Lin Yuan's Day at the Library

Hogwarts' library was a silent and sacred ocean.

Sunlight streamed through the tall Gothic arched windows, cut into countless colorful beams by the stained glass, casting a quiet dance of dust in the air.

Bookshelves soaring into the clouds stood like rows of silent giants, guarding millennia of accumulated wisdom.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of ancient parchment, mixed with the aroma of old wood and ink, forming a unique aura called "knowledge."

[Analysis Item 1: False History Under Wizard Hegemony - History of Magic]

Lin Yuan casually pulled the History of Magic, so thick it could be used as a weapon, from the bookshelf.

He found a secluded corner by the window and sat down, the sunlight beside him gilding his dark hair with a shallow golden hue.

Then, he began to flip through the book.

His movements attracted the curiosity of several Ravenclaw students nearby.

Because the speed at which he flipped pages was not like reading at all.

His fingers were steady and strong, turning page after page with almost no pause. It was more like a mechanical, meaningless repetitive action.

"What is he doing? Is he competing to see who can turn pages faster?" a girl whispered.

"Maybe it's some kind of Eastern meditation?" her companion guessed.

The words within History of Magic were filled with the arrogance and prejudice of the victors.

"In 1612 AD, the Goblin Rebellion occurred, and due to their greedy nature, they tore up the peace treaty with the Ministry of Magic..."

Lin Yuan's gaze lingered on this line of victor-written epic for a second. Immediately, his Divine Soul, like a giant net cast into the deep sea, instantly captured countless fragments of related information scattered in every corner of the library.

A Study of Goblin Monetary Systems, Medieval Wizard Trade Laws, The Founding History of Gringotts, On Futures Trading of Alchemical Materials, A History of Dragon Blood Price Fluctuations, Gringotts Interest Rate Changes and the Rise and Fall of Wizarding Families...

Seemingly unrelated streams of information were, in the depths of his consciousness, subjected to a frenzied collision, splicing, modeling, and deduction by an invisible analytical engine that surpassed all wisdom in this world. A true picture, obscured by the dust of history and filled with the bloody scent of capital, slowly unfolded.

[Analysis Conclusion]:

This was not a rebellion of the oppressed, nor a crusade of the righteous against greed.

This was a premeditated financial war between two races, centered around economic hegemony, which ultimately concluded in the most primitive and bloody form of violence.

On one side were the financiers, shrewd to the bone—the Goblins.

The core inheritance of "the creator is the eternal owner of the item" had long ceased to be merely a cultural belief.

Over centuries, the Goblins had honed it into the sharpest, most impenetrable financial weapon.

Through this "rule," the Goblins had successfully constructed a perfect financial closed loop: what wizards "purchased" with hard cash was never ownership of the item, but merely the "right to use." Every goblin-forged sword, every ornate piece of jewelry, was essentially a "long-term lease agreement." When a wizard died, these "assets," carrying immense value, would naturally flow back into the Goblin vaults through the rule of "inheritance."

This led to a terrifying outcome: the wealth of the wizarding world was being siphoned, like a frog in warm water, continuously and unidirectionally into Gringotts. Wizards reveled in the vanity of possessing powerful magical items, completely unaware that their entire economic system had been parasitized, and that a financial noose woven from culture had been placed around their necks by the Goblins.

The so-called "greed" was not fabricated.

But it was not greed for one or two items; it was the devouring of the entire economic lifeline of the wizarding world.

On the other side were the late-realizing yet extremely arrogant debtors—the Ministry of Magic.

By the time the enlightened among the wizards finally discovered this economic black hole from ledgers and ever-devaluing Galleons, it was already too late to salvage.

They had tried negotiation, protest, and legal pressure, but faced with the Goblins' "sacred and inviolable" cultural heritage, all their efforts seemed pale and powerless.

They had lost the financial game.

Thus, driven by the deeply ingrained arrogance of pure-blood wizards, who could not tolerate being intellectually defeated by "lesser beings," the Ministry of Magic chose the most foolish, most direct, and most characteristic solution for them—to flip the table.

The 1612 AD law stating that "ownership of items forged by Goblins permanently belongs to the wizard after purchase" was not an ignorant cultural offense at all.

It was a "declaration of default" that gambled the reputation of the entire wizarding society.

It struck precisely at the foundation of the Goblin financial empire, its purpose being to forcibly cut off the pipeline of wealth outflow.

Therefore, the so-called "rebellion" was merely the inevitable result of this financial war moving from behind the scenes to center stage.

It was a bloody dogfight.

One side sought to maintain its meticulously constructed, parasitic economic hegemony; the other side, desperate to escape debt and regain control, was willing to use war to default on the gamble they had lost.

