Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Snape's face turned pale but he had nothing to say.

Since the last attack, perhaps out of a change of heart or for some other reason, his attitude towards Neville and Harry had improved a little - but only a little.

He is a trustworthy undercover agent because of his hatred and courage.

But he is not suitable to be a teacher for the same reason.

Lin En didn't plan to say more, and raised his hand to throw a cloth bag over.

"What is this?" asked Snape.

"Medicinal herbs." Lin En said lightly.

When Snape opened it, he saw that it was actually the extremely high-quality African tree snake skin, which was in short supply. The amount was almost no less than what Hermione had taken.

"No need." With a sullen face, he placed the herbs heavily on the table. "Do you think you are the only one who cares about students?! Don't be so arrogant, Eric!"

"It's just a Christmas present from Horace. Everyone gets one." Lynn smiled, "What do you think it is?"

"You!" Snape pointed at Lynn, speechless. He could only glare at him fiercely and walked away.

With a loud bang, the newly repaired door was severely damaged again.

"...Lily's vision back then was really worrying. What kind of crap is this?" Shaking his head and sighing, Lin En picked up a few unfinished greeting cards. "It would be better if she spent a little more of her talent on choosing a partner."

[Dear Professor Slughorn...]

Greeting cards are written carefully and attached to the gifts that have been selected early, waiting to be sent to various places on the eve of the festival.

After finishing all this, he will finally be able to continue his research.

Time flies by.

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In the evening, Lynn reluctantly walked out of the office.

He received a piece of news that pulled him out of his fully engaged research state again.

At this moment, Hermione is continuing her detective work with her two friends, Percy is still working with his father, and Doris must be enjoying her youth in the dueling arena...

He was used to being surrounded by students, but suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable.

As I was walking upstairs, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Have a nice vacation, Professor!"

Turning around, I saw it was Boyce who had just finished a snowball fight. He was all white and even spit out white mist when he spoke.

"Have a nice holiday, Boyce." Lynn smiled. "Aren't you going home to spend Christmas with your family?"

"Hey, it's a secret, professor!" Boyce made a face, turned around mysteriously, and ran away, disappearing in a flash.

"You'll know when the festival comes~!"

The vague voice drifted from afar.

“This kid…” Lin En laughed dumbly, tightened his coat, and continued walking upstairs.

The little wizard who had just returned to the castle brought a breath of fresh air, as well as a particularly evident joyful mood during the holidays.

Without homework and exams, this is truly a time to just let go - if you don't mind being tortured by professors when school starts.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt happy and walked upstairs briskly.

Dumbledore was already waiting for him in his office.

When Lin En entered, he was holding a collection of Muggle jokes that he had found from somewhere, and was laughing so hard that he was bent over.

"You're a little late, I'm just killing time." Seeing Lin En's look of disgust, he quickly stood up with a little embarrassment.

"I met a few students on the way and chatted with them for a while." Lynn said perfunctorily, "Do you want me to give you a few Muggle stories as Christmas gifts?"

"That's good, but I'm looking forward to surprises," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Then you can just look forward to it." Lin En sat down lazily. "What do you want me to do? It can't be special training, right?"

He half joked, but Dumbledore nodded seriously.

"It is indeed related to this." The old man said in a serious tone, "I hope you can grow up as soon as possible until you can deal with Tom."

"What?!" Lynn's eyes widened.

He looked at Dumbledore strangely and said unhappily, "Do you want to listen to what you said? There should be some limits to joking."

"No one can master as much advanced magic as you at the age of thirty." Dumbledore was not joking. "Tom can't, Gellert can't... and I can't either."

"No, you're really—"

"Please listen to me." Dumbledore interrupted forcefully, "I don't intend for you to fight him now, but I believe you can do it soon with my help."

The entire principal's office was silent, with only the silverware on the table slowly rotating and emitting wisps of smoke.

The Sorting Hat in the cupboard is still sleeping soundly. It sleeps for at least seven or eight months a year.

Even the old headmasters on the wall stopped whispering and looked at Dumbledore who said such shocking words.

"...That's not what we said a few months ago, Principal." Lynn grabbed the small cake on the table, stuffed it into her mouth, and spoke incoherently.

He wants to calm down with sweets.

Dumbledore was not in a hurry and said slowly: "Although I tried my best to overestimate you at that time, in the end it still turned into contempt for you."

"I have my own obstacles and difficulties, Principal." Lynn sighed, "I said that a long time ago."

"Is it not possible to learn the most advanced magic?"

"Is my fire spell inferior to Lihuo's? Just like you couldn't use the God of Fire to clear the way seventy years ago, I also need to keep accumulating experience. No one can achieve success overnight."

"Sure enough... I know what you need." Dumbledore stared at Lynn for a long time, as if he wanted to see through those amber eyes.

Lin En's hair stood on end when he was looked at.

"...What is it?"

"Hogwarts' most valuable treasure and most important secret."

Dumbledore stood up, walked over to the bookshelf in the corner of the headmaster's office, and tapped his wand.

