Before Hermione could answer, Lynn's response arrived a step ahead of her.
Turning her head with stiff movements, Lynn's voice was cold and solemn as she spoke word by word.
"They will agree. If they don't, I will go and have a personal talk with them. If Hermione is going to become the Minister for Magic for my sake..."
Lynn looked up at Hermione, and a flicker of emotion actually passed through her half-dead eyes.
"Then I will be the sharpest blade in Hermione's hand."
Hearing this, Maranhao, Marietta, and Penelope were all stunned simultaneously.
Also stunned were the Little Eagles sitting at the Ravenclaw Table who had been quietly eavesdropping on Hermione's conversation.
Hermione opened her mouth, then finally reached out to pull Lynn's shoulder, drawing her into her arms to lean against her.
"It's not just for you; of course, I have a bit of my own selfishness too."
Hermione arched an eyebrow, like a lioness unsheathing her claws. Her aura was confident and high-spirited. "If I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it best. I will definitely aim for the top!"
"A fine ambition, Miss Granger."
Penelope clapped her hands in appreciation. "Forgive me, since we're in the Great Hall, I can't applaud for you too loudly."
Looking around, the Little Eagles across the entire Ravenclaw Table crowded toward them, centering around Lynn.
Penelope, Maranhao, and Marietta were the first to raise their goblets of pumpkin juice.
Then all The Ravenclaws followed. "To Hermione, and the future she wants to create for Lynn."
"To Hermione, and the future she wants to create for Lynn!" echoed many voices.
The voices of The Ravenclaws directly stunned everyone in the Great Hall. Students from the other three houses and the Professors all turned their gazes toward them.
Professor Flitwick looked at the Little Eagles of his house, vaguely feeling... that something was escaping his imagination.
"To the future Minister for Magic, Hermione. Ravenclaw is with you."
"To the future Minister for Magic, Hermione. Ravenclaw is with you!" echoed many voices again.
In Hermione's arms, Lynn was the first to drink a whole cup of pumpkin juice, followed by Maranhao, Marietta, Penelope, and the rest of Ravenclaw.
As they set down their cups, the Great Hall was silent. Hermione's face was slightly flushed, but she still sat in her place with her head held high, holding Lynn in her arms.
Before the Slytherins could have any reaction, Lynn was the first to pull out her wand and place it on the table.
Since she was to be a blade, she needed to have a deterrent effect.
Making a rational analysis in her mind, Lynn's gaze slowly swept over the Slytherins in the hall. These Little Snakes, most of whom were heirs to Pure-blood families, all lowered their heads in unison.
None dared to meet Lynn's eyes.
Sitting at the Staff Table, Professor Snape turned to look at Headmaster Dumbledore, his hollow eyes even revealing a hint of uncontrollable helplessness.
Well then, the Gryffindor impulsiveness has even managed to infect Ravenclaw.
He cast a subtle glance at Lynn, who was sitting in the middle of the flock of eagles. She was clearly a steady, analytical child; how had she been led astray like this by that Gryffindor, Granger?
Even though, with her own strength, Granger's intelligence and political sensitivity, plus the support of Ravenclaw House, she did indeed have the qualifications to vie for the position of Minister for Magic.
But couldn't they be a bit more cautious? They hadn't even graduated—they were only in their third year—and they were already making such a huge scene.
The Pure-blood wizarding families, Fudge's people at the Ministry... how guarded would they become? They might even resort to underhanded tactics against them.
Thinking of this, Professor Snape's gaze toward Headmaster Dumbledore grew even deeper. It was his indulgence—his indulgence of Gryffindor House that made them more and more reckless, and look now, even Ravenclaw House has been led off course.
Professor Snape's gaze made Headmaster Dumbledore feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. He cleared his throat and said with a smile:
"It's quite good, isn't it? Such idealistic children."
Professor Snape gave an unceremonious cold snort and took a large bite of steak with his knife and fork.
"It's alright, Severus," Headmaster Dumbledore said cheerfully, taking a bite of a sweet biscuit. "I'm still here. No one can do anything to my students."
As he spoke, a dazzling light seemed to emanate from him. Professor Snape paused for a moment and swallowed the steak in his mouth.
"I have no interest in worrying about those reckless little brats."
Headmaster Dumbledore shook his head with a smile. It was only then that Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, sitting beside them, finally snapped out of their shock.
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