Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"See you next summer!"

At the critical moment, the Weasley family's magic car rushed towards the moon and rescued the trapped Harry.

Harry shouted and laughed at his Uncle Vernon's roar.

After a month of miserable summer vacation, he breathed the air of freedom again.

Hedwig took off, gliding beside them like a ghost, wings spread out with joy.

Inside the car, four people leaned back in their chairs, laughing until they were out of breath.

Even for the prank masters Fred and George, tonight's experience was exciting enough to make them forget the storm they might encounter when they returned home.

After a brief moment of excitement, Harry was entangled by the anxious Ron and told him everything he had experienced.

From Dobby's appearance, to his warning, to the smashed pudding and Uncle Vernon's "imprisonment", everything happened exactly as it happened without any exaggeration, but it still caused the other three to fall into a long silence.

To these young kids, this story was indeed a bit scary and suspicious.

But with just the four of them, without the "real brain" Miss Granger to give advice, it was obviously impossible to find the crux of the problem. The best they could do was point the finger at the almighty scapegoat, the Malfoy family.

After a collective condemnation, the matter was put to rest.

The old Muggle car sped through the night sky until a red glow appeared on the eastern horizon.

The village of Ottery-St. Catchpole was not far away.

Looking down from mid-air, there is a crooked building, which is hard to tell whether it is a "house" or not, standing in a corner of the village, with four or five chimneys on top.

Maybe... this house was really built with magic?

Harry muttered to himself, but he didn't feel awkward. Instead, he felt a bit of warmth.

The car landed next to the dilapidated garage, and a corner of the red sun appeared between the trees.

Its daybreak.

Chapter 8 Professor Eric's "Home Visit"

"This is my home, right in the village, it's not that great," said Ron.

"No, it's absolutely wonderful," Harry responded happily and sincerely, thinking of Privet Drive.

"...That's good." Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "Have you heard? We're going to add a new course this year, Ancient Runes, and it's going to be compulsory."

"I think it was mentioned during Easter...right?"

In Harry's memory, Hogwarts campus life seemed very distant.

Moreover, compared with the magnificent "Sorcerer's Stone Adventure", the changes in the course schedule are not within the scope of this little lion's concern.

"Mrs. Babel's class is very boring, with all kinds of literature. Maybe you will need our candy for skipping class."

George walked forward and winked at Harry as he directed the car to stop.

"For Harry's sake, little Ronnie, I'll give you a discount."

Fred also tiptoed over, took over the conversation tacitly, pointed at the door of the burrow, and lowered his voice.

"Now we go upstairs quietly until Mum comes to call us for breakfast, then Ron runs downstairs and yells 'Look who's here Mum!' and she won't notice us using the car. Got it?"

Harry and Ron nodded like chicks pecking at rice, followed the twins closely, and slipped into the house in what they thought was stealth.

"Harry, come with me," Ron whispered. "I'm sleeping right next to -"

"bang"

Before he could finish his words, he bumped into George's back.

Sensing the vague murderous aura, he turned around and stood there in a daze like his brother, his body shaking slightly unconsciously.

Harry was sure it was the first time he had ever seen Ron's face turn that frighteningly green.

Behind him, the chickens and ducks in the yard fled in all directions. Harry was surprised to see the kind-looking fat woman transformed into a saber-toothed tiger with its bloody mouth wide open - although he had only seen it in books.

"Ah," said Fred.

“Oh my god,” George said.

"…We're done." Ron came to an objective conclusion.

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When the sun rose completely from the horizon, the three sleepy Weasley brothers and the excited Harry walked into the garden together.

"If I find another goblin when I check, you just wait and see!"

The roar was still ringing in their ears. The three brothers yawned and complained, but they did not dare to slow down at all.

The goblin screamed and struggled, but it was in vain. He was easily thrown twenty feet away and landed in the field outside the hedge.

"I don't know what the ancient runes were all about. I'm British and I'm not an archaeologist! It's really confusing!"

Working swiftly, Ron returned to the previous topic with a lively expression.

"Runes..."

"Ron, I can't pretend I didn't hear that. If you say that at school, I'll take points off Gryffindor."

Harry was about to agree when a pleasant male voice sounded beside him. He turned his head and a pair of clear amber eyes appeared in his sight, with a faint smile.

"E...Uncle Eric! You came so early today!"

Before Harry could express his confusion, Ron had already thrown away the obstructing goblin, and without caring that he was covered in dirt, he flew forward and prepared to give Harry a hug.

Then he was stopped.

The gentle magic kept his dirty little hands about ten centimeters away from Lynn.

"Please wash your hands. I just changed my clothes."

"Hey...wait a minute!" Ron scratched his head carelessly, then belatedly remembered something, his eyes widened, "What did you just say about deductions?"

Fred and George, who didn't hear Lynn's greeting clearly, also came over.

"Yes, it's just as you think." Lynn poked Ron's forehead with his hand, "From September onwards, you should call me Professor Eric. Unfortunately, I'm the professor who 'does archaeology for no apparent reason' as you said, although it has been renamed Runes and Ancient Magic."

"Alas!!!!!!"

A loud exclamation mixed with excitement and disbelief echoed over the Burrow.

Harry's little face was filled with confusion.

Now he still had no idea who this man he was meeting for the first time was.

