My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

"Hufflepuff is a stable house. The young wizards sorted here are honest and loyal. They may not be the best, but they are certainly the most trustworthy friends."

Lynn was trying his best to maintain Hogwarts' image, lest this witch from the Soviet Union later talk to Dumbledore and say, "Good heavens, so this is what Hogwarts is all about."

If Dumbledore finds out, he'll definitely think I'm ruining Hogwarts' reputation, and he'll make things difficult for me in the future!

Slytherin is beyond saving, Ravenclaw has ruined itself, but it's okay, there's still the mature and steady Hufflepuff.

Lynn had an inexplicable confidence in the academy's ability to produce someone like Cedric.

Then, three minutes later they encountered Cedric, who had just returned from outside the castle.

Cedric looked filthy, as if he had just come back from a Quidditch stadium.

Harry Potter's performance in the first game put a lot of pressure on him, and he's been training intensively every day, including today.

He was full of fighting spirit, muttering something to himself. As soon as he saw Lynn, Cedric's eyes lit up and he walked over to her.

"Lynn! I will beat Potter!"

He put his hands on Lynn's shoulders, completely ignoring the strange witch beside him, and said loudly.

Lynn stared at him blankly, wondering what was wrong with Cedric today.

"Uh...yes, you will beat Potter."

"Shouldn't we say something more impactful at this point?"

"Could we talk about this next time we meet? I'm a little nervous right now..."

"Who the hell would buy Millie?!" Cedric yelled, releasing Lynn and clenching his fists as he walked away, continuing to cheer himself on. "I'll beat Potter! Who the hell would buy Millie?! I'll beat Potter!..."

Shayk didn't even say anything; she just watched Lynn laugh, and Lynn already felt like his face was about to be slapped.

"Is that Hufflepuff wearing the yellow school uniform? Is he an exception too?"

Shayk smiled as she looked at Lynn, who seemed unsure of what expression to make.

"Or is this a sign of his maturity and composure?"

"Okay, I admit, he acted a bit silly just now, but he's usually really mature and composed. I just don't know what's wrong with him today..."

Lynn's explanation was clearly weak and unconvincing, but Shayk seemed completely unconcerned about the performance of the young wizards she had just witnessed; on the contrary, she seemed even more interested.

"And what about Gryffindor? I've heard that your headmaster, Dumbledore, is from that house. What's the atmosphere like there?"

Slytherin and Gryffindor are the two notorious troublemakers at Hogwarts, responsible for about 90% of the chaos in the school.

Slytherin was, after all, Lynn's own house, and he was even willing to help beautify it.

As for Gryffindor... he really couldn't help even if he wanted to.

Lynn didn't even bother with an introduction. He raised his arm and pointed to the Weasley twins, who were being chased all over the castle by Filch for throwing dung bombs at Lady Lorris.

"This is Gryffindor."

Surprisingly, Shayk didn't think there was anything wrong with it and nodded in approval.

"Very lively and energetic."

You definitely won't think that way anymore when they hit you on the head with a dung bomb.

Lynn silently complained in her heart, but asked aloud.

"You've basically met all the students from the four colleges. Is there anywhere else you'd like to see?"

Shayk looked at Lynn, brushing the hair in front of her face behind her ear. Her eyes were large, with light brown pupils.

She gave a charming smile.

"May I invite you to dinner?"

Lynn didn't feel tempted at all; in fact, he subconsciously took a step back, becoming increasingly wary.

If Lynn had increased his age by ten years, she might have guessed that he was attracted to her good looks. But he was only twelve years old. Even if he was a promising young man, he was definitely not old enough to charm countless girls.

The saying goes, "Those who offer unsolicited kindness are either treacherous or thieves."

Lynn said without changing his expression.

"You are Professor Dumbledore's honored guest; shouldn't you be having dinner with him?"

"I already had lunch with Headmaster Dumbledore at noon, and we've covered everything we needed to discuss. For dinner, I think it would be quite interesting to chat with a young wizard about life at Hogwarts."

The more she said that, the more Lynn wanted to shift the blame. He looked around, hoping to find a suitable person to take the fall.

Aside from the Weasley brothers, who had already been caught by Professor McGonagall and were being lectured, the only other person nearby was Neville, whose legs were chained and who was still crying and hopping towards the Gryffindor common room.

Yes, Neville just jumped here.

Lynn couldn't bear to hurt the poor child, so she helped remove the leg-binding curse from his body.

"Thank you."

Neville thanked him quietly and then hurriedly ran away. In his eyes, even if Lynn helped him, he was still a Slytherin, one of the Malfoys.

"I only eat dinner in the school auditorium."

Lynn decided to choose the location herself, at least to have some control over the situation.

Shayk did not refuse his request.

"Why not? I've always heard that the food at Hogwarts is amazing, so of course I have to try it this time."

That evening at dinner time, Lynn brought the witch from the Kingdom of Su to the hall.

Instead of finding a separate seat, he sat at the Ravenclaw table with Cedric, Ian, and the others, as usual.

The unfamiliar witch Shayk was quite conspicuous in the Great Hall, as the young wizards of Hogwarts had never seen her before, especially since she, an adult witch, was sitting at a student's table eating.

Cedric and Ian were much more normal during the meal; they were both a bit reserved in the presence of strangers.

Lynn was quite relaxed. He was surrounded by familiar faces, and this place was completely his territory. He wasn't afraid of what tricks this strange witch might pull.

He asked Cedric while eating his pork knuckle.

"What's wrong with you this afternoon? Even if you were trying to cheer yourself up, why were you yelling so loudly?"

Cedric felt a little embarrassed bringing this up, as he had just realized that the beautiful lady beside him had been present when he spoke those words to Lynn that afternoon.

"It was Brace. He told me that if I was nervous about tomorrow's game, I should use this method to hypnotize myself."

"Do you feel it's helpful?"

"It felt quite useful at the time, but looking back, it was really embarrassing."

Shayk showed no airs of being a commissioner of the Soviet Magic Council; she was quite approachable and even joined their conversation, chatting with them about Quidditch.

"The Quidditch in the Soviet Union is a bit different from the mainstream Quidditch in the wizarding world. When we play, we ride big trees instead of flying broomsticks."