My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Lynn and Hermione squatted down together against the wall.

He pulled out the candy he had previously scavenged from Cedric from his pocket and handed it to Hermione, who was trying hard to suppress her sadness and didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him.

"Why did you come to the women's restroom?" Hermione asked, taking the candy from Lynn's hand.

Lynn shrugged.

"The castle was so lively today, but I didn't see you, so I came looking for you. Then, as I passed this restroom, I heard you crying here. Should I just come in and comfort you through the door?"

"Who's crying! I just, I just..."

"Okay, okay, you didn't cry. You just accidentally choked on the pumpkin juice and snot and tears came out. Then you washed up in the bathroom." Lynn proactively found an excuse for her.

Hermione glared at him with her red eyes and forced a smile.

"That's right, exactly!"

"Yes, that's right. So, Miss Granger, who isn't sad at all right now, is there anything bothering you that you want to tell me?"

Lynn unwrapped a piece of candy, put the fruit hard candy in his mouth, and thoroughly enjoyed the sweet sensation that exploded in his mouth.

Hermione pouted, looked at the candy Lynn had just given her, and then unwrapped it and put it in her mouth.

Her father was a dentist and had always paid close attention to her oral health, not letting her eat too many sweets, and she also felt that sugar was too cloyingly sweet.

"Have you ever wanted to make friends with someone, but then been disliked?" Hermione asked softly.

"Crack!"

Lynn bit the hard candy in her mouth, and the fruit filling inside flowed out, sweeter and tastier than the hard shell.

"You know, I'm an orphan. I used to live in an orphanage."

Hermione nodded; she had known that since the first day she met Lynn.

"You can't just make friends with the people in the orphanage if you want to, and I never even considered being friends with them. I acted very aloof back then, almost never talking to the other kids. Sometimes they would come up to me with questions, and I would only say one word if I could, never two. Over time, they thought I was cool and started trying to befriend me, but I really didn't want to talk to them at all. So, I've never experienced what you're describing."

"Won't people think you're arrogant and bully you if you act like this?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Lynn raised an eyebrow and said matter-of-factly.

"Of course. Do you know why I love sweets so much?"

He asked a completely unrelated question, and Hermione shook her head.

A look of reminiscence crossed Lynn's face.

"That was when I first entered the orphanage. The director of the orphanage, who brought me there, gave me a piece of candy so that I wouldn't be scared in the unfamiliar place. And because of that piece of candy, I was targeted by a bad kid in the orphanage. He wanted me to pay him a price, saying that if I gave him the candy, he would be my boss and protect me in the orphanage from then on..."

"And then?" Hermione asked, completely engrossed.

Lynn smiled and said, "Then I got into a fight with him. He was older than me, and taller and stronger. Of course, I couldn't beat him, and he took my candy."

"He's so bad!"

"Then I took a brick and squatted on him for three days. Finally, I found an opportunity and hit him on the back of the head while he was in the toilet. He hadn't been willing to eat the candy, so I snatched it back from him."

"You're amazing!"

Such a classic case of double standards...

Of course, Lynn wouldn't voice her inner thoughts.

This story is not from this life, but from a previous life, the first orphanage where Lynn lived.

He was really young back then, and he learned from that time that if you don't want to be bullied, you have to be tougher than the people who want to bully you!

"I'll remember the taste of that candy for the rest of my life. It was so sweet and delicious. I'm telling you this so that if you're ever bullied, don't worry about grades or school rules. Just fight back! If you can't win or you get the short end of the stick, call me, and I'll help you!"

Lynn spoke with the same heroic spirit as the heroes who gathered at Liangshan Marsh.

Hermione kept her head down, fiddling with the edges of her shoes with her fingers.

"Actually, Harry and Ron weren't that hateful..."

Lynn subconsciously rubbed Hermione's head again.

It feels great.

"They're certainly not that annoying; it's just that you're not interacting with them the right way."

The little girl raised her head defiantly.

"So you're saying it's all my fault?"

Lynn ruffled her hair, causing her to shake her head and escape Lynn's clutches.

"When did I say you were in the wrong? You're still just a little girl and you're already this unreasonable. What will you be like when you grow up?"

That's exactly what you mean!

"Okay, okay, you're not wrong. I misspoke. I'm sorry," Lynn said, raising her hands in surrender.

"Don't you think Harry and Ron are immature, lack any sense of the bigger picture, only want to play the hero, and don't even bother to study?"

"Isn't that how they are?"

"That's true, but you also need to know why they do it," Lynn patiently explained to Hermione.

"Think about Harry. He used to live with his aunt and uncle, and his life was worse than mine when I was in the orphanage. Now he suddenly enters the wizarding world and becomes a celebrity. Everyone flatters him and praises his achievements. If it were anyone else, they would have become arrogant and conceited. But look at Harry. He didn't turn bad. He was still willing to stand up for Neville when he was bullied. Hagrid used to stay alone in his little hut, but Harry didn't mind his unusual size and was happy to be his friend. Isn't that his strength? As for being immature and lacking a sense of the bigger picture, he's only an 11-year-old child. These shortcomings are not surprising in any child."

Hermione pursed her lips.

"You don't have one either."

"You can't apply my performance to everyone else's expectations." Lynn thought Hermione was being unreasonable.

"Let's talk about Ron. There are seven children in his family. He's neither the eldest nor the youngest, so he's often overlooked in the family. This naturally led to his personality being both eager to show off and somewhat insecure and sensitive. He doesn't want to admit that he's inferior to others, yet he feels that he's not as good as others. He's very conflicted and pitiful. So now you know why he got angry during Charms class?"

Hermione buried her face in her knees in a sullen silence.

"You already know."

Lynn patted her on the shoulder.

"It's nothing shameful, what do I have to be unaware of? You didn't do anything wrong, you just interacted with them the wrong way. Actually, I have a simpler method: just lower their ages by 5 years and interact with them like you would with 6-year-olds. Wouldn't they seem much cuter that way?"

Hermione was amused by him.

"That's ridiculous. Besides, they already hate me so much now, so we'll probably just be ordinary classmates from now on."

Lynn smiled mysteriously and shook his head.

"That's not necessarily true."