Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

She was still thinking about her grades, with a worried look on her face.

But soon, her mood changed from gloomy to sunny.

"I haven't been back to Hogwarts for a long time. Teachers, please accept this small gift."

The bracelet lit up again, and two exquisite gift boxes fell into Lynn's hands.

"This is……?"

The ribbon on the gift box automatically loosened, revealing its true appearance.

The magic power lingering in the intricate patterns made even the experienced Transfiguration authority open his eyes wide.

"Professor McGonagall, this magic gold coin was found in the Kushan ruins deep in the Hindu Kush Mountains. It has ancient Transfiguration spells on it. It would be a waste to keep it with me. A master like you is more suitable to study it."

Lynn's humble words and praise were just right, making it hard for Mag to refuse.

"You have a great talent for Transfiguration. There's no need to be modest, Lynn. We can study together if we have a chance." Mag's smile seemed very useful, and even the test paper on the table was not so unpleasant to the eye. "I have heard about your story. It's amazing. We are all proud of you."

Sprout was much calmer.

Looking at the top-quality angelica specimen that Lin En had specially found, she, knowing her beloved disciple's ability well, happily put away the gift and looked at Dumbledore ostentatiously, completely ignoring the old man's embarrassed and awkward expression.

As the head of Hufflepuff for many years, although she does not fight or compete with others on a daily basis, she is more direct than anyone else in protecting her shortcomings.

On the contrary, Dumbledore, who had nothing in his hands, was at a loss as to what to do - he was also a master of Transfiguration and was itching to do so.

"Professor Dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards and researchers in the world. I can't think of what you need, so I can only bring my regards."

Lynn said seriously, with an undisguised little vindictiveness.

As he spoke, he did not forget to reach out and tease the dozing Phoenix, handing it over an expensive herb.

It enjoyed the abundant magic power in the herbs very much. It let Lin En rub its head and cooperated with him by showing a comfortable expression.

"I...okay."

Professor Albus Dumbledore suffered great mental damage and never recovered.

It wasn't until he saw Lynn take out the Honeydukes gift box from the bracelet that he became happy again.

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Four people sat opposite each other at the coffee table in the reception room.

"Huh~ Hagrid still likes strong liquor so much. But this brandy tastes really good. It is worthy of being called the water of life."

After just a sip, Lin En was full of praise.

Although it was morning, he was still enjoying wine tasting as much as ever, as this has been his hobby for many years.

"Hagrid will be very happy to hear that, but it's a pity that he's not at school right now. Madam Hooch is the only one who can have a drink with him right now."

Dumbledore tasted it politely.

He prefers sweet drinks to alcohol.

The implication is obvious.

Sprout also said: "Bathsaida complains to me every day about the pressure, and wants you to share it."

She didn't intend to give any advice, but she was also a little looking forward to it.

"Eric, you are a wizard with great potential. The conditions at Hogwarts are not very generous to you," said McGonagall, "but I look forward to you passing on your talents to students. There is no one more suitable for this course than you."

"And while exploring the mysteries of magic, perhaps we can communicate and inspire each other, right?"

Dumbledore smiled and blinked. He didn't look like a centenarian at all, but more like a young man full of energy.

But from the perspective of understanding people's hearts, he does have a keenness and depth that transcends centuries.

"I will consider accepting this teaching position." Without much hesitation, Lynn made the decision before coming.

Putting aside Dumbledore's request, from a utilitarian point of view, teaching at Hogwarts is also a good choice.

The accumulation of eleven years requires sedimentation, which will also play a positive role in taking that crucial step.

Hogwarts' vast collection of books may have helped.

But he did not agree directly. Instead, under Dumbledore's delighted gaze, he changed the subject: "I have a few requests."

Dumbledore seemed to be listening attentively.

Lynn raised the first finger: "First, I want to organize a professor club on my own."

"This is a professor's sacred right." Dumbledore said without hesitation.

Then the second finger: "Secondly, I want to break the pattern of the two-in-two combination of the academy and conduct the Beauxbatons grade class."

McGonagall nodded: "As long as Professor Babel agrees, the venue and time are not a problem."

Finally, the third finger said: "Finally, I will not participate in your plan based on the prophecy. And I will act according to my principles - not excluding contact with people you value."

The first two are just incidental, the last point is the key. Lin En's tone was firm and there was no intention of negotiation.

"I thought you would make more demanding requests." Dumbledore stood up without hesitation and stretched out his big hand. "On behalf of Hogwarts, I welcome you, Professor Eric."

Two hands clasped together, one full of traces of time, the other full of the vitality of youth.

The pile of test papers on Professor McGonagall's desk shook slightly.

A breeze blew in from the window, carrying warmth and moisture.

Shortly after the holidays began, Hogwarts welcomed its first new professor of the year.

Chapter 7: The Child of Prophecy at the Burrow

"Tsk, the teaching level of Hogwarts is as worrying as ever."