The few words of "greed" in the history books cleverly concealed the ugliness of both sides.

It was the Goblins' greed for wealth, and the wizards' greed for power and racial dignity.

When these two greeds collided, bloodshed became the only end.

"In 1722 AD, the Centaur tribes refused to join the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, choosing self-exile in the Forbidden Forest. Their temperament was solitary and proud, making communication difficult..."

Lin Yuan's consciousness once again scanned rapidly.

[Analysis Conclusion]: In the century prior to this, wizards had violated their territorial agreements with the Centaurs three times. In order to clear land for Quidditch pitches and expand their villages, they had continuously encroached upon the Forbidden Forest. The "self-exile" chosen by the Centaurs was not due to "pride," but a self-preservation measure after being completely disillusioned with "those who break their promises."

As for house-elves...

The Study on the Servile Nature of House-Elves was filled with absurd, sophistical logic that rationalized enslavement.

The time it took for lunch.

While other students were struggling to remember the year of the Goblin Rebellion, Lin Yuan had already closed this thick volume of false history.

In his mind, a clear, cold, three-dimensional world power structure map, filled with class and racial contradictions, had already been constructed.

"A fragile pyramid of peace built on lies and oppression." He understood, "Voldemort's rise was no accident. He was merely the one responsible for igniting the powder keg. Even without him, this world, burdened by millennia of resentment, would have inevitably plunged into the abyss of civil war due to other sparks."

[Analysis Project Two: Fragments of Lost Laws - Ancient Runes]

If History of Magic allowed Lin Yuan to see the "skeleton" of this world, then Ancient Runes granted him a glimpse into its "soul."

When he opened the Introduction to Ancient Runes and saw the first twisted and complex symbol, the calm lake of his heart rippled with genuine emotion for the first time.

"This... isn't this the most basic 'Rune Path'!"

In his cultivation world, runes were the most direct manifestation of the Great Way, an supreme method for cultivators to communicate with heaven and earth and borrow the power of laws.

Yet in this world, these precious symbols, imbued with the power of laws, were treated as a "lost language," a tool for deciphering ancient texts within the realm of archaeology!

"How ignorant! How laughable!" Lin Yuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. "These wizards are like people holding a mountain of gold and diamonds, yet they only pick up a few pretty stones to use as decorations. The real treasure is right before their eyes, but they fail to see it."

This was a complete dimensional crushing.

Not far away, Hermione Granger was racking her brain over a rune representing "protection."

Her small face was filled with concentration, her brow furrowed as she repeatedly copied, compared, and memorized on a piece of parchment.

She felt a small sense of pride for mastering five variant forms of this rune in just one day.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the library, Lin Yuan hadn't even picked up a pen.

His Divine Soul had transformed into an invisible scalpel, bypassing the inefficient steps of "learning" and "memorizing" altogether. He began to reverse-engineer the underlying grammar and construction logic of this "language" by analyzing the runes' forms, energy fluctuations, and their intrinsic connections.

"So that's how it is... the runic system of this world is a tree-like structure derived from the 'Five Elements' as its foundational nodes."

"The rune for 'fire' has a core stroke representing 'the unbridled release of energy.' The rune for 'water' has a core structure symbolizing 'the containment and flow of energy.' And 'protection' is a branch of the 'earth' element rune, its essence being the use of a 'stable' structure to resist 'chaotic' impact..."

One afternoon.

When Hermione finally, and exhaustedly, memorized the "meanings" of twenty runes, Lin Yuan had already thoroughly grasped the internal logic of the entire Ancient Runes Lexicon.

He even began his own "creation."

He extended a finger, a faint trace of Spiritual Energy swirling around his fingertip, and lightly drew a combined rune on the tabletop.

It was a peculiar structure formed by splicing the rune for "ascent" and the rune for "acceleration."

He gently blew on the center of the rune.

"Hum--"

A quill on the table, as if lifted by an invisible hand, floated up against gravity and then, with a "whoosh," transformed into a white blur, accurately shooting into a distant trash can.

The entire process was silent, swift as lightning.

"The energy conversion rate is still too low; the structure can be further optimized."

Lin Yuan calmly retracted his finger, making a mental summary.

He didn't notice a senior Gryffindor student nearby, who had just woken up from a doze, rubbing his eyes and staring blankly at the quill that had flown into the trash can, thinking he was still dreaming.

[Analysis Project Three: A Naturalist's Nightmare]

If books had souls, then Mr. Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them would surely have a soul filled with freckles, wearing a blue coat, cradling a Bowtruckle, with gentle and shy eyes.

