Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lynn sneered, but Snape didn't show any expression, which made him a little disappointed.

"During Malfoy's confession, little Tom compared Ginny's past situation and realized that someone had discovered it and was planning something."

"So when I called Draco away, he sensed the danger? Or... he realized there might be risks, but was unwilling to take them." Snape frowned.

He thought of the harsh tone and attitude he had used when he found Draco, which might have been the catalyst.

"Not only that." Lynn nodded, moving his fingertips to his parchment, "He chose to use his own trick against him."

"Just follow the plan?"

"After leaving Malfoy, he has three options: one is to quickly strengthen himself, the second is to fish in troubled waters, or..."

"Or both." Snape quickly understood Lynn's complex mind map. "Find the prey, create chaos through the attack, lie dormant, and wait for the right opportunity to act - then why did he look for Creevey?"

"Good question." Lin En's tone was as if he was teaching a class. "We need to analyze this from the first attack."

"First time?" Deeply offended, Snape looked at Lynn suspiciously, his eyes showing displeasure but he could only restrain himself.

"Yes, the first time," Lynn repeated. "His purpose at that time was to create uneasiness and suspicion so that he could get away from Ginny as quickly as possible and find the right person. The cat was just a bonus. He chose Malfoy."

"Now he is greedy and hopes to kill two birds with one stone. So, among the fragile little wizards, who is in the worst condition and who should Colin go to?" Lynn asked with a smile.

Lynn was sure that Snape didn't know Harry's true situation yet, but that didn't affect his guidance.

"Harry Potter." Snape spoke through gritted teeth.

"Cleves served as Potter's scapegoat, forcing him to hide." He said gloomily, "The clue is broken."

"Broken? Not necessarily. You've spent most of your life studying Old Tom, haven't you? Think about what he would do under adverse conditions. No one knows him better than you."

Lin En stood up leisurely. Now he was confident.

Malfoy's intelligence has filled in the previous gaps and he has found Tom's flaw.

He realized that although the progress of events was similar to his memory, the internal logic and future direction were completely different.

The same appearance corresponds to almost opposite reasons, and will inevitably lead to different results.

This was enough for him to make a deduction.

"If it was him... lying dormant, accumulating strength until he was strong enough, just like in the fifties and sixties... I understand what you mean. He doesn't dare to make any moves now!"

Snape also stood up, a look of joy on his face.

Although he is by no means a competent teacher, he at least knows how to protect the safety of his students.

After all, even in Lynn's fragmented memory, there was a scene where the professor used his body to protect the Gryffindor trio he disliked the most.

But Lynn would never say such words.

He simply picked up the parchment on the table and walked past Snape.

"Now I can go find that old man with a crooked nose and tell him my plan."

"A plan to invite little Tom to jump back in."

"And Lucius is such an idiot. I'm curious if Dumbledore has cast the Imperius Curse on him. He's so stupid that he looks like a fool."

"If you're against his plans, you'd better come and support me, or go back to your damp office."

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In the evening, in the auditorium.

It's dinner time again, and the long table that was usually bustling seems unusually quiet today.

The little wizards, with heavy hearts, just ate their dinner in silence, finding it tasteless.

The air was heavy and oppressive, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of knife and fork hitting the plate.

In dead silence, Percy Weasley walked through the door, accompanied by Doris, who was reserved and proud in front of strangers.

Holding the brand new parchment, they walked steadily to the notice board.

Doris spread out the parchment.

Percy didn't use magic, but picked up a small hammer that was lying nearby.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The dull knocking sounds were particularly clear in the auditorium at this moment.

It not only shook the little wizards' eardrums, but also shook their hearts.

They raised their heads one after another, and some brave little wizards came forward directly, gradually gathering into a small group.

They read the words on the parchment poster.

Suppressed exclamations rang out, like the surge of waves, one layer after another.

By the time Percy and Doris finished their work, all the young wizards in the hall gathered around the bulletin board, discussing the information on it.

[Duel Club - Self-protection teaching in dangerous environments]

【Teachers: Lynn Eric; Severus Snape】

【Class time: every Tuesday evening at 8 o'clock】

【Class location: Hogwarts Great Hall】

The heated discussion also reached the professors' seats. Several worried deans turned their heads to look at Dumbledore, who was sitting in the main seat, and felt relieved after receiving his eye response.

Only Lockhart, who was sitting among the others, seemed to be thinking about something.

He could no longer sit still as he listened to the discussion echoing in his ears.

His keen sense of smell made him realize that this was a good opportunity for self-marketing - the little wizard knew nothing anyway.