The bookshelves split to the sides, revealing the space inside, like Nicolas Flamel's warehouse of elixir.

But much smaller.

It is only a dozen square meters, with only a dusty bookcase containing many ancient books.

The two rows below are scattered and very dilapidated. It would not be surprising if they were weathered and broken at any time.

The three ancient books on the top shelf are as bright and clean as new despite years of wear and tear, and the emblems on the covers are clearly visible.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff.

The only one missing was Slytherin.

Dumbledore looked at Lynn deeply and walked into the small secret room first.

Chapter 89 The Founder's Magic Notes

"There are two kinds of books here. One is the forbidden books full of evil dark magic. The first thing I did after becoming the headmaster was to move them from the forbidden area. We can't afford the risk of another Dark Lord appearing, but we can't just destroy them like this."

Standing in front of the bookcase, Dumbledore was filled with emotion.

When Dippet was in office, these books on dark magic were scattered throughout the restricted area and were discovered by young Tom, becoming his most important stepping stone.

Especially after the attempt to make a diary Horcrux exposed a flaw, he found a way to improve the Horcrux in the book.

From then on, his Horcrux no longer had independent consciousness, but only served as a container, safe, reliable and more secretive.

"You are right. Black magic is valuable knowledge, but it is too evil. It needs to be strictly controlled to prevent it from being touched by innocent people or becoming food for ambitious people."

Lin En's eyes swept across the tattered books, his tone unchanged.

He has a wide range of knowledge and naturally masters a lot of black magic, some of which are even very profound, but he has no interest in applying them. Instead, he has a kind of disgust from the bottom of his heart.

"We agree, Lynn." Dumbledore said with a smile, "As for the other, they are the real owners of this Chamber of Secrets, the legacy left by the founder to the school - magical notebooks that can only be opened by recognized wizards."

"Squeak-"

The door of the bookcase slowly opened, and dust flew up.

It seemed like it hadn't been moved in decades.

Dumbledore took down one of the books with a nostalgic look.

On it is the Gryffindor coat of arms, which is still bright after thousands of years.

"Fifty years ago, I saw Gryffindor's notes here." Dumbledore's eyes were filled with reminiscence as his withered fingers stroked the spine of the book.

With a gentle press, the dusty book slowly opened, revealing the pages inside.

In Lynn's eyes, they were just pieces of white paper emitting a faint glow.

"You used this magic to defeat Grindelwald?"

"Not only magic, but also the skill of dueling, and most importantly, courage."

The trust in Dumbledore's eyes was something Lynn had never seen before. "This courage allowed me to give my all in the battle against Gellert."

“…These things really surprised me. The impact was quite big.” Lin En felt his head was a little confused and said sullenly.

This is a fact.

Lynn had no idea of ​​the existence of this room before. Not only did he have no memory of it, he was even certain it didn't exist.

The legacy of three of the four founders at least shows that the three of them made the decision after leaving Slytherin, but without leaving any trace.

It seems that the secret of this school is far from as simple as he imagined.

"According to records, there are six wizards who have been recognized by the founder. I believe you can be the seventh, Lynn. This is the magic number."

Dumbledore solemnly put the Gryffindor Notebook back to its place, patted Lynn's shoulder gently, and slowly walked out.

"call--"

Lynn took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and looked up at the ancient book above.

Gryffindor's notes were motionless. Ever since they left Dumbledore's hand, all the magic had disappeared, except for the lion on the emblem that seemed to still be roaring.

Ravenclaw's notes flickered, appearing and disappearing from time to time, as if it was struggling with something.

But soon, the fluctuations of its magic power completely disappeared, leaving only the raven's eyes looking over faintly.

Only Hufflepuff's notes were filled with magic, issuing a consistent call.

A golden light shone from the center of the emblem, and in just a moment, it completely illuminated the thick ancient book, like a torch in a dim space.

The warm magic wrapped around Lynn's body, almost leading his hand and slowly lifting it up to a high place to take the book down.

"click"

With a slight sound, the seal was released, revealing pages filled with words.

The vast historical atmosphere rushed towards Lynn like a long river of time.

At the door of the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore's tall figure blocked most of the light coming from the outside world, and he stared at everything inside motionlessly.

"Helga Hufflepuff..." He whispered the name of the founder, his eyes filled with surprise.

This was his first glimpse into the magic of this lady.

Peaceful and delicate, yet exceptionally grand.

Seeing the whole picture, he seemed to have traveled through thousands of years and met this most low-key founder - although it was only the tip of the iceberg, he was sure that this lady was definitely a great wizard who was no less than the other three founders.

Behind him, most of the former principals showed curious expressions, only two or three seemed calm, with reserved pride.

The sound of whispers began to spread and never stopped.

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When Lynn walked up to Dumbledore holding the notes, the sky outside the window was already dark.

"How long have I been in there?" he asked softly, blinking his dry eyes.

"About six hours, completely different from when I opened the Gryffindor book. What did you experience?" Dumbledore asked curiously.