Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

“Deal.” Ines’ eyes lit up. Fearing that Lin En might go back on his word, she opened the door and walked in.

"Headmaster, Headmaster Dumbledore, good morning."

"Good morning, both principals. I have invited Professor Garcia to come."

The two people, each with their own thoughts, walked into the room one after another and met two old people who were chatting happily.

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"Crash-"

On the bookshelf, the books fell down row by row, and then slowly rose into the air driven by magic and were neatly placed in boxes.

In the closet, robes and dresses of various styles were also arranged in the same way and stored in a small suitcase.

There were also various personal belongings and magical materials, and the tidy professor's living room was in a mess.

Ines sat on the chair with a bitter face, looking at Lin En who was drinking tea leisurely, puzzled.

[Inès, you will go back to Hogwarts with Headmaster Dumbledore and the others tomorrow. Let other professors share your lessons. You must show the style of our Castellobus!]

Principal Pollachi's opening remarks still echoed in her mind, impacting her self-perception.

Thinking of Pollachi's smiling old face, Ines became angrier and angrier, and raised her hand to slap him hard.

"bang"

The coffee table trembled slightly.

"What did you promise this old man? You let him sell me out so easily!"

Although she had already promised Lin En, she became furious when she thought of Principal Pollachi's reaction just now.

They didn't even have time to say a few more words. After telling her the result, the two old men happily walked out of the office and went to the first floor talking and laughing.

"Nothing special, just two things." Lynn held up two fingers.

He looked at Ines, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the witch in front of him and Garcia, who had worked with him for many years and was always on guard, were not the same person.

Maybe it’s because I feel more at ease at school?

It's kind of funny how straightforward it is.

"First, establish a regular exchange mechanism to send exchange students to each other, and the duration and scale of the exchange will be discussed later."

"Second, Dumbledore brought this."

Lynn flipped her wrist and a piece of parchment fell onto the table.

"!"

Inès was so shocked that she was speechless.

"Haven't you Castrobus always wanted to expand your influence beyond South America? The restored Triwizard Tournament is the best window for this."

Lin En crossed his legs leisurely and said in a light tone, "Now, our dear Professor Garcia, do you understand why President Pollachi agreed so readily?"

"This... haven't you always only played in Europe?"

“Of course, but that doesn’t mean we can’t absorb new participating schools.”

"Will Beauxbatons and Durmstrang agree?"

"Beauxbatons will certainly give me some respect. As for Durmstrang... do you think Karkaroff, a former Death Eater, has the guts to reject me?"

Lynn spoke in a brisk tone, and looked at Inès as if he were admiring precious experimental materials.

Chapter 119 Fudge

Since it was the beginning of the semester, neither Pollach nor Dumbledore had any intention of dragging their feet.

Although the subsequent details still require lengthy discussions, especially the three-way tournament scheduled to be held in nearly two years - of course, perhaps it should be changed to a four-way tournament now - it was a very quick matter to confirm the intention of cooperation.

Early on Sunday morning, as the representative of the cooperation between the two schools and the "inspector" of Castrobuse, Ines packed her bags and left the school amid the students' reluctance to leave.

She would follow Dumbledore and his party directly to Hogwarts and take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class as quickly as possible.

But the only people traveling with her were McGonagall and Snape.

There was also a batch of precious potions given back by Castrobus, including the rare Mandrake resurrection potion.

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London Underground, Ministry of Magic.

As early as yesterday's welcome dinner, Dumbledore, having successfully achieved his goal, took Lynn and returned to England without stopping.

There was not even enough time to adjust to the time difference before they were outside the office of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge early the next morning.

The Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk, and unexplainably dangerous dark magic items, the Ministry of Magic naturally has no reason to stay out of it.

The two of them came here to resolve this matter.

The warm room was filled with the sweet aroma of tea, which was not very pleasant.

The tired-looking Minister Fudge and his chief assistant, Umbridge, who looked like a toad, sat side by side and looked at Dumbledore and Lynn, who had indifferent expressions.

No one wanted to drink tea.

"Principal Dumbledore, this time a dangerous dark magic item appeared in Hogwarts, and it caused such a danger..."

As Fudge's mouthpiece, Umbridge spoke in a frighteningly disgusting tone.

Before she could finish, she saw Lin En's impatient expression, and the second half of the sentence immediately got stuck in her throat.

Fudge also felt a sudden pressure. Having received a large sum of gold Galleons from Lucius, he was now in a dilemma.

After thinking for a long time and seeing that Dumbledore did not express anything, he carefully said, "Professor Eric, was it you and your students who repelled the basilisk this time? In any case, this is a heroic feat and should be praised."

Whether it is the pure-blood family represented by Malfoy or the academic faction headed by Dumbledore, he is unwilling to confront them head-on. Instead, he hopes to ensure his own power in a way that maintains a balance of power - especially the position of "Arbitrator", although he cannot actually do it.

At least today, he has to try his best to smooth things over.

Since Umbridge's preemptive strike had failed as expected, he decisively changed his strategy and looked at the two people opposite him in a rather flattering and humble manner, just as he had done before he came on stage.

"It wasn't me who killed the basilisk, only my students." Lynn corrected him expressionlessly, "I just destroyed a soul that was lodged in a dark magic item. Instead of rewarding me, maybe the Ministry of Magic can trace its source."

"I think this may be a bit difficult. We just discussed it in the Department of Mysteries last night. After all, the dark magic item has been destroyed." Fudge looked embarrassed, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Lynn and Dumbledore arrived a little late, and a few days were enough for him to coordinate a reasonable excuse.

This is also Dumbledore's attitude.

