Sitting on either side of Lynn, Maranhao and Marietta overheard the conversation and quickly stood up from their seats to lean in close.
"Senior Penelope, add the two of us too! We want to learn as well."
Penelope paused for a moment, her gaze shifting to Lynn, who was eating, and she gave a doting smile.
"Fine, no problem. The three of you can just learn from me together."
It was all for Lynn anyway, and since the three underclassmen were her friends, teaching one was the same as teaching three.
"Then how about we have lessons four times a week? We want to master it quickly."
As Hermione spoke, she looked at Maranhao and Marietta for their agreement.
The two girls nodded vigorously. Coincidentally, learning it as soon as possible was exactly what they were thinking.
After all, every additional person who knew the Patronus Charm meant one more layer of protection for Lynn.
"Alright then." Penelope arched an eyebrow, looking at the three underclassmen who had turned into "workaholics" before her eyes.
"But practicing three times a week will be very exhausting."
"No problem!"
Hermione and the other two answered in unison.
Lynn, who was sitting nearby eating lunch, put down her knife and fork, turned her head mechanically, and said in a flat voice:
"Thank you, Hermione. Thank you, Senior Maranhao, Senior Marietta, and Senior Penelope."
All four of them froze at the same time. Maranhao and Marietta exchanged looks.
Penelope, more directly, grabbed Hermione's sleeve. "Is this... an improvement?"
Lynn had actually taken the initiative to react to the outside world while eating, and it was without anyone even calling her full name!
"Yes."
Hermione hummed in agreement, then bit her lip and recounted what had happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to the three seniors.
After hearing Hermione's account, the joy in the three seniors' hearts turned bittersweet.
The past Lynn that the Boggart had transformed into was far too wretched. Before they could be happy about their junior's improvement, they felt heartbroken for her first.
"What a good child."
Seeing that the pumpkin juice in Lynn's cup was empty, Maranhao immediately refilled it for her.
"What she truly fears isn't her own suffering, but us suffering what she herself has endured."
"Yes..."
Hermione softly echoed, then regardless of the fact that this was the Ravenclaw Table, she sat right down.
Since no Gryffindor or Ravenclaw student would say anything anyway, there was nothing to worry about.
"When we went to Paris this year, she once told me that if there were no humans left in the world, resources wouldn't be depleted, and the kind of future from her original world wouldn't happen."
Maranhao clicked her tongue at Hermione's words, but her expression showed no fear or wariness.
After all, if someone as meticulously analytical as Lynn wanted to do something bad, she would never say it out loud.
Others would only find out after she had already finished it.
The fact that she directly spoke the dark thoughts in her mind was just as Hermione guessed.
She was asking for help—asking Hermione to help her suppress such thoughts, waiting for her to fully recover her emotions so she could process that resentment toward humanity herself.
"I told her to wait, that I would make the world a better place and lead it away from that kind of future."
"Minister for Magic?"
Penelope gave a light laugh, her eyes burning as she looked at the junior beside her who didn't hide her ambition at all.
Maranhao and Marietta also looked at her with the same focus, waiting for her answer.
"Yes."
Hermione nodded with certainty. "Only by becoming the person at the very top will I have the power to decide the direction of the future."
"Since Lynn has worries, I will eliminate everything she worries about for her."
"The Wizarding World has Pure-blood families," Maranhao said calmly, picking up her pumpkin juice and taking a sip. "They control all sorts of resources in the Wizarding World."
"The Muggle World is the same, I suppose," Marietta added quietly. At this moment, the state they displayed was not at all like thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls.
They were more like wise strategists who had been tempered through various environments.
"They will all stop you, they will hinder you. What do you plan to do? Can you make them cooperate with you?"
Penelope also put down her knife and fork, looking at Hermione seriously, waiting for her response.
"They will."
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