Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

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Taylor's Potion Shop, Diagon Alley, London.

The air was filled with the slightly sweet and fishy smell of the venom of the giant eight-eyed spider. The slightly plump wizard and potion expert Alex Taylor was concentrating on brewing the potion.

Valentine's Day, this special day, is just an ordinary weekend for him.

This is a man who is devoted to potions.

But he was a little different today, as if he was still in shock.

He stirred the liquid in the crucible, scratched his fluffy dark brown hair, and said to himself:

"Are they really together?"

"Could it be that stupid Amanda is right?"

"That shouldn't be the case... No, I have to ask Victor for details..."

"Or let Amanda ask? She's free anyway, and she has the best relationship with Fei..."

"Yes, let's do it!" He slapped his forehead hard, and smiled, but when he lowered his head slightly, his handsome features quickly wrinkled again, "It's over! I stirred too much!"

The potion worth nearly a hundred Galleons had turned into a black paste, and he was so heartbroken that he almost fainted.

Asking for help was thrown out of the window.

But this may not be a blessing in disguise.

Otherwise, Miss Fei's anger might not be something that two gossipers who are not good at fighting can bear.

This is a blessing in disguise in a sense.

Chapter 130 No Time to Stop

"...From what I understand about Helga, the key to maintaining magic in her eyes is the cycle, so I used it on the ring. But it's not perfect yet."

In the evening, the golden-red glow had not yet faded. The two people who had spent a leisurely day sat at the desk and picked up Lynn's notes.

Exploring the mysteries of magic has become an indispensable part of their lives.

After sharing their innermost feelings with each other, they still enjoyed the conversation even on such a special day.

From the initial wand resonance to the three major techniques of casting, maintenance and intensity control, Lynn held nothing back.

No one could be trusted more than Euphemia.

Her talent and understanding were enough to understand and master these profound magical knowledge. In fact, because of Lin En's detailed explanation, her efficiency was much higher than when she taught herself.

She quickly understood the essence of these four magical skills, which progressed from the simplest to the most complex. She was amazed and gained more enlightenment.

She asked softly, "It's been hard these years, right?"

"Why do you say that? Isn't it the same as always?" Lin En turned his head away inconspicuously, "I'll go make a cup of coffee."

"Come back," said Euphemia, "you can't hide it from me."

"..."

Lynn sat down in silence.

"Is this the knowledge that can help a piece of wood like you to open up?" She touched her cheek, "I always thought it could help you."

"Of course you can help me, and you are much more important than anyone else." Lynn said, "But someone has to take care of the most difficult guys."

"I don't understand. I'm not afraid of danger." She said calmly, but there were tears in her eyes. "You can only see magic and those plans... without me?"

The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart for many years and accumulated during the long separations rose up and turned into grievances. This is the aftermath of happiness.

"I've been watching you. But I can't take the risk that Alice and Lily took."

Lynn said seriously, "I'm not a genius like Dumbledore, even though they think I am, you know."

What happened to Frank and Alice brought him more than just the pain of losing a close friend.

"but I……"

Euphemia was about to speak when she was interrupted.

"I know you're not afraid, but I am not. I can't imagine a future like that."

Lynn raised his wand, and the bookcase in the corner opened, revealing a mountain of parchment files.

“I must never stop pursuing, even if what I gain is only a tiny bit of growth.”

"Dumbledore is wrong about one thing. It's not that I'm not anxious, it's just that the reason I'm anxious is different from theirs."

“Time is a fair and cruel thing, and I am afraid of the loss caused by my own inability.”

"So I dare not and cannot stop, let alone let anyone know that you are more special than Amanda and the others - although I am not doing a good job on this point. I rely on you too much, so that everyone knows that you are the most important, which is very dangerous."

"Lin..." Euphemia hesitated as she was about to say something. She hugged him silently and pulled him to her chest. "No one will ask you to do better. You are the most outstanding wizard."

"I hope that day will come." Lynn whispered, the clear heartbeat close to her ears.

"I have never ignored you, not even for a single day. But I am not brave. It is Helga's inheritance that gives me more courage and confidence."

He stood up, hugged the girl, and said solemnly: "You are the most important person to me in this world, so... please forgive me for wasting your best time."

"You are such a scoundrel... No way!" Euphemia murmured in a low voice, "It's not that simple. You must compensate me until I am satisfied."

Lynn bowed his head silently, pretending to listen attentively, just as he had done every time they had a disagreement over the past decade or so.

"How can you best compensate me? This is really a difficult question." Euphemia picked up the notebook on the table, held it in her arms as if it were a treasure, and smiled playfully, "Just start by teaching me all of this. You have to do this every Sunday in the future. Don't regret it!"

A myriad of emotions intertwined in her eyes, and then quietly disappeared, leaving only a pure smile.

It is not the most familiar intellectual beauty, but pure tenderness and joy that is heart-warming.

