Back in the dormitory, Lynn did not rest immediately.

As for what happened today, even if he is lying in bed now, he will definitely not be able to sleep.

He sat at his desk and took out a piece of parchment paper that had been written long ago from the drawer. With the help of the light of the desk lamp, he read through what he wrote again, and finally looked at the title of the parchment paper and suddenly laughed.

If this were in ancient times, would my own article be considered a memorial?

Lin En thought of a text from his previous life, "Ten Thoughts on Admonitions to Emperor Taizong" written by Wei Zheng to Li Shimin, and what is his own?

"Ten Thoughts on Dumbledore's Advice"?

No, the things he wrote were not admonishing Dumbledore, so it should be called "Hogwarts Reform Table"?

Lynn was not a liberal arts student in his previous life. He didn't know what the real style of writing should be, but he knew that if the article he was holding was really implemented, it would be a drastic change for Hogwarts.

He slightly modified some of the inappropriate or too radical content, and finally put it back into the drawer and went to bed to rest.

Everything that happened tonight was like not causing any turmoil in the entire world, or in the magic world, or in Hogwarts.

Lynn and others just turned the illusion of Voldemort's death into another illusion, which has not changed at present, but for the future of the entire world, the original path has deviated from another path.

The next morning, the auditorium in Hogwarts.

The little wizards were having breakfast in the auditorium as usual. Professor McGonagall came in the middle and announced that because of some accidents in Professor Quirrell, he could only spend the rest of his life in Azkabane, and there was only one last week left before the final exam, so the remaining black magic defense class for the semester was stopped and the little wizards were allowed to review by themselves.

The old students have long been accustomed to this kind of news. Some of them were even very surprised that Professor Quirrell was so strong that he almost had to hold on until the end of a semester. Unlike Professor Fox, who had failed last semester, he failed shortly after Christmas.

The freshmen were surprised that this timid professor was imprisoned in the Azka class because of why he was imprisoned. The old students summarized their experiences.

Last semester, almost all the young wizards believed that Professor Fox should be imprisoned in Azka class, but he entered Saint Mungo. Most young wizards this semester believed that Professor Kiro was likely to enter Saint Mungo due to physical problems in the end, so he went to Azka class to squat.

So nothing is wrong. How can I say that, reality is always more unexpected and full of reversals.

"I still feel like yesterday is like a dream." Cedric said in a daze.

Lynn encouraged Yian: "Go and slap him so that he knows if he is dreaming."

Yian kept a face-patterned and ate toast, ignoring him.

"Don't you have any magic class in the morning?" Cedric remembered that Lynn had made an appointment with Dumbledore to go to his office at 10 a.m. last night.

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

Ian asked, “Is it about Tom?”

Ever since they learned Voldemort's real name, they have been calling him privately with this real name.

"It's much more important than Tom," Lynn said seriously. "We caught Tom yesterday, but no one except us present had noticed this happening, but if I had negotiated it with Professor Dumbledore, our life in Hogwarts would have changed unprecedentedly.

"So you're going to keep us in a silence?"

Both Cedric and Ian looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Lin En quickly stood up from the chair: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I wouldn't say something in advance, but it won't work."

"All nonsense!"

"I've never heard of something like this!"

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

It’s not that he deliberately sways their appetite, but that some things need to be felt subtly and tell them something directly. If they have too little knowledge and experience, they won’t feel anything.

Without pressing down, Lin En came to the stone monster on the third floor ten minutes in advance.

"Password."

“Lemonade.”

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

After Lynn entered, he walked straight along the stairs to the eighth floor. Dumbledore sat in the office, holding his hands on the table, doing nothing, as if waiting for him.

"You're very punctual, Lynn." Dumbledore still had that kind smile. Directly opposite him, a chair suddenly jumped out on his own, ready to let Lynn do his own.

Lin En sat on the chair, and suddenly a cup of black tea appeared in front of him. Lin En glanced at it and raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't it be lemonade? Professor."

"Drinking cold soda just after dinner in the morning is not good for your health." He blinked at Lynn, "The black tea tastes good, I think you will like it."

Lynn picked up the teacup and took a sip. The excess sugar inside made him squint his eyes.

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

"You always surprise me, Lynn." Dumbledore made the opening remark of this conversation, leaning against the back of the chair and smiling. "From the beginning of this school year, I discovered your movements. To be honest, at first I didn't understand why you were studying that spell, and thought you just wanted to teach your friends how to better deal with the pranks of Pipi, but I didn't expect the spell to be so effective."

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

"Actually, you're right. At first I really wanted to use this spell to deal with Pipi, but then one time, I accidentally discovered Professor Quirrell's secret and heard his conversation with his master. So I had a higher idea of ​​this spell, so I had the same thing that happened yesterday."

Although the system-rewarded brain closure technique cannot allow Lynn to build a false memory in his own brain, it is precisely because it is passive that Lynn does not need to actively maintain it. He can talk nonsense when talking to Dumbledore without worrying that he finds himself lying.

Dumbledore nodded slightly as if he had no doubt about what he said.

"Maybe this is fate."

Lynn didn't want to talk to him about his fate. The more he said, he was afraid that he would use more lies to fill in the lies, so he would easily reveal himself 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 light flashing: "Have you found the answer?"

Lynn took a deep breath and asked.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Fox, who accompanied me to find his magic in Abros during the summer vacation, is it actually you?"
Chapter completed!