Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

“Shh—” The old man quickly raised his finger and whispered as if facing a great enemy, “Keep your voice down! It’s over if you’re discovered!”

A faint aroma of wine wafted over, and Lin En immediately understood what he meant.

It turned out that what was in the bottle was no longer the elixir of life, but a similar-looking wine that he had carefully mixed.

Old Nico looked around nervously, and when he saw that Euphemia, who had gone out to get alchemical materials, had not returned yet, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't tell on me. I'll give you some." The master alchemist handed over the bottle reluctantly, as if offering a bribe.

This respected legendary figure is even more like an old child in private than Dumbledore when he is happy.

But he didn't notice that just behind the sofa, the kind old lady was making a gesture to Lin En to keep quiet.

"Forget it. I think Fei still needs my help. I'll be back later. Please be careful. This project is not small. Fei and I can't do it." Lin En stood up and walked out while speaking.

"What's this little bit of wine to me? When I was less than 300 years old, I could drink it in one meal..." Nico looked reserved, but was interrupted by Lin En before he could finish.

Lin En's eyes passed by his side and he said sincerely, "Be careful when you do it."

"What did you say—Perenelle?!"

Old Nico looked up blankly and saw the cold smile on his wife's face.

In the blink of an eye, Lin En had disappeared without a trace, and only Redo's symbol was faintly visible in the air.

He even used rune magic just to leave this bloody battlefield as quickly as possible.

There are always some cordial and friendly exchanges between a couple who have been together for more than six hundred years.

......

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By the time Lynn assisted Euphemia in bringing back a mountain of alchemical materials from Nicolas Flamel's private warehouse, the "little dispute" in the old man's house had been perfectly settled.

It is not difficult to see from Nicolas Flamel's expression that his little hobby has once again encountered ruthless punishment.

The plan that had been brewing for many days came to an end just as it began.

Not only that, he also had to face Euphemia's preaching. He looked particularly aggrieved and looked at Lin En for help.

But even he himself knew very well that given Lin En's courage, he would never have the courage to help him out.

It would be nice not to add insult to injury.

Before he knew it, Lin En was no longer in his sight.

What a disloyal little brat... Old Nico had a gloomy face, and his eyes were filled with sadness as he looked at Euphemia and Perenelle.

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On Monday, November 11, heavy snow fell in the Scottish Highlands, and the entire castle was covered in snow.

Lynn, who returned to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons, showed up in class on time and gave the second-year wizards a very interesting alchemical puppet "battle" class.

The plastic metal that can repair itself at any time sometimes melts and sometimes breaks under the alternating attacks of ice and fire, and can quickly recover, allowing the little wizards who are already at an age that loves to play to have a lot of fun.

Even Draco Malfoy, who had been depressed for more than a month, smiled for the first time in a long time. He picked up the alchemical doll distributed in the class and had a lot of fun fighting with the two followers who followed him like shadows.

After class, the little wizards who were preparing to go to the playground to have a snowball fight were surprised to find that there was something extra at the exit of the castle.

It looked like a silver-white metal bar, stuck on the door frame.

The confused little wizards walked by one after another, looked him up and down, but did not react at all.

Until Lee Jordan showed up to join in the fun.

The moment he passed through the door, a shrill alarm sounded and a small beam of light shone into his pocket.

Filch quickly appeared in front of him and held out his hand expressionlessly.

"Hand over the prohibited items." A strange light flashed in the gatekeeper's eyes. "Professor Eric's things are really useful."

Lee Jordan didn't understand what was going on until the magic trick props he had just bought were confiscated.

Turning the corner of the corridor, looking at the scene in front of him, Lin En nodded imperceptibly and disappeared into the shadows.

This was the gift he prepared for little Tom, and more than one.

Chapter 76 Theft

"Your focus this year is on Freya Etes, because they are the easiest. The last two groups of Etes are generally difficult, with only a few being relatively easy, such as the Ice Rune Issa that you are familiar with."

