Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

She made up her mind, turned the handle, and walked into the principal's office, which was her first time.

"Principal, excuse me."

She tried her best to imitate Lynn's tone and manner, greeted politely, and then met the pair of blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses.

In an instant, she felt that she had no secrets in front of the other person, as if she was staring into the abyss or the boundless ocean.

Chapter 79 The Key to the Truth

Walk into the dungeon area of ​​Hogwarts Castle and pass through the maze-like dark corridors. At the bottom of the Black Lake is the Slytherin common room.

Outside the password stone wall, Ron and Harry, who had transformed into Andrew and Doris, stood side by side.

"I have already inquired about it before. That big fool Crabbe forgot the password. Malfoy told him yesterday."

Ron lowered his voice and whispered in Harry's ear.

Under the influence of Lynn and the growing Hermione, he and Harry were no longer so reckless in their second year, but had more strategies and tactics.

Seeing that there was no one around, he walked forward and said calmly, "Glory."

The stone wall parted, revealing the interior of the Slytherin common room.

Compared with the bright and spacious Gryffindor, this place seems narrow, long and low. The air is a bit damp like the Black Lake. The dim green lights create an inky style for the entire space, as if you are in a huge shipwreck on the seabed.

Through the window, you can occasionally see the "natives" of the Black Lake, such as the giant squid.

This was the first time that Harry and Ron entered Slytherin's separate space, and all the scenes in front of them made them feel uncomfortable.

The bulletin board next to me wrote the password for the next two weeks. During the last two weeks of this semester and during Christmas, Stonewall will continue to use the password "Purebred" and will not adjust it until all the students who have left school return.

Now was the time when most young wizards were out wandering or looking for a place to do their homework. There were not many people in the common room, and Malfoy and his left and right bodyguards were sitting in a corner.

Ron and Harry looked at each other and took the lead.

In Malfoy's sight, Andrew Travers, the seventh-year prefect second only to Dean Snape, was walking towards him with a serious look. He didn't know what had happened, but it didn't look like a good thing.

He quickly stood up and went to greet him with great trepidation.

Ron, who was sitting opposite him, was not used to it either and even felt like laughing.

But relying on the repeated words in his heart, "He is Percy from Slytherin", Ron remained calm. He sat on the sofa with an expressionless face, and glanced at Crabbe and Goyle casually out of the corner of his eye.

"Crabbe, Goyle, you two go out first." Malfoy forced himself to send the two men who were like door gods on his left and right away, and then asked in confusion, "Senior Travers, do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Malfoy," said Ron gruffly. "I heard some rumours about you a while ago. You like the title 'Heir of Slytherin'?"

"Senior, that was - no, that was a long time ago, and I'm now... sorry." Malfoy was a little flustered and instinctively wanted to explain, but the words were stuck in his throat and he could only lower his head dejectedly.

"The attacker is very dangerous. The principal has repeatedly warned me not to do so." Ron's face was still gloomy, but his eyes had a hint of sharpness.

According to Hermione, Andrew was in this state during the group discussion.

As he spoke, he put one hand behind his back and made a concealed gesture.

Malfoy, feeling nervous, quickly said: "I know, senior, don't worry, I will..."

"Isn't this Andrew? Are you lecturing again?" A tall figure walked towards them, with sneer and contempt in his eyes that never faded, causing Malfoy's heart to tremble again.

Compared with Andrew, he was more afraid of this rare half-blood witch in Slytherin - especially after the "Mudblood" incident broke out.

"Doris, I'm asking him about the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir," Ron said steadily.

Harry also stopped and sat down casually, and asked mockingly: "Will he know this?"

"Someone told me that he once said something," said Ron. "The reputation of the college has been affected. We can't let it spread." His cold eyes were fixed on Malfoy's face, with a hint of anger in them.

"Senior, I really don't know anything about the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir!" Malfoy was horrified. He had been uneasy for more than two months and was now completely confused. Cold sweat appeared on his pale face. "I just... I just heard a little bit from my father, but I didn't tell anyone!"

"Oh? It seems you really know." Harry's eyes lit up and he looked at him aggressively, "Do you want to cooperate with the so-called heir to continue the action?"

"Really not!" Malfoy was about to cry, "I only know that the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago and a Mudblood died!"

"What did you say...?!"

Harry's eyes widened and Malfoy quickly covered his mouth and stepped back, shaking his head.

He had been lectured by Doris for this word in September.

"I see..." Ron pondered for a moment, then stood up and held Harry. "Since you didn't know about it, I won't hold you responsible. Report any unusual incidents immediately. That's all for today. You understand what I mean."

Having said that, he looked at Malfoy meaningfully, turned around and left.

He had noticed a change in Harry's hair, although it was still subtle.

It took too long to get through the dungeon, the effect of the medicine was about to wear off, and they had to leave immediately.

Harry understood, but to make it look good, he still said gloomily, "Don't let me hear that word again."

Malfoy nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and only when the two of them disappeared from his sight did he let out a long sigh and slumped down on the sofa.

Thinking back on what happened in the past two months, he was in a terrible mood. He rushed back to the dormitory almost without hesitation, picked up the blank application form for leaving school, and wrote furiously.

