Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

An ocean of magic spread out from the faint light, and in just a moment, it covered the entire classroom.

The refreshing and cool air makes everyone seem to be immersed in the clear lake water, and as if they are being massaged by countless small hands.

In the blink of an eye, the fatigue and tiredness from days of revelry were swept away, replaced by full of energy.

"I think this will help you concentrate on the lesson. Please pick up the puppet on the table and let's start practicing."

Lynn smiled, put away his wand nonchalantly, and walked down the platform under the students' admiring gazes.

A new week begins.

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During lunch, Dumbledore announced that the Ministry of Magic would award honors to young wizards.

There was a chorus of envy from the audience.

Although it is not the highly anticipated Order of Merlin, any medal means honor and status in the wizarding world.

There was endless discussion, and people's attention was focused on Lin En, who was absent last time and had now returned to school.

Especially those little wizards who rejected the invitation from the Stargazer Club for various reasons.

A single thought deviates them from the opportunity to gain honor.

Harry and the other two sat together as usual. Compared to the cheering of her two good friends, Hermione seemed very calm.

She's Lynn on the observation deck.

After not seeing her for a few days, she felt that Lin En's mental state was very different, and her clothes had also changed a little.

The golden violet pattern is not eye-catching, but it makes his temperament more friendly and sunny.

This made her curious and she wanted to find out.

Just then, Doris, who was sitting at the adjacent long table, came over mysteriously and poked him with her elbow.

"Senior Doris?" Hermione turned around.

"Do you think the professor is different?" Doris said with a sly smile, "Look at his clothes and necklace."

"Xiang...Oh my God! I know!" The little witch covered her mouth and exclaimed, "It was given by someone! A Valentine's Day gift?!"

"Hehehe~ Who could have sent it?" Doris seemed very gossipy at this moment, with a meaningful smile.

Soon, the chattering sound spread out with the two of them as the center.

Even honest people like Percy and Andrew were not immune to the trend and came forward to whisper together.

Gryffindor and Slytherin, two incompatible houses, actually gathered at a long table.

Such a spectacle is rare even in history.

The instigator of all this was unaware of this. He was just chatting and laughing with Professor Sprout while silently planning his afternoon arrangements.

His eyes were fixed on Inès, who was not far away.

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"Do you have to be so impatient?"

Professor Garcia had no classes in the afternoon and was about to take a nap when he met an uninvited guest.

Looking at the smiling Lin En, she was nervous and helpless as she knew exactly what he was doing, and had no choice but to let him in.

"Your room is much nicer than Lockhart's. That embroidered pillow only has all kinds of stupid photos hanging on it." Lynn wasn't polite to her at all. She walked straight to the sofa and waved her wand, and the yellowed parchment fell on the table.

"Tsk... I don't feel complimented when I'm compared to someone like that."

Inès muttered to herself, walked forward with the solemnity of someone ready to die, and sat down next to Lynn.

They have to study the course curse set by Voldemort decades ago, a problem that has been difficult to solve to this day.

Her face looked very ugly.

Even though she was one of the wizards with the highest anti-curse skills in the world, and with Lin En sitting next to her, it took great courage for her to directly face and explore the power of the Dark Lord.

After all, that was a peerless existence standing at the top that was just out of her reach.

"Relax, you are an expert, Ines." Lynn smiled and picked up the parchment scroll, slowly spreading it out.

The beautiful and mysterious words revealed their true appearance, and even Ines could not make out what they were, she could only feel a mysterious aura.

It doesn't seem to be text, but some symbols left over from ancient times.

"Look at it, Inès, and clear your mind. Do as we agreed before."

Lynn's voice seemed to be far away, looming in Ines' ears, drawing her gaze.

"Spell of Apparition."

She drew out her wand and skillfully cast her own original spell to break the curse, tapping the air in front of her.

"Swish"

The fluctuations of magical power rose and fell in the empty office, like wisps of gray-black mist.

It was the breath of a curse, obscure and strange.

This curse is not that curse, and it is not the traditional expression to describe and measure black magic.

Rather, it is some kind of "prophecy" mediated by the soul.

It's not black magic, but it's more evil than black magic.

Even with Ines's magical powers, it was difficult to see through its true inner qualities. She was just seeing things in the fog, caught in an invisible struggle, and beads of sweat on her forehead condensed in an instant.

"Lynn... do it!" she said with difficulty.

At the same time, the parchment on the table began to glow faintly.

All other symbols disappeared, leaving only a pattern that looked like the sun.

Lynn calmly pulled out her wand, "Give it to me."

"Dags!"

The rune, symbolizing dawn and enlightenment, quickly condensed and landed right on the sun pattern.

The morning light breaks, and the warm light rises, dispelling the haze and darkness in the air.

The fog shrouding the curse completely dissipated.

