HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

The following morning, Snape tidied himself up, revealing the elegant features of a Slytherin.

His face was gloomy as he cursed inwardly that Dumbledore, that old bee, really knew how to order people around.

As dawn broke, Dumbledore's Fawkes arrived at Snape Manor, mainly to have Snape, Lin Mo's good headmaster, visit Lin Mo during his vacation.

As for checking on Lin Mo, it was simply to investigate the specific origin of Lin Mo's Level 3 Medal.

That damned old bee, that annoying little troll, wasting his precious potion-making time.

He strode forward, cursing angrily, his black robe billowing.

However, Snape's trip to the Lin family manor was destined to be fruitless.

"Sir, are you looking for Mr. Lin here?" Snape had been waiting outside the manor for a long time without anyone coming, and his "neighbor," who had been waiting in the meantime, came over and asked.

Logically, there should be a small magic circle at the entrance of the Lin family manor, which should be able to sense when guests arrive.

"Yes." Snape confirmed the other person's "guess".

Of course, the people in the Feather Shadow knew that the person who came was Snape. After all, before their own Shadow went to war, they had made sure that these "neighbors" recognized the appearance of their familiar face in the magical world, and they especially made them be more respectful to this Mr. Snape.

"Mr. Lin and his family went on vacation. They said if any guests come, they'd like me to help explain things. I don't know your name, but I can tell them when they get back," the man continued.

"Severus Snape, this is troublesome." Snape toned down some of the sharpness he displayed in the wizarding world, trying to treat these Muggles, whom he considered to be Muggles, with the utmost courtesy.

"Well, Mr. Snape, goodbye." After saying that, the man went into a nearby manor.

Snape frowned, annoyed by the little troll, and turned to leave.

—Near the Amazon rainforest—

"Bang, bang, boom..." The battle had already begun here, and the edge of the natural environment was a battlefield where blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Yingzhen, lead the North Team along this line and meet up with Yutian's ambush to attack the enemy's right flank." Lin Mo pointed with the hilt of his dagger to a road drawn with a blue line on the map.

"Yes." Shadow Shock emerged from a hidden defensive position and led a team of elite soldiers away.

Lin Mo looked at the crisscrossing lines on the map and slowly pushed a small silver flag to the center where the lines intersected.

"Now... the war has only just begun." A sharp, murderous intent, like a falcon eyeing its prey, flashed in his clear blue-gray eyes.

As he calculated the time, Lin Mo looked up at the second hand on the watch face, which was moving and stopping intermittently, while his right hand rubbed his left hand fingers together.

"Close the net." Lin Mo's voice pierced through the defensive fortifications. His subordinates outside heard the long-awaited command, and their expressions immediately became impatient.

The man ran to an open space not far away and lit the fireworks in his hand.

Blue light pierced through the layers of trees and reflected in the sky.

Countless hidden Feather Shadow personnel were mobilized, including Lin Mo.

The overwhelming firepower instantly silenced the enemy forces, and Lin Mo's meticulously planned operation also annihilated those hidden in the shadows.

Amidst the chaos of war, Lin Mo experienced a familiar sensation as the cold, steel-blue muzzle of his gun emitted eerie sparks.

Keeping a close eye on the battle, Lin Mo saw a guy wearing camouflage arm guards raise his gun and aim it at a boy in the shadows next to him.

The other person pulled the trigger, and it was too late to kill him now. Lin Mo used his excellent reflexes to block the bullet with a non-lethal part of his body.

Blood splattered from the wound, splashing onto the damp, hot earth.

"Brother Mo!" The boy whom Lin Mo had saved had dealt with the enemy and looked at Lin Mo with remorse.

"Alright, Yingxun, focus, I'm fine." Lin Mo casually eliminated a few more people, and took the time to use silver needles to prick a few acupoints to temporarily stop the bleeding.