Looks like a new professor at Hogwarts?

Looking at Lynn's neat Muggle attire, which was rare among wizards, he tilted his head.

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"I can't believe that Muggles have something so amazing. You have such good taste as always!"

In the kitchen and living room of the Burrow, Arthur Weasley, who had just been slumped over, seemed to be fully wound up, his face flushed, and he praised Lynn endlessly.

In his hand was a rare item that Lynn had obtained from Finland not long ago.

The first 2G network mobile phone in human history.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Fred coughed violently and made eyes.

"Hmm?" Following his son's gaze, Mr. Weasley saw the gloom on his wife's face and said quickly, "Hmm! It is very wrong for you to drive this car out to pick up Harry privately, children! You must learn from this!"

"This at least shows that the transformation was successful and its safety is guaranteed. We just need to be more careful next time." Lynn also spoke at the right time, calming Mrs. Weasley's anger in a gentle voice.

In front of the guests, Molly couldn't say anything. She could only snort coldly and walk into the kitchen to fiddle with the new kitchen utensils that Lin En brought.

Every time Lynn visited someone, the gifts she brought were exactly what she and her husband liked, and this time was no exception.

"I knew that Uncle Eric could handle it." Ron leaned back on the sofa happily and whispered to Harry.

"Who is this Mr. Eric...?" Harry asked as he looked at Lynn and Arthur who were chatting and laughing.

"He is an old friend of my parents. He often comes to our house and brings us a lot of delicious food and fun things every time. He is a very capable person." Ron tried his best to exhaust the few words in his mind.

Fred joked, "In my mother's eyes, he is probably the most powerful wizard besides Lockhart. He is a very versatile wizard."

"But worse than Lockhart - she worships him from the bottom of her heart." George added with a smirk, reminding Harry of the book Mrs. Weasley had pulled out not long ago.

I think it's called "Gilderoy Lockhart Teaches You How to Get Rid of Household Pests" or something?

He is indeed a handsome man, even from a male perspective.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Lynn, who was chatting and laughing with Mr. Weasley, and compared them secretly.

It seems... Professor Eric is more handsome.

Especially those eyes, they always seem to smile at everyone they see, making people feel close to them unconsciously.

"Let's go." Ron pulled Harry's sleeve and whispered, "Don't let Mom come to her senses, or she'll be scolded again, and Uncle Eric won't be able to save us then."

"Oh... okay." Harry obediently stood up and prepared to go upstairs with Ron, but before he was halfway there, Professor Eric's eyes shifted from Mr. Weasley to him.

To be precise, it was transferred to several Weasleys and him who were rushing forward to escape.

“Don’t leave in a hurry. I’m here to give you a home visit before school starts.” Lynn still looked so gentle, but Harry felt an inexplicable strange feeling.

It's like... it's like meeting those strict teachers at school when I still lived in Privet Drive.

Fortunately, thankfully, just as he was trembling inside, Percy came down from upstairs.

"Senior... Eric! You're here! I have almost practiced the spell you taught me last time, but I'm still a little confused." As soon as he saw Lin En, he showed a surprised expression.

"Good morning, Percy." Lynn's eyes were filled with appreciation. "I think we can discuss this later. Of course, there's plenty of time after we get back to Hogwarts. Do you mind joining my club?"

"Eh? You mean... the Professors Club at Hogwarts?!"

Percy, who always followed the rules, rushed into the living room, not even noticing his brother who squeezed past him. Lynn stood up and said, "Yes, I will be your professor of Runes and Ancient Magic. I remember you got an O in Ancient Runes, so I guess you will be in my advanced class, right?"

"Of course! It's my honor!"

Under Mrs. Weasley's doting gaze, her proudest son seemed flattered.

Chapter 9 Harry's New World

Harry could vouch for the fact that he had never seen a nicer home than the Burrow.

Ron's room was a bright orange-yellow colour - with Chudley Cannons posters everywhere.

Fred and George who always come to joke with me.

Ginny, who was as delicate as a doll, ran away with a red face as soon as she saw herself.

Even the ghoul that was always banging on the pipes amused him.

It was a far cry from life on Privet Drive.

At the dinner table in the evening, looking at the magic books piled on the sofa, Harry's mood was not affected at all.

Even though he didn't like reading very much, especially the ancient runic textbooks which were known for being boring.

Magical Talisman Collection

"Ancient Magical Runes: A Simple Introduction"

Magic Dictionary

Magical Phonetic Table

The words that used to make me feel daunted whenever I saw the titles of books now seemed to come alive under the influence of a good mood, especially the thick textbook at the top with Lynn Eric's name written on it.

The Transformation of Magic Runes: Modern Application of Ancient Magic

Different from the old-fashioned classic textbooks, this book is lively in appearance. The leaping unknown symbols are like soft feathers, stirring his heart and making him want to open it directly.

But looking at Lynn who was discussing some profound-sounding spell with Percy, he felt that this was impolite, so he could only suppress his expectations and struggle with the roasted chicken thigh - eating it with Ron until his mouth was full of oil.

I saw Ginny out of the corner of my eye. Maybe because she was nervous, she accidentally dropped her sleeve on the plate, getting some butter on it. Her pretty little face turned red all the way to the roots of her hair.

Luckily he was the only one who noticed, and it was cute.