Inès' eyes widened. The bright flash should have blinded her, but it only brought her comfort.

She seemed to see through her own body and see the essence of her inner soul.

And, I saw a darkness hidden in the deepest part that was difficult to expel.

That is Voldemort's curse, the monster that has been lurking in Hogwarts Castle for decades and is lingering around.

"this……!"

Inès' eyes were filled with shock, and her whole body was shaking slightly involuntarily.

"Calm down." Lin En patted her shoulder, "Leave it to me."

He drew his wand and pointed it at the darkness hidden in the light.

It vaguely revealed the shape of a scale.

Chapter 132 The Scales of Doom and Death

“I didn’t expect it to be this…”

Inès murmured to herself, full of helplessness.

When they saw this darkness, she and Lynn knew about the curse cast by Voldemort.

Its name is well-known in the field of curse studies.

Death of Roland

This is a very distinctive name, full of the romance of a brave man, but it was not created by a French wizard.

It comes from faraway South America and is said to have been created by a dark wizard who traveled around Europe in the Middle Ages. It is notorious.

It has another nickname that is more popular.

"I thought that someone like Tom who looked down on ancient magic would use some more tricky and vicious curses." There was more solemnity and surprise in Lin En's eyes.

"The scales of doom and death..." Fear and helplessness flashed in Inès' eyes.

She trembled as she picked up a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp. "You really have caused me a lot of trouble."

Now she finally understood why even someone as powerful as Dumbledore couldn't break the curse.

Compared to the extremely complex and vicious curses that often appear in ancient tombs and ruins, [Roland's Death] is not complicated, and can even be said to be simple and crude.

It was like he was putting two souls on a scale. As long as the caster's magic power and soul were stronger than the cursed, he would be beset with misfortune - and in the competition, the caster would have a natural advantage.

At first, the bad luck will be subtle, but over time, the dark magic will grow stronger.

The longer it is delayed, the more dangerous it will be, until that one-year anniversary.

No matter how powerful a wizard is, if he is cursed for a whole year, he will become doomed to misfortune.

This bad luck is not fate, but a physical and mental influence like a elixir.

The working principle of the Fuling drug is to elevate a person's physical and mental state to the extreme, prompting him to make the right choice at every node.

The working principle of [Roland's Death] is the opposite of it, and to a greater extent.

It will wear down the body, drain the spirit, and gradually cloud the perception. It is extremely dangerous.

Repeated wrong choices will lead the cursed wizard to failure and disaster, but this is far from the end.

Because even if someone realizes this, it’s useless.

The temptation of black magic hidden under the curse will subtly make all those cursed tend to be adventurous and impulsive.

This is also the real reason why [Scales of Doom and Death] got its name.

Many people die in this impulse.

In thousands of years of magical practice, generations of anti-curse masters have already found ways to deal with this curse. In other occasions, it is no longer a terrifying spell that makes people terrified, but here is an exception.

Because the caster is Voldemort, his magical power is unmatched in the world and even in history.

Although his soul is broken, his magical power is still unfathomable due to the blessing of Slytherin's heritage of strength.

This is his greatest advantage, and it is also because of this that his Unforgivable Curse has such terrifying power.

Under the power of the curse itself, the strength of one was weakened while the other was weakened, and even Dumbledore, who was one step ahead of him, found it difficult to suppress him.

The simpler and more brutal the magic, the less clever ways to deal with it there are.

Inès took a deep breath and said, "I can't solve this curse. Not only me, but even the best anti-curse master can't do it."

She was speaking from the heart. Facing Voldemort's overt conspiracy and naked magical confrontation, this was no longer a competition of magic and skills.

Lin En remained silent. He thought of several Defense Against the Dark Arts professors he had when he was studying.

There are outstanding Aurors, retired bounty hunters, and Voldemort's undercover agent who was killed by him personally.

Each of them seemed normal at first, and some even lasted for more than half a year, but just a few months before the end of the school year, misfortune suddenly enveloped them. Some of them barely escaped unscathed, while others were not so lucky.

Especially the undercover agent who died at his hands, Scott Campbell.

At that time, he failed to avoid the stun spell, and when he was knocked flying, his head hit the stone pillar and he died on the spot.

This was not the level of a first-rate Death Eater, and it surprised Lynn, who had thought it would take a little while.

He also thought of several "colleagues" who would most likely appear in the future and their "original fate."

He originally thought that it was some powerful curse that took effect directly at a certain point, or it was simply a coincidence.

Now it seems that this is not an accident, but a kind of inevitability.

Even Voldemort's minions were not immune.

It is an indiscriminate means of attack, like a contract with the castle.

As long as one enters the school as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, or in some other similar capacity, it is tantamount to accepting the terms of the contract and entering the arena with the Dark Lord.