My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 454, Section 451: I advise you not to be a scumbag!

In the system panel in Lynn's mind, the numbers jumped up suddenly after he uttered those words, which were no different from a confession.

[Name: Lynn (Emotional detachment 68%)]

Previously, this number was 98%, but in just one sentence, it dropped from 98 to 68.

Clearly, although Lynn spoke calmly, his words actually caused a great fluctuation in his suppressed emotions.

Hermione seemed completely stunned by Lynn's words.

She stared blankly ahead, the blush on her cheeks spreading all the way to her earlobes. She looked like a dazed puppet, completely lost in thought.

Lynn, on the other hand, saw a huge change in the degree of emotional detachment recovery.

He could feel his thoughts should have been surging at this moment, but they were suppressed by an overwhelming sense of reason, and he showed no emotion whatsoever.

His tone remained indifferent.

"It seems it's not just a possibility, it's definitely true. I might not have realized it before, but I do like you."

At this moment, no matter how difficult it would be to say under normal circumstances, Lynn could say it without changing her expression, as if she were reading a textbook without any emotion.

"The first time we met was at my front door. You happened to be passing by outside the yard while I was watering the flowers. You handed me a bag of dried fish. I thought you wanted to be friends with me, but you said you just wanted me to help feed those poor stray cats when I had time."

On that day you told me your name was Hermione, and on the same day I received my Hogwarts acceptance letter and met Professor McGonagall, who had turned into a cat.

Looking back now, the memories of that day have gradually become blurry, but I remember every single word we said very clearly.

Lynn spoke sweet nothings without any emotion, and at this point he frowned in confusion.

"But you were only 10 years old back then, so why do I remember you and me so clearly? Could it be that I've always been a lolicon but I didn't realize it?"

He spoke very softly, as if talking to himself, and Hermione, who was in a state of mental lapse, didn't seem to hear him.

Lynn shook his head slightly, banishing the self-doubt from his mind, and continued.

"My initial impression of you wasn't particularly good or bad. I just thought you were a talkative girl who liked to chat, but you weren't as annoying as other kids your age. That's how we started getting along."

To be honest, at first I just treated you like a little kid to tease and play with, just like I used Hogwarts to trick you into helping me take care of the house cleaning. At that time, my mindset wasn't too complicated. It was like I was teasing you like a little sister, but also taking care of you.

But when did this mindset begin to change?

Lynn tilted his head back and answered his own question.

"It should have started around that time last year, probably when I let you kiss me. I realized that my feelings for you had changed, and I had started to like you a little."

You must have been 14 years old at that time?

"14 years old is already considered a girl, so you can't call her a loli anymore."

He also spoke very softly for the last sentence, as if Lynn was struggling with the issue, even though his emotions were now being suppressed by reason.

But reason, which had the upper hand, kept telling him.

I can't be a lolicon, I can't be a lolicon, I can't be a lolicon

"So now, after reviewing all of this through self-examination, I am absolutely certain of one thing."

He stared at Hermione and repeated the sentence once more with unwavering determination and seriousness.

"I really like you, Hermione."

Hermione froze on the spot as if cement had been poured over her head the moment Lynn first uttered those words.

Her mind was blank; it seemed she had something to say, yet she couldn't say anything at all.

She could only listen as Lynn spoke, her heart pounding, her face turning as red as a teapot.

"You and me. This."

She stammered out some incomprehensible characters, unable to string them together into a complete sentence.

Even the most poised, outgoing, lively, and understanding girl can become quite flustered when someone confesses their feelings to her.

Especially when someone you like confesses their feelings to you.

Lynn didn't react much to Hermione's reaction. The words he had just said would have been genuine expressions of love from anyone else, but to him, they sounded no different from a primary school student being forced to read aloud from a textbook.

"This is not the time for me to say these things to you, but under these circumstances, I must express my feelings to you before I can say the following."

He said it in a very serious tone.

"I told you I like you. If you like me too, can we kiss now?"

I know things are moving too fast, but don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I'm just using this to help me recover emotionally faster, so that once I'm strong again, we can fight our way out together.

Hearing him say that, Hermione seemed to suddenly realize something, and she snapped out of her daze.

The blush on her face vanished instantly, her gaze sharpened, and she frowned, looking fierce.

"You mean, you confessed your feelings to me and asked to kiss me just to get back to normal?"

This is a critical problem, but Lynn clearly doesn't realize that the problem itself is a problem.

He tilted his head and said, deep in thought.

"I suppose if we hadn't ended up in this situation today, I wouldn't have said these things, nor would I have made this request."

Hermione suddenly became angry, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"If you confess your feelings to me now, will you deny it once you've recovered?"

This question was even more critical, but Lynn didn't immediately dismiss it; instead, he actually started to think about it seriously.

As if pondering some complex academic research, he hesitated for a long time before finally speaking slowly and deliberately, amidst Hermione's fiery gaze.

"Right now, I can't be sure whether I'll admit my mistakes once I'm back to normal. We think differently, so naturally, we'll make different decisions in the end."

"Lynn Bellock!"

Hermione leaned forward and tackled Lynn to the ground. She gritted her teeth and called out Lynn's full name as she pressed down on him. The two were less than ten centimeters apart, and their warm breaths wafted over each other.

I advise you not to be a jerk!

You have to keep your word!

If you confessed your feelings, then you confessed!

Don't use your current state as an excuse!

If you want to take advantage of me, just say so. Don't tell me not to misunderstand!

Listen up!

From this day forward, you're my boyfriend, and you were the one who confessed your feelings to me first!

The next moment, she leaned down and pressed her face close to Lynn's, her trembling lips pressing directly against his.

My life is so tough, I only just finished writing one chapter at this hour. I'll release it now and start writing the next one.

(End of this chapter)