Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

The rationality and sensibility of magic are intertwined, like an extension of a road, constructing a grid of knowledge and thought.

With a fragmented spell that only has basic functions as the starting point, the little wizards' thoughts extend towards the unknown distance, to the end of imagination.

In the end, the discussion died down and all eyes turned to Lynn, awaiting his verdict.

"It was a wonderful discussion. I learned a lot from hearing so many interesting opinions." Lin En sat on the ground in a relaxed manner. Like every little wizard, he smiled and said leisurely, "What you need is not a conclusion, but to remember this state of thinking, stick to your own opinions and find the answers."

"What if it's wrong, Professor?" Percy asked, his eyes a little nervous.

"Isn't it normal to make mistakes?" Lin En asked with a smile, "There is no one who doesn't make mistakes. Right and wrong are results, not everything. At least for wizards of your age, having a process is more important than finding the answer. Remember what I told you? The essence of magic is mystery, and wizards are those who deconstruct mystery and explore the unknown. You are doing this."

"The process towards the end..." Percy lowered his head, silently chewing on the words Lynn had said to him a few years ago.

Lynn nodded slightly and was silent for a moment to let them understand the meaning of his words. He continued, "My club is called Stargazers because the starry sky has mysterious meanings. We need to observe it, understand it, and deconstruct it. This is an exploration, not a class where students ask questions and professors answer them."

"What do we need to do, Professor?" Cedric asked excitedly.

"Stay focused and sharp, discover and delve into the problems." Lynn looked around with admiration, "And most importantly, have confidence and solve the problems. You are excellent, and I believe you will be able to do it soon."

This was the first real lesson Lynn prepared for these talented little wizards.

It’s not about imparting knowledge, but about bringing them concepts that are not taught in the classroom.

Hermione and Percy frowned, as did Andrew.

Doris and Cedric seemed to be thinking about something.

Lynn was not in a rush for success, and never thought that everyone could understand her with just one event.

He simply smiled and raised his wand, casting a light spell that was much brighter than before.

The dazzling light seemed like a sun rising in the room.

Everything within sight was dyed with a light golden color, but it was not dazzling at all, but rather full of tenderness.

It's like every particle in the air has a fresh breath of life.

This is one of the answers the little wizards want to find, and the key to the question is hidden therein.

But they have to pave the way to the answer themselves.

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The three-hour club activity passed in a flash.

The young wizards formed several different groups and conducted research separately.

At the end of the class, the results were the same.

【nature】

Mythology is the carrier of ancient humans’ beliefs, and its essence is all things in nature.

Discovering, leveraging, and conquering nature is the essence of ancient magic on the Persian Plateau.

Perhaps it was also the essence of power in the much older Mesopotamian civilization.

Several hours of intense thinking exhausted the young wizards, and the result was unexpected but reasonable.

Through their self-reliant quest, they opened the door to ancient magic and took their first steps.

This is just the beginning.

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Before the meeting ended, Cedric looked at Lynn with a reluctant look in his eyes: "Professor, when is the next meeting?"

"I'll come in advance... oh, I forgot!" As he was speaking, Lin En slapped his forehead and said, "I have something else to give you."

As he spoke, he pulled out a handful of small, exquisite badges from his pocket and placed them on the table.

The hexagram pattern is filled with a faint glow, flickering under the light, exquisite yet not eye-catching.

"What is this...?" Cedric was confused.

"You can think of it as a symbol of the club's identity. I cast a simple spell on it. If a number appears, it means the date of the next meeting." Lynn smiled and blinked. "If you are interested in studying it, you may discover new secrets."

Rushing forward, the little wizards happily took the badges and pinned them directly on their chests.

Even Luna is no exception.

Amidst the chattering, they left together, feeling satisfied, their heads filled with new and fantastic ideas.

Shortly after they left, a sinister shadow quietly appeared behind Lynn.

Chapter 73 Parseltongue (Subscribe!)

"Snape, your animagus must be an old snake."

Sensing the approach of a figure, Lynn cleaned up the already dirty dummy and said with certainty.

"Don't say useless things. Has the know-it-all lady learned it?" Snape asked with pursed lips, not wanting to argue.

"Of course, she is very talented." Lin En turned her head and said, "Are you ready too? That's right, you are used to it anyway. Being a villain is just a natural performance for you."

"That depends on your next magic. Are you sure this ancient spell can cover the entire castle?"

"Of course, although the expansion of the range will certainly weaken it, it is enough to deal with those eyes - at least it is more reliable than his plan, right? I don't think I will be so lucky every time to find things like stagnant water and cameras."

"Indeed, I take back what I said before, you are different from him."

Snape turned stiffly, uttered a compliment that was not really a compliment, and headed straight for the door.

He didn't want to stay any longer.

But before leaving, he stopped and turned to look at Lynn.

"It seems that you are ready to use your favor." Lin En said without looking back, "When you think it is appropriate, you can let the child come to me and I will help him. Also, keep an eye on our drama actors."

"……it is good."

