Headmaster Dumbledore looked at Lynn, who was being held by the arm by Hermione, and felt a wave of numbness on his scalp.
He had once taught Tom, so he knew that he was Lord Voldemort.
But even he knew almost nothing about the Gaunt family or the Chamber of Secrets.
Yet Lynn, relying solely on some book contents, had deduced that Lord Voldemort was once the model Hogwarts student, Tom Riddle.
She could even deduce that he was the Heir of Slytherin and had opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago.
She could even deduce that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a Basilisk, based on the books and some details at the scene.
Looking at Lynn with a complex gaze, Headmaster Dumbledore began to feel glad that she had Hermione and a group of friends by her side.
Otherwise, if this girl ever walked a path similar to Lord Voldemort's, she would surely be an existence even more terrifying than him.
"You... you stupid monster! You mudblood, how dare you!"
Among the Slytherin Little Snakes, who felt as if the sky had fallen, someone finally reacted.
A sixth-year Young Wizard who believed in pure-blood supremacy pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Lynn, his blurted-out insults not even caring that the Professors were still there.
Her explanation of Lord Voldemort's background was well-founded, especially that anagram, which left no room for rebuttal.
That Lord Voldemort was a half-blood was clearly already an established fact.
But it was precisely because of this that these Young Wizards from Pure-blood families were even angrier.
Didn't this mean their families had been deceived? Didn't it mean the pure-blood ideology they had always pursued was fundamentally a joke?
This was something they absolutely could not accept!
"What's this? Want a fight!"
Unfortunately, it wasn't just Slytherin students present; the Ravenclaw Eagles were there too.
Before Lynn could even pull out her wand, a sixth-year Little Eagle pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at that sixth-year Slytherin, a small cluster of sparks even emerging from the tip of his wand.
Clearly ready to act, the Slytherin froze for a moment, gritting his teeth as he looked at the Ravenclaw next to him.
If it came to a fight, there was no way he could beat a Ravenclaw in his own year.
These nerds read a lot, so they knew a lot of Charms.
But wasn't it said that these nerds were usually immersed in their own worlds and didn't care about others? Why was an upperclassman standing up for that damn Lynn now?
"Lower your wand, Karochi."
Another Slytherin seventh-year raised his wand and pointed it at Karochi, who was confronting his junior.
"The ones who should lower their wands are you."
Penelope's usually gentle voice was unusually cold. As soon as she finished speaking, all the Little Eagles raised their wands, pointing them at the Slytherins near them.
The Little Badgers, who usually had the mildest temperaments, also raised their wands and joined the Little Eagles in surrounding the Slytherins.
The Gryffindors also pulled out their wands without hesitation; whenever it came to dealing with Slytherin, they had to have a hand in it.
As for Lynn, she was already firmly shielded behind Hermione, Harry, and Ron.
With three entire houses pointing wands at Slytherin, Professor Snape's face turned livid.
Headmaster Dumbledore also looked toward Lynn with some uncertainty.
The Ravenclaws had always been solitary, focusing only on their own fields of research.
How did Lynn manage to get them all to unite and present such a united front against outsiders?
More importantly, why were the Hufflepuffs getting involved?
Just as he was about to speak and tell everyone to lower their wands, Lynn stepped out of the "protective circle" of Hermione and the other two before he could.
"I am only telling the truth," Lynn's voice remained as flat and mechanical as ever. "Based on known information and logical analysis, I can ensure that the accuracy of the results I provide is over ninety percent."
"If you are skeptical, you can provide evidence or materials to refute me. I would be very grateful for someone to correct my mistakes."
Lynn's face was expressionless, but her words were polite.
However, in the next moment, her words made everyone feel that things were about to take a bad turn.
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