My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 13.013. Played to Death

Time flies.

At Lynn's house, he solemnly and resolutely handed the key to his house to Hermione, just like the President of the United States handing over the nuclear launch button upon taking office.

"These flowers are yours to take care of. Remember to water them regularly and weed them often. Clean the tables, chairs, and floors at least once a month, and air out the blankets and carpets in the sun..."

Although Hermione thought Lynn looked a bit like a gossip, the kind-hearted girl kept nodding, indicating that she would keep his instructions in mind.

"And most importantly, don't tell anyone about your superpowers. If anyone asks where I've been, just say I went to a boarding school in another city."

After saying all that, she felt that Lynn's words were the most useful.

"So... will they let you come back for Christmas?"

Hermione was a little reluctant to part with Lynn. She didn't have many close friends, and although they hadn't known each other for long, Lynn had become her best friend. Moreover, they shared a secret.

Lynn, who had deceived the girl, showed no remorse and said with a pained expression.

"I really want to come back, but they probably won't let me go. But I'll send you a Christmas present."

Lynn glanced at the time on his watch.

"It's getting late, Hermione, I have to go."

He opened his arms and smiled at the girl.

Give me a hug.

Hermione looked very sad; tears were welling up in her eyes even before they fell. She went over and hugged Lynn.

I hope everything is going well for you over there.

Lynn patted the girl's head and let go of her.

"I will."

He hailed a taxi with his luggage, turned around and waved to Hermione.

"Goodbye Hermione, and you must say goodbye to Umaru too."

"Na na".

Umaru poked her head out from Lynn's hair and called out twice to the girl.

Hermione stood there, wiped her eyes, and waved to them.

Goodbye Lynn and Umaru.

The taxi drove away, taking with it Hermione's blessings and her anticipation of seeing them again.

Lynn sat in the car, feeling a little sad about parting.

Of course, he couldn't possibly develop any romantic feelings for a 10-year-old girl; that would be too outrageous. Pedophilia in the real world is a capital offense.

From the moment he arrived in this world, he was preoccupied with figuring out how to get out of the orphanage, and had no interest in interacting with those self-proclaimed cunning but actually incredibly stupid brats.

Although Hermione is also a child, she is much smarter than her peers, probably because she is the protagonist of this world.

Although she has some minor flaws, her slight arrogance only highlights her cuteness.

They are so much better than those naughty kids.

So she was Lynn's first friend in this world.

However, Lynn was not a sentimental person, and this farewell was not a final goodbye.

In the future, Hermione will go to the same school as him and become his junior.

It's quite interesting to think about.

Lynn's home wasn't too far from the train station; the taxi took about an hour to get him there.

After getting off the bus, the driver helped him carry all his luggage onto a trolley, for which Lynn gave him a tip.

King's Cross Station is located in central London, a place with a high volume of people, most of whom are in a hurry and have very little time to spare.

"Platform 9¾..."

Lynn looked at the train ticket in her hand, pushed the cart full of luggage, and found the spot between platform nine and platform ten.

A group of oddly dressed people had gathered here. They stood together, yet separated into different groups, seemingly chatting, but actually trying to cross the wall between platforms three and four.

Anyone with a little attention could have noticed their unusual behavior, but no one in the constantly moving crowd around them paid any attention.

Clearly, a Muggle expulsion spell has also been cast here.

Lynn pushed his cart and stood next to the group. A few people noticed him, but they also saw the wand on top of his suitcase, so they didn't say anything.

At this moment, Lynn noticed a plump middle-aged witch who was guarding a pile of luggage by herself, looking around anxiously at something.

Suddenly, a group of red-haired boys ran over and gathered around the fat witch, their faces not looking too good.

"Mom, I've searched all the directions we came from, and I even ran into Fred along the way, but I still can't find Scabbers."

One of the two identical red-haired boys said.

“Me too.” The oldest-looking boy looked dejected. “Percy and I even went to the Muggle stationmaster hoping they could help us, but they chased us away as soon as they heard we were looking for a rat.”

The boy named Percy looked the saddest.

"It must be because I haven't been feeding it properly that it wants to leave. But that's how it is in our family. Even our children don't get much good food, so what good food could we possibly give to a mouse?"

Molly Weasley, the middle-aged witch, didn't look too good, whether it was because she had lost Scabbers or because of Percy's words.

Lynn overheard their conversation and, seeing their striking red hair, naturally guessed that they were the Weasleys.

Of the seven Weasley brothers and sisters, Bill has already graduated from Hogwarts, while Ron and Ginny have not yet enrolled.

The four Weasleys Lynn met were Charlie, Percy, and the twins George and Fred.

Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious, and Lynn had no intention of approaching them. They seemed to have lost that short, poor, and ugly rat, but they'd surely find him.

Otherwise, how will Ron inherit Scabbers, and who will Sirius seek revenge against?

Just as most of the wizards who came to send the young wizards to school had passed by the wall and it was Lynn's turn, Umaru suddenly jumped excitedly onto the suitcase as if she had grabbed something.

"Hey!"

Umaru grabbed a mouse by the tail and excitedly waved it as a poor mouse ran up to Lynn, eager to show off.

The mouse looked frightened and listless, and it was missing a toe on its front paw, which was quite conspicuous.

Lynn stared at Umaru with a strange look in his eyes.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Umaru didn't care about any of that; all she wanted now was to trade the mouse for food from Lynn.

"Hey hey hey!"

Lynn took the mouse tail from the little dog and rewarded it with a cookie.

Banban didn't struggle in his hands, and was left hanging in mid-air looking like it had been played with.

Hey, if you think it's pretty good, why don't you vote for it before you go?

(End of this chapter)