Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Thinking back to the past, he was a powerful figure in his second year and swept the academy in his third year, but he was repeatedly defeated in front of this sharp Ravenclaw, as if he had met his nemesis, and even gradually became a laughing stock among his friends.

"I'm just stating the facts." The already imperceptible smile flashed away, and Euphemia waved her wand lightly. Several clothes flew out of the closet, forming a set of casual clothes, floating neatly in front of Lin En, "It's time to go."

"...departure?" Lin En looked confused. "Where to?"

"click"

"What on earth are you memorizing?" Euphemia's heels landed heavily on the ground, and her eyebrows were raised. "Didn't we agree to go to Diagon Alley today? To buy teaching aids and maintain wands? Do you think I came all the way here just to get mad at you?!"

“Ah! Sorry, sorry, I’ve been confused these days!” Lin En slapped his forehead and hurriedly ran into the bathroom while apologizing, “Wait for me for a few minutes!”

His fleeing look was very embarrassing, but it made Euphemia laugh heartily.

She had seen this scene in the Hogwarts library seventeen years ago.

Many years have passed, the appearance has changed, but the scene remains the same.

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"Another long-distance Apparition. Do you like showing off your magic so much?"

At the entrance, Euphemia sighed as she looked at Lin, who was neatly dressed and had a neat hairstyle.

Lynn smiled and said, "It never hurts to get some exercise."

"Hundreds of kilometers. I'm not that precise." Euphemia rolled her eyes.

"It's okay, I'll take you." Lin En said as a matter of course, "Be careful."

Before she could finish her words, the rotation of space enveloped her.

Before I even opened my eyes, the noisy noise had already reached my ears.

"Well……"

Her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, and what came into view was the booming Leaky Cauldron.

"Tom, two glasses of fire whiskey. We'll have them at noon. Prepare them for me!"

Pulling Euphemia, who had not yet recovered from the feeling of being squeezed in space, Lynn called out to the boss loudly, strode to the wall, tapped it a few times, and stepped in.

Chapter 11 Malfoy's Unlucky Life

As the school starts date approaches, families are rushing to buy supplies for the new semester.

This bustling wizard commercial street has entered its busiest phase.

Even on weekdays, there are still crowds of people here, and vendors of all sizes are busy.

In particular, the wide variety of snacks, led by Florin Fusco's ice cream shop, made a lot of money.

In front of delicious food, not only children but adults may also be unable to escape temptation.

For example, Euphemia licked her ice cream with a straight face.

This girl, who has a cold personality and rarely speaks in front of outsiders, has an unusual love for ice cream, especially the combination of yogurt, blueberry and matcha flavors.

This is exactly Mr. Fusco's masterpiece.

As soon as they entered Diagon Alley, Euphemia's mood became sunny.

"Tell me, are there any outstanding students in Beauxbatons? Besides that Veela lady."

"Beauxbatons is different from Hogwarts. Madam Maxime has strict management, the average level of students is very high, and the total number of students is much larger than that of Hogwarts. As for the more outstanding ones..."

As they chatted, laughed and asked questions, the two of them disappeared into the crowd.

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Just as Lynn and Euphemia were taking a leisurely stroll, a completely different scene was happening across the street.

In the dirty and chaotic Knockturn Alley, the boy hid in a dark cupboard and looked outside through the gap.

In the strange shop, he saw Malfoy and his son.

In order to maintain his luxurious life and upper-class status and prevent the Ministry of Magic from raiding, this wealthy man had to come to Borgin and Burke's to sell his family collections and a batch of dark magic items in exchange for a bag of heavy gold Galleons.

Just as he and Borgin had said, the failure of the Wizarding War caused the bloodline to decline in this era.

Although Dumbledore held a reformist stance, he did not completely liquidate the system and even stopped people who tried to do so on many occasions.

But the trend is irreversible, unless...

After Lucius left, Harry tried to peer out through his broken glasses.

It was not until Borgin returned to the back room that he quietly slipped out, bypassed the Hand of Glory, and left this dangerous dark magic shop.

But his danger was not over yet.

Borgin and Burke's was only the largest shop on this dark alley, not the only one.

Several ragged dark wizards whispered to him.

The eerie old witch appeared before him.

The atmosphere was creepy.

"Harry! What are you doing here?"

Just when he was in danger of being entangled by the old witch, a loud voice pulled him out of the suffocating feeling of almost drowning.

Hagrid, the burly half-giant and game keeper of Hogwarts, strode towards him. His powerful aura and bright dark eyes made the dark wizard flee in panic.

After the fall of the Dark Lord, they were reduced to mere mortals, unable to see the slightest bit of sunlight.

But it was too early for Harry to come in contact with such dangerous scum.

He was still very young, but fortunately, he was never alone.

After this small episode, he successfully met up with the Weasley and Granger families and continued today's shopping.

Although the process was not pleasant - especially after seeing the Weasley family's difficult financial situation.

