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Hermione: You're busy? I didn't see that coming.

Lin Bei, without a trace of shame, pointed to a large stack of parchment scrolls piled up beside him and said, "Of course, if you're willing to help me save some time, I think I still have time to offer you a little assistance."

Under Lin Bei's shameless persuasion, Hermione had no choice but to give in.

Help Lin Bei grade the homework of students below the fifth grade.

These assignments are simple, based on the descriptions of the practical application and dispelling methods of curses and spells in some textbooks. However, to reach the required length of eleven or twelve inches, it is inevitable to quote some famous sayings and proverbs.

This was quite simple for Hermione. Although she hadn't learned some spells, Hermione lived up to her reputation as a top student and had read a lot of books.

She is very good at correcting mistakes.

Lin Bei looked through Hermione's revised homework and was very satisfied.

Some incorrect views were corrected, and the books cited were also pointed out.

With the help of Hermione and the two house-goblins, the work that would have taken four days to complete was finished in just one hour.

Lin Bei waved for the two domesticated little demons to leave.

"Alright, tell me~ what kind of trouble have you three gotten into this time?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment and said, "It's Harry."

"Harry has been hearing a lot of bad things lately."

"Oh~" Lin Bei said nonchalantly, "Harry can go to Professor McGonagall himself. Professor McGonagall will take him to Dumbledore. Just say that I told you."

Professor McGonagall, she'll know what's going on.

Lin Bei had some guesses about Harry's auditory hallucinations.

This was caused by Harry destroying one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, which led to a deeper connection between the fragments of Voldemort's soul within Harry himself.

The principle behind it is very simple.

Although the total number of Voldemort's soul fragments attached to or parasitizing Harry will not increase, it's like a WiFi network: when one device disconnects, the network speed of the others will naturally increase.

"Harry's matter has been resolved, so does Miss Granger have any further questions?"

Lin Bei looked at the curious and conflicted look in Hermione's eyes and said, "Sometimes curiosity exceeds what you can control, but you'll still be a cat."

"Phew~" Hermione seemed to have overcome her curiosity with reason. "I know, I will pass on your advice to Harry."

Lin Bei smiled and looked at Hermione.

Hermione blinked, feeling a little uneasy. It seemed as if the handsome professor in front of her could see into her mind and read her thoughts.

A word flashed through Hermione's mind: mind capture.

"No, no, no, this is real magic, not some low-level spell that can only read superficial thoughts."

Of course, I do not deny that in the hands of some masters, it is possible to glimpse some memories by capturing divine thoughts.

The reason I call him low-level is because he is susceptible to brain shut-down techniques.

But I can't.

"Professor!" Hermione suddenly stood up and said, "It's illegal to use mind-stealing techniques on wizards at will!"

Lin Bei shrugged and said, "Yeah, I know."

Seeing Hermione's sullen expression, Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, alright~" Lin Bei finally managed to stop laughing and said, "Curiosity is a standard feature of every mage, but being able to use reason to curb excessive curiosity is a quality that a great mage must possess."

"You have this talent, Hermione."

“But you’re still a bit too naive. I remember saying that to you when we first met, right?” Lin Bei said.

Hermione gradually calmed down, but still said coldly with some displeasure, "So what?"

"Ha~ A passage of introduction in a book plus a string of cold, hard numbers cannot easily make people empathize."

Go watch some old war documentaries.

Don't let excessive compassion take over your nature.

Lin Bei glanced at Hermione, then changed his mind after a while, saying, "Okay, these topics are too heavy and not suitable for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl."

"Your rationality in seeking help from professors when facing difficulties has been a great help to me."

"How about this, I can give you a note."

The permit regarding the prohibited book zone.

Hermione nodded. "Thank you, Professor."

As Hermione was about to leave the office, Lin Bei suddenly said, "When you have a full understanding, you are welcome to come back to me."

As for the forbidden area, consider it a test I'm giving you.

If you want to explore true magic.

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A few more days passed.

night.

Lin Bei was annoyed as Dumbledore dragged him to the door of a long-abandoned girls' restroom.

Lin Bei said with dissatisfaction, "I've already given you the clues, why did you have to drag me along?"

I don't want to be spotted by students who are out at night, and then rumors spread that you and I are perverts who frequent the girls' restrooms at night.

