After Headmaster Dumbledore finished introducing himself, Lockhart specially stood up and introduced himself again.
The focus of the introduction was on what achievements he had obtained, how popular he was, and how charming his smile was.
Lynn watched Lockhart, who wore a confident smile at the Staff Table, and felt nothing in her heart.
Everyone has different aesthetics, so she didn't think Lockhart's smile was attractive; on the contrary, she found it ugly.
However, facing a Professor, Lynn also knew these thoughts of hers were absolutely unnecessary; she only needed to listen to the Professor and study hard.
When Lockhart finally ended his narcissistic monologue, applause rang out through the Great Hall.
Many of the little Witches he had charmed were clapping enthusiastically.
Only Ravenclaw House didn't have a single person clapping for him. Earlier, a Muggle-born first-year Young Wizard who didn't know better had wanted to applaud.
The Senior students next to him stopped him and explained the fact that Lockhart was a good-for-nothing, as well as the dismal past he had during his school days.
The Young Wizards who had wanted to applaud instantly gave up the idea. Forget it; they'd better avoid this kind of Professor as much as possible.
As for Lynn… before she could even raise her hands, Senior Maranhao and Marietta, who had anticipated this, pressed her hands down.
They were afraid that if Lynn applauded now, when she returned to normal later, she would feel sick remembering that she had clapped today.
Seeing that Ravenclaw House, the House he had come from, had not a single person welcoming him,
Lockhart's expression stiffened slightly, but he adjusted immediately, smiled at the Young Wizards who had applauded for him, and returned to his seat at the Staff Table.
The moment his butt touched the chair, Headmaster Dumbledore announced the end of the feast; Professors and students could all leave.
Lockhart, who had just sat down, had to stand up again; to say Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't doing this on purpose… was indeed unlikely.
Lynn stood up expressionlessly and followed Senior Maranhao and Marietta toward Ravenclaw Tower.
As she walked, she replayed in her mind every face she had just seen in the Great Hall.
Except for the seventh-year Seniors who had graduated, not a single student was missing from the Great Hall.
Why was this so? Lynn's mind stalled; she couldn't deduce the reason.
According to logic, the bottom third in rankings should have been disposed of.
Yet now not a single student had been disposed of. Had something gone wrong with the Enforcement Agents, or… Before Lynn could think of a specific reason, another thought popped up from the depths of her mind.
Hadn't she sensed before that this school was different from her previous school?
So the difference was… that Hogwarts did not dispose of students?
Lynn deduced a result as best she could, but immediately afterward her brain was hit by waves of sharp pain.
This was completely opposite to her fundamental cognition; in her basic understanding, students ranked in the bottom third should be disposed of by the school.
All schools in the world were like this, but she was no longer in her original world.
Another thought burst from the depths of Lynn's mind: schools in the two worlds could indeed be different.
The pain gradually faded. After returning to her Dormitory, Lynn sat at her desk and stopped thinking about the question.
So what if schools in the two worlds were different? So what if this world's school didn't dispose of students?
As a student, her first priority was still to study. Thinking this, Lynn opened her Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and earnestly "reviewed" it once more.
Tomorrow would be the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class; she should read the textbook one more time.
Maranhao and Marietta exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.
But in the end they didn't stop Lynn; it was only previewing, and now Lynn would take the initiative to go to bed early, so it should be fine… Thinking this, the two Senior girls, after bathing one after another, dried their hair with Charms and went straight to sleep.
On ordinary days they definitely wouldn't do this; after all, drying hair with Charms still damages it a little.
Girls—who doesn't care about their hair?
But today was different; they were simply too tired, so they just dried it with Charms and went to sleep.
On the other side, Lynn was still earnestly reading Lockhart's book.
Her brain gave a concrete analysis of the stories in it.
Most were credible and could be used for reference, but likewise some parts were purely for book effect and shouldn't be learned.
However, she had complete faith in the spells in the book.
What was written in books couldn't be wrong—this principle stood alongside "the school can't be wrong," "the teacher can't be wrong," and "parents can't be wrong" as the four cardinal rules.
Lynn fully endorsed this and had always acted on it.
Therefore, when trying the magic written in Lockhart's book, she devoted absolute seriousness and effort to every spell.
Sadly, even so, nearly half the magic described in Lockhart's book she couldn't cast; after chanting the incantation, nothing happened.
There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation of magic. As for the other half, the effects achieved were vastly different from—or completely unrelated to—what Lockhart's book described.
Even her current practice was like this. She put away her wand.
Lynn checked the time: seven minutes to twelve, almost her bedtime.
At this thought, she quickly changed out of her Wizard robes, grabbed a change of clothes, and strode into the bathroom.
While washing herself rapidly, Lynn quietly scolded and belittled herself.
"Can't even learn a Charm—utterly stupid."
"It's all written in the book and you still can't do it—must have a pig's brain."
"Why can everyone else do it but not me? Maybe I wasn't born with a human brain like theirs."
She didn't stop talking for the entire five-minute shower.
Her memory held plenty of similar lines; at first, Mom and Dad had used them to scold her.
Later, when they remembered Lynn could memorize these words, they simply stopped scolding her themselves and made her memorize them.
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