Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Including Malfoy, who would greet him respectfully every time they met.

Faintly, he read a cry for help in the other person's eyes.

This made him alert.

Subconsciously pinning the badge back on his chest, he leaned to the side calmly and looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

These little wizards looked very unusual, with dull expressions and stiff steps, like puppets.

Only when the little wizards left the room one after another did he raise his wand and skillfully cast the Disillusionment Charm.

Magic power like transparent liquid poured down from the top of his head, covering his entire body and making him blend into the environment.

The air seemed to begin to flow with the barely perceptible sound of footsteps, and he followed quietly.

Although his condition was also extremely bad, he was still not prepared to sit idly by.

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Room of Requirement.

"I don't rule out the possibility of encountering a real basilisk, but even if I did, I wouldn't necessarily be able to protect you."

Standing in front of the little wizards, Lin En had a serious expression.

"Fighting is no joke. Even with the Light Spell, danger is still unavoidable. It's not too late to leave now."

The only response he got was a silent and determined look.

"Bam—"

There was a loud bang and Hermione stumbled through the door.

"Professor! It's bad! The basilisk! The basilisk appeared near the castle gate!"

The intense exercise made her breathless and she almost fell to the ground.

"I know, Hermione. You've done great, now come with us."

Lynn said with a smile, and then walked out the door, followed by the little wizards who were ready to go.

Hermione was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

"Professor, what about Andrew?" Doris, who was following Lynn, couldn't help but ask.

"Leave him alone." Lin En sighed, "The only one who can overcome fear is yourself."

Chapter 106 Instinct and Will

The bright moon hangs high in the sky above the gloomy forbidden forest.

Lockhart walked ahead with his head down, while Harry and Ron followed quietly behind.

The two sides maintained a distance of several dozen meters and walked for nearly half an hour.

The castle behind them was looming, and they were located deeper than where Quirrell had hunted the unicorn.

Under the sparse moonlight, the shadows were long and narrow, covering the blurry footprints.

Lockhart stopped in front of an old dead tree and stared at the dead tree for a long time, which seemed to collapse at any time.

Harry and Ron took the opportunity to follow, hiding behind a tree and observing quietly.

They were surprised to find that Lockhart's body had dried up like a mummy without them noticing, just like a dead tree.

In the dim light, they heard a whisper:

"That's about it. This place is just right - as the burial place of the savior."

Before he finished his words, a red light shot out from his waist and aimed directly at the two of them.

"boom--"

Amid the explosion, dead branches fell and snowflakes flew.

A bright flare then rose into the air.

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In the castle, Andrew's tracking went smoothly.

The puppet-like little wizard paid no attention to him at all, and just walked stiffly and slowly through the dungeon area and climbed up the stairs.

He followed closely behind. At first there were only a few Slytherins, but later there came more young wizards from various colleges.

There were few people in the corridor, and they gathered together quietly without attracting any attention.

Their eyes were equally dull, except for Draco Malfoy's, which was slightly different, as if he was faintly sending a message for help.

Andrew felt a different aura of rune magic on him. There was no doubt that it was the professor's work.

Although he was rejected by Brian, a month's experience as an Auror made him quickly realize the dangerous situation of these young wizards.

He didn't dare to alert the enemy, so he could only hide in the corner and shouted softly: "Expecto Patronus!"

A silvery-white bird flew out and disappeared with a whisper.

The patronus walked further and further away, and he turned his gaze to the back of the little wizard who was walking towards the third floor.

The familiar fear came over me again, chilling me from my fingertips to my heart.

He could clearly hear the "bang bang bang" sounds, which were faster than usual, much faster.

He had a premonition that if he followed, he would be in great danger.

This is his innate ability. Although it is vague, it is extremely effective.

His stiff left hand was pressed hard against his chest, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and he almost broke the Disillusionment Spell.

"Life and death are topics that cannot be avoided. It's hard to overcome that kind of horror. I don't blame you."

Lynn's voice echoed in my ears.

The instinct deep in my heart is whispering.

"You have done enough. You have fulfilled your obligations as a classmate and your responsibilities as a prefect. No one will blame you."

