Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He was going to look for his next prey.

Although he didn't want to take action again so early, time waits for no one.

It's like a ferocious beast is chasing you relentlessly. Just when you think you're safe, it's approaching you quickly again.

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Stories about the Dueling Club spread quickly across campus.

Every little wizard who joins the club is a spontaneous promoter, spreading the exciting news.

Also circulated was the story of Lockhart's experience.

Some people didn't believe it, but after seeing Snape teaching the course on a temporary basis, they had no choice but to accept the reality - and then they were pleasantly surprised to find that the teaching level of this course had risen sharply.

There is no harm without comparison.

Every day, countless young wizards run to the school hospital to join in the fun, wanting to see what "Professor Lockhart, who was beaten into the wall and couldn't be dug out" looks like at the moment.

This also brought him physical and mental blows again and again, until his body recovered a little and he was barely able to leave the hospital bed.

But according to Professor McGonagall, he probably wouldn't be attending classes until at least Christmas.

It was during these days that Lynn and his protective magic became famous on campus.

Every day, hundreds of young wizards receive long-term protection from his careful spells.

Even the strict Professor McGonagall was obviously surprised by his behavior, and her attitude softened a lot - it was not easy to cast such a laborious protective magic.

Through personal experience, the young wizards are convinced that as long as Professor Eric is around, their safety is absolutely guaranteed.

Although the dark clouds covering Hogwarts had not dissipated, a gap had appeared, allowing some sunlight to filter through.

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It was Friday in a blink of an eye. After class and completing today's targets, Lynn, who had managed to steal a few moments of free time, returned to the office.

Just as I was about to take a nap, there was a knock on the door.

Percy, Doris and Hermione came together.

"Well... good afternoon. If it's about studying, I think we can put it off until later. I'm too tired..."

Looking at his trio of assistants, Lynn's smile became more bitter and his voice became weak.

High-level rune magic is not easy, especially those that act on the soul.

Even he would feel physically and mentally exhausted as he wasted day after day.

Even the high-level runes that were originally scheduled to be carved had to be entrusted to Euphemia and Nico.

Now, even if he wanted to bring a few assistants to study, he is unable to do so.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally Hermione took the initiative to break the deadlock:

"Professor, we have another matter."

"Another thing?" Lynn's eyelids began to twitch.

Doris reminded, "Professor, tomorrow night is the first meeting of the club. Should it be held as scheduled?"

"The Room of Requirement has been set up and all the preliminary preparations have been completed. Please rest assured." Percy said.

"Ah... I've been living a life of upside down these past few days, and I almost forgot about this." Lin En slapped his forehead, shook his head vigorously, and said with all his strength, "Thanks to the three of you, we will hold it as usual. Thank you for your concern."

"Okay, professor, we won't disturb you anymore." Percy and Doris said in unison and turned around and left.

Looking at the backs of the two, Hermione thought for a while and took out a bottle of potion, and whispered: "Professor, you gave us a bottle of vitality potion... I tried to make one myself, maybe it will be of some use, please accept it."

"Oh?" Lynn looked at him in surprise and exclaimed, "Alex would definitely be willing to give you some pointers."

He pulled the cork from the bottle and drank it all without hesitation.

Hermione was flattered by this trust.

"Phew - I feel much better. Excellent potion, thank you." He patted his head lovingly. Although there was still a lot of room for improvement compared to his picky standards, it was a student's thought.

Ordinary potions obviously cannot compare with it.

"Then you should have a good rest, Professor!"

Hermione lowered her head slightly, her words full of joy, as if she had won a victory, and trotted out of the office.

Before leaving, she remembered to close the door gently, which was very considerate.

After just a short while, the sound of even breathing could be heard coming from the bed in the living room.

At the same time, in the garbage mountain of the Room of Requirement, Dumbledore was also taking a break from his busy schedule to perform his Transfiguration spell.

More and more iron men joined in the work, and the dust was flying.

Chapter 70 Club

After a sound sleep lasting twenty hours, Lynn was awakened by the warm sunshine and felt refreshed.

Perhaps the vitality potion Hermione sent had a miraculous effect, perhaps it was a psychological effect, or perhaps it was both, but when he woke up he felt like he was fully revived.

Especially after sneaking off to the cafeteria and eating a meal with an appetite that would amaze even the house-elves.

The plan is progressing steadily, the space for Voldemort's diary to move around is shrinking every day, and the panic-stricken fear will increase day by day.

After rushing to the auditorium and casting protective magic for the new batch of little wizards who were already impatient, Lynn walked briskly into the principal's office and teased his gray beard, causing the old man to laugh.

In this way, after dinner, he came to the eighth floor again, fully recovered physically and mentally.

His professor club will also organize activities in the Room of Requirement, which is unique to all professors.

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Percy Weasley had an extremely rare quality.

No matter how boring and trivial the work is, he can complete it properly with great efficiency and enthusiasm.

Even Hermione, who is famous for her diligence and concentration, can hardly compare to him.

This is quite valuable.

