Back in the bedroom, Lynn did not 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 down at his desk and took out a parchment paper that had been written long ago. With the help of the lamp, he read through what he had written again, and finally looked at the title of the parchment and laughed. Up.

If this were ancient times, would one piece of your own essay count as a memorial?

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

"Admonish Dumbledore's Ten Thoughts"?

No, these things he wrote are not admonishing Dumbledore, so it should be called the "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 the thing he held in his hand was really implemented, it would be a radical change for Hogwarts.

He modified 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 seemed to be in the whole world, or the magical world, or even Hogwarts did not make any waves.

Lynn and the others just turned the illusion that people thought of Voldemort's death into another illusion. Nothing has changed now, but for the future of the whole world, they have already deviated from the original path to another path.

Early the next morning, the auditorium at Hogwarts.

The little wizards ate their breakfast in the auditorium as usual. Professor McGonagall came and announced that because Professor Quirrell had some accident, the rest of his life could only be spent in Azkaban, and only the final exam was left. It's the last week, so the rest of the defense against the Dark Arts class this semester will be stopped and the little wizards will review it by themselves.

Old students have long been accustomed to this kind of news. Some of them are even surprised that Professor Quirrell is so strong that he will almost hold on to the end of a semester. Unlike Professor Fox of last semester, Christmas is not long after. Just hit the street.

The freshmen were very surprised that the only professor who was usually the only one was imprisoned in Azkaban. The old students summed up their experience for them.

Last semester, almost all the little wizards thought that Professor Fox should be imprisoned in Azkaban. As a result, he entered Saint Mungo. This semester most of the little wizards believed that Professor Quirrell might end up in Saint Mungo due to physical problems. , And he went to Azkaban to squat.

So there is nothing wrong with the sentence, the reality is always more unexpected and full of reversals.

"I still think yesterday was like a dream." Cedric said in a daze.

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

Ian was eating toast with a paralyzed face and ignored him.

"Are you not going to the spell class in the morning?" Cedric remembered last night that Lynn had asked Dumbledore to go to his office at 10 o'clock in the morning.

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

Ian asked, "Is it about Tom?"

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"Much more important than Tom." Lynn said seriously, "We caught Tom yesterday, but apart from the few of us who were present, no one was aware of this happening, but if it happened to me If we reach an agreement with Professor Dumbledore, then our lives at Hogwarts will change like never before.

"So you still plan to sell us?"

Both Cedric and Ian looked at him with bad eyes.

Lin En quickly got up from the chair: "I didn't deliberately want to hide it from you, but if something is said in advance, it won't work."

"Nonsense!"

"I have never heard of such a thing!"

Lynn left the auditorium amid the fury of his two partners.

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

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

"Password."

"Lemon Soda."

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

After Lynn entered, he walked 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 exclusively.

"You are on time, Lynn." Dumbledore still had that kind smile, and a chair suddenly jumped out of him directly opposite him, ready to let Lynn do what he did.

Lynn sat down on the chair. A cup of black tea suddenly appeared in front of him. Lynn took a look and raised his eyebrows.

"Should it be lemonade? Professor."

"Drinking cold soda right after eating in the morning is not good for your health." He blinked at Lynn, "The taste of black tea is also good, I think you will like it."

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

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

"You always surprise me, Lynn." Dumbledore gave the opening remarks of this conversation. He leaned back in his chair and said with a smile. "From the beginning of this school year, I have discovered your Action, to be honest, at first I didn’t understand why you wanted to study the curse. I thought you just wanted to teach your friends how to better deal with Pippi’s pranks, but I didn’t expect this spell to work like this Big."

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

"Actually, you are right Professor. At first, I really just wanted to use this spell to deal with Pippi, but then one time, I stumbled upon Professor Quirrell’s secret and heard him talking with his master. So , I have a higher vision for this curse, so I have the one that happened yesterday."

The Occlusion Technique of System Reward ~lightnovelpub.net~ Although Lynn cannot build a false memory in his own brain, it is precisely because it is passive, so there is no need for Lynn to actively and effortlessly. Maintain, you can just talk nonsense when talking with Dumbledore, without worrying about him finding out that he is lying.

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

"Perhaps this is due to fate."

Lynn didn't want to talk about fate with him. The more he talked about him, he was afraid that he would have to fill up the lies with more lies, so that it would be easy to reveal things in the end, so he changed the subject.

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

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

Lynn took a deep breath and asked.

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