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Time passed, and after Lynn went to Beauxbatons and spent a whole day improving the runes, a new week began.

The sunlight shines on the outer walls of the castle, adding a touch of freshness to the thousand-year history.

That afternoon, after going through the Herbology and Transfiguration classes, Harry and his friends took a quick nap and went straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although they - mainly Harry and Ron - were reluctant to admit it, Snape was at least much better than Lockhart.

They learned more in the week that Snape covered than they did in three months of Lockhart's time—and even more in Quirrell's year.

From how to deal with magical creatures in the first year to the basic methods of countering the dark arts that should have been taught in this school year, the cold-spoken Snape made rapid progress, almost cramming the teaching.

It is like pouring muddy rain water in the desert of knowledge. Although it is not so satisfactory and even a little uncomfortable, it is no longer a dry desert after all.

Even Harry and Ron had a slightly better opinion of him.

From the Dueling Club to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, to the daily campus patrols, they increasingly felt that the Slytherin Head of House was not so hideous after all.

But soon, the cruel reality made them completely dispel this unrealistic idea.

Something went wrong in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again.

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In this class, Snape, who was originally supposed to teach how to deal with the Banshee, adjusted the content.

He directly took out a chapter that should have been placed in the second half of the school year: snake-like magical creatures.

Just when everyone was confused and even Ron was still whispering "I think Snape himself is like an old poisonous snake", he stretched out his wand and released a giant black python, which coiled in front of the little wizards, and then ignored it.

From their huge, sharp fangs, to their venoms of varying properties, to their hard scales that can often resist a variety of spells, he enumerated all the various snake creatures in the magical world.

But the little wizards in the audience were obviously not in the mood to listen to the class.

Because the giant python was spitting out its tongue and looking around with a cold gaze.

At first it did not take any action, but just maintained a deterrent posture, looking arrogant and alert.

But when Snape talked about the basilisk, which is similar to a poisonous snake but very different and is one of the most dangerous magical creatures, the python seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness and slowly crawled forward.

"The first basilisk was created by the vile Herpo, a dark Greek wizard who spoke Parseltongue."

The python's sleek body slithered across the floor, its scales gleaming in the light.

"Its body is very long. An adult basilisk can reach up to fifty feet. It is emerald green all over, and the male has a bright red feather on the top of its head."

Some of the timid little wizards almost stood on their chairs, looking at the ground in horror.

"Its fangs are sharp and its venom is almost incurable, but that's not its most formidable weapon."

The giant python slowly stood up and aimed its long tongue at Seamus Finnigan who was not far away from it.

"Those big yellow eyes are its real killer. No one can survive looking directly into them. Even the reflection of light will cause a person to fall into a state of neither life nor death."

The sharp fangs lit up as the snake's mouth opened wide, stirring up the fear in the hearts of the little wizards.

"It is taboo even for the most powerful Dark wizards, because no one can speak except Parseltongue—"

"Ssssssss—"

"Ssssssss—"

Snape's voice broke off, but no one cared.

Because all eyes were on Harry.

A hissing sound came from his mouth, and the giant python seemed to be frightened and retreated hurriedly.

Opposite him, Seamus slumped in his chair, his face filled with horror.

And around him, the looks of the little wizards became complicated.

"No one but a Parseltongue can control this extremely dangerous magical creature."

At this time, Snape's grim narration slowly came.

"bang"

With a muffled sound, the python forged by magic power exploded, turned into wisps of black smoke, and dissipated in the air.

"It seems that we have a wizard who is proficient in snake language here."

His face was pale and gloomy, with a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were like a knife, piercing into Harry's mind.

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Harry Potter is a Parseltongue like Salazar Slytherin.

The news spread at a rapid speed.

By dinner time, the discussions in the auditorium had become uncontrollable.

Ron stood up angrily, raised his wand, and looked threateningly at the little wizards who were watching from all directions. His flaming red hair looked like burning flames, which was extremely terrifying.

After scaring off the onlookers, he sat down heavily and said through gritted teeth: "That old poisonous snake did it on purpose! I thought he had turned over a new leaf!"

"……Um."

Harry was worried and just mechanically repeated the steps of putting food into his mouth.

The time had come when he had to prove his innocence again.

"We all know that you can't be the heir of Slytherin. You are a real Gryffindor. Dumbledore said so!" Ron was very worried about Harry's condition and shook him hard to cheer him up.

But the only response he got was a weak voice.

"Hermione, why don't you say something?" Ron said helplessly, "You haven't spoken since class, and you haven't spoken now. How are you going to -"

His friends' abnormal behavior made him extremely anxious.

Before he could finish his words, a steaming hot baked potato was stuffed directly into his mouth.

It was Hermione who took action.

She exuded an aura of keeping strangers away as she wrote and drew frantically on the notebook. The tip of her feather pen almost scratched the parchment.

After filling another page of parchment, she tore off the paper with force and held it in her hand.

"I see!"

Her voice was clear and loud, attracting many strange looks.