There Will Be No Third Dark Lord At Hogwarts!!!

Chapter 344: Chapter 344

"What? You want me to teach Harry Occlumency?!"

An exclamation rang through the Headmaster’s Office. Standing beside Lynn, Harry lowered his head even further toward the floor.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, one hand still raised midway through scratching his ear.

"Yes, you heard correctly." After a brief pause, he continued, "Harry needs to learn this art to protect his mind from intrusion by external magic."

Lynn shook his head, making an immediate decision.

"No. Either you teach him yourself, or you find someone else."

Lynn’s tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

He turned toward Snape, his gaze lingering on the professor’s face for a moment.

"I think Professor Snape would be quite suitable."

Snape’s expression visibly darkened.

"Points from Hufflepuff—"

"Ahem!"

Dumbledore hurriedly interrupted Snape just as he opened his mouth to deduct points.

The office fell silent for a moment.

The two professors locked eyes.

Dumbledore: Give me some face.

Snape: Fine.

And so, Snape swallowed the words he had been about to say.

"In fact," Dumbledore began again, "Professor Snape has already been teaching Harry Occlumency for the past two days."

Lynn’s eyebrows shot up.

Two days.

Snape teaching Harry for two days.

Putting those two pieces of information together sounded like suggesting that an owl and a field mouse take a bath together.

It wasn’t merely "inappropriate." It was "highly inappropriate."

Snape always looked at Harry with an expression that said, I wish you would disappear.

Harry always looked at Snape with an expression that said, I wish you had never appeared.

With those two together, forget teaching anything—it would be a miracle if they could remain in the same room for more than ten minutes without a conflict.

"So, it didn’t go very smoothly?"

Dumbledore pondered the question for a moment.

"Harry doesn’t appear to respond well to Professor Snape’s teaching style... Their interactions have been somewhat unpleasant..."

Lynn thought to himself, Unpleasant? Knowing those two, it wouldn’t even count as unpleasant unless they started fighting on the spot.

In fact, the two of them really had almost come to blows.

Snape’s teaching method was simple and crude. He directly cast Legilimency on Harry, forcing his way into the boy’s mind and rifling through his memories, compelling Harry to find some way to close his mind against the intrusion.

Ordinarily, there would have been nothing wrong with this approach. However, in his desperation, Harry had retaliated with another spell, reflecting the Legilimency straight back at Snape...

And with that, their lessons had ground to a halt.

Snape no longer used Legilimency on Harry—not because he "didn’t want to," but because he "didn’t dare."

He was afraid that it would be reflected again.

He was afraid of once more seeing the things he never wanted to see.

Harry had also stopped trying to learn Occlumency because he couldn’t find any other way to practice it.

"Then, Headmaster, why don’t you teach him yourself? When it comes to Occlumency, I don’t believe anyone in the entire wizarding world is more proficient than you."

Dumbledore let out a sigh.

He raised a hand and pointed beside him. In one corner of the desk sat a large stack of letters and documents.

"These are all messages sent from various places," Dumbledore explained, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "And it is like this every day. I must finish reading all of them before I go to sleep."

Lynn regarded the letters suspiciously.

Why had he never seen so many of them whenever he visited the office before?

Regardless of whether those documents were genuine, Lynn had other things to do during the holiday.

The cursed items in the warehouse still hadn’t been inventoried, the registration forms hadn’t been forged, and the items inside his trunk hadn’t been sorted.

He didn’t want to waste his time on other matters.

Occlumency definitely wasn’t something that could be mastered overnight. If he accepted this task, he could officially declare his holiday ruined.

It wasn’t that his holiday "might be ruined."

It would "definitely be ruined."

Harry’s current level of proficiency in Occlumency was probably about the same as his History of Magic grades—abysmal.

Lynn’s eyes darted around as a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to him.

"Headmaster, I have a proposal that might allow Harry to learn Occlumency without either of us having to teach him."

Dumbledore was immediately intrigued. His eyebrows twitched as he leaned forward slightly, fixing his gaze on Lynn while waiting for him to continue.

"Mr. Scamander has Wampus Cats."

"Wampus Cats?" Dumbledore was taken aback. "You mean you want Harry to learn Occlumency from a Wampus Cat?"

Lynn nodded.

"Wampus Cats are natural masters of Legilimency."

"Your proposal..." Dumbledore pondered it for a moment. "It is certainly creative."

"And," Lynn added, "a Wampus Cat, at the very least, won’t provoke the same resentment in Harry as Professor Snape does. At worst, Harry will merely be afraid of it."

The corner of Dumbledore’s mouth twitched.

This child truly had a way with words.

"I will contact Newt," he said. "I’ll ask whether he can lend a Wampus Cat to Hogwarts."

Lynn nodded, rose from his chair, and straightened his robes.

"Then, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. The Christmas holiday begins tomorrow, and I still need to return to my dormitory and pack my trunk."

Dumbledore looked at him and nodded.

"Go on, then."

...

The day the Christmas holiday began, the Hogwarts Express sat at the platform of Hogsmeade Station, puffing clouds of white steam into the air.

Students dragged their trunks and carried owl cages as they crowded onto the train in groups of two and three.

Edgar stood at the carriage door, looking back toward the castle.

