Chapter 122. Good evening, Lynn.
Whether from the heart or from the heart,
Lynn didn't think Dumbledore was a bad person.
But the adult world isn't about being a friend just because someone isn't bad, or necessarily wanting to kill someone just because they are.
Sometimes, good people are even more terrifying than bad people.
So, after learning he had entered the world of Harry Potter, Lynn maintained a respectful distance from him.
But after learning about his origins, Lynn understood that Dumbledore must have been paying close attention to him even before he enrolled.
This was normal; the only descendant of his former best friend and enemy—if Lynn were in Dumbledore's position, he would also be constantly watching him.
Because of his identity, and considering his reflections on Raphael's situation in his first year, Lynn had every reason to believe that Dumbledore had increased his level of attention.
His words to "Professor Fawkes" in the small town of Abrose during the summer were entirely genuine.
He truly loved magic, loved Hogwarts, and loved the professors and friends there.
So if he wanted to survive and develop stealthily at Hogwarts,
he first needed to ensure that the Headmaster trusted him enough to not do anything harmful to the wizarding world, now or in the future.
Therefore, Lynn prepared extensively this semester.
However, before his preparations were complete and his plans even began, Dumbledore presented him with another problem.
The Sue witch was very likely connected to Lynn's past self, and Dumbledore clearly knew this, which was why he sent him to receive her.
What did Dumbledore mean?
His connection to her was undoubtedly also connected to the one imprisoned in Nurmengard Tower.
Was he testing him, or something else? Lynn wasn't sure.
That Sue witch named Shayk was clearly no ordinary person.
Sue in Muggle society had only just collapsed a little over a month ago, and Lynn had no idea what the Sue Council in the wizarding world was like.
What were her purposes in coming to Hogwarts? Did she have good intentions or malice towards him because she recognized him?
Lynn chose to avoid her for now. He wanted to finish this term first, and the success or failure of his plan would determine his future direction.
If he succeeded, he could openly try what he wanted at Hogwarts and truly become one of them.
If he failed…
that wouldn't matter. At least he had shown his stance. With this stance, although some attempts couldn't be implemented, it would at least buy him three years of development time.
Lynn couldn't guarantee how strong he would become in three years, but with the system and his magical talent as a foundation, three years of hard work would definitely give him the ability to protect himself.
So, until the right opportunity arose this term, Lynn's goal was to survive.
To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, he wanted everything to proceed according to plan.
Shacklebolt was an unstable factor outside his plans.
Today, Hufflepuff was playing Gryffindor, and almost all the young wizards in the school had gone to watch the Quidditch match; even Dumbledore was in the stands.
Only Lynn had retreated to the Room of Requirement early in the morning to continue refining his study of diffusion magic.
His experiments and attempts to improve the Imperishable Charm were proceeding smoothly, and Lynn hadn't neglected his research on diffusion magic either.
In a world where individual strength could overwhelm collective strength, power was the only means of self-protection.
Therefore, Lynn never stopped increasing his strength.
If one day he was strong enough, why would he be so restrained?
He would simply tie up that Sue witch, whip her, and ask her if she was lusting after him.
Then, grabbing Dumbledore's beard, he put one foot on Dumbledore's desk and told him, "Stop testing me all day.
Can't you just say what you want to say? You're acting like a riddle-maker!"
These imagined scenarios were Lynn's motivation to study hard and become stronger quickly.
He stayed in the Room of Requirement all day, eating bread he'd taken from the kitchen that morning when he was hungry, and didn't come out until 7 p.m.
By then, there weren't many people eating in the Great Hall anymore, except for Cedric and Ian.
Cedric seemed in low spirits, drinking pumpkin juice one glass after another, as if trying to get himself drunk.
Ian, instead of trying to stop him, even poured him "wine" with a stern face, like a reluctant hostess.
Lynn first peeked around to make sure he didn't spot any enemies, then sat down next to Cedric and Ian.
"What's wrong with him? Using pumpkin juice to drown his sorrows?" Lynn snatched the pumpkin juice from Cedric's hand and poured himself a glass.
Cedric hugged the pumpkin juice, looking at Lynn with a wronged expression.
"Was I really bad at Quidditch, Lynn?"
"What's wrong?
Did you lose today's match?"
Lynn vaguely remembered the result of today's match; Gryffindor had won again under Harry Potter's leadership, but he had genuinely forgotten the specifics of how they won.
Cedric was too ashamed to talk about it, so Ian spoke for him.
"Today's match broke the record for the shortest Quidditch match. In less than five minutes, Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, and Gryffindor won."
Lynn was speechless; such a short time was indeed outrageous.
He didn't know how to comfort Cedric. Should he tell him it wasn't a matter of skill, but rather that he wasn't the main character?
He could only pat Cedric on the shoulder and sigh.
"My condolences, my condolences."
Cedric seemed only a little downcast, not overly saddened. After all, he was a tenacious little badger; this incident would only motivate him more, not break him.
"By the way, Lynn, where have you been all day? That Lady Shayk from yesterday came looking for you, but we don't know where you are," Cedric said.
Lynn subconsciously looked around again before asking.
"Where did she go after she couldn't find me?"
Cedric shook his head.
"I haven't seen her all afternoon, she must have left."
Lynn suddenly felt his appetite improve, and he ate quite a bit for dinner.
After saying goodbye to Cedric and Ian, he didn't go back to his dormitory by himself, but instead took a walk around the castle to digest his food before entering the Slytherin common room.
"Good evening, Belloc." A familiar face greeted him as he passed by.
Lynn nodded in response, "Good evening."
He pushed open the door to his single dormitory room, and just as he hung his robes on the hanger, he suddenly sensed something was off. There
was someone sitting in the chair in front of the desk.
A blonde witch was reading a book with her legs crossed.
She winked and waved at Lynn with a smile.
"Good evening, Lynn."
(End of Chapter)
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