Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

But when the triumphant Lynn left, a meaningful smile appeared on the old man's face.

If Snape saw it, he would definitely find it very familiar.

If Lin En were to make a surprise attack, he would definitely realize that this old fox definitely has no good intentions.

Just like that handsome but annoying old man in Nurmengard.

They deserve to be a couple.

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After leaving the Room of Requirement, Lin En, who had nothing to do again, planned to go to the school hospital to visit the wounded, and then go back to his room to take a nap.

But before he reached the school hospital, he heard a few little witches whispering to the people around them from a distance.

From them, Lynn heard another version of today's Quidditch match.

Gryffindor Seeker Harry Potter was seriously injured on the field and needed urgent treatment for his broken arm.

Professor Lockhart stepped forward and was about to stabilize Potter's injuries to prevent further harm, but he was forcibly stopped by Professor Eric who arrived from behind, took the wounded away roughly, and left Professor Lockhart aside.

Listening to their vivid descriptions, Lin En became more interested.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated Lockhart - he actually learned how to bully his fans, and was indeed light years ahead of the rest in the simple wizarding world.

He quickly stopped and hid in the corner, fearing to alert the enemy and wanting to listen to the rest of the story.

Unfortunately, his plan ended just as it began.

"What the hell are you guys talking about here?!" Angry roars came from a distance, and Hermione strode towards the gossiping crowd with anger in her eyes.

"What else can Lockhart do besides cause trouble?!"

"It was pulled up to the sky by those Cornish elves!"

"Still doing those stupid dramas every day in Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

"Why is he compared to Professor Eric?!"

"Why do you dare to slander him here?!"

Miss Granger, whose emotions were suppressed to the extreme, was like a pile of dry firewood, and she completely exploded under a coincidence.

Although she had a petite figure, she looked more imposing than the dozen or so senior students in front of her.

The Lockhart fans who had been talking at once suddenly shrank three points shorter and stammered as they tried to say something, but when they saw Hermione's murderous look, they were frightened and fled.

In a panic, he happened to meet Lin En.

"E…Professor Eric?!"

Amid screams of terror, the little witches scattered in all directions.

At this time, Hermione, who had just vented her emotions, also reacted and subconsciously stepped back.

Chapter 63 Remarks on the launch

It has been exactly one month since the book was published. It started on December 12st and was put on the shelves on January 1st. This rhythm is really comfortable (seriously).

First of all, I would like to thank all the book lovers for their support. This book finally went through two rounds of recommendations, which is a breakthrough for an author like me, thanks to everyone!

In fact, I have read every comment from every reader in the past month - of course, the total number is not too large, so I can do it objectively. The process of reading comments and giving feedback is actually very fun for me.

I can see everyone's support and encouragement, as well as some criticism and suggestions for me. This is a very fulfilling experience for me and also a driving force for improvement.

My first two books were both about Pokémon, and each had its own immaturity. With this book, I think there has been some improvement. Although there are still many problems, I will continue to try to polish and improve it.

Just like I like the Pokémon series, I also have a very special feeling for the Harry Potter series, especially the novels.

At this moment, on my desk is the 2000 edition of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", which was printed and sold in 2004. Today, it has been exactly twenty years.

Sometimes time can kill a lot of things, and sometimes it can foster emotions. I really like my experience of reading this novel, especially the part when I was waiting for the new translation. In the ups and downs of the story, I was able to gain a huge sense of satisfaction and integrate the waiting into it.

Therefore, when I become an author, I also hope to use my own hands to describe and outline such a magical world, pour my emotions into the text, make up for the shortcomings, and let my favorite characters get a better ending.

The title of this book is "Hogwarts Doesn't Need a Savior", which is a concentrated reflection of my love and regret for this work.

As mentioned before - the fatalistic "savior" is meaningless and is just a summary of sacrifice or a statue for people to praise. It is harmful to everyone, including the person involved.

My novel will not focus on the adventures of Harry and his friends - it will show some of them in different ways, but it will not be the main part. Although I like them very much.

Lynn, Euphemia, Amanda… the older generation of stargazers will have their stories.

Doris, Andrew, Boyce...the new generation of little wizards will also have their own stories.

There are also names and lives that we are familiar with. There is no so-called single savior in this world, but there will be various kinds of growth, bringing various different futures.

Rune magic, modern magic, and ancient magic that has appeared or has not yet appeared, the power sleeping in ancient myths and unknown explorations symbolizes our imagination.

This is the story I hope to tell you in the future, and it’s also the kind of magical world I look forward to depicting.

I will tell this story well and try to make it interesting, so as to bring satisfaction to all book lovers and make my writing process full of joy.

I would like to thank all the book lovers again for their continued support. This book has come this far thanks to the love of every book lover.

I hope to be able to accompany you through some "interesting" time in the future. Please continue to support me and this book.

Grateful.

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Next is the subsequent update arrangement.

On the first day of listing, I sent out 12 chapters at 5 noon, and added some more content at 20:10 in the evening depending on the situation, trying to reach the goal of chapters.

For subsequent daily updates, I will adopt the rhythm of 3 updates per day, and calculate the number of additional updates based on the rewards and subscriptions - a maximum of 5 chapters per day, depending on the actual writing speed, until the outstanding chapters are paid off.

During the serialization period of this book, it will not be interrupted except for extremely special force majeure - this has been the case for the previous one year and three months of serialization, and this book is no exception.

