Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Mr. Garrick Ollivander is truly the most outstanding wand maker of our time.

The discount on new wands agreed with Hogwarts brought the old man's reputation to a new peak.

The cost of a wand is definitely more than just a few Galleons. Even with the funding from Hogwarts, the old man still made huge concessions.

For most people, the first wand bought from Ollivander's Wand Shop is basically a lifelong companion, and this bond gives it a special and lofty status in the entire wizarding world.

Wherever he goes, he will receive special respect and courtesy.

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Waiting quietly outside the door, Lynn's mood became brighter as he watched the little wizards who came into the store to buy wands walk out happily accompanied by their families.

Perhaps because he rarely experienced such peace and tranquility when he was studying, he was particularly envious.

The Wizarding War was brutal, for everyone who experienced it, and time gone by can never be regained.

"Come in, sir. It's your turn now. Buying or repairing?"

An old but powerful voice brought him back to his senses. A quiet blonde girl was walking down the stairs accompanied by her father.

When their eyes met, she inadvertently turned her head and met Lin En's eyes.

Her silver eyes naturally brought out an ethereal temperament, and her slightly protruding eyeballs made her seem to always reveal a hint of surprise.

Lynn recognized her, but they just passed by.

Entering the shop, he greeted politely: "Hello, Mr. Ollivander, my friend and I would like you to inspect and maintain our wands for us. Thank you very much."

As he spoke, he placed his wand carefully on the counter.

"Is this Mr. Eric and Miss Fox? We haven't seen each other for several years?" Compared with Luna, Mr. Ollivander's silver-white eyes showed more traces of time, but they still glowed faintly in the dim little house.

He recognized the two people at a glance and a look of delight appeared on his face.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, it's been about four years. The last time I serviced my wand was also when I had it serviced. It has always been in great condition." Lynn nodded politely, complimenting the other party's superb skills just the right amount.

"It's my job." Mr. Ollivander put on his glasses with a smile, packed up his things, and picked up Lynn's wand. "Fourteen inches, hawthorn wood, phoenix feathers... This is an extremely proud and picky, but also extremely powerful wand, with an ancient configuration. But I remember that you fell in love with each other at first sight. You are destined to be together."

With just one glance, he told all the information about the wand like it was his own treasure.

Every wand in and around the store is like an extension of his limbs, deeply imprinted in his soul.

"It turns out that it is really great, isn't it?" The old man smiled playfully, "The wand and the wizard chose each other, fought together, shined brightly, punished evil and eradicated evil. This is a story that couldn't be better."

"I just did what I could. I don't deserve your praise." Lin En showed just the right amount of panic and waved his hands repeatedly.

In front of respected elders, he is always humble and polite.

"I think no praise is too high for the Order of Merlin, First Class. Your deeds in a distant land are worth remembering. It was a pleasure to keep your wands in good condition."

As the old man spoke, he pulled out a box of weathered tools and examined them carefully.

Once he gets into work mode, he is meticulous and does not miss any details.

Lynn and Euphemia were models of taking good care of their wands, and soon the inspection and maintenance of the two wands was completed.

When they were held in the palms of their hands again, a warm current spread throughout the body, and clusters of small sparks appeared at the tips of the wands.

"I think they must be looking forward to doing something big now." Mr. Ollivander said proudly, "The wand is the lifeblood of wizards, and even our other life. I believe they will accompany you to do greater things."

"I'll keep your instructions in mind and thank you very much, Mr. Ollivander."

The two of them said in unison, placed the ten Galleons of maintenance fee on the counter, expressed their gratitude respectfully, and turned to leave.

While the three were chatting and maintaining their wands, a few impatient little wizards had already lined up outside the door.

Maybe in a few minutes, or maybe a little longer, they will also get a partner who can trust their lives to them, and a wand that suits them best.

To wizards - at least those in Europe - the wand is an extension of life rather than a mere tool for casting spells.

As Ollivander said, it is the lifeblood of wizards.

On the way back, Lynn was in high spirits, gently waving his brand new wand.

He could feel that his old friend was cheering and even he was infected by this emotion.

It has been eighteen years since they first fought side by side in 1974. They are connected by blood and are the most tacit combination.

Even if the Dark Lord comes again, as long as Lin En has the wand in his hand, he has the confidence to let go... ahem, escape unscathed.

Excessive confidence is not self-confidence and bravery, but stupidity and recklessness.

It is important for people to know themselves. Now he is still some distance away from that level and cannot compete for a short period of time.

“…Hey, Linn, look over there.”

Just as Lin En was daydreaming, Euphemia gently poked his waist and pointed towards the noisy crowd in front.

Following her fingertips, Lin En saw a scene that made him laugh.

In the lobby of Flourish and Blotts, the slightly balding Mr. Weasley was like an unshakable god of war, riding on Lucius Malfoy and punching him hard, leaving him with a bruised face and nose.

Even from a distance, you could vaguely see the splattering blood, which was very tragic.

Hagrid, who was supposed to be there to break up the fight, was nowhere to be found. Everyone else was just watching the fun, with quite a few even hiding in the crowd and cheering loudly.

Now it seems that this little butterfly of his just flapped its wings and brought an unexpected little surprise.

“Let’s go and have a drink.” Lynn, in a good mood, strode forward.

Euphemia asked, "Wouldn't you like to go and take a look?"

"That's unnecessary. That idiot is no match for Arthur." Lin En shook his head. "Do you want to take advantage of the chaos to trample him?"

