Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Fear and hatred surrounded this name for a long time, carrying a strong smell of blood, which brought tremendous pressure to the young Draco.

It has been like this since our first meeting at the opening dinner.

But Lynn is not Snape. He just looked at the boy quietly and said solemnly: "I will not deny that there are irreconcilable contradictions between me and your parents, but I will not pass this emotion on to the next generation. This is not my style."

He was different now than in any previous conversation.

It is neither the high-spiritedness at the opening dinner, nor the wit and humor in class, nor the intimidating presence in the school hospital.

He was very calm, but he dispelled all the negative emotions that were lingering in Draco's heart.

It was the first time that Draco looked directly at the professor up close, into those clear amber eyes, and felt reassured and relaxed.

Looking back on the courses over the past few months, although the two met seldom because the classes were mainly theoretical, he did not feel any sense of being targeted.

He suddenly had a feeling that his previous fear and worry about the professor seemed more like he was scaring himself.

Taking a deep breath, he bravely asked, "But Professor, won't you dislike me? Just like Professor Snape dislikes Potter and Longbottom?"

"That's a good question. I have no intention of speaking ill of my colleagues, but this is the difference between me and Professor Snape." Lynn said with a smile, "I won't deliberately target my students, because no one is obligated to suffer any unfair treatment on behalf of their parents, understand?"

"Professor, I don't understand..." Draco shook his head, his eyes confused.

This was an argument he had never heard since he was a child.

"Maybe we can talk more deeply later. The water is getting cold now. Would you like to change to something drink?" Lynn invited again.

This time, Draco did not refuse. Instead, he drank the water and whispered, "Pumpkin juice, thank you!"

“This seems to be something young people’s taste would like.” Lynn looked at it encouragingly and waved his hand. A cup of steaming pumpkin juice appeared, emitting a sweet aroma.

"Now we can get down to business, Mr. Malfoy." Lynn said calmly, crossing her hands on her legs, "You can talk freely about the experience that bothered you and what you want me to do for you."

"Professor, I found the diary on the Monday after Halloween." Draco's eyes struggled as he held the hot cup. "It was after class, when I was about to go to the bathroom."

For a little wizard who was less than thirteen years old, this experience was too painful and difficult, and he had no one to talk to, so he could only keep it in his heart.

Parents, professors, friends...

Those who are willing to listen are incompetent, such as Crabbe and Goyle, who are simple-minded but strong-limbed.

Competent people are very secretive about this, such as his father who was terrified by it, and Snape.

In his fragmentary recollections, he spoke without reservation about his experiences and observations, including his mental journey when he wrote those words.

Chapter 87 Soul is the key

With Lynn's encouragement, Draco's narration became more fluent.

He recounted everything he remembered, as if using words to dispel the dark presence that lingered in his mind.

After saying the last word, his forehead was covered with sweat, as if he had just finished a life-and-death fight and seemed relieved.

He felt that he had temporarily escaped from that nightmare.

He looked at Lin En anxiously, as if he was meeting his parents with a failing test paper.

"Professor, am I too cowardly?"

"Coward? I don't think so. Very few people can overcome life and death, especially at your age." Lin En comforted him, "Faced with such an unknown evil existence, fear is human instinct. There is no need to be ashamed."

As he said this, he reached out and touched Draco's forehead.

A vague symbol appeared out of nowhere.

"Maybe this will help a little. Aiwaz."

"this……!"

Draco's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his whole body stiffened instantly.

A tall purple cedar tree sprang up in his spiritual world, more robust than when he had cast the protective spell previously.

Warmth flows in the heart, bringing long-lost relaxation.

"Is this the strongest Rune you mentioned?" He looked at Lin in disbelief, feeling his whole body with his hands.

The pain that had troubled him for a long time was greatly alleviated, which made him overjoyed.

"It's the most difficult, Mr. Malfoy. You have to listen carefully in class." Lin En smiled and pulled his hand back, saying leisurely, "You have traces of dark magic on your body. This magic can help you weaken them, but it can't eradicate them."

Malfoy asked quickly: "How can we eradicate it?" After being possessed by the diary, he no longer had any interest in the "heir of Slytherin" and just wanted to stay as far away from it as possible.

A thousand words cannot compare to trying it yourself.

Even though he is the leader of the second year Slytherin, he is still a child who was spoiled by his family.

The Dark Lord's power was too much for him.

Even the most fanatical pure-blood supporters would be terrified after experiencing the horror of the Dark Lord, let alone a child?

After all, he was not a madman like Bellatrix.

Seeing the pale face due to anxiety, Lin En thought for a moment and took out a metal rune.

"Joyful Rune Wujiu, wear it with you." He stuffed the rune into Draco's hand, "This can help you, but it is only an external object after all. Only you can defeat it."

"Myself?" Draco looked confused. "But what can I do?"

"Dumbledore once said that love is the most powerful magic. I don't quite agree with that, but I believe in the human spirit." Lin En's eyes became vague. "A strong soul is also magic. It can allow you to break through your limits and make the impossible possible."

"Professor...I don't understand." Draco shook his head.

"It's not just love, it's reflected in all aspects, dignity, faith, and most importantly, the belief in personality." Lin En smiled and said softly, "It's normal that you don't understand. Since childhood, someone has told you that bloodline is the source of all the power of wizards, right?"

"Yes." Draco said in a muffled voice, and then hurriedly added, "Professor, I don't disrespect you. You are a powerful wizard."

"I know what you mean, don't be nervous." Lin En waved his hand, "People are shaped by their environment. I'm not surprised."

Draco remained silent, his thoughts in a turmoil.

As the only son of the Malfoy family, he has always been proud of his bloodline and has always believed that his talent comes from it.

This made him instinctively disagree with Lin En's views.

But he couldn't deny that he couldn't surpass the Muggle-born witch academically, no matter how hard he tried.

This made him feel jealous and stressed.

It eventually turned into a thoughtless cursing in September.

But the events in the diary shocked his cognition.

The actions of that horrible existence made him realize that blood was not his amulet, and that he never only attacked Muggle-born wizards.

He was like a hungry beast, devouring everything greedily.

Draco's mood was written all over his face, and it was clear at a glance.

Lynn was sure that, just as Percy's character was deeply rooted, Draco's ideas were far from being changed by a few words. He was not in a hurry and did not intend to change them by force.

Guidance rather than indoctrination is his educational philosophy.

Pointing to the pumpkin juice that had cooled down to the perfect temperature, he said softly, "Drink something and don't put too much pressure on yourself. There's still plenty of time."

As the warm sweet drink went down his throat, Draco's pale face gained a little more color.

"I want to ask you a question, Draco." Lynn called him by his name, "Who do you think is the most powerful pure-blood wizard?"

"Professor Dumbledore," Draco said automatically.

"We agree. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of our time. Looking at history, he is a figure who can be compared with the four founders." Lin En nodded. "Then according to the pure-blood theory, do you know who his mother is?"

Draco said honestly, "I don't know."

"Kendra Dumbledore, a Muggle-born wizard." Pulling out a large book of at least a thousand pages from the bookshelf, Lynn opened it without hesitation. "It contains her deeds, an expert in Transfiguration. Professor Dumbledore's Transfiguration must have a family origin."

Draco read silently word by word. It was the first time he saw this book.

There are many books at home, but they are only works by pure-blood wizards, and half-bloods are a taboo topic.

"I don't like unilateral lectures. For many issues, you may find the answers in books - people always trust their eyes more than their ears."

With a gentle push, the huge book, which was too high for the pillow, stopped next to Draco.

He finally saw the title of the book.

The Golden Age of Wizardry: A Compendium of the Greatest Figures and Magical Achievements of the Nineteenth Century

"Dumbledore likes this title very much. After all, he was born in the 19th century and became the greatest wizard of the 20th century." Lin En said jokingly, and then smiled, "If you are interested, this is an early Christmas gift."

Draco hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the book and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Draco. If you have any questions about the content of the book, you are welcome to come to my office at any time." The gentle tone made Draco feel at ease. "By the way, I will pay attention to your magic test and practical results after school starts."

"!"

Draco looked at Lynn in surprise, nodded quickly, and then ran away.

He was so immersed in his own world that he didn't notice that as he was going downstairs, a dark figure poked his head out from the corner and walked into Lynn's office.

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It was evening in the Slytherin common room.

After several unsuccessful attempts to study the metal plate that was faintly emitting heat, Draco sat down tiredly on the sofa and looked at the Black Lake outside the window.

He had just sent his two "personal bodyguards" to eat, and now the lounge was almost empty and very quiet.

He hid himself in the dim green light and remembered what Professor Eric said.

In my mind, two Malfoys were fighting.

One wanted to refute such outrageous ideas, the other wanted to know more.

He recalled an experience from his childhood.

He had only met the aunt who was expelled from the Black family once.

She was married to a Muggle-born wizard.

The memory is fuzzy, but the faces during the argument are clear.

Faced with my mother's accusations and persuasion, my aunt's face showed anger and contempt.

He didn't understand where the contempt came from, nor did he understand Professor Eric's eyes.

He took out the book as if possessed, placed it on his lap, and opened its cover.

【Prejudice is the most dangerous thing in the world, and the human soul is the key to defeating it. 】

[To Draco Malfoy, may your eyes always look further, and wish you a Merry Christmas. ]

Lynn Eric

On the title page, beautiful handwriting catches the eye.

Only then did Draco realize that Professor Eric had not acted on impulse, nor was he simply asked to do so, but had had the idea of ​​communicating with him a long time ago.

This book is also specially prepared for myself.

As my fingertips passed over the words, the inner struggle suddenly stopped.

He gently turned the pages of the book and began to read with previous prejudices and new thoughts.

Chapter 88 Hogwarts' Greatest Treasure

After properly resolving Draco's issue, not only did he repay the favor, but he also gave some guidance to this little wizard who had a good heart but was deeply harmed by his family. Then Lynn finally had time to spare.

There was a lazy atmosphere in Hogwarts.

After nearly four months of intense study, everyone needs a good break.

Except for a certain dean of the Snake Academy who is always restless.

As soon as Draco left, he rushed over to kill him.

"How's the situation?" He pushed the door open as usual and asked straight to the point.

"It's definitely in better condition than my door." Lynn glared at him and raised her wand unhappily. "Repair it. Do you think I'm as petty as you? I won't target Lucius' son because of him, and I won't let others bear their mistakes and responsibilities."