Countless days and nights spent together have already built an indestructible bridge across the two hearts.

The faint moonlight fell from the sky, and I could just happen to see the vague silhouettes of young swallows flying into the forest.

The most magical thing about feelings is that they cannot be explained by reason.

The accumulation of years has given the heavy emotions more fragrance like fine wine, which is particularly intoxicating.

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An unnamed icy lake somewhere in Northern Europe.

The permafrost locks the bloody smell in the whiteness.

As time went by, the house that had lost its owner gradually became dilapidated and disorderly, but no one came.

The person living here also happens to be a dark wizard who has been exiled from society.

No one will care about his life or death, it's as if he had never existed.

And in this dilapidated lakeside cottage, the eerie black flame began to tremble slightly after being silent for many days.

"Lynn Eric... damned mudblood..."

The trembling voice was filled with endless pain.

His soul, which was weakened to the extreme, made him able to feel the destruction of the Horcrux, especially the largest soul that had absorbed his remaining soul and even had the potential to become the master.

Its complete annihilation caused the already severely damaged Voldemort to experience unprecedented torture, even more desperate than the day he died at the hands of Lily Potter.

In the past month, he thought his soul was going to be torn apart countless times, and he returned from hell countless times, struggling to survive in the torture of life and death dilemma - he could neither die nor live.

It is as if the soul is placed under a millstone, spinning and grinding endlessly until it turns into powder, but there is no way to be freed.

The Dark Lord, who was exploring immortality, realized for the first time that "living" itself was sometimes a punishment.

But he survived after all.

Not only that, just as the split soul took over part of his broken soul, the destruction of the Horcrux certainly destroyed part of his soul, but it also retained some remnants and fragments, which returned to the original body in the harsh cold wind.

In the dark and despair, its remaining soul grew stronger again, but also became more broken and riddled with holes.

But he survived after all.

With fear, hatred, disgust and relief, it regained consciousness, although it was weaker than ever before.

A dark shadow staggered in front of him, without saying a word, like a sculpture.

He tightened his face in exhaustion, his soul flickering like a candle in the wind or a lamp in the rain, but growing stronger bit by bit.

"……Owner."

The hoarse sound was like rubbing a broken saw against a hard table leg, extremely harsh.

The emerald green flames rose with the breath of sin, carrying with them the souls of those who had died in unknown places.

The firelight illuminated the charred figure, which was so broken that only half of its limbs were left, but it was hovering on the border between life and death.

There is no sign of life, but it maintains the bottom line of existence in a special state.

"It seems... it finally succeeded."

The nourishment of black magic made him struggle to open his eyes and look at the loyal servant who was half dead in front of him.

"Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Your loyalty will be rewarded."

"Become part of the great Dark Lord."

The dark ghost shadows spread and the atmosphere was eerie.

"We have to leave."

Fueled by anger and supported by hatred, the Dark Lord, who was already like a stray dog, fled once again and disappeared into the horizon.

Chapter 131 Voldemort's Curse

Early Monday morning, the young wizards, who had not yet recovered from the weekend's revelry, stumbled out of the common room.

Being happy is being happy, celebrating the festival is celebrating the festival, but at the beginning of a new week, you still have to attend all the classes you have to attend.

The first-year wizards walked into the classroom of Rune and Ancient Magic in a half-asleep state and met Lin En, who looked refreshed.

"Good morning, Professor Eric..."

The weak greetings were scattered here and there.

"Good morning, kids." The smile on Lynn's face did not fade at all because of the little wizard's tiredness.

He was in high spirits and asked with great interest, "It seems like you had a busy weekend?"

"Yes..." Ginny said weakly, "It's so full that I can't open my eyes at all."

Only Luna seemed as calm as ever.

Even a carnival holiday can't break her rhythm of life unless she encounters something new and interesting.

"Professor, you look very happy today." She asked softly. The girl was always very observant.

"Yes, I am really happy today. Or rather, I have been very happy recently." Lynn said with a smile.

He raised his wand gently, "So, in order for you to share this joy with me, I decided to give you a brand new ancient magic."

"Ancient magic?!" Ginny was no longer sleepy.

Since getting rid of Tom's diary, the lively little girl has become more and more cheerful.

She looks more and more like her brothers.

Around her, the sleepy little wizards also perked up at the same time.

As a grade with very few opportunities to practice, they have never seen any real ancient magic.

In an instant, the feeling of anticipation overwhelmed sleepiness, and eager eyes were fixed on Lynn and the wand in his hand.

"This magic comes from the legendary King Igor's expedition. It was created by the wizard who followed him. It has miraculous healing powers. Look carefully."

Lynn swung his wand gently, and specks of blue light sprayed into the air. It was completely different from the spell he had used at St. Mungo's, but it carried a similar aura.

"In the name of Igor, the blue body!"