My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 170, Section 167: The Same Idea

Lynn did not use a waterproof spell on himself, and raindrops fell on him, soaking his robes.

He took out a bottle of unadulterated compound decoction and took a strand of hair from Yelena's hand.

"After you transform... don't touch me randomly," Yelena said hesitantly, pursing her lips.

Lynn glanced at her disdainfully.

"What? Do I need your permission to touch my own flesh?"

"you……!"

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'if I really wanted to do something, I would have done it when I brought you to the hotel. Why would I wait until I became you to do this'?"

"I……"

Lynn interrupted her impatiently, "I promise I won't touch you inappropriately. You don't need to worry about my character. Just go."

"no……"

"What do you mean 'not what'? Why are you being so slow? You do have big breasts, but sorry, I prefer small breasts."

Yelena angrily slammed her fist on the steering wheel.

"I wanted to ask how to open this metal box!"

...

"Haha." Lin Enqian laughed twice. "You should have said so earlier. It's very simple. You just need to do this, and then do that."

Yelena rolled her eyes at him, then started the car as he instructed.

"I'll be waiting for you ten kilometers ahead."

Lynn watched the car drive away and gradually disappear from his sight, then put the compound decoction back into his pocket.

He still had quite a few of these potions, but he couldn't afford to waste them.

He glanced again at the light golden hair Yelena had given him, thought for a moment, then found something to wrap it up and put it in his pocket.

Then, Lynn used Disguise Magus to transform himself into Yelena's appearance.

Don't get the wrong idea. Disguised Magus can only change his appearance. Physiologically, he is still a male, the kind that's bigger than yours when he's out.

After the head transformation was complete, Lynn began to agonize over the two lumps of flesh on his chest.

He tried many different sizes, but none of them quite matched Yelena's shape.

However, that's not important. Ivanov doesn't seem like a lecherous old man, so he probably won't pay too much attention to the size of his chest.

Just as Lynn was getting ready, Tom's voice suddenly came from his pocket.

"Can I speak now?"

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Now little Tom has learned to behave himself. He's in Lynn's hands now, and going against him won't end well.

Lynn didn't mind the rain on the ground; he was already soaked to the bone anyway, so he just sat down on the ground by the roadside.

"Say whatever you want to say."

Tom didn't quite understand what he wanted to do, but he could guess from his conversation with Yelena that he wanted to kill someone.

"Why don't you ask that white-bearded old man for help? He's the principal of some magic academy, he must be very powerful, right? And he seems to care about you a lot, he definitely won't refuse your request for help."

Lynn was scrubbing the ground clean, hoping to give Ivanov a good beating as soon as he arrived.

"Because this is my own business." He didn't give up the opportunity to teach Tom a lesson. "In this world, no one will help you unconditionally except your family. Besides, you should try your best to do things yourself. Crying and complaining to adults when you can't beat them is something only children do."

"You're not that much older than me," Tom said dismissively. "And you talk about family? I remember you were an orphan too, weren't you? It was your family who heartlessly abandoned you, wasn't it?"

Tom is only eight years old. He probably doesn't know that his mother seduced his father with aphrodisiacs, and then his father abandoned them. His mother gave birth to him in an orphanage and eventually died of depression.

Tom's background was a tragedy, and Lynn couldn't offer him any advice based on that.

Talking to Tom for a while, you'll find that he seems to have an innate antisocial mentality. He doesn't listen to the grand principles others tell him; he only believes in his own feelings and reasoning.

So Lynn was always worried about how to guide Tom onto the right path. Talking to him about love, like Dumbledore had proven to be useless.

Lynn, waiting for Ivanov to arrive by the roadside, idly flipped through his system panel.

Suddenly, he saw a title that he had long forgotten.

"Tom, I remember you're only eight years old, right?"

"Yes, he'll be nine years old by the end of this year."

Lynn gave a strange smile: "Eight years old is good, there are still eight years until I'm sixteen."

Tom, who was sealed inside the ball, shivered involuntarily when he heard Lynn's voice.

"What are you trying to do? I have a feeling you have ill intentions."

"You're overthinking it. I treat you very well."

"No one would believe that."

Lynn already knows how to discipline Tom, that brat, but not now.

Before that, he needs to finish dealing with the things at hand.

Under the dim light of the streetlamp, Lynn could already see a figure walking slowly toward him in the distance.

It was Ivanov.

And he was all alone.

He stopped twenty meters away from Lynn, staring intently at her with his cold eyes.

"Where is Shayk?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"How did you recognize me immediately that I wasn't hers? Was it because of my breast shape?"

This terrible question made even the usually aloof Ivanov twitch his lips slightly.

"I never trusted that old hag at all. There was no way she would tell me where Shayk was, but she did in the end. It must have been a trap."

Lynn stood up from the ground, wand in hand. Even though he had been exposed, he did not leave to revert to his original form, as that would be tantamount to revealing that he was a disguised Magus. However, he secretly shrunk his chest a little, otherwise it would be in the way.

"Knowing it was a trap, you still dared to come alone? You've got some nerve. Or are your men hiding nearby, preparing to ambush me?"

Ivanov drew his wand from the sleeve of his robe, and raindrops dripped from the tip of the wand, splashing ripples in the puddles on the ground.

"No need to test me. There are no other Aurors here, only myself. With your special magical skills, no matter how many ordinary wizards come, it won't make a difference."

"Are you so sure the person blocking your way was me?"

Ivanov's military boots pounded the ground, each step firm and powerful.

"Your purpose in attacking me on Klin Street wasn't to save Shayk, but for me. You didn't want to kill me, you wanted to capture me."

He stopped ten meters away from Lynn, his face expressionless, his gaze so cold it could freeze the rain into ice.

"No matter who you are, what you want to do with me, or where Shayk is, once I catch you, I'll force-feed you a bottle of truth serum, and then you'll know everything."

Lynn grinned and shook the raindrops clinging to his wand.

"What a coincidence, I had the same thought."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them, as if they had planned it in advance, simultaneously waved their wands!

(End of this chapter)