“It’s never a mistake to stay out of danger.”

"Even if you follow him, what can you do when facing a dark wizard who can control so many people?"

"Professor Eric will take care of everything."

"..."

Fear is the instinct of all intelligent life.

It stems from the pursuit of the highest priority of life continuation.

People who can sense danger find it even more difficult to overcome the gap between instinct and will.

"me……"

Andrew's fingers dug deep into his chest, grabbing his wizard robe and single clothes, and almost grabbing his violently beating heart.

He once again saw himself fighting the dark wizard, and at that time he also sensed the danger.

That was the first time in his life that he felt so close to death.

"Hu-hu-"

He breathed hard, as if his entire body was buried underwater, with only his mouth and nose exposed.

In a trance, the scene before my eyes began to distort, turning into countless meaningless pictures and fragments.

He saw one dull figure and confused gaze after another.

And that struggling cry for help.

"I'm not a coward," he whispered, then shook it hard. "I'm not!"

The rapidly beating heart seemed to feel his desire and call, and slowed down in the almost suffocating pause.

The drowning-like coldness gradually dissipated, and warmth slowly flowed from the heart to every part of the body.

His legs regained strength, and the hand holding the wand became flexible again.

He took out a few runes from his pocket and held them tightly, then walked out from the corner where he was hiding, wiped the sweat from his head, and followed slowly but firmly.

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"Professor, Harry and Ron are still...!"

On the way downstairs, the anxious Hermione followed Lynn closely, praying in her heart and holding Lynn's arm tightly.

"I know they are in the Forbidden Forest, and I also know about Lockhart. He is a stupid fool who is controlled and used by someone. Nothing will happen to him." Lynn comforted him.

It is rare to see the little witch panicking.

"Lockhart is just a deliberate smokescreen thrown by that wise guy, just like he was fifty years ago," he said firmly. "The real enemy is in the Chamber of Secrets, and we are going to give him... what?"

Before he finished speaking, a silver bird came rushing over.

"Professor, there are about twenty students who are controlled by unknown black magic and have reached the third floor. Please rescue them as soon as possible."

Andrew's voice was low and trembling slightly.

"...It seems that I missed a trick. It's another stupid kid." Lin En muttered to himself and tapped his forehead lightly, "I'm worried about him."

The rune symbol condensed instantly.

"Our class is going to start earlier, everyone stand still!"

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"...!"

Outside the door of the abandoned bathroom on the third floor, Andrew, who was hiding, widened his eyes.

The sink in the middle of the bathroom split in half, revealing a large hole.

The little wizards who came out of their respective lounges lined up and slid down from the cave in an orderly manner. When he arrived, it was too late to stop them.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets

He had already guessed the truth here.

A huge sense of crisis enveloped him like a thick fog.

Without thinking too much, he rushed forward and prepared to slide down the slope.

"Go away! You are no match for him! Don't go down!" A scream came from behind the closed door. It was Crying Myrtle.

Seeing the young wizard rushing forward as if to commit suicide, she, who had experienced death and despair before, was unwilling to stand by and watch him die.

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" Andrew took a deep breath. "The professor will be here soon. I have to stop them before he gets here! Even if you are caught, I will save you."

As he said this, he leaped forward and fell down along the smooth corridor.

"Mads! They are all crazy!" The silver-white soul rushed out of the bathroom, stirring up countless splashes of water. "Those three little ghosts are also crazy, and this guy is also crazy, they are all crazy!"

Amid the roar, the dark passage slowly closed.

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First smooth, then dark and filled with slime.

Andrew felt that the slide under him had no end. There were countless pipes branching out in all directions around the painted surface, but only this one was exceptionally wide and thick, winding and extending all the way downwards in an extremely steep arc.

The concepts of time and space were blurred, and he only felt that he had fallen several hundred meters underground, or even more.

There was a faint scream coming from behind him, it seemed to be from a girl, but he didn't care about it anymore.

The light ahead gradually brightened, and before he could react, he had already fallen to the ground along the pipe that had returned to its horizontal state.

A gentle light exploded in the air, and he instinctively cast the light spell.

Then his eyes widened.

"This...what is this?"