All of this was just a minor ripple; the outcome of the battle had already been decided. Thanks to meticulous planning and the suppression of enemy forces and firepower, this battle was not difficult.

Most of the enemy has been annihilated, and the few who escaped are being pursued. However, cleaning up the battlefield is no longer Lin Mo's responsibility.

Lin Mo called over the military doctor, pulled out the spent cartridge himself, applied some herbal medicine, and bandaged it up.

The wound was on his left shoulder and wasn't serious. But the boy Lin Mo had saved still had tears in his eyes.

"Xiao Mo, what happened to you?" Lin Boyan and Tang Ziqin rushed over immediately after receiving the news, looking at Lin Mo's injuries with concern.

"It's nothing, I just got stung." Lin Mo waved his hand.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Ying Xun said.

"Okay, I'm fine," Lin Mo comforted him.

Ying Xun is the youngest of Lin Mo's eight shadows. In addition, the character "Xun" itself is one of the names of the countries Lin Mo and his group had in their previous life, so this little brother has always been loved and cared for by the Yu Ying people.

In fact, Lin Mo had done this before, taking bullets for others.

He said, "If I take the bullets for you, it won't kill me. But if I don't, the enemy will show no mercy. Trading a wound for a life is a win for us no matter what."

This is why the people of Yuying prefer to call Lin Mo "Brother Mo" affectionately. Even though Lin Mo doesn't often manage affairs, everyone in Yuying respects, admires, and worships him.

A general who is willing to shield his soldiers from bullets will have no soldiers who do not support him. Lin Mo's prestige rose rapidly with every strategic planning, heroic battle, and leading by example.

This is a personal charm unique to Lin Mo, and it's not just about his talent.

After bandaging his wounds, Lin Mo went with his two silly older brothers to check on the situation of the pursuit.

"Waaah..." A faint, weak sound came from a small cave in the distance, and Lin Mo paused.

Neither Lin Boyan nor Tang Ziqin noticed the faint, pleading sob.

The wolf's mournful howl was a language Lin Mo recognized. He gestured to the people around him not to follow, then turned and walked towards the cave.

Inside the dark cave was a cage, and Lin Mo saw that dark red blood had been splattered all over the ground inside the iron cage.

Lin Mo had been wondering why there were wolves near the rainforest, but now he understood a little better.

"Xiao Mo, this is a magical creature," Chang Feng reminded Lin Mo in his mind.

"Was the dead mother wolf and the pack of wolf cubs captured by someone?" Lin Mo frowned.

Ignorant people always destroy nature's gifts and treat this gift of life cruelly.

"Hmm." Changfeng searched through the history of the wolves and confirmed Lin Mo's guess.

"Woo woo...woo woo..." The usually aloof demon wolf seemed somewhat affectionate towards Lin Mo.

They seemed oblivious to the smell of blood on Lin Mo's body, as if Lin Mo were one of their own kind.

Lin Mo squatted down, took out his magic wand to check their injuries, cast a few Healing Touch spells, and then squatted down and beckoned to the litter of wolf pups.

Several small demon wolves, barely able to stand, stumbled and crawled toward Lin Mo.

"Woo, woo woo~" All the little demon wolves suddenly stopped moving after approaching Lin Mo, making sounds from their throats.

Lin Mo knew that the pack of little demon wolves were begging him to bury their mother.

His gaze fell on the tragically dead mother wolf. In a memory that Changfeng had given him, he discovered that this mother wolf had shielded all her cubs from the slaughter by humans.

With a wave of the wand, the adult wolf's body vanished, and the bloodstains transformed into scattered flowers that bloomed on the land symbolizing maternal love.

A pack of wolf pups ran into Lin Mo's arms. Lin Mo quickly encircled them, afraid they would fall. Upon careful counting, he found that the wolf had nine pups.

A note from the author: At 9:00 AM on June 13, 2023, the high school entrance examination officially began.

(This chapter will be released at a scheduled time)