"Is Lynn really not going back with us?" he asked.

"He said he has things to do." William pushed his glasses up his nose. "His work at the Ministry of Magic isn’t finished yet."

Edgar clicked his tongue.

"Working even during Christmas? Is he out of his mind?"

Ollie poked his head out of the carriage window, glanced at Edgar, and then pulled it back inside to continue reading his book.

Edgar sighed and stepped into the carriage.

Meanwhile, Lynn stood in the entrance hall of Hogwarts Castle, his trunk—enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm—floating behind him.

He had chosen not to take the train home with his roommates.

Instead, he had Levi transport him and his trunk directly to the Ministry of Magic’s warehouse for storing Dark Arts items.

The place was already far more spacious than it had been when Lynn first visited.

He picked up an original registration form from a nearby cabinet and resumed his inspection of the inventory.

"Earrings that cause tinnitus when worn... No."

His finger traced the line of text before he flipped to the next page.

"A cloak that causes itching when worn... No."

He turned another page.

"A handkerchief that makes someone dizzy when they wipe their face..." His brow furrowed. "Can this even be considered a legitimate Dark Arts item?"

"No to that one as well."

He flipped to the next page of the registration form.

Time passed minute by minute, and evening soon arrived. By then, Lynn had cleared out a large section of the Ministry’s warehouse.

Looking at the few remaining registration forms in his hand, Lynn decided to visit the Auror Office and collect another stack.

There was definitely more than one original registration form for the warehouse. Several others were stored inside the filing cabinets of the Auror Office.

He had asked Scrimgeour about them before, and Scrimgeour had replied, "Take whatever you want. No one looks at them anyway."

That was simply how people at the Ministry of Magic operated.

Items were put away and then forgotten. Once forgotten, they were ignored. Once ignored, they were left to gather dust. Eventually, they became "unresolved historical issues."

Lynn was merely helping the Ministry resolve those "unresolved historical issues."

And while he was at it, he might as well pick up a few souvenirs for himself.

As for whether he would go home tonight...

At worst, he could simply spend the night inside his trunk.

After all, the trunk contained a bed, blankets, heating, lights, and Dodo.

Since it was the Christmas holiday, the elevator was empty. Lynn stepped inside and pressed the button for the Second Level.

The Ministry of Magic was also observing the Christmas holiday.

Aside from a few particularly confidential departments that never closed, every other office had staff members assigned to rotating shifts.

The elevator doors opened.

Lynn stepped out and soon arrived at the entrance to the Auror Office.

The door was slightly ajar, so Lynn pushed it open and walked straight inside.

The person on duty in the Auror Office that day was none other than an old acquaintance—Nymphadora Tonks.

She sat behind a desk with her feet propped up, holding a copy of The Wizarding Weekly open to one of the middle pages.

The page featured a photograph of a male wizard smiling at the camera, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

Tonks stared at the photograph, her face filled with an expression that seemed to ask, Who is this person?

She heard the door open and looked up.

When she saw that it was Lynn, her eyes lit up. The corners of her mouth curved into a smile as she took her feet off the desk, closed the magazine, and tossed it aside.

"Merry Christmas, Lynn," she said, her voice tinged with relief.

"Merry Christmas, Tonks."

Lynn walked over to her, his gaze sweeping across the office as he searched for the registration forms.

"You really didn’t go home?" Tonks asked in surprise.

Lynn nodded, a lie effortlessly slipping from his lips.

"I couldn’t bring myself to abandon my work, could I?"

Tonks stared at him in astonishment for a moment.

"Oh, you really work too hard. If Scrimgeour found out, he would be moved to tears."

Lynn simply pretended not to notice that she was mocking him.

He smiled, turned toward one of the cabinets, pulled open a drawer, and removed a large stack of registration forms.

The dates on them were fairly recent, with some dating back only as far as the previous month. He flipped through them, confirmed that they were what he needed, and tucked the stack under his arm.

"You’re taking so many? How long will it take you to sort through all of them?" Tonks asked from behind him.

"Who knows?"

Lynn shrugged indifferently.

Just as he was about to return to the warehouse, the landline telephone on the desk began ringing persistently and urgently.

The landline was another product sold by Lynn’s shop. It could communicate with Magic Phones and had been purchased in bulk by the Ministry of Magic.

Tonks sighed and reluctantly picked up the red telephone.

"Hello, Auror Office."

"What?!"

Her voice suddenly rose.

"Giants and Death Eaters are attacking Diagon Alley?! We’re heading out immediately!"

With that, Tonks hung up the telephone and prepared to leave.

Lynn hurriedly grabbed hold of her sleeve.

"You’re going by yourself? Aren’t you going to call for backup?"

Tonks turned and looked at Lynn.

"Everyone else is on holiday. We’re the only two people here today."

Her gaze shifted away from Lynn’s face.

"Let go of me. I have a mission to attend to."

She struggled slightly, attempting to pull her sleeve from Lynn’s grasp, but he refused to release her.

Lynn sighed.

"I’m going with you."

Tonks opened her mouth, but just as she was about to refuse, she saw a golden-red light flare around Lynn’s body.

The next second, before Tonks could even process what was happening, the two of them appeared in the fire-lit streets of Diagon Alley.

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