"I do have this idea, but instead of stepping on someone, maybe I can take advantage of the chaos to test my new spell."

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Being around Lynn, the cold-natured Euphemia seemed to have learned bad habits imperceptibly.

"Alas--"

Thinking of the evil spells developed by the talented Miss Fox, Lynn quickly grabbed her and walked through the crowd towards the Leaky Cauldron without stopping.

At the same time, he secretly warned himself not to mess with this old friend.

Otherwise, not to mention the physical pain, he might have to go to St. Mungo's to be laughed at by his classmates, which would be a double blow to his body and mind.

Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

The world is full of dangers, but the firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron warms people's hearts.

Amid the cheers of Fred and George and the unilateral firepower of Ron and Harry against Draco during the chaos, the two returned with a full load.

This is true of both the spiritual and the material.

Chapter 13 Professor Eric's First Mission

The second half of summer vacation always goes by faster than the first half.

This is not only the case in the eyes of students, but also in the eyes of teachers.

This is especially true if you have a compatible research partner to communicate and discuss with.

Lynn felt that he had only made some new teaching aids and studied a few classics with Euphemia. More than half a month had passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye it was time to start school.

During this time he only left the house once, which was to visit Frank and Alice at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

According to Amanda, they recovered well, and although they were still not sane, they seemed to be able to vaguely recognize Neville.

This is a great comfort to lonely children.

Although he was unable to witness it, Lynn was still quite moved.

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September 9st is the day I officially start working.

Compared with the ostentatious new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Lockhart, Lynn, who had been notorious in his early years and has only been somewhat well-behaved in recent years, seems very low-key.

Most students only knew about the course adjustments, but were unaware of the new professor.

At ten o'clock in the morning, in the spotless bedroom, Lynn carried a suitcase, put on a simple black wizard robe, and stood in front of the mirror to check his clothes.

Just like when he was teaching at Beauxbatons, he was not like Snape, who had no home when he left school. Even though he had to work and live in school on weekdays, he was still prepared to take some time off on weekends and holidays.

"Next time I have a chance, I should learn that cleaning spell from Fei. It must be very useful."

He walked to the fireplace, muttering to himself, and with great interest, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it down.

"Hogwarts."

Green flames lit up, and the Birmingham mansion was empty again.

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Hogwarts, Deputy Headmaster's office.

Professor McGonagall, who had been busy with the start of school and house sorting for almost a week, was extremely worried, and the documents on her desk were piled up like a mountain.

Now she must have a lot in common with Euphemia who has gone to France.

"Pong"

Just as she was frowning and writing furiously, a flame suddenly lit up in the fireplace and Lynn walked out with a smile on her face.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall, how can I help you? Also, can't Hogwarts really grant temporary access to Apparition and Disapparition? I still don't really like the Floo Network."

Professor Eric had some complaints about missing a practice opportunity.

"Obviously not." Professor McGonagall said with a stern face, unyielding and not wanting to joke. She picked up a pile of parchment from the table and put it directly into Lynn's arms. "This is your assignment. Do it well, Professor Eric."

Having said that, she sat down again and continued her protracted war with the endless official business.

"I think... it's a bit much, but I'm happy to help you, Vice Principal."

Picking up the top form and taking a quick look at it, Lynn bowed politely and walked away.

After he walked away, Mag, who was working at the desk, raised her head, feeling somewhat relieved.

"…seems at least more reliable than Severus."

But soon, her good mood was dispersed by new things, leaving only a few complaints from time to time.

"Dumbledore is... such a hands-off person... He just runs away when something happens..."

It is not difficult to feel from sporadic words that even though they get along well most of the time, the dedicated vice-president will have some complaints about the principal during the busiest days.

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In the professor's specially converted living room and office, a few small brooms were busy sweeping up the little loose dust in the closet.

A few sets of clothes brought from home were floating in the air, and were put on wooden hangers and hung in the closet, neatly arranged.

Watching the small suitcase slowly open, heavy magic books flew out one after another, filling up several bookcases and shelves, and the desk was also piled with a lot of them.

The empty room immediately became full.

After more than ten minutes, the boring book stacking finally came to an end.

Seeing that there wasn't much left in the box, Lynn bent down, carefully took out a silver iron box, and placed it under the bed.

"Phew~ it's quite heavy."

He stood up contentedly, and finally had time to walk to the desk, pick up the task list handed out by Professor McGonagall, and look through it carefully.

"Oh? The first task is to check the kitchen. She really knows us well. Let me see... I wonder if my dear juniors have updated the recipes in the past ten years?"

He picked up the parchment with great interest, waved his wand, and the open suitcase immediately closed, then ran to the corner and stood it obediently.

Lynn walked briskly, passing the door of the Hufflepuff Common Room without stopping, and headed straight for the painting of a bowl of fruit.

After so many years, he is still familiar with every corner of the castle.

This is easy to understand. After all, every inch of land here is soaked with his sweat, as well as the tears and blood of some people.

Even many of the portraits along the way exclaimed in amazement, and were deeply impressed by this living devil whom they had not seen for more than ten years.

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"Ten years. Oh no, it's been eleven years, little guys!"

As the saying goes, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Standing among a group of dejected house-elves, Lynn was heartbroken.

Although he knew that the castle's dining hall had inherited the glorious tradition of Britain, it had always upheld four characteristics: