt an inexplicable pain.

But Harry's flying posture remained stable, even though one of his arms was unable to move.

Without Malfoy's restraint and interference, he was fully focused and had only the Golden Snitch in his eyes.

The rain and fog wet his glasses and blurred his vision, but it could not block the hint of gold in his sight.

The broom was like an arrow shot from a bow, and at the moment before it fell, the flickering light fell into the palm of my hand.

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When Lynn walked out of the wooden structure under the stands, the Bludger, which had calmed down, had been locked back into the box by Madam Hooch.

The spectators in the stands rushed into the stadium and surrounded the muddy field in the heavy rain.

On the scoreboard, the numbers stood at 170 to 100, with Gryffindor winning by 70 points.

Harry clutched the Snitch tightly, almost fainting from the pain and hypothermia.

Seeing Lin En approaching from afar, the students on the periphery spontaneously made way for him to approach the wounded.

But before he reached Harry, he heard a disgusting whirring sound.

"Don't be nervous, I'll heal your arm, it's just a minor injury."

Lockhart, who never missed an opportunity to show off, arrived even earlier than Professor McGonagall.

Looking at the struggling Harry, he said loudly: "Lie down, Harry, this is a simple spell, it only takes me a short time!"

The cheerful crowd pushed Ron and Hermione to the periphery. No one noticed Harry's frightened expression at this moment, including the excited team captain Wood, and Harry's little fan, Colin Creevey, who was holding a camera.

Lockhart excitedly rolled up his emerald sleeves that were wet from the rain, drew his wand, and pressed it against Harry's broken arm.

"No—don't—"

Chapter 62 Hermione's Rage

"Lockhart, I advise you not to act on your own if you don't want to be kicked out by Madam Pomfrey."

At Harry's most helpless moment, Lockhart seemed to have pressed the pause button.

Stiff and awkward.

Through the blurry rain and mist, he saw the approaching amber eyes.

"Professor Eric..." he said weakly.

"I know. Don't worry. Madam Pomfrey is very professional and will be cured soon."

Lynn acted as if she didn't notice Lockhart standing there in a daze. She comforted Harry and raised her wand.

Harry's body floated in the air, with two wooden boards securing his arms to prevent secondary injuries.

"Don't get wet outside in the rain, go back to the castle." The loud voice made the excited little wizards step back one after another, and the chill of the winter rain gradually penetrated the wizard robes and seeped into their bodies.

"Ah-"

Once there is one, there will be two, and the sneezes will come one after another.

The muddy raindrops stained Lockhart's eye-catching aqua-green robe, making him look particularly disheveled among the crowd.

Hermione and Ron also squeezed out and hurriedly got next to Lynn.

"Professor, is his arm okay? That Bludger--" Ron was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I know, Ron, I saw it all." Lynn said calmly, "Send him to the school hospital, and ask Madam Pomfrey to prescribe some more stimulants - there will be many people catching colds these two days. We'll talk about other things later."

As he said this, he put Harry down, took out a small bottle of calming tonic and handed it to Hermione.

"Tell Ron to be careful with his injured arm and don't bump it. If it hurts, give him this to drink." He whispered, glanced at Ron who was holding Harry on his shoulders, and hurried to McGonagall who was rushing over from the stands, "Don't let Lockhart get close to him. That ignorant idiot will only cause trouble."

The solemn words came from the wind and rain, and Ron and Harry agreed with them deeply.

Especially Harry, he almost escaped death.

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A moment later, in the Quidditch pitch lounge.

Not only Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch were there, but even Snape, who had a livid face after losing the game, did not leave.

"That is to say, this is a special kind of hidden magic." McGonagall and Hooch looked at each other and asked softly, "No wonder the problem has not been found. Can you tell what this is, Lynn?"

Lynn shook her head, "I'm sorry, Professor, it was too far away, but I'm sure the Stop Instant Spell was not very effective, so Harry got hurt."

"You acted just in time, Lynn, otherwise the child's injury would not be as simple as a broken bone." Mag said gratefully.

"I'm more curious than that." Snape's tone was as cold as ever. "These match balls should have been locked in the box last week and have not been opened again. So what's the problem?"

"The defensive magic of the stadium has no effect." Madam Hooch shook her head, "I will send these match balls to undergo the most professional magic testing."

"Since Professor Snape is so interested, I think you would be happy to check the surrounding areas for traces of spellcasting. What a selfless spirit." Lynn smiled sarcastically, making Madam Hooch turn her back.

Snape's face turned pale and blue, and he was about to explode when he heard McGonagall say, "We can talk about checking the pitch later. Lynn, could you please tell Albus what just happened? He may not be in the office now."

Snape was sure that the vice-headmaster, who was always known for his objectivity and fairness, was taking sides.

But he had no evidence.

"Of course, Professor. I'm happy to help." Lynn nodded with a smile. Before leaving, he turned around and said to Snape, "If you really have too much energy to use, you can use your bat eyes to observe Mr. Malfoy's condition. He has been a little abnormal recently, and the same is true in my class."

Regardless of Snape's reaction, Lynn, having fulfilled his duty of reminding, left in style.

Of course he knew that a certain idle principal was not in the office, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

The golden crown of Ravenclaw is waving to him.

Thinking happily, Lynn walked briskly through the rain shelter corridor and returned to the crowded castle.

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As expected, Dumbledore knew everything about Dobby.

It was because of his tacit consent that this powerful but inexperienced house-elf was able to come and go freely between the heavily guarded King's Cross Station and Hogwarts.

But Dumbledore himself did not expect that he would come up with such a simple and crude method.

Not to mention whether it can help Harry get out of trouble, just looking at the power of the Bludger, it can take half of the child's life if you are not careful.

Faced with Lin En's sarcastic remarks, the eloquent old man could only pretend to be mute.