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Lupin, who was standing nearby, twitched his mouth noticeably upon hearing this, his eyes full of accusation as he looked at Dumbledore and Lynn.
Those two! Have they even considered my feelings? I'm a werewolf!
Fortunately, Dumbledore had a conscience after all and didn't continue to indulge his sometimes unpredictable sense of humor on the topic of the "moon."
He reined in his smile.
"Now then, child, can you tell me why you're... well, at such a time, appearing in such a place?"
Lynn glanced at Lupin beside him and decided to tell a partial truth.
"Um... Professor Snape came to me a few days ago and asked me to help him brew a... well, a uniquely scented wolfsbane potion."
Lynn then briefly explained how he had deduced that Lupin might be a werewolf from Snape's unusual request, the sole purpose of the wolfsbane potion, Professor Lupin's periodic leave, and so on.
"...So, I just wanted to come and see if my deduction was correct."
After hearing Lynn's explanation, Dumbledore nodded slightly; as long as he wasn't there to slaughter a werewolf, it was fine. For the old Headmaster, who had dealt with countless troubles, this was considered good news.
However, Lupin's reaction was entirely different.
When he heard the words "uniquely scented wolfsbane potion," the wolf's head looked at Lynn with an extremely complex gaze. If that look could be translated into human speech, it would probably mean—"Damn it! So it was you, kid! You're the one who brewed that pot of biochemical weapons?!"
Lynn naturally received Lupin's accusatory gaze and rubbed his nose somewhat awkwardly.
"Professor... you won't blame me, right? I was just... following Professor Snape's instructions."
Lupin: "..."
He looked at Lynn's face, a breath catching in his chest, his teeth involuntarily chattering. "Awoo!" (I won't!)
Lynn immediately took advantage of the opening, his face showing a look of relief.
"That's great! Don't worry, Professor, I definitely won't make it so... well... flavorfully rich next time!"
He promised solemnly; as for whether Professor Snape would brew it himself, that was none of Lynn's business.
Lupin nodded upon hearing this, thinking: As expected of an outstanding Hufflepuff student, so understanding and willing to correct his mistakes.
Seeing their exchange come to an end, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Ahem~ It is indeed getting late."
He looked at Lupin. "Remus, you need to get some rest. I'll take Lynn back to the castle first."
He turned back to Lynn.
"Don't worry, I believe student Lynn will understand the sensitivity of this matter and will keep your secret."
With that, Dumbledore led the way back to Hogwarts Castle. After the two left, the Shrieking Shack returned to its original state...
The familiar Headmaster's office, the familiar portraits, and the familiar seats. Lynn was once again sitting across from Dumbledore.
Dumbledore didn't speak immediately, his fingertips lightly tapping the desk, seemingly pondering his wording.
After a moment, Dumbledore spoke slowly, "Remus... he will thank you for helping him keep this secret. It's very important to him."
Lynn gave a couple of awkward laughs, thinking: I didn't, I haven't, don't talk nonsense! I never personally promised to keep the secret!
Dumbledore seemed to see through his little scheme, his lips curling slightly. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the bookshelf.
His fingers brushed past countless books and notes, finally stopping at an exceptionally ancient-looking notebook. He pulled the notebook out and turned to hand it to Lynn.
"As recognition for your... 'exploratory spirit,' and as 'encouragement' you might need," Dumbledore's voice held a hint of subtle amusement, "this is Nicolas Flamel's..."
Dumbledore hadn't even finished speaking.
Lynn's eyes had already lit up the moment he saw Dumbledore turn toward the bookshelf!
Upon hearing Nicolas Flamel's name, Lynn's hand shot out, grabbing the notebook firmly and clutching it to his chest, as if afraid the other would change his mind.
"I will keep the secret, Professor!" Lynn's voice was resolute, his expression serious. "Absolutely tight-lipped! In the name of my family!"
Dumbledore looked at his "forgetting principles for profit... er, righteous" appearance and waved his hand.
"Very well. Then, you may go back."
"Understood! Thank you, Headmaster! Goodnight, Headmaster!"
Lynn nodded hurriedly, clutching the notebook, turning around as fast as he could, pulling open the door to the Headmaster's office, and dashing out with a whoosh.
Bang!
The closing of the door shook a bit of dust off the frame. Phineas Nigellus in the portrait let out a dissatisfied mutter,
"Tsk, young people these days, no composure at all!"
At this moment, Lynn was running like a gust of wind through the castle corridors, the notebook from Nicolas Flamel held tightly in his arms, his heart pounding with excitement.
Last time it was Dumbledore's notebook, this time Nicolas Flamel's; next time, it's almost unimaginable.
Bang!
The door to the Hufflepuff boys' dormitory was kicked open by Lynn once again. Edgar, who was playing Wizard's chess with Ollie, was so startled by the noise that his hand shook, and the knight almost knocked his own queen off the board.
He looked back and saw Lynn rushing in like a whirlwind, still clutching a notebook tightly in his arms.
"Yo, you're back?" Edgar raised an eyebrow. "Where did you run off to this time?"
Lynn shook his head. "Secret."
Cutting off any possibility of further questioning.
Edgar was choked by this blunt answer and clicked his tongue twice.
"Fine, fine, so mysterious. Then, where did that notebook you're holding come from?"
Hearing this, Lynn's face was instantly replaced by smugness and excitement. He chuckled.
"Headmaster Dumbledore gave me Nicolas Flamel's notebook."
With that, Lynn dashed to his desk and impatiently flipped open the notebook. However, the first line that caught his eye made him freeze for a moment.
"In 1347, Pope Pelagius IV secretly kept a Crup that could recite the Bible. He firmly believed it was the incarnation of an angel, until that dog snatched his roast chicken during a meeting of the College of Cardinals..."
Lynn quickly flipped through a few more pages.
"...Playing cards with Countess Bathory; she cheated, using magic to peek at my cards. I had to turn her mithril hairpin into a biting little snake in the next round; the scene was quite awkward for a moment."
"Discussing flying machine sketches with Da Vinci; he insisted that the ornithopter must use ash wood because it is 'light and poetic.' I secretly added some Peruvian light metal powder; he was as excited as a child after the successful test flight and still doesn't know the truth."
"Witnessed the debut of a certain famous opera soprano; her high notes shattered three crystal chandeliers. Later discovered she had been placed under a 'Sonorus' curse by a jealous rival, the effect lasting for a full twenty years."
Lynn: "..."