Whether he was entering the Ministry of Magic to pursue power or exploring the unknown in the academic field, this focus would allow him to move forward steadily over the long years, gradually surpassing many outstanding wizards who were originally more talented than him.

This is the core reason why Lynn is confident in handing over the daily work of the club to him.

Perhaps in terms of creative genius, he was not as good as his brother, nor as good as Doris, who always came up with brilliant ideas, and lacked that crucial flash of inspiration.

Just like practicing magic, he can quickly learn all kinds of spells, but after progressing to a certain level, he will face an extremely difficult to overcome bottleneck. He must endure several times or even dozens of times the hardship of others to have a chance.

But he has the will to work several times or even dozens of times harder than ordinary people.

This is a quality that Lynn respects, and it is also the crux of why Percy may go astray in the future.

He is law-abiding and obsessed with power. What he truly pursues is the order behind power and the honor that this power brings.

This is by no means a mistake, it's just that one may fall into extremes out of frustration.

Lynn's guidance all along was also to prevent this already thoughtful young wizard from going astray.

He was sure Percy would understand.

Not only relying on his own thinking, but also influenced by his family and friends who always stand with him.

There are more possibilities for growth than just one, and everyone has more than one future.

At least Lin En never believed in fate and was willing to try it with his own actions.

Percy was not the first, nor would he be the last.

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When Lynn walked into the Room of Requirement, he was greeted by a uniform voice greeting him.

"Professor Eric!"

A dozen or so little wizards had already arrived and were sitting neatly around a round table, just like a gathering of stargazers.

All the seats were identical and already filled with people.

"Good evening, everyone. Welcome to my Stargazer Club." Lin En smiled and sat down. "Relax, this is not a class. There are no extra points and no exams."

Hearing about extra points and exams, the little wizards smiled knowingly, especially those in the fifth and seventh grades.

After going through the most difficult first two months, students in these two exam grades gradually realized the value of tests.

The linear improvement in theoretical knowledge did not hinder the improvement of practical skills at all, but instead provided support for its comprehensive quality.

Most of those present were top students from each grade, led by Andrew from seventh grade. Once they adapted to the rhythm, they demonstrated excellent levels.

Except for a certain Mr. Boyce Springhall who did not want to reveal his name and whose theoretical results were as bad as his practical performance.

He could only sit upright, look straight ahead, and try to reduce his presence.

But his extravagant hopes were bound to be shattered.

Because someone has been eyeing it covetously.

Hearing Lynn's words, Doris, who was sitting next to Boyce, bent her elbows and pushed hard against his waist, and said with a wicked smile:

"Professor, when you say that, Boyce will surely be relieved. I guarantee that if you want to take the exam, he will run faster than he did on Tuesday."

"I think so, Doris." Lynn agreed. "If Boyce's theoretical achievements were half as good as his practical achievements, I would be so happy that I couldn't sleep."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The carefree Hufflepuff prefect was a little embarrassed and coughed awkwardly.

He was responded with good-natured laughter.

A happy atmosphere immediately filled the air.

Even for the little wizard who was not so familiar to him, after this experience, the tension and unfamiliarity were mostly dissipated.

Amidst the relaxed laughter, Lin En looked carefully at the students in the room. He knew the situation of each one clearly.

Apart from Hermione, the only one below the third grade was Luna, whom he specially invited.

There are two in the fourth grade, Cedric and a Ravenclaw girl named Pavla Field, who is good at rune translation and arithmetic divination, and has a good talent for ancient magic. She is the second best among her peers after Cedric.

Most of the students were from senior grades, four fifth grades, six sixth grades, and four seventh grades. Except for Boyce, everyone received an alchemy doll given by Lynn.

This is a symbol of theoretical level, and also indirectly represents the level of Rune magic.

Compared to other professors' clubs that often have dozens or hundreds of members, the Stargazer Club is quite modest in size, but this is exactly what Lin En wants.

The little wizards here are either potential stocks that he spotted early on, or good seedlings discovered in recent months, which perfectly fits his concept of small-scale high-level education.

Although there are many talented newcomers in the lower grades, it will take time for them to grow, which deviates from the club's positioning.

Several familiar figures flashed through his mind, and Lin En said in a gentle voice: "The general situation is all in the invitation letter, and Percy has also told everyone about it, so I won't go into details here. Before tonight's event starts, does anyone have any questions?"

"Professor." Andrew raised his hand first. "Is there anything special about the ancient magic that the club studies?"

"In terms of magical properties, there is nothing special about it."

Lin En had anticipated this question, and while answering, he snapped his fingers lightly.

"click"

The lights dimmed.

A small ball of light rose from Lin En's fingertips and floated into the air, emitting a hazy light, but it seemed to be covered by a veil.

“But in terms of expression, there is a big difference.”

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light burst out.

The sudden bright light made the little wizards subconsciously raise their hands to cover their eyes, their eyes tightly closed, and tears flowed unconsciously.

But only for a moment.

After a moment, the dazzling light dissipated, as if all the sharpness was exhausted in an instant.

When everyone opened their eyes one after another, the hanging lights were still dim, but the room was filled with soft light.