He was always willing to give more chances to this Minister of Magic, who was becoming increasingly corrupt but ultimately harmless.

Lynn had no intention of turning hostile right now, but just looked at Fudge with a gloomy gaze, which made him feel creepy.

It was not until Fudge could no longer sit still that he said in a deep voice, "There is nothing we can do about it. So, according to the Ministry's wishes, how should this matter be concluded?"

"Announce to the public that the Chamber of Secrets fell into disrepair and was accidentally opened, releasing a dangerous basilisk, which was killed by heroic teachers and students." Umbridge said without hesitation, speaking very quickly, obviously well prepared.

Lynn didn't even look at her, just stared at Fudge: "The Enforcement Department is going to launch a large-scale search for dark magic items."

"It was only at the end of last year... Well, I agree with this proposal. It's time to eliminate social risks." Fudge wanted to refuse, but his eyes rolled and he instantly became enthusiastic.

He took the initiative to extend his hand to Lin En, "Professor Eric, I should have applied for a medal for you, but you already have the highest level, the Order of Merlin, First Class. Come to think of it, I was the one who applied for this medal back then. Time flies."

The smile on his face was so bright that it was almost flattering, and he made no secret of his intention to get closer to them.

This even shocked Umbridge.

"If there is anything, you might as well say it directly, Minister Fudge." Lynn just touched him lightly, extremely coldly.

But Fudge seemed unaware. "Next Saturday, I will host a cocktail party at my home. It would be great if you two could come."

"Thank you for your invitation, Cornelius." Dumbledore stood up. "Perhaps Lynn can represent Hogwarts and me to attend your dinner and eliminate the impact of this incident."

"I have to remind you that it's the weekend." Lynn showed resistance and disgust from the inside out.

"But I have to present awards to the children that day, which is a big project." The old man smiled and blinked, "Besides, Cornelius will definitely be happy to give them some honors. You are their professor, so it is most appropriate for you to accept it on their behalf."

Fudge leaned over and handed over the invitation with a humble attitude, which was totally unlike a minister inviting a professor.

He acquiesced to Dumbledore's proposal, as he had every time before.

Lin En gave him a meaningful look, took the invitation with one hand, and said nonchalantly, "I'll go - if I'm free."

He left the Minister's office directly, with no intention of returning to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, and went to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second underground floor.

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Until the two of them left, Fudge still had the same attentive smile on his face.

Umbridge was very confused. She thought she was Fudge's confidant, so she came forward and flattered him with an indignant gesture: "Minister, why do you indulge this Eric so much? He is not Dumbledore, but he actually despises us magic..."

"Dolores, use your brain," Fudge interrupted her impatiently, "Think about Millicent and Amelia. I'm already annoyed enough by them."

"Minister, I—" Umbridge's toad face wrinkled into a ball, "I am also speaking up for you."

"I know Eric looks down on me, but I want him to understand that I can give him everything that Millicent can give him. Power without strength is short-lived."

He, who always appeared to be a good guy, had a gloomy expression and a cold gaze that made Umbridge shiver all over.

She had always relied on flattery to gain power, and had never seen such a scene before, so she shrank back and stepped aside.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

At this moment, there was a slight sound outside the door.

Fudge glanced at Umbridge, and the gloom on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile.

"Please come in."

Chapter 120 Visitation

Hogwarts, Hospital Wing.

Most of the little wizards who had experienced the Battle of the Chamber of Secrets that day had completed the observation and examination and were happily discharged from the hospital.

Including those victims who were harmed by black magic but survived under the protection of Lynn's Purple Rune.

The only ones left here were Andrew, whose body was damaged by dark magic, and Draco Malfoy, who had multiple fractures and has not yet recovered.

The two little wizards were lying on adjacent beds at the moment, one was leaning on a cushion and reading a book bored, while the other was half asleep and half awake due to the effects of the drugs.

Andrew's bedside table was filled with flowers and gifts. His heroic performance not only won Lynn's praise, but also became widely known as the full story of the incident spread.

Even within Slytherin, there are many young wizards who are proud of their prefects - although many are also dissatisfied with this.

Outside of Slytherin, even Gryffindor, the group they were most hostile to, was impressed by this courageous act and cheered and praised it generously.

This made him feel a little overwhelmed, but he also had a very strange feeling.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey did not let this situation continue for too long. As the only person whose words had influence in the school hospital, she quickly restored order and only left the gifts.

Malfoy's cabinet was a little deserted. Apart from the gifts sent by some friends, there was only a thank-you letter - the writer of the letter was the little witch from Hufflepuff.

They had never met each other before, and the other party did not leave his name, but just sent a very expensive piece of chocolate along with the letter.

In the brief moment of lucidity Malfoy sent Crabbe and Goyle away, read the letter alone, and then locked it in a drawer.

For him, who had suffered severe fractures and whose body and mind were eroded by black magic, this was a huge project and Andrew was a little shocked.

As soon as he finished, he fell into a deep sleep and has not woken up until now.

While he was sleeping soundly, the door of the school hospital slowly opened and Lin En tiptoed in.

"teach……!"

Andrew put down the book in surprise and was about to speak when Lynn quietly stopped him.

He pointed at Draco who was still sleeping and whispered, "How about we talk in a quieter place?"

Andrew nodded vigorously, took the candy beside the bed with difficulty and handed it to his teacher.

"You can eat it yourself. I need to control my diet a little bit recently and reduce my intake of sweets."

Lynn smiled and shook her head, then with a wave of her wand, she moved the entire bed far away from Draco.

"It looks like you'll be discharged from the hospital soon."