"As for Aiwaz, the Purple Shirt Rune is considered the best of the twenty-four runes. It has the strongest protective effect, but is also the most difficult to use. Don't think that just because I can use it, anyone can. It's very dangerous to have high expectations but poor skills."

"Lay a good foundation first. Freyaet is the most practical."

"Everyone should learn from Percy and study and observe carefully. Only in this way can we find the rune that suits us and achieve twice the result with half the effort."

In the advanced class, facing the young wizards' request to "teach some new magic", Lynn simply used Percy as an example and took the opportunity to educate some of the arrogant students.

They had finished Freyaet's studies and had begun Hagget's.

Everyone has mastered a few simple runes to some extent.

Cedric can even activate the Fire Rune without the need for runes - although its power is still very weak.

But Lynn didn't intend to give in. Instead, he picked up the water cup and took a sip, then sat leisurely in the chair, rocking back and forth.

"Professor, why did you change the cup?" Doris asked with a sharp eye, "Do you drink tea for health like Professor McGonagall?"

“No need to beat around the bush.” Lin En glanced at her and said, “It’s just a gift from a friend.”

"Eh? Is it the friend you are meeting this time?" Smelling the scent of gossip, Boyce asked eagerly.

Expectant glances gathered from all directions. There were more little wizards who liked gossip than practicing magic.

Although there is still more than half a month to Christmas, some people's minds are no longer on classes, and they are becoming more and more cheerful and carefree.

Even Cedric, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, pricked up his ears quietly and didn't notice the rune falling on the table.

"It seems that the workload is still not enough. Boyce, go to Professor Babel to get two sets of papers this weekend and give them to Percy next Monday." Lynn narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became more dangerous. "And you, have you completed the tasks? Don't forget that there are exams after Christmas."

When the exam stick was sent out, the little wizards immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and Boyce was even more in tears.

Only Percy and Doris lowered their heads and smiled knowingly.

I never felt sad for a moment about my friend's tragedy.

Only Cedric and Penelope were kind enough to give them a helpless look.

As for Lin En himself, he just naturally picked up the water glass, took another big sip, and smiled happily.

He had been in a good mood ever since returning from Beauxbatons.

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When the bell rang, Boyce seemed to have forgotten about the test paper and became his usual cheerful self again, walking out of the classroom with Cedric arm in arm.

The loud laughter could be heard clearly even from halfway across the corridor.

The other young wizards also left one after another, only Percy walked forward with his notes, asked about the details and guesses that puzzled him in class, and found Lynn to confirm the time and content of the next club activity, with a meticulous expression.

Penelope had long been accustomed to her boyfriend's behavior, so she packed her things and left - she had other plans.

Only Doris was left, lying lazily on the table.

Small fireballs flew out from her fingertips and landed steadily on the target, hitting a series of "1s".

This was her recently mastered wandless spellcasting, which was not very powerful but flexible and concealable. Boyce had been fooled by her before and now still had a strand of hair that had not fully grown out - as the saying goes, there is always someone who can defeat someone else.

She soon felt bored and said to Percy with disdain, "honor student, why do you have so many questions? Can't you solve them yourself? I also want the professor to teach me the fire spell."

"That's exactly the club's topic for next time," Percy said calmly, "the fusion of the Fire Rune and the Flame Spell. Hermione and I looked up the information together. There have been similar cases in the past, where the curse was combined with the Disarming Spell."

"Eh?" Doris was now speechless, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.

Lin En smiled and nodded: “Their investigation is very detailed, I think it is feasible, you and Andrew can try to study it.”

"Oh..." Doris said sullenly, "thank you."

"I'm interested in it too." Percy shook his head. "I'll go ahead. The prefect is on patrol."

"Wait a minute!" Doris picked up her backpack and followed closely behind. "I just need to talk to Professor Flitwick about something."

