"Impulsive, too impulsive, Miss Granger."
Professor McGonagall spoke with an expression that was half-worried and half-proud; of course, if the curve of her lips were a bit less pronounced, her words might have been slightly more convincing.
"By Merlin, it's the first time I've seen the Ravenclaw children so spirited and united."
Professor Flitwick's mood was also very high; seeing the students of his own house united, which Dean wouldn't be happy?
As for what the Ministry of Magic and those Pure-blood families would think after hearing this news, Professor Flitwick felt it wasn't important.
He would protect his own students; Professor Flitwick didn't think any of them could harm his students in front of him.
The Ravenclaw Eagles sat back in their seats one after another, continuing to eat lunch unhurriedly.
At the other three long tables, the Slytherins were silent, the Gryffindors whispered, and the Hufflepuffs were hesitating whether to follow Ravenclaw's decision this time.
But everyone knew that something invisible in the Wizarding World had begun to change from this moment on.
After lunch, Lynn stood up and followed Hermione back to the Dormitory, while Maranhao, Marietta, and Penelope joined the "army" formed by other Ravenclaws.
They marched to the Owlery to write letters to their parents.
During this day's lunch break, almost half of the public Owls in Hogwarts were dispatched.
At the same time, among them were many private Owls from Slytherin House students.
Everyone was conveying what had happened in the Great Hall today.
Until Maranhao and Marietta returned to the Dormitory, Lynn was staring blankly at the water cup in front of her with her wand.
"What's wrong?"
Maranhao walked to Hermione's side and asked softly, and Hermione shook her head just as ignorantly.
"I don't know either. Lynn has been like this since we got back to the Dormitory. I thought she might be thinking about something, so I didn't go over to disturb her."
"Alright." Maranhao nodded, no longer dwelling on it, and turned back to her bed.
Hermione and Marietta also returned to their beds and leaned back; as long as nothing was wrong with Lynn, it was fine.
Lunch break should be utilized well; thinking of this, the three of them simultaneously pulled their bed curtains and began their nap.
Almost the moment they pulled their curtains, Lynn's gaze swept over the three curtains one by one, a hint of softness revealing in the depths of her eyes.
It was immediately replaced by indifference, as lines of formulas and algorithms flashed continuously in her brain.
How to generate a large enough amount of energy, how to compress this massive energy, how to pack such energy into a small-volume weapon, and how to make the weapon successfully release the energy.
Her brain was running rapidly; Lynn constantly dug deep into the knowledge she had learned, constructing an incredibly complex manufacturing diagram in her mind.
A path that might normally take ten or even decades to traverse was completed by Lynn in an instant.
After all, she only needed to design a weapon reasonable enough to achieve her goal; as for the craftsmanship and materials needed to manufacture such a weapon, she didn't need to consider them at all.
Drawing her wand, Lynn's mind conjured that incredibly complex yet clear design; she waved her wand and chanted the spell.
The water cup in front of her slowly underwent a fundamental change, and Lynn could feel a large amount of her magic being drained away.
However, compared to her own magic capacity, she could easily withstand the loss of this magic.
Supported by magic, the water cup's transformation was very fast; after just one second, it turned into a pistol-shaped weapon shimmering with blue light.
Picking up the weapon she had transformed with her left hand, Lynn examined it carefully.
The structural transformation was normal, the internal energy transformation was normal; it seemed to be filled by her own magic, but through the amplification device built into the weapon's structure, the magic she filled in should be able to exert even greater destructive power.
Holding the weapon in her left hand and waving her wand with her right, items such as the quill, ink bottle, and parchment in front of Lynn floated behind her.
The design diagram was rapidly constructed and perfected in her mind; every formula and every piece of knowledge required no excessive thought, and every derivation was logical.
There was no need to think about more problems; with magic cooperating, Lynn could perfectly manifest those highly destructive weapons she had constructed in her mind.
Buzz... After a slight vibration, five small metallic spheres shimmering with light floated behind Lynn; at the same time, nearly one-tenth of her magic had been consumed.
Stowing her wand, Lynn looked down at the weapon in her left hand; the metallic spheres behind her also flew in front of her, constantly flashing with a red light that made one feel uneasy.
Hermione wanted to create a better future for herself and the world; no one should question Hermione, and no one would.
Putting the weapon into the pocket of her wizard robe, Lynn stood up, went back to her bed, lay down, and slowly closed her eyes.
In the afternoon, the third-year Ravenclaw Eagles were to have Charms Class, together with Hufflepuff.
During the class, the curve of Professor Flitwick's lips never went down; Lynn, who actively answered questions, was awarded nearly twenty points by him, and the Little Badgers in class with them applauded silently.
Well, it seemed that the ideas of their good partners, The Ravenclaws, were very much welcomed by their Professor.
After Charms Class ended, Lynn stood up and walked towards the classroom door with her schoolbag.
Professor Flitwick, however, reached out in time and called her back.
"Miss Lynn, please wait a moment."
Lynn's footsteps paused; she turned around and nodded politely to Professor Flitwick.
"Professor Flitwick, is there something the matter?"
Professor Flitwick chuckled and waved his wand to pack things up. "Nothing major, I just wanted to say that if you need it, you can come to me for a pass to the Restricted Section."
"You've almost finished reading the books outside the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library, haven't you? It's really the first time I've seen a child who is about to finish all the books."
Lynn was stunned and looked at Professor Flitwick, tilting her head mechanically. "Professor Flitwick, aren't you afraid I'll read books from the Restricted Section and learn things I shouldn't?"
Professor Flitwick waved his hand. "I trust your character, Miss Lynn."
"And as you once said yourself, ordinary magic can sometimes possess capabilities that the Dark Arts can't even dream of; knowledge itself is neither good nor bad, the good or bad lies in the human heart."
Lynn nodded seriously, her lips curling up almost imperceptibly. "Thank you for your trust, Professor Flitwick. Once I've finished the remaining books, I'll come to you for the authorization slip."
"Good, go and have dinner now."
Professor Flitwick smiled and waved to Lynn, signaling her to go first; Lynn bowed deeply to Professor Flitwick, then turned and walked out of the classroom.
Arriving in the Great Hall, she sat between Maranhao and Marietta; as soon as she sat down, the two seniors worked in perfect harmony, one putting meat and the other putting vegetables, filling her plate.
"Thank you."
Lynn thanked them politely and took a large bite of steak; Maranhao and Marietta sitting beside her—or rather, the Eagles at the entire Ravenclaw Table—each had a letter in hand, and some Young Wizards even held several.
"My mom said that what happened at noon was reported to Fudge by some Pure-blood families; he and his supporters, especially that Dolores Umbridge, are quite furious."
"She told us to remember to be careful."
Marietta put the letter in her hand aside and took a sip of pumpkin juice unconcernedly.
She wasn't worried that her mother would be targeted in the Ministry of Magic because of what happened at noon.
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