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"Man, I had no idea pure-blood families had all these cool secrets."
After Neville's grandma left, Lynn and Neville hung out in the library, chatting while the house-elf brought them some snacks and tea.
"Actually, I didn't know about it before either."
Neville stared at the stone-heart tree seed in his palm, clearly intrigued.
"Lynn, what do you think the Ollivanders and the Burkes were connected to? Some kind of magical creature?"
"Maybe the Ollivanders were like bowtruckles?"
Lynn guessed off the top of his head. "After all, they make wands, right? Probably dealt with magical wood a lot... but bowtruckles seem a bit too weak. Maybe something like wood nymphs would fit better."
"Then the Burkes must be tied to some dark creature." Neville thought back on what he knew about the Burke family. "They're pretty low-key, but they've got that dark magic shop in Knockturn Alley. It's been there forever, and even the Ministry folks never mess with them—maybe they're scared?"
Neville pondered. "If they're linked to a magical creature, it's gotta be something nasty, like dementors or worse."
"Yeah, a shop dealing in dark artifacts that's totally ignored—or protected—by the authorities? That's sketchy as hell."
Lynn had a ton of gripes about the wizarding world. The Ministry was supposed to be the official body, but it felt more like a puppet for those old wizard families. They ignored what they should handle and meddled where they shouldn't. After Voldemort's fall, a bunch of Death Eaters got off scot-free thanks to family connections—that said it all.
Heck, some laws were even written by individuals. Arthur Weasley single-handedly drafted the Muggle artifact misuse regulations, and he left a loophole for himself so he could tinker with that old car. Sure, it wasn't just for research—the Weasleys used it to drop the kids at school. It was all for convenience.
And that couldn't be a one-off. Arthur Weasley was one of the more decent folks in the wizarding world. Imagine what the sleazier types were up to, poking holes in Ministry rules left and right.
Compared to that, Arthur's stuff was nothing. No wonder when Ron had that "hey, let's drive to Hogwarts" brainstorm—and got snapped by Muggles with the flying car pics—Arthur just got a slap on the wrist. No big deal.
"But how do we use this thing? Soak it in water and drink it?"
Lynn cracked himself up. It looked like a seed, but felt like stone—definitely not some weird snack.
"I have no clue, but since Gran didn't say, we can probably just ignore it."
Neville knew his grandma well. If something needed doing, she'd spell it out in detail. He'd been so forgetful as a kid that she'd repeat things over and over. She seemed strict, but she really loved him.
"Ignore it? Gotcha."
Lynn nodded and pulled a thin string from his pocket. He'd picked up a bad habit, twisting unicorn hair into rope like Hagrid did. He tied a simple but sturdy knot around the stone-heart seed, turning it into a pendant, and hung it around his neck.
"Want me to make one for you?"
"Nah." Neville shook his head. "I'll turn mine into a bracelet so it doesn't get in the way."
Thinking about what he needed, Neville politely turned down Lynn's offer.
"Hey Lynn, if you like reading, wanna crash at my place for a few days? Our library isn't as big as Hogwarts', but there's stuff you won't find anywhere else. If you're interested."
"Heck yeah. I was gonna ask anyway. Wizard family books? That's gold."
In the wizarding world, people hoarded knowledge like dragons with treasure. Just from Ollivander, Lynn had borrowed books Hogwarts didn't even have. With families passing down secrets, there were tons of hidden gems.
"Mid-month, I'm meeting Fred and George—they've got something to show me. Mind if I stay here for half a month?"
"No problem at all!" Neville grinned happily. "I'd love it if you stuck around longer. Otherwise, I'd just hang with Hannah."
"You two known each other long?"
"Yeah." Neville nodded. "Pretty much since I can remember. Hannah's been coming over forever. We're like distant cousins through marriage. She's two months older, but she looks younger—like a little sister."
Neville had the house-elf butler prep a bedroom for Lynn near the library, but he didn't bug him much.
Neville had his own training schedule for the holidays, way more intense than at school. The house-elf even helped train him. House-elves might be treated like servants in the wizarding world, but their magic was powerful. It was just the magical contracts that kept them enslaved for generations.
It was kinda brutal, but the history was messy.
There were two recorded goblin rebellions against wizards. A third almost happened a hundred years ago, but that mysterious Hogwarts headmaster sorted it out.
The first one was about a thousand years back, right after the Hogwarts founders built the school and passed on.
With those four giants gone, ambitious goblins started a war to grab power in the magical world. Thanks to the founders and Hogwarts, England was the heart of European magic for ages.
House-elves used to just be elves—no "house" part. They were a goblin offshoot or subspecies, ruled by goblins. But they were softer, more friendly toward wizards.
When war broke out, wizards crushed the goblin uprising at a huge cost. It was a full-on species clash.
The beaten goblins, to save their skins, signed a treaty. They handed over the wizard-friendly elves as reparations—basically sold out their kin for forgiveness. From then on, elves lost their freedom and got stuck with "house-elf."
