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

The Harry Quartet didn't need to brew Polyjuice Potion because the person they were supposed to be fighting was now one of them.

After Colin's petrification, the entire Hogwarts was in a state of panic. Although no further petrification incidents occurred, it only deepened the somber atmosphere, and Quidditch training was also postponed.

Fortunately, the Christmas holidays are approaching, and Professor McGonagall has already compiled a list of students staying on campus for Christmas, which has eased some of the oppressive feeling.

Recently, another remarkable event has occurred – a foolish and overconfident Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has started a dueling club.

Perhaps because Lockhart felt wronged by Lin Mo's absence from class, Dumbledore decided to make amends to him.

When Snape was invited to become his second-in-command, his face was as gloomy as the Black Lake in the days following the news, which made Lin Mo not dare to help the young wizards openly or secretly in Potions class for several days.

"Hey Mo, are you going to the Duel Club?" Draco spotted Lin Mo from a distance, since Lin Mo was much taller than his peers.

"Of course, we definitely have to go and see about this." Lin Mo casually stroked the soft fur on the little dragon's head.

Ever since Lin Mo teased Draco, saying that using too much hairspray could cause baldness, Xiao Long has never put a drop of that stuff on his head again, so Xiao Long's hair is soft now.

"..." Even though he had been patted on the head many times, Draco was still not used to this feeling. He barely managed to suppress his catchphrase based on his countless past experiences. Now he could only say, "Morde, can you speak properly?"

After finally experiencing the soft, smooth feel, Lin Mo withdrew his sinful hand under Draco's resentful gaze.

Lucius has never stopped Lin Mo's crimes. His own son has complained to him many times, but he still hasn't responded. Malfoy: My dear son, it's not that Dad doesn't want to stop you, it's that Dad doesn't dare! If your life is in danger, Dad will definitely be the first to save you, but for the sake of the family, you should bear with this.

If Draco Malfoy, the devoted son of the Weasleys, knew his father's true thoughts, he'd probably imitate the Weasley twins singing the school song, using the tune of "Funeral March": "My dear father~"

"What's wrong? I didn't do anything." Lin Mo looked up at the high ceiling, as if admiring the moon without any real object.

"Oh, a little snake-eagle kid and a bunch of brats~" came two perfectly synchronized voices from the side, "Our dear boss~"

Without turning around, Lin Mo knew that those were the Weasley twins.

After their joke shop gradually opened, the people Lin Mo sent helped manage it, and the Weasley family's income increased significantly. The brothers and Ginny, who had just enrolled, were finally able to buy new textbooks.

Therefore, the two brothers especially liked to call Lin Mo "boss," even though Lin Mo didn't really like the title.

Harry's group of four stood speechlessly to the side, clearly being ignored by the Weasley twins. Ron, in particular, now looked at his two brothers with utter resentment.

In Ron's mind, it's one thing for others to call him a brat, and it's another for you to call others a brat, but why is it that my two bad older brothers ignore me and call me a brat?

In the eyes of the Weasley twins, their classmates might only fall into three categories: the interesting bosses of the Snake and Hawk houses, their friends, and certain brats.

"Hi," Lin Mo greeted, "Don't call me 'boss' in that weird tone, making it sound like I'm the one exploiting you."

"Alright, since our dear Mo doesn't like it, we won't say that anymore," the Weasley twins assured them.

"You guys probably all go to that dueling club, right?" Lin Mo asked.

"All four of us will go," Harry replied.

"Oh, actually, George and I weren't planning on going to that dueling club that Lockhart was hosting," Fred said, revealing their intentions. "We didn't think it would be very interesting."

George chimed in from the side, "Yeah, not as fun as pranks."

"Yes, that's definitely your style." Lin Mo nodded, looking at the two restless little lions born on April Fool's Day.

After speaking, Fred looked at Hermione and explained, "Beautiful Miss Granger, we weren't targeting Lockhart, because we almost never add 'Professor' to the end of the titles of any professor."

"I know, and I don't like Professor Lockhart as much anymore either. Now I think your previous assessments were quite accurate." Having witnessed Lockhart's absurdity, Hermione's enthusiasm had plummeted.

Calmness returned to the intelligent young woman; she no longer idolized Lockhart and even began to doubt the authenticity of his Order of Merlin, Class III.

Although the Weasley twins are mischievous and don't seem particularly composed, they are more attentive to their friends than most people.

"Actually, I think you should go and take a look. I expect a lot of people will be there, and you can join in the fun," Lin Mo advised them.

Thinking of the scene in the original story where Lockhart, that idiot, was blasted away by his own wise and handsome Dean with a single spell, Lin Mo felt that the Weasley twins would definitely like it.

"Mo, you're right. Maybe there will be some interesting things there." The twins exchanged a glance, understood each other's meaning, and Fred made his decision.

Lin Mo had been thinking about how to get them to bring a camera to record that ridiculous scene, and now he had an excuse: "Then you can try bringing a camera."

"That sounds like a good idea," Fred said.

"Too bad we don't have any cameras, and even poor Colin got petrified," George added.

Mentioning Colin created an awkward silence.

"It's alright, I can get a camera." Lin Mo broke the silence. "I'll write to my brother and have him send me one."

"Also, regarding Colin's situation, don't scare yourselves unnecessarily," Lin Mo reminded them. "But you should also be careful not to go out at night too often for the time being."

"...You're all a handful." Lin Mo originally wanted to call out a few people to make an example of, but after looking around, he realized that these kids all had a special fondness for night outings.

"Oh, I see~" All the little ones, except for Lin Mo, nodded repeatedly, including the Weasley twins.

After agreeing, the group started playfully fighting among themselves. Lin Mo stood to the side, not joining in.

He desperately wanted everyone he cared about to survive.

Whether it's wishful thinking or delusions, it ultimately requires someone to take action and forge a thorny path.

Whether others think he's delusional or consider him a brave and selfless hero.

Lin Mo didn't think that way. He didn't consider himself to be so virtuous, great, and benevolent. He preferred to call it ambition, supreme ambition.