I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Back in the bedroom, Lynn didn't rest immediately.

As far as what happened today, even if he was lying in bed now, he would definitely not be able to sleep.

He sat in front of his desk, took out a parchment he had written long ago from the drawer, and with the help of the light of the desk lamp, he read through what he had written again, and finally looked at the title of the parchment and suddenly smiled. up.

If this were ancient times, would one of your articles be considered a memorial?

Lin En thought of a text from a previous life, Wei Zheng's "Ten Thoughts of the Taizong Remonstrance" written to Li Shimin, and what is his own?

"Ten Thoughts on Dumbledore"?

No, these things he wrote are not to persuade Dumbledore, so should it be called "Hogwarts Reform Table"?

Lynn didn't study liberal arts in his previous life. He didn't know what the real style should be, but he knew that if this thing he was holding in his hand was really implemented, it would be tantamount to an earth-shaking change for Hogwarts.

He revamped some of the parchment that was inappropriate, or too radical, and finally put it back in the drawer and went to bed.

Everything that happened tonight seems to have made no waves in the whole world, or the wizarding world, or Hogwarts.

Lynn and the others just turned the illusion of Voldemort's death into another illusion. There is no change now, but for the future of the whole world, the original path has deviate from the other path.

The next morning, the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

The little wizards were eating breakfast in the auditorium as usual. In the middle, Professor McGonagall came and announced that because Professor Quirrell had some accidents, he could only spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, and the final exam was only left. It's the last week, so the rest of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class for the semester will be stopped and the little wizards will review it on their own.

The old students have long been accustomed to this kind of news, and some of them are even very surprised that Professor Quirrell is so strong, he is almost going to hold on to the end of the semester, unlike Professor Fox last semester, not long after Christmas. Just hit the street.

The freshmen were amazed that the normally submissive professor was imprisoned in Azkaban for what reason, and the old students summed up their experience.

Last semester, almost all the little wizards thought that Professor Fox should be imprisoned in Azkaban, and he ended up in St. Mungo's. This semester, most of the little wizards thought that Professor Quirrell was likely to end up in St. Mungo's because of physical problems. , and as a result he went to Azkaban to squat.

So there's nothing wrong with that, the reality is always more unexpected and full of inversions.

"I still feel like yesterday was like a dream," Cedric said in a trance.

Lynn urged Ian on the side: "Go and slap him and let him know if he is dreaming."

Ian kept his face paralyzed and ate toast, ignoring him.

"Did you miss your morning spells class?" Cedric remembered Lynn's appointment with Dumbledore to his office at 10 a.m. last night.

Lynn nodded and said, "Of course, I have more important things to talk about with Professor Dumbledore than the spell class."

Ian asked, "Is it about Tom?"

Ever since they knew Voldemort's real name, they've been calling him by that name in private.

"It's more important than Tom." Lynn said seriously, "We caught Tom yesterday, but apart from the few of us present, no one noticed that this happened, but if this happened, I Our lives at Hogwarts will change like never before if we get to talk to Professor Dumbledore.

"So you're still going to betray us?"

Both Cedric and Ian looked at him badly.

Lynn hurriedly stood up from the chair: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but it would be ineffective to say something in advance."

"What nonsense!"

"I've never heard of such a thing!"

Lynn left the auditorium amidst the rants of his two companions.

It's not that he deliberately hangs their appetites, but that some things really have to be felt subtly and tell them directly. They have too little knowledge and experience, and they won't feel anything.

Without pressing the point, Lynn came to the stone monster on the third floor ten minutes early.

"Password."

"Lemonade."

The ugly stone monster jumped up and gave him a place to pass.

After Lynn entered, he went straight up the stairs to the eighth floor. Dumbledore was sitting in the office, clasping his hands on the table, doing nothing, as if waiting for him.

"You're on time, Lynn." Dumbledore still had that kind smile, and right across from him, a chair suddenly jumped out, ready to let Lynn do it on his own.

Lynn took the opportunity to sit on the chair, and suddenly there was a cup of black tea in front of him. Lynn glanced at it and raised his eyebrows.

"Shouldn't it be lemonade? Professor."

"Drinking cold soda after eating in the morning is not good for your health." He winked at Lynn, "Black tea tastes good too, I think you'll like it."

Lynn picked up the teacup and took a sip, the excess sugar in it made him narrow his eyes involuntarily.

The old bee did not disappoint him, even the black tea still tasted the same.

"You always surprise me, Lynn." Dumbledore opened the conversation, leaning back in his chair and smiling, "I've noticed yours since the beginning of this school year. Action, to be honest, at first I didn't understand why you were researching that spell, thought you were just trying to teach your friends how to better deal with Peeves' shenanigans, but I didn't expect this spell to work like that Big."

Dumbledore's words seemed to praise him, but Lynn still heard the hidden meaning inside, and he said without changing his face.

"Actually, you're right Professor, at first I really just wanted to use this spell against Peeves, but then one time, I stumbled across Professor Quirrell's secret and overheard him talking to his master. So , I have a higher vision for this spell, so what happened yesterday."

Although the system rewarded Occlumency cannot allow Lynn to construct a false memory in his own brain, it is precisely because it is passive, so there is no need for Lynn to actively maintain it. Lido was free to talk nonsense without worrying about him finding out that he was lying.

Dumbledore seemed to have no doubts about what he said and nodded slightly.

"Maybe it's fate."

Lynn didn't want to talk about fate with him. The more he said, he was afraid that he would use more lies to fill in the lies, which would be easy to reveal in the end, so he changed the subject.

"Professor, do you remember what you said to me last semester when I asked you about my background?"

Dumbledore looked at Lynn with a glint in his eyes: "Have you found the answer?"

Lynn took a deep breath and asked.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Fox, who accompanied me to find the magic in Arbroth during the summer vacation, is actually you, right?"

The water pipe at home was frozen and cracked. I didn’t start coding until the kitchen and living room were rescued. Now I’m about to write the next chapter. I feel like I need to save some manuscripts, otherwise there will be problems sooner or later.

Of course, the promised extras will be fulfilled at the end of this volume, and today the monthly pass has reached more than 500, and the two chapters will be completed within a week, and then the manuscript will really be saved!

real!