The magical contract branded their bloodline, passed down forever.
Goblins were scum, but house-elves weren't totally innocent. They got the short end, sure, but their leaders were goblins who pulled crap like that. During the wars, house-elves fought against wizards too. They were just relatively nicer, but still on the goblin side.
In his downtime, Lynn chatted with Neville's house-elf, mostly about elf magic.
Unlike wizards, elves passed magic through bloodlines.
They were pros at space stuff—not just apparating themselves, but zapping food right onto plates.
It was similar to Lynn's telekinesis. He could shift people or objects besides himself—easier with stuff, harder with resisting people, taking more time and focus.
His three superpowers all drained mental energy. For max-distance teleports, he could only do eleven in a row before a killer headache hit. He'd need hours of rest or sleep to recover. But telekinesis was cheap; he could lift ten tons for half an hour straight.
Some elf casting tricks even helped his powers. When he tried wrapping items in magic like they did before sending, his mental drain dropped noticeably.
But he had to use telekinesis to wrap, not magic.
Just coating stuff in telekinesis cut effort by fifty percent.
This surprise bonus made Lynn pretty stoked.
Neville's library had records of ancient rune combos too. Ancient runes were the base for spells—not just memorizing letters. They combined as words, and similar meanings could have totally different power structures.
Like "ice" for ice, or "frost," "glacier," "chill," "icy," "frozen"—all close, but subtle differences in power and use.
You could pair "ice—cold" for "icy cold," but not "frost—cold." And sometimes you needed connectors like dots or tildes. Mess up one, and the spell fizzled.
Designing spells with ancient runes was tough. That's why new curses in Europe were rare now—high barrier, few learners, even fewer experts. Better to tweak old spells, like adding suffixes to Lumos for variations. Way easier than inventing from scratch.
Finding new rune combos at Neville's was a huge win for Lynn.
In a flash, two weeks flew by. Lynn powered through twenty-five books—kinda overdid it on the brain front.
He had near-photographic memory, but that intensity was rough.
Remembering was one thing; digesting and owning the knowledge was another. That's why he usually stuck to one big tome a day on breaks. He could skim dozens if he wanted.
"No need to see me off, Neville."
Lynn said goodbye at the door. Neville offered the family carriage, but Lynn's first stop wasn't the Weasleys' Burrow.
Time to chill... head back to Oxford first, hang with the big sisters, then see Harry.
Being back felt awesome. That security guard who kicked him out must've gotten fired. Lynn strolled the campus like old times, drawing stares from the summer-clad, hot-looking older girls.
"Such a cute little guy!"
Before ten minutes passed, he got pulled aside by a bunch of them, kicking off a fun battle of wits.
From morning to evening, Lynn emerged wiped out but buzzing, wiping lipstick smudges off his face. In a quiet alley, he raised his wand. Seconds later, a red double-decker bus popped out of nowhere, apparating right in front of him.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Stick out your wand hand, step on board. My name's Stan Shunpike, your conductor for the evening."
As the door opened, a skinny, freckle-faced young guy rattled off the spiel super fast.
"Oh, brilliant, no luggage? You wouldn't believe it—half an hour ago, I lugged bags for this witch for ten minutes. Why not use an Undetectable Extension Charm on a trunk, eh?!"
The chatty conductor Stan Shunpike grumbled, stepping aside for Lynn.
"You just crawl out of a succubus den or what?"
He sniffed the air hard. "Spill—where is it? Expensive?"
"Not at all, free as air."
"Where, where?" Stan perked up. "Please, tell me!"
"Right back there at Oxford University. Just gotta be handsome enough. Gorgeous big sisters everywhere, super friendly too."
Stan's face fell. He mumbled, "Never heard of male veela..." After eyeing Lynn up and down, he remembered his job.
"Where to?"
"Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging."
"Surrey?" Stan paused. "Five Sickles. Looks like you don't need hot chocolate or nothing."
Seeing Lynn pull out a juice cup and sip through a straw, Stan decided to skip chatting with this show-off.
"Ern, let's go." He yelled to the driver. Before the words were out, the pedal-to-the-metal driver floored it.
Stan, hoping to see Lynn spill, was disappointed. Lynn plopped on a bed, steady as a rock, like inertia didn't exist.
Robbed of his fun, Stan stayed quiet the whole way, muttering to himself and checking a pocket mirror now and then.
Only a bit slower than Lynn's teleports, the Knight Bus jumped miles via space leaps and shortcuts. Ride was bumpy, but speed was unbeatable—Muggle planes couldn't touch it.
Sky still light, Lynn got dropped at Number 4 Privet Drive, right at Harry's aunt and uncle's villa. The bus vanished fast—no Muggles could spot it.
Lights on in the downstairs living room. Lynn grabbed the gifts he'd bought, knocked on the Dursleys' door.