Looking at the transcript spread out on the table, Lynn understood Professor McGonagall's subtle look when they said goodbye.

It had been several days since he returned from Hogwarts. Out of a responsible attitude, Lin En stayed up all night and finally had a basic understanding of the students in the six grades of the school.

The scale of Hogwarts and wizarding society is not as small as we knew in previous lives - it does not even reach the bottom line of generational change.

The student body of two to three hundred people each year covers most of the wizarding population born in Britain.

Some go to other schools, such as Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, which recruit students from all over Europe.

There are even quite a few wizards who adopt the traditional apprenticeship model - although it is not conducive to finding a livelihood.

But overall, this education model is sufficient for the British wizarding society with a population of tens of thousands.

Now let’s get back to the topic and talk about teaching at Hogwarts.

Simply put, it is polarization.

There are outstanding and promising students in every grade.

But even more people are wasting their time in courses where the level of teaching standardization is seriously inadequate.

Especially Defense Against the Dark Arts, which has been cursed for decades.

As for the ancient runes, or the new subjects, magic runes and ancient magic courses, which were once elective courses, they were unbearable to look at.

From language electives to assist in reading ancient literature, to comprehensive compulsory courses combining theory with practice, I believe that this year's students will have an unforgettable experience.

Although this is not necessarily a concept that symbolizes positive emotions.

"Percy Weasley, Doris Foley, Boyce Springhall, Hermione Granger..."

One by one, the names turned into black circles on the parchment. Some were recognized as top students, while others were not so well-known.

"Well... Cedric Diggory has a bright future!"

At the very end, a handsome face appeared in front of Lin En, which made his expression slightly relieved.

As he waved his hand, a plain notebook with "Stargazer" written on the cover fell on the table.

He picked up the feather pen, opened the last page, and wrote line by line.

Surprisingly, the ink marks disappeared as soon as they were applied, and the paper remained as smooth as new.

Lynn wrote step by step until a dozen names were written one by one and then disappeared.

"Woohoo~!"

Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, Lynn seemed to have accomplished some great project, and spread out his arms to enjoy the sunshine.

"The rest can be left to Fei to handle. Take a holiday!"

"It's time to treat yourself. How about steak or lamb stew? Or... open a bottle of good wine?"

"Aha! How could I have forgotten to give this bottle of wine to Hagrid... How about I just drink it myself?"

"Although Russians are not good at everything, they are pretty good at drinking! Maybe this is the talent of people from cold places."

"..."

Sometimes cheerful, sometimes excited, Lin En walked back and forth in the spacious room, which was very different from his gentle and elegant appearance in front of others.

Except for his closest friends, anyone else would be shocked to see him like this.

The kind with broken filters.

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The calendar on the wall turns page by page, symbolizing the passage of time.

This is a small sense of ritual in Lynn's life, and it is also a respect for Muggle society and life, just like the house he lives in.

A few days ago in the afternoon, the same owl came with the employment letter approved by the school board. After a hearty meal, it left with the list of teaching materials for the new school year prepared by Lynn, thus bringing the employment arrangements to a successful conclusion.

Although some school directors might not be in a good mood when they see his name, this obviously has no effect on him.

After organizing a long-awaited party and telling the news to friends still in the UK, an idea that had been temporarily shelved was put back on the agenda.

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It's almost the end of July and the weather is getting a little hot even in the UK.

Early that morning, after sending Neville's birthday present, he leisurely left home, found an empty alley, and Apparated.

Although Floo powder was more convenient, he still preferred the ability to Apparate and Disapparate over long distances.

The reason was simple. He took the opportunity of traveling to accumulate some precious proficiency. No matter how small a mosquito leg was, it was still meat. Moreover, spells like Apparition required a lot of practice, even for a top player like him.

Ever since he got the proficiency panel, over the years, those spells that he valued had long been unable to improve as they were restricted by the level of [Magical Knowledge]. Many spells that he had not paid much attention to before were also deliberately strengthened by him, including Apparition.

It’s better to say that this is the accumulation and foundation of his ten years.

The distance from Birmingham to Devon is about the same as from London.

But for those who are visiting friends, it is just a stone's throw away.

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Turn the clock back a little to Surrey, a county adjacent to London.

Privet Drive was particularly quiet at night.

In the dark room, exhausted and hungry Harry lay on his bed, sleeping restlessly and having nightmares.

Suddenly, the iron bars outside the window that Uncle Vernon had installed vibrated violently, and the "clacking" sound woke him up.

"Don't bother me... Stop... I want to sleep..."

He opened his eyes blearily, and through the moonlight streaming in through the window, he saw the familiar figure.

She has red hair, a long nose, and freckles on her face that can be seen even at night.

Ron Weasley, a knight of the twentieth century, was riding his iron steed in the moonlight to rescue his poor friend.

——Although the real knights might be his two brothers who are responsible for driving.

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"Step on the gas, Fred!"

"Boy, don't even think about escaping!!!"