"Leaving the school at night?"
Headmaster Dumbledore looked at Lynn, stunned for a moment. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and the others also looked at her in disbelief.
This was the first time Lynn had ever taken the initiative to do something other than study.
However, Professor Flitwick looked at Lynn troubledly. "Miss Lynn, Hogwarts does not allow students to leave during the term, let alone at night. This poses a certain risk to your safety."
Lynn nodded, her expression incredibly calm. "I understand Professor Flitwick's concern for me and thank you for your care, Professor. However, according to my calculations, there are currently not many people in the Wizarding World who can pose a threat to me."
Three names quickly appeared in her meticulous mind. "And they either cannot move against me right now, or they are unable to reach me to do so."
"Has Miss Lynn ever heard a saying from your East? 'Open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to defend.'"
Professor Snape's voice was low, his dark eyes staring at Lynn with a hollow depth.
"In the face of absolute strength, all schemes will come to naught."
The Professors felt themselves momentarily speechless. Headmaster Dumbledore chuckled twice, looking at Lynn with a face full of smiles.
"Then, Miss Lynn, could you tell us the reason why you must go out tonight?"
"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Lynn nodded in agreement without the slightest change in expression, stating what she intended to do without hesitation.
"Tonight, I intend to create a supply system sufficient to replace all current market supply chains in the Wizarding World."
"Why do that?" Professor McGonagall frowned, looking at Lynn in confusion.
"To squeeze the Pure-blood families out of the Wizarding World's market."
Lynn was blunt about her goal, even with Professor Snape, the Dean of Slytherin House, standing right there.
"It seems I really shouldn't be here listening to this."
The hollow look in Professor Snape's eyes slowly vanished, replaced by a heavy gaze of appraisal and scrutiny.
"Only after the Pure-blood families realize what they should be doing and completely abandon their blood purity theory theories can they re-enter the market."
Lynn's voice did not change under Professor Snape's gaze; she remained as calm and cold as a glacier that hadn't changed in ten thousand years.
"If we do not do this, the Wizarding World and the Muggle World will never have the chance to integrate."
"According to my deductions, along with the technological progress of the Muggle World, if the Wizarding World cannot integrate with it, war will be inevitable."
"The Wizarding World's chances of winning are less than forty percent. Meanwhile, war will accelerate resource depletion, and since the world has not undergone reform, there is a high probability this world will repeat the mistakes of my original world."
After revealing the full deduction in her mind, Lynn's gaze fixed steadily on Headmaster Dumbledore.
"May I go out tonight? Headmaster Dumbledore."
Headmaster Dumbledore raised a hand to rub his brow. Currently, he was only thinking about dealing with Lord Voldemort and had only a faint inkling of the potential future collisions between the Wizarding World and the Muggle World.
But he truly hadn't looked as far ahead as Lynn, nor had he thought as much as she had.
According to Lynn's calculations, reform in the Wizarding World was imminent; even including the Muggle World, the reform of the entire human world needed to be put on the agenda.
"Miss Lynn, how can we believe that the future through your hands will be better?"
Professor Snape pondered for a moment, asking slowly with a drawling tone.
"Because according to data calculations, no matter how bad the future is, it cannot be worse than the outcome of my original world. This is an inevitable result."
After saying this, she paused for two seconds, faintly looking back at Hermione, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw Table and seemed to be staring at the Staff Table nervously.
Her tone carried a hint of determination amidst its stiffness. "And I will absolutely not let the future of this world head in the direction of my original world. Neither will Hermione, and neither will The Ravenclaws."
"A bold idea, Miss Lynn. We old folks are indeed getting old; the future of the world belongs to you all."
Headmaster Dumbledore chuckled twice and nodded in agreement. "Go then. Your strength is indeed enough for us to feel at ease, but do remember to be careful."
"Of course, I will not let any safety hazards arise that would cause me to miss class," Lynn said as if it were a matter of course.
Hearing more study-related content pop out of her mouth, the Professors present couldn't help but twitch their lips simultaneously.
She truly was Lynn. Just after saying things that could change the Wizarding World or even the whole world, she could immediately pivot the conversation back to studying.
"I will help you contact several other Potions Masters. What kind of price can you pay them?"
Professor Snape rested his chin on his interlaced hands, meeting the cool gaze Lynn sent over.
"On your own, you won't be able to persuade them in a short amount of time."
"One million Galleons per person per year. I need the Potions Masters to be able to mass-produce all Potions except for Advanced Potions."
"In other words," Lynn's voice still held a mechanical quality, "I need them to teach other employees how to make those Potions and ensure the quality meets the standards."
Professor Snape felt his eyebrow twitch violently. If anyone else had said this to him, he would have definitely cast a Sectumsempra on them.
What was the level of a Potions Master? You want them to teach others Potions, and except for Advanced Potions, you want employees to know how to make every other Potion and have the quality meet standards?!
Did the person saying this not know the current scarcity of Potions in the Wizarding World? Simple Potions could indeed be made by anyone; the school taught those.
But slightly more complex Potions could be sold for high prices.
Otherwise, the income of St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries wouldn't be so high.
Not to mention some people were truly as dim-witted as a Troll, as if their heads were full of Fluxweed—could they even be taught?
But... with Lynn's premise, Professor Snape felt that this wasn't impossible.
A group of the most capable Potion makers in the current situation—teaching others to make Potions shouldn't be a problem, right?
Wasn't he himself teaching a bunch of little Trolls how to make Potions? Since he was teaching, they should be able to as well.
Moreover... Professor Snape slowly shifted his gaze to Headmaster Dumbledore. His own annual salary didn't seem to be that high.
Noticing Professor Snape's gaze, Headmaster Dumbledore turned to look at him and blinked his blue eyes "innocently."
It was useless looking at him; Hogwarts' funding was provided by the Board of Governors. He couldn't be as generous as Lynn.
Unless Hogwarts only wanted to stay open for this one year and then close down.
"Hmph."
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