But halfway through writing, he remembered his father's harsh words and threw the quill to the ground.

Things are not peaceful at Malfoy Manor right now.

Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Enforcement, seemed to have set her sights on his house. Each surprise inspection was more in-depth than the last, and even the secret room under the living room was at risk of being exposed.

Confident, he grabbed his hair tightly and let out a silent roar.

It was as if he wanted to expel the existence that once occupied his brain, until he was sweating and exhausted.

He slumped down on the bed, in pain and struggling.

In the past month or so, perhaps no one in the entire Slytherin had suffered more than him.

Except perhaps for the team captain Marcus Flint, who was frightened out of his wits.

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Just as Harry and Ron rushed out of the dungeon area before the Polyjuice Potion lost its effect, Hermione, disguised as Lynn, slowly walked out of Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

She didn't know whether her performance was successful, but the result was relatively smooth.

Dumbledore was very kind and took the initiative to invite her into the Pensieve to watch a memory from fifty years ago.

Eager to know the truth, she readily accepted it.

In that memory, she saw many things.

For example, the conversation between Tom Riddle and the then headmaster Dippet and Transfiguration professor Dumbledore.

For example, the still young Hagrid and his scary spider pet.

For example...the deceased Muggle-born little witch, Elizabeth Warren.

Or rather, Moaning Myrtle.

She didn't dare to stop for a moment and strode towards the Room of Requirement.

She had to record everything she saw and pass it on to Harry and Ron as soon as possible.

She found the key to the truth, and she did it without being discovered.

While running, his neat hair became messy and fluffy, and his tall body gradually shrank.

She returned to her original form.

The black robe instantly became loose and baggy, looking particularly sloppy.

Shyly, she quickened her pace and rushed down the stairs until she hid in the bathroom of the Room of Requirement.

Amid her heavy breathing, she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have passed someone when she was going downstairs.

But I can't remember what the other person looks like.

At this time, Harry and Ron, who were also in a mess, walked in with the joy of winners.

Chapter 80 Snow Country

"Password, Professor Eric."

"Lemon ice cream, is he very happy now?"

"I did hear laughter, Professor."

"whispering sound……"

Hearing the words of the stone beast that was slowly pushing open the door, Lin En had roughly guessed the condition of the people in the house and pushed the door open.

He was greeted by Dumbledore's welcoming voice.

"Lynn, you have been very successful in educating Miss Granger. She has imitated her every word and action."

The smiling old man stood up, strolled over, and said with a happy face, "But shouldn't you be organizing your club meeting now?"

"I have allowed them to research freely. Percy is in charge of the organization. Today's protagonists are Doris and Andrew."

Lin En looked at him with disdain. "I'm speechless about your evil savior training plan. You've tormented a good child like this."

"Don't say that, Lynn. If it weren't for Miss Granger, I might never have seen you willingly use the Pensieve in my life. This girl is very perceptive."

Dumbledore was smiling widely, and several old headmasters on the wall also laughed happily.

"I'm not a peeping Tom like you..." Lynn muttered softly, then changed the subject, "Hermione is very talented and has a bright future, but she still needs to be cultivated slowly. That's a matter for the future, and there are more urgent things to do now."

"More urgent? Isn't every step proceeding according to your calculations?" Dumbledore was a little confused.

"He's not at school." Lin En said word by word, "Just now, I got his information."

"Ok?"

Dumbledore stood up suddenly, and his gentle gaze instantly became like a sharp blade out of its sheath, revealing its sharpness.

The old wand was held in his palm, and its aura was as deep as the ocean, which made Lin En look awe-inspiring.

But he quickly returned to his normal self and said with a smile: "Looks like we can give Tom a little surprise."

After that, he and Lynn walked into the living room and looked at Fox, who had aged beyond recognition.

"Old friend, thank you for accompanying us once before Nirvana. Please take us out of school."

"Woo~!"

Fox raised his head proudly, and his old body was refreshed.

"Peng——"

Amid the exploding flames, the principal's office became empty.

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Late at night, Manselkia Hills, northern Finland.

The terrain here is rugged and the landforms are complex, and there are few traces of human survival from ancient times to the present.

But that's in the eyes of Muggles.

For many years, this has been an important wizard retreat in Northern Europe. It is said that until the 20th century, there were still many wizard settlements living here that maintained their original living style.

But this is just a small rumor spread by word of mouth among adventurers.

Santa Claus Village, Rovaniemi.

In a small, remote house, the smell of butterbeer and brandy mixed.

This is a wizard bar, and the evening is when it is busiest with the most customers.

Dumbledore and Lynn, looking exhausted, pushed the door open and their unfamiliar faces immediately attracted the attention of regular customers.

But they did not stay long. They just walked up to the second floor and came to a warm private room.

Lynn's old friend, the adventurer Victor, is waiting.

Lynn came as promised. Wearing a fur coat and wrapping himself like a big black bear, Victor opened his arms and gave him a passionate hug.

"That cunning old dog finally revealed his weakness. If I stay in this cold place for a few more days, I'm afraid I can't stand it." Victor said with emotion, his weather-beaten face flushed by the cold.

"Thanks to you this time, Victor. Thank you." Lynn patted his old friend's back affectionately and thanked him softly.