Add update rules:

200 orders plus one update (24 hours)

200 average subscription plus one update (long-term validity)

Reward 10000 starting coins to add one more chapter, capped at leader (long-term validity)

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Finally, the first order is indeed important for the serialization of a book. I hope all book lovers can give more support. Thank you again!

The Night Watchman at the Golden Theater July 2024, 1

Chapter 64 Second Attack (Please order first!)

"Professor... I didn't mean to be rude. They were just so..."

In the office, Hermione, with a red face, imitated an ostrich, buried her head and stammered.

It's always embarrassing to let the professor see your irritable side.

This was especially true for the thin-skinned Miss Granger.

But Lynn seemed happy.

He took out a number of exquisite snacks and placed them in front of Hermione enthusiastically.

It's delicious and doesn't look like the work of the Hogwarts kitchen at all.

"I don't think you're rude. On the contrary, I'm very grateful that you can speak up for me in front of so many people." He said with a smile, handing over a cup of steaming hot drink. "You should replenish your energy in time after getting caught in the rain, otherwise you will catch a cold. As for the rain itself, it's a small problem."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped his fingertips without even using a wand, and countless tiny water droplets floated on Hermione's wet hair.

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione looked up, relieved. There was still a little blush on her cheeks, like a little apple that was about to ripen but not yet ripe. "What kind of magic is this?"

As soon as she came to her senses, she couldn't wait to ask questions out of her thirst for knowledge.

"One of the simplest spells, Levitation. Every magic spell will have many uses as long as you are proficient enough."

Lin En waved his fingers, and the small water droplets in the sky gathered into a water ball and flew into the sink in the bathroom.

"Levitation is also possible?" Hermione was surprised.

"Of course. I know someone who really likes to use his levitation magic in battle." Lin En said with a smile, "For example, changing the direction of the upward force and combining it with Transfiguration is a very good combination of magic."

He thought of the former Auror, Dmitri, who was far away in Russia. He wondered how they were doing now that they were on the wanted list.

I don’t think it would be very comfortable.

"Okay," he quickly stopped Hermione when he saw that she was about to continue asking questions, "Not every time is suitable for studying. You must be very tired recently, right? Eat something well and then go back and rest."

"I - well, Professor, I'm really tired." Hermione wanted to make some excuses, but as soon as she opened her mouth and met Lynn's eyes, she couldn't tell a lie.

The exhausted little witch buried her head while eating, looking like a little hamster busy storing food for the winter.

He looks gentle, but is actually very efficient. He cleared out all the snacks on the table in no time.

There is even a feeling of wanting more.

"Maybe I've been putting too much pressure on you lately with schoolwork and work? Eating something sweet can really help soothe your spirits."

"No, Professor, I didn't - it's just that the snacks here are so delicious. Can I have them next time?"

Lynn was half joking and half serious. Hermione waved her hands hurriedly, lowered her head and tried to change the subject, while secretly licking the cream off the corner of her mouth.

"Of course you can, but only on weekends. It's bought specially from Paris and will be sold only on Friday. Now you should go back and rest, and remember to say hello to Harry for me - I guess he'll have to lie in the infirmary for another day. It's a pity that Gryffindor's celebration party will be missing its biggest hero. He was very brave today, and Professor McGonagall must be proud of him."

Although Hermione's little action was inconspicuous, it could not be hidden from Lynn. He blinked in understanding and got to know his little assistant better.

An unknowing sweet tooth.

Maybe she would have a lot in common with the old man with the crooked nose, Lin En thought secretly.

......

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The incident on the Quidditch field, the little episode caused by Lockhart's fans, and Doris and her wisecracks after she ruthlessly defeated Percy again and came back in high spirits.

Professor Eric's Saturdays are no longer boring, but extremely fulfilling.

At least it was much more colorful than Euphemia who was far away in Beauxbatons.

After a busy day, Lynn suddenly had an idea and took out a bottle of Beauxbatons-exclusive wine sent by Euphemia from the locker - I heard that it was taken out from old Nico's wine cellar, so it was considered to be making the best use of it.

After all, he hadn't been granted free drinking privileges in decades, so it would be a waste to keep it.

With good wine in hand, he decided to go find his two other drunkards (crossed out) drinking buddies at Hogwarts, Hagrid and Madam Hooch, for a casual drink.

It's just the right time to get rid of the bad luck for Madam Huo Qi.

Right away, two tiny paper airplanes began to run rampant in the castle.

Soon, two rare guests arrived at Hagrid's hut.

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After three rounds of wine, the moon rose overhead.

Hagrid's face was red from drinking, and his heroic voice could probably be heard from hundreds of meters away.

Madam Hooch was not a heavy drinker and sat lazily in her seat, taking only a sip occasionally.

Lynn, on the other hand, remained calm, and there was not even a whiff of alcohol on his body. He still raised his glass steadily and clinked it with Hagrid's.

The drink in the glass had long since changed from the refreshing French wine to the fire whiskey brought by Madam Hooch, and then to Hagrid's favorite brandy. It was rare for three people with such completely different preferences to drink together.

"Cheers to Gryffindor! They have once again defeated a team stacked with Galleons!"

The half-blood giant tilted his head back, and half a bottle of brandy went into his stomach, like a stream of fire flowing down his esophagus into his stomach.

For a giant like him, this is the only excitement.

It was not difficult to see that Gryffindor's victory today gave him great joy - after all, the opponent was Slytherin.

As a professor who teaches and educates people, Lin En naturally could not respond. Instead, Mrs. Huo Qi raised her glass with a smile.

This fair referee also has his own opinions.

"bang"