Looking at Dumbledore who was eating, he thought for a moment and then stood up decisively, walked over in two steps and whispered in his ear.

No one heard what they said, but just a moment later, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor returned to his seat triumphantly as if he had won a battle, and began to eat a leg of lamb with great appetite.

What he didn't notice was that Dumbledore had a complicated expression on his face.

To describe it in one word, it is intriguing.

He looked at the empty seats at both ends of the professor's chair, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something, but also as if he was saying nothing.

Chapter 67 His Duel is an Art (Please Order First!)

The news of the Dueling Club spread quickly throughout the campus, giving the depressed young wizard some life.

With dangers lurking everywhere, mastering some self-protection skills is almost the most urgent need - regardless of age.

The class that was supposed to take on this task was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but the quality of its teaching had been steadily declining for decades.

Against this backdrop, the Duel Club that emerged seemed particularly alluring.

Regardless of Snape, the powerful Professor Eric alone is enough to make them full of expectations.

With different feelings, they talked a lot and finally got through two days.

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Tuesday evening at 8pm, auditorium.

The long table disappeared again, and a gilded stage extended outward along the wall, with a dark dome lit by hundreds of candles.

The young wizards gathered in the auditorium with great interest, only to see a disappointing scene.

The person on the stage became Lockhart.

Snape beside him had a gloomy expression on his face, in stark contrast to his smug look.

He once again used his book-selling promotional tactics and took the noisy self-promotion to the extreme, but a few fans applauded and showed their support.

Snape walked forward and pushed him aside. He looked around and said coldly, "Now please let Professor Lockhart demonstrate to everyone."

After saying that, he turned around gracefully, walked down from one end of the stage, and passed by Lin En.

In a staggered moment, he whispered, "Remember, you owe me a favor."

Lynn nodded silently, staring at Lockhart as if he were a corpse.

He has not forgotten how he instigated the little wizard to confuse right and wrong, and he has no intention of forgiving it.

Lockhart looked at Lynn blankly, with countless confusions flashing through his mind.

The script shouldn't be like this.

But he had no choice.

Offstage, Snape put his wand to his throat: "The first step of the duel, the salute."

Lynn bowed in a way that couldn't be more standard, with a blank expression on her face.

"E… Professor Eric is also a very good duelist. We have been good friends since we were in school."

Lockhart's smile was wide and somewhat bitter.

Forced by the situation, he had no way to retreat.

Both of them held their wands upright in front of their chests.

"As you can see, we use a ..."

Lockhart wanted to explain, but Snape's voice completely drowned him out.

"one two Three!"

"Collapse!"

As soon as Snape finished speaking, an extremely bright red beam of light penetrated the hall.

"boom--"

The bright light illuminated everyone's face, slender but extremely dangerous.

Harry was sure that Professor Eric was furious and murderous.

He turned his head and saw that the professor with the peacock feathers spread out was embedded in the wall on the opposite side of the auditorium, and the bricks and stones were cracked everywhere.

Madam Pomfrey hurried over with the medical kit.

Before providing treatment, she had to find a way to get Lockhart out of the wall.

"Now we can officially start the class."

Lynn put away her wand demurely and bowed gracefully.

"The Stunning Spell is a commonly used dueling spell alongside the Disarming Spell. It is one of the most practical means of combat."

His voice was still clear, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone was shocked, except Snape.

He came on stage again and said calmly: "You must learn to protect yourself. Not only spells, but also combat skills - for you, this is more important than spells." Harry and Ron looked at him in surprise as if they were meeting him for the first time.

"He can actually speak properly." Ron's eyes widened.

"The duel just now was not clear enough. I will demonstrate it again with Professor Snape later, but now... I want to give everyone a chance to duel with me." Lin En said in a gentle voice.

"!!!!!!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Looking at Lockhart who was still embedded in the wall, the young wizards broke out in cold sweat.

Lynn's voice came at the right time: "I will control the power of the spell at an appropriate level, and you can come up with five people at a time." The students then realized the true purpose of the big stage.

Little hands quickly rose up, and they all wanted to receive direct guidance after being promised.

Snape stood silently in the corner, surrounded by a group of Slytherins.

"Andrew, Percy, Doris, Boyce, Cedric, just the five of you."

Lin En looked around. Although a few students were not happy about this, even the top seventh graders could not deny that the levels of these five people were very high, at least not inferior to their own.

As expected, the five-member group quickly ran out of the crowd and surrounded Lynn from different angles as soon as they came on stage.

"Now salute."

Snape's voice came from afar.