HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

Even Lin Boyan, who often bickered with Tang Chen, didn't say anything more.

Although he wasn't a member of the Shadow Court, he was still a member of the Night Dragon Clan and a soldier who had experienced life and death. How could he not understand the iron-bloodedness of the battlefield and the camaraderie among comrades?

Snape, who was not far away, glanced at the umbrella a few meters in front of him, then looked in Lin Mo's direction.

Ziqin? Snape was somewhat familiar with the name; he remembered hearing it when that troublesome little troll looked at the Mirror of Erised.

Although Snape had known Lin Mo for three or four years, he suddenly realized that he didn't actually know much about the kid at all.

"Well, I only paid attention to him because I considered him a traitor and because I had hurt him. I really don't need to waste my potion-making time trying to understand a troublesome troll," Snape thought to himself.

Lin Boyan noticed Snape standing there, and with basic politeness, he walked over: "Good day, Mr. Snape."

"Good day." Although Snape was indifferent to the students of Hogwarts, he had unknowingly come to treat Lin Boyan as a peer, even though Lin Boyan was still a minor.

"Xiao Mo often mentions Mr. Snape's care in his letters. Thank you for your help." After saying this, Lin Boyan looked back at the two who had gradually calmed down and were no longer embracing, and continued, "Mr. Snape, would you like to come and sit at my humble abode for a while?"

(Because "墨" and "默" are pronounced the same, they cannot be distinguished if spoken.)

"No need. Now that Mr. Kobayashi is home, I'll head back," Snape declined the invitation.

Lin Mo had always hoped that Snape would call him by his name, instead of just the distant "Mr. Lin". But how could Snape so easily grant his wish? So even though there were two Mr. Lins present, he was still referred to as "Little Mr. Lin".

"Alright, I'm sorry for what Xiao Mo did just now. I hope you didn't find it amusing. Well then, Mr. Snape, goodbye." Lin Boyan nodded slightly and watched Snape leave.

Snape glanced at Lin Mo, who was a dozen meters away, and could vaguely see the boy's reddened eyes. His heart sank, and he felt somewhat irritated. He suppressed his thoughts and strode away.

"Gentlemen, let's go home." Watching the man in black robes disappear into the fog, Lin Boyan picked up the umbrella from the ground and said to the two people who were talking.

"Alright!" Lin Mo responded loudly, like a gentle and refined young man.

Over the years, the sacrifice of his comrade-in-arms Tang Ziqin had been a constant source of inner turmoil for him. Now that his friend had passed away, the young man should still be a young man and shouldn't bear so much pain.

The three walked into the manor, and the members of the Hidden Shadows also gathered back.

Watching his younger brother and Tang Chen go back arm in arm, Lin Boyan felt inexplicably unhappy, feeling that his good younger brother was going to be taken away by someone else.

After returning home, urged by her two older brothers, Lin Mo first took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

The two sat on the sofa, the atmosphere inexplicably tense, but neither spoke. When Lin Mo arrived, a battle was about to break out.

"I think you need to explain to me why your name is Tang Ziqin, but you told me your name is Tang Chen?" Lin Boyan sat on the sofa in the living room, leaned back slightly, but his posture remained straight due to habit.

"My name is Tang Ziqin, codename is Chen." Tang Ziqin and Lin Mo were sitting on a very wide sofa. He answered, "You know, people in our line of work always have to be cautious."

Lin Boyan didn't want to ask Tang Ziqin why he wouldn't tell him his real name; he just wanted to keep his younger brother away from this guy.

Hmph, what's your status? You have the same younger brother as me.

Seeing the two sitting on the same sofa, Lin Boyan became angrier and angrier. His good younger brother had been kidnapped by someone else?

No way, that's his own brother, his own flesh and blood!

"I don't care, I don't want to hear your explanation. Xiao Mo, stay away from this guy, he doesn't tell the truth." Lin Boyan stated his purpose directly.

"No, isn't this what you asked me to explain?" Tang Ziqin felt more wronged than Dou E, wishing he could be slapped in the face in the middle of summer.

No, it's raining now. How about a hailstorm? Boom! Yes, hail! That's more impressive. Tang Ziqin's mind started racing.

Lin Mo: ...I'm going to go by the number six alone. How come these two brothers keep going around in circles and their ideas are about the same absurdity? This is a pure brain circuit version of "different paths leading to the same destination". There's no one else like it.

Tang Ziqin keenly sensed Lin Boyan's hostility, and he immediately guessed that it was definitely because Lin Boyan wanted to steal his beloved younger brother.

What's wrong with my own brother? I've been fighting alongside Xiao Mo for years. We were getting along peacefully, so I reluctantly agreed. But you insisted on arguing with me. Humph, I don't believe I can't win against you.

"Xiao Mo isn't a child. It's his own choice who he gets close to. Besides, I don't think you can even make sense of your own words," Tang Ziqin immediately retorted.

"Xiao Mo, listen to Zi Qin, stay away from your silly older brother, don't drag our smart brains down." He added, still wanting to say more.

"No, Donald Duck, what do you mean?!" Lin Boyan leaned forward, not to be outdone, and said, "How about we go outside and have a hand-to-hand combat and shooting contest, let's see who's really good."

"I..." Tang Ziqin almost laughed out of anger when he heard this nickname.

"Stop it, both of you," Lin Mo quickly waved his hand, stopping the two brothers who were almost fighting. "What are you doing? How old are you? You look like teenagers, but you're probably over thirty already!"

"...Hmm." Lin Boyan and Tang Ziqin immediately lowered their heads obediently, and it took them a while to make a sound.

Tsk tsk, Lin Mo was speechless. What the hell was this? Who was the older brother anyway?

"Let's get down to business," Lin Mo quickly changed the subject, "I should be able to finish my homework in three days at most."

"Brother," Lin Mo called out, and both of them looked at him. He was a little amused and exasperated. "You two... never mind. Within a week, I'll improve some spells based on completing my assignments."

"At that time, I'll need to make some arrangements. I want to get the Order of Merlin, Third Class." Lin Mo was thinking about Lockhart next semester. Perhaps this would reduce the amount of trouble he would face. He really didn't like trouble.

"This is easy to handle. Yu Ying has already infiltrated the magic world quite well. Many powerful families and high-ranking officials have economic ties with us, but they all prioritize us." Lin Boyan relayed the reports about the magic world almost without thinking.

"By the way, here's a list. Our people are all on it among the students at Hogwarts. You'll find it useful. Anyway, I don't go to school, so you can use it anytime." Lin Boyan handed Lin Mo a piece of paper.

"Okay." Lin Mo nodded.

Author's ramblings: This week has been so busy. What the heck is school? So many things to do this week, and the high school entrance exam is just around the corner.

There's another important thing to do this week: I need to write my application to join the Communist Youth League.

I was incredibly excited and nervous, and they wouldn't let me make any corrections. (ಥ_ಥ)

And then there's Children's Day, which really annoyed me. Everyone else had performances and brought food, while we had two exams in a row in the morning, and another one after waking up from our nap at noon. Besides the more formal exams, there were countless quizzes.

My silly older brother has to take online classes for almost two weeks because of his senior year of high school and our middle school entrance exams. No way, he has to thank me. |ω・）

Of course, I wish all the seniors taking the college entrance exam the best of luck.

Okay, finally, it's the familiar countdown: 6 days left in school. Best of luck on the high school entrance exam!