"Aren't you going to ask the professor for advice on the fire spell?" Percy frowned slightly.

"You've already arranged everything, so why would I ask? I heard that Professor Flitwick will be visiting the club next week, so I'll go check it out. By the way, you should really focus more on dueling training instead of doing research, so as not to get yourself involved in patrolling."

She returned to her dignified and proud appearance in public, looking straight ahead and walking through the corridor with steady steps, but her words were still unforgiving.

Percy felt a little sad, but when he thought about how he could never master level 4 magic, and looked at the rapid progress in spell practice by the person in front of him, he could only sigh and let it go.

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The dull campus life continues in the cold winter.

Attacks, Parseltongue, Chamber of Secrets, the Heir of Slytherin... This year has not been smooth for most young wizards, but as the Christmas holidays approach, the festive atmosphere still dispels worries.

Dumbledore still rarely appears, but the duel club run by Lynn and Snape becomes increasingly popular, and they begin to invite professors to demonstrate different duel styles and strategies.

Flitwick's dueling magic, McGonagall's transfiguration, Sprout's herbal catalysis, the professors' skills are amazing.

Soon it was time to compile statistics on students staying on campus.

That afternoon, Lynn, who had just finished class, was analyzing test papers and was delighted with the students' progress.

"bang"

The door opened in response. There was only one person who would break in in such a rude manner.

"You should learn some manners, Snape." Lynn took off her glasses and looked up with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Fix the door before you leave."

"My herbs were stolen in Potions class." Snape frowned.

Lin En raised her eyebrows and said, "Go to Dumbledore for money. This is not my decision. I am also a victim."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Snape glared fiercely. "They stole enough to make a dozen servings."

"I see..." Lynn laughed dumbly, "These kids are really like this. It must be Hermione who got the idea. She has always been smart. Don't worry, she definitely didn't do this to get revenge on you. Few people are as petty as you."

Under Snape's puzzled and angry gaze, he stood up, threw his glasses on the table, took a bottle of wine brought back from France from the cabinet, and took two highball glasses.

"I'm not a stubborn old man with a crooked nose. I never gamble with my students' lives. Otherwise, you wouldn't cooperate with me, right? Let's have a drink."

"Tsk..." Snape sat down sullenly and took a big gulp of wine like a cow chewing a peony. "Can those things you brought back really help us find him?"

"Of course not." Lynn decisively gave a negative answer, but he was not in a hurry at all. He savored the treasures of Beauxbatons carefully and said with a smile, "But do you think little Tom is willing to gamble his life? He dare not take risks unless he is in desperate situation, so he can only follow my baton until it is too late."

Snape felt a chill down his spine and his eyes were filled with fear.

He felt that he could no longer see through Lin En.

Chapter 77 Polyjuice Potion

Professor McGonagall has been very busy and tired these past two days.

Before daybreak, she would wake up to the sounds of little wizards running around or having snowball fights.

Christmas is approaching, and the strong festive atmosphere makes her more tolerant and she significantly lowers her requirements - just like the little wizards' enthusiasm for learning that is free falling.

The first semester is about to end.

At the same time, she was also well aware that the students had been through a lot in the past few months, especially the two attacks, which had caused them to accumulate a lot of stress and they needed a way to vent.

Looking at the many more Christmas school leaving applications than in previous years, she felt a little complicated.

Although there have been no new victims for many days and Colin has received proper treatment, most little wizards still want to go home.

Thinking of the recent unrest and Dumbledore's vague words, the serious deputy headmaster felt uneasy.

This is also the reason why she gladly accepted Lynn's invitation to demonstrate her Transfiguration combat skills in the Duel Club.

She also hopes to do her best to protect students, although her busy work prevents her from patrolling every day like other professors.

Although she seems inhuman, she may be the professor who cares most about her students, even completely transcending the concept of academy.

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Ravenclaw common room, a sixth-year girls' dormitory.