He was a little embarrassed by his kind nature, but his scarce experience made him not know what to say or do. He could only take out his wallet when he was free with Ron and Hermione, buy the most luxurious ice cream for his friends, and listen to what they had to say.

What’s endearing is that his personality is nothing like his father’s—at least not like his father before he turned over a new leaf.

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"Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography signing... Tsk!"

Near noon, outside Flourish and Blotts, Euphemia snorted disdainfully as she looked at the giant photo of Lockhart.

The two people who were one class older than Lockhart had a very bad impression of this man, especially Euphemia, who was also from Ravenclaw.

"Just a clown who's good at self-marketing." Lynn's comment hit the nail on the head. "Let's go. We still need to buy some alchemical supplies. The ones I left at Beauxbatons are a bit old. Do you want me to help you fix them?"

"Okay." Euphemia turned and left without hesitation, not forgetting to look at Lin En, and added, "It just so happens that you have nothing to do."

The hair brushed against Lynn's face, causing a slight itch.

But he just looked at the corner of the street and gently pulled Euphemia to him: "Look over there, there is an old acquaintance."

His eyes were clearly not friendly.

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Lucius is in a bad mood today.

The family deficit continued to grow, making the Malfoy family, who had already paid most of their fortune to avoid imprisonment, even worse off.

Now, Arthur Weasley and his meaningless Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts would conduct surprise inspections every now and then, making him extremely anxious and he had no choice but to sell off his dark magic items.

Coupled with his son who was hanging out in the broom shop and causing him no peace of mind, the middle-aged man's troubles were concentrated on this gloomy and annoying guy.

His face was gloomy and his temperament was sinister. Even when he didn't speak, it was as if he had a sign saying "Keep Out" hanging on his chest.

But just as he was sulking, a sarcastic voice came from the alley.

"Lucius, I haven't seen you for a few years. You really have gone backwards."

Lynn and Euphemia walked side by side, standing on the slope in front of Lucius, looking down from above.

"Eric...and Fox, what do you want to do?"

Lucius instinctively took several steps back, his tone pretending to be tough, but his arms were shaking slightly.

"What do you want to do? Good question." Lynn only took two or three steps forward, and the vague murderous aura entangled Lucius. "You know it well, don't you?"

"The Wizengamot has already ruled me not guilty. I was under the Imperius Curse. Do you want to do something to an innocent person like me? Dumbledore approves of this verdict!"

Lucius stumbled back, his pretense of toughness gone.

In order to save his life, he even brought out Dumbledore, whom he hated the most.

He was really afraid that this madman in front of him would attack him.

November is dyed red with blood, and there are human figures dyed red with blood, regardless of friend or foe.

Those images, those figures standing side by side with Lin En, are still the source of nightmares that wake him up countless times in the middle of the night.

As for resistance, he had never had such a naive and stupid idea.

Holding on to his last bit of dignity, he pursed his lips tightly and leaned against the wall.

His whole body was shaking like a sieve, but at least he did not collapse to the ground.

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Lynn didn't do it after all.

After witnessing Lucius's ugly appearance, he put away his momentum and took out a white glove.

One after another, the white gloves slapped his cheeks, not causing much damage, but extremely insulting.

"The only reason you're not in Azkaban is because you're so incompetent, Lucius. So incompetent that Dumbledore doesn't even bother to pay attention to you."

Lynn threw the gloves and Lucius' dignity into the dust, then slowly stepped on them.

Lucius's face turned pale and blue, but he didn't dare to show any displeasure.

"Have you seen my letter of appointment, Mr. Director?" Lin En smiled contemptuously, "You can't do anything, it must be sad, but it doesn't matter, we still have a long time to spend together."

Admiring Lucius's wonderful expression, Lynn felt much better and left slowly, leaving Lucius sitting against the wall, sweating profusely, as if he had escaped death.

At this moment, he didn't know that soon, for that plan that he thought was brilliant, he would be beaten by Arthur.

If Lynn had crushed his soul, Arthur would trample upon his body.

For him, today is the unluckiest day in recent years.

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"There's no need to be angry at this kind of person."

At the alley, Euphemia said with concern.

"Of course I'm not angry, I just want to provoke him. If a person is not calm, he will be vulnerable, especially a guy like Lucius who has a brain the size of an almond." Lynn said calmly, "Besides, if I don't scare him, he and Fudge will be in cahoots and it will be disgusting."

"That makes sense." Euphemia nodded. "Let's go, we're almost there."

About thirty or fifty meters away, a small, shabby shop stood on the corner.

The golden signboard has lost its gilding, leaving only a dark depression with the words faintly visible:

Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 BC

Chapter 12 The Wand is the Lifeblood of a Wizard

Every year at the beginning of the school year, Mr. Ollivander is extremely busy.

From floor to ceiling, the tiny shop is filled with meticulously crafted wands, each one a masterpiece.

In addition to new wizards and wizards who accidentally break their wands, this humble little shop also welcomes many customers who come to London from all over the world every day just to buy a wand.