Oh ~

You are a pervert yourself.

Almost forgot.

But could you please not drag me into this?

Dumbledore simply smiled kindly, showing no annoyance at Lin Bei's complaints.

This is a semi-abandoned washroom, which is extremely dark and gloomy inside.

The layout of the washroom was cluttered, with only one large, stained, and cracked mirror, below which was a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces.

The floor was damp, and a few candle stubs burned low on the holder, reflecting a dim light onto the floor.

The two went straight to the middle sink after entering the girls' restroom.

A ghost suddenly emerged from the washroom cubicle.

This is a ghost that looks like a short, chubby female student.

She was wearing thick glasses, and her expression looked somewhat unhappy.

"This is the women's restroom. What mischief are you two men up to, sneaking around here?" She looked at Lin Bei and Dumbledore with suspicion. "No way! Even if no one's using it, the women's restroom isn't a place male professors can just come into. I'm going to tell everyone what you two are up to!"

Lin Bei and Dumbledore's faces stiffened. They never expected that even though they had avoided everyone else's gaze, they couldn't escape a ghost that resided in this bathroom.

Lin Bei was also somewhat bewildered, having forgotten about the first victim killed by Tom, Myrtle.

“Myrtle, we’re here to check what’s wrong with this place,” Dumbledore said gently, clearly recognizing the ghost.

Myrtle seemed somewhat unconvinced and retorted, "I've been here the whole time, and I can guarantee there's nothing wrong with this restroom. You must be making excuses for your actions!"

As she spoke, Myrtle wanted to cross the roof of the washroom to spread the news that the principal and professors were in the girls' washroom.

Myrtle looked down at Lin Bei from her high vantage point.

Then she froze on the spot.

"You, are you the new professor?" Myrtle's eyes seemed to light up with hearts, and her voice became more husky, completely different from before.

"Wow, I've never seen such a handsome professor before. Can I attend your class?"

Lin Bei's lips twitched.

“That’s right, Myrtle, this is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.” Dumbledore took over with a smile, while also giving Lin Bei a wink. “If you want to attend a class, you can go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, it’s not far from here.”

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Upon hearing Lin Bei's title, Myrtle's eyes immediately lit up with joy. "Then you're bound to run into trouble this year, right? If you die, you must come here to find me. I'd be happy to share this toilet with you."

Myrtle blushed, her eyes darting around, completely absorbed in imagining a bright future.

Lin Bei turned his gaze to Dumbledore, his expression quite unfriendly.

“Dumbledore, don’t tell me you, as a headmaster, didn’t know there was a mentally disturbed ghost here?” he asked.

“This is a girls’ restroom, after all, and I don’t usually come in here,” Dumbledore said. “I remember Myrtle died decades ago, and I never imagined that she would still be here.”

"Is this where she died?" Lin Bei searched his memory, but he didn't seem to have heard of this before.

This situation is, of course, quite reasonable.

“This relates to something that happened fifty years ago,” Dumbledore sighed and said softly. “Back then, a series of attacks occurred at Hogwarts, and Myrtle was the only wizard to die in one of them. But to this day, I still don’t know the truth behind the attacks.”

"Do you have Alzheimer's? Didn't I already tell you that yesterday?" Lin Bei corrected.

He then looked at Myrtle, giving what he thought was a very gentle smile, and said, "So, my dear Ghost Lady, could you please not tell anyone that I and this old man are here?"

After seeing Lin Bei's smile, Myrtle didn't answer his question; instead, she started a new round of madness—

"Professor, my professor, he actually called me dear."

Wow, this is so endearing! No guy has ever called me that before!

Ah~

Dumbledore: "..."

Lin Bei: “…”

Lin Bei's smile froze on his face as he looked at Myrtle, who, despite being a ghost, managed to display a flushed face.

"So she really is mentally unstable, is that right?"

Turning to Dumbledore, who was watching the scene unfold, he asked, "Do you have any way to restore her to normal?"

“It’s obvious that Myrtle’s mental state is like this because of you.” Dumbledore shrugged and laughed with a hint of schadenfreude. “So it’s only right that you bring her back to normal.”

Lin Bei glanced at the still-mad Tao Jinniang again and fell into deep thought.

"Seriously, could I take her down with one Avada Kedavra attack?"