My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 151, Section 148: "Ten Thoughts for Dumbledore" and the "Hogwarts Reform Table"

Back in her dorm room, Lynn didn't rest immediately.

Given what happened today, he certainly wouldn't be able to sleep even if he were lying in bed right now.

He sat down at his desk, took out a piece of parchment he had written on long ago from the drawer, and, by the light of the desk lamp, read through what he had written again. Finally, he looked at the title of the parchment and suddenly laughed.

In ancient times, would one's own writing be considered a memorial to the emperor?

Lynn thought of a text from his previous life, Wei Zheng's "Ten Thoughts on Advising Emperor Taizong" to Li Shimin, and wondered what his own was compared to that.

"Ten Thoughts on Advising Dumbledore"?

No, what he wrote wasn't advice to Dumbledore, so it should be called "Hogwarts Reform Tables".

Lynn didn't study humanities in his previous life, so he didn't know what a true literary style should be. But he knew that if the document he held in his hand were actually implemented, it would be nothing short of a revolutionary change for Hogwarts.

He slightly modified some of the inappropriate or overly radical content on the parchment, then put it back in the drawer and went to bed.

Everything that happened tonight seemed to cause no ripples in the world, or rather, in the wizarding world, or even in Hogwarts.

Lynn and his companions merely transformed the illusion of Voldemort's death into another illusion. Nothing has changed now, but for the future of the entire world, the original path has already veered off course.

The next morning, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The young wizards were having breakfast in the Great Hall as usual when Professor McGonagall came in and announced that Professor Quirrell had suffered some mishap and would have to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. With only one week left until the final exams, the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester would be canceled so that the young wizards could study on their own.

The senior students were already used to this kind of news. Some of them were even quite surprised that Professor Quirrell was so resilient, almost holding on until the end of the semester, unlike Professor Fox last semester, who collapsed not long after Christmas.

The new students were quite surprised to learn why this usually timid professor had been imprisoned in Azkaban, and the upperclassmen shared their experiences with them.

Last semester, almost all the young wizards thought Professor Fawkes should be imprisoned in Azkaban, but he ended up in St. Mungo's. This semester, most of the young wizards thought Professor Quirrell was likely to end up in St. Mungo's due to health issues, but he ended up in Azkaban.

So there's nothing wrong with that. What's that saying again? Reality is always more unexpected and full of twists and turns.

"I still feel like yesterday was a dream," Cedric said absentmindedly.

Lynn egged Ian on, "Go slap him and let him know he's not dreaming."

Ian ate his bread with a blank expression, ignoring him.

"Aren't you going to your Charms class this morning?" Cedric remembered that Lynn had arranged to meet Dumbledore in his office at 10 a.m. last night.

Lynn nodded and said, "Of course, I have something more important to discuss with Professor Dumbledore than Charms class."

Ian asked, "Is it about Tom?"

Ever since they learned Voldemort's real name, they have been calling him by that name in private.

"It's much more important than Tom," Lynn said seriously. "We caught Tom yesterday, but apart from the few of us who were there, no one else noticed that it happened. But if I can reach an agreement with Professor Dumbledore, our lives at Hogwarts will undergo unprecedented changes."

"So you're still planning to keep us in suspense?"

Cedric and Ian both glared at him.

Lynn quickly stood up from her chair: "It's not that I intentionally wanted to hide it from you, but some things won't work if I say them in advance."

"Nonsense!"

"I've never heard of such a thing!"

Lynn left the auditorium amidst the angry shouts of his two companions.

It wasn't that he was deliberately keeping them in suspense, but some things really do need to be experienced gradually. If you just tell them things directly, they won't understand because they have too little knowledge and experience.

Without being on time, Lynn arrived at the stone monster on the third floor ten minutes ahead of schedule.

"Password."

"Lemonade."

The ugly stone monster jumped up and made way for him.

After Lynn went inside, he went straight up the stairs to the eighth floor, where Dumbledore was sitting in his office with his hands clasped on the table, doing nothing, as if he was waiting for him.

"You're very punctual, Lynn." Dumbledore still had that kind smile. Directly opposite him, a chair suddenly jumped out of its own, ready for Lynn to sit on it.

Lynn sat down in the chair, and a cup of black tea suddenly appeared in front of him. Lynn glanced at it and raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't it be lemonade, Professor?"

"Drinking cold soda right after breakfast isn't good for your health." He winked at Lynn. "Black tea tastes good too, I think you'll like it."

Lynn picked up his teacup and took a small sip; the excessive sugar made him involuntarily squint his eyes.

The old bee did not disappoint him; even the black tea tasted the same.

"You always surprise me, Lynn," Dumbledore began the conversation, leaning back in his chair and smiling. "I noticed your actions from the very beginning of the school year. To be honest, at first I didn't understand why you were studying that spell. I thought you just wanted to teach your friends how to better deal with Peeves' pranks, but I didn't expect the spell to be so powerful."

Dumbledore's words sounded like praise, but Lynn still understood the hidden meaning behind them, and he spoke without changing his expression.

"Actually, you're right, Professor. At first, I did just want to use this spell against Peeves, but then one day, I accidentally discovered Professor Quirrell's secret and overheard his conversation with his master. So, I had a higher idea for this spell, which led to what happened yesterday."

The brain-closing technique, a reward from the system, doesn't allow Lynn to construct a false memory in his own mind. However, precisely because it's passive, Lynn doesn't need to actively maintain it. He can talk nonsense freely in conversations with Dumbledore without worrying about Dumbledore discovering that he's lying.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, as if he had no doubt about what he said.

"Perhaps this is fate."

Lynn didn't want to talk about fate with him. The more he talked, the more lies he would have to cover up, and in the end, he would easily be exposed. So he changed the subject.

"Professor, do you remember what you said to me last semester when I asked you about my background?"

Dumbledore's eyes seemed to gleam as he looked at Lynn: "You've found the answer?"

Lynn took a deep breath and asked.

"Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Fawkes, who helped me regain my magic in Arborough during the summer vacation, that was actually you, wasn't it?"

The water pipes in my house froze and burst. I only started writing after I finished repairing the kitchen and living room. Now I'm preparing to write the next chapter. I feel like I need to stockpile some manuscripts, otherwise there will be problems sooner or later.

Of course, the promised side story will be fulfilled at the end of this volume. Also, the monthly votes have reached more than 500 today, and two extra chapters will be completed within a week. After that, I really need to stockpile chapters!

Really!

(End of this chapter)