This was a book into which the author had poured his lifelong effort and love, every word flowing with affection and respect for those magical creatures. It was a love letter to the entire wizarding world, calling for understanding and protection.

However, at this moment, this "love letter" was being read by a pair of entirely different eyes.

Lin Yuan opened the pages, his unique cultivator's gaze, which viewed all things as "resources," like a high-precision scalpel, mercilessly dissecting the vivid and lovable creatures described by Newt into Alchemy Formulas, materials, and usable "supernatural abilities."

First page: Niffler.

Newt's description was filled with fondness: "These adorable little things are irresistible to anything shiny. They are docile and friendly, though they sometimes cause a little harmless trouble..."

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over it, and annotations automatically generated in his Divine Soul:

[Species Name: Treasure Beast (Low-tier)]

[Classification: Earth/Gold dual-attribute, auxiliary spirit beast.]

[Innate Supernatural Ability: Passive Treasure Hunting Aura. Innate, uncontrollable affinity for metals/minerals with high Spiritual Energy content.]

[Application Plan: Can be domesticated for prospecting spirit stone veins or undiscovered ancient ruins. Large-scale breeding can establish a 'treasure energy monitoring network' covering an entire region. Its fur has a weak resistance to curses and can be made into coin purses with an 'anti-theft' effect.]

If Newt could hear this, he would probably frown and mutter uneasily, "No, no, no, they just like shiny things, they're not... not some 'monitoring network'..."

Turn to the next page: "Graphorn."

Newt's writing carried a hint of awe and sadness: "...The last surviving pair on Earth, whom I was fortunate enough to save. They are symbols of strength and majesty, their skin tougher than Dragon hide, and the horns on their heads are highly poisonous..."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up for a moment.

Somewhere in the world, Newt, who was grooming his Graphorn, suddenly shivered.

He seemed to hear a whisper from hell: "Skinning... grinding horns... refining elixirs..." He quickly hugged his beloved giant creature, looking around in terror.

Turn another page: "Occamy."

Newt's description was filled with a sense of fantasy: "A winged, serpentine creature, beautiful yet aggressive. Most magically, they can shrink or grow to fit any space. Their eggshells are made of the purest silver..."

The corners of Lin Yuan's mouth curved into a genuine smile for the first time.

Newt, carefully placing an Occamy egg back into its nest, suddenly flinched, nearly dropping the egg. His face turned pale, as if he saw a terrifying demon king smiling "kindly" at his unhatched Occamy chicks, muttering, "Spatial bombs, not bad, not bad..."

Finally, he saw the chapter about "Dragons".

Other wizards would respectfully worship upon seeing "the nerve fibers of a fire dragon's heart," considering it one of the top materials for crafting "the most powerful wand cores."

But in Lin Yuan's eyes, this was simply the biggest joke in the world.

"What a waste... truly a waste."

From his Divine Soul, continuous sighs emanated.

"An entire Dragon Vein essence, imbued with the laws of life and fire, and the wizards of this realm can only use the crudest, most primitive method to extract a trace of insignificant energy, then seal it in a piece of wood to create this disposable 'energy amplifier' (wand) with a ridiculously low energy conversion rate?"

"What a colossal waste of natural resources! It's like burning the qin and boiling the crane!"

"A complete Dragon Heart Vein, if given to a true artifact refining master, would be enough to forge a genuine 'fire-element magical treasure' with self-awareness, capable of growing with its master! It could attack and defend, transform to protect its owner, and possess infinite potential! Yet they... they only use it to cast the Disarming Charm?"

If.

If Mr. Newt Scamander could hear Lin Yuan's thoughts at this moment.

He probably wouldn't just suffer a myocardial infarction.

This great wizard, who loved peace and was even somewhat socially anxious, would instantly transform into Hogwarts' most ferocious god of vengeance.

People would witness such a wondrous sight:

The windows of the Hogwarts library would suddenly shatter, and Mr. Newt Scamander, carrying his worn leather case, would Apparate in front of Lin Yuan in an enraged posture, his hair standing on end from fury, his blue eyes burning with fierce flames.

Behind him, the case would snap open with a crack, and a Thunderbird would let out a sky-shattering roar, summoning dark clouds and lightning;

A group of Nifflers, their eyes red, would abandon all their shiny trinkets, baring their teeth, ready to pounce and tear;

The Bowtruckle Pickett would stand on his shoulder, raising its longest, most insulting twig finger at him.

Then, Newt would point at Lin Yuan's nose and, with the loudest volume of his life, let out the deepest, most sorrowful roar of a naturalist:

"You... you emotionless alchemical demon! Stay away from my children!!!"