Harry asked curiously as he stepped forward, and then he saw that under Ron's pulled-open collar was a large area of red marks rubbed by the bag straps. Some spots even looked like they were about to swell, looking quite frightening.
"No way..." Ron murmured, questioning his life as he looked down at his shoulder, then looked up at Lynn, who had already walked some distance away.
His shoulder had become like this after only carrying her bag for a short while; what must Lynn's shoulders look like?
Harry followed Ron's gaze. Obviously, he had thought of this too. He patted Ron's back and said nothing, just pulling Ron to catch up with Hermione and Lynn.
He would mention this to Hermione in a moment; he believed she would have a way to solve it.
Unfortunately, when they sat down on the grass, before he could mention the small issue of the weight of Lynn's bag, they were met with a wave of headaches first.
"Harry, are you okay?" Seeing Harry clutching his head with a pained expression, Hermione asked with concern.
"I'm fine," Harry quickly waved his hand. "It's just my scar... it hurts a bit."
"The scar hurts?" Hermione frowned.
"Yeah." Harry responded, holding his forehead.
"Has it hurt before?"
"It has. At the start of term, Professor Snape looked at me, and the scar hurt for a moment. And that night in the Forbidden Forest, it hurt then too."
"What does this represent? A magic scar hurting might have some different meaning?" Hermione made her guess and then looked at Lynn for confirmation.
Feeling Hermione's gaze, Lynn turned her head and looked at her calmly, speaking without any tone. "What's wrong?"
"Um," Hermione pursed her lips. "Lynn, do you know if a magic scar hurting has any special meaning?"
Lynn's brain quickly searched through the various books she had read. "A magic scar hurting might be because the magic that caused the injury carried some kind of curse, or the magic cannot be completely healed."
As she spoke, her gaze turned to Harry, her tone mechanical. "Harry is the only case of a magic scar caused by the Killing Curse; I cannot make a deduction."
"However, personally, I believe his situation shouldn't belong to the above two categories."
"Alright..." Harry nodded while holding his forehead, indicating he understood. "Thank you, Lynn."
"I actually think... this scar hurting might be warning me that something bad is about to happen."
Harry spread his hands. "Think about it. Professor Snape looked at me and my scar hurt; after that, he really did deduct points from me in almost every class."
"In the Forbidden Forest, I saw that Man in Black Robes and my scar hurt; he really did want to harm us."
Ron frowned and thought for a moment. "That makes sense... but what does it represent that your scar hurts now?"
Harry lowered his eyes. "I'm not sure, but it must be something bad, it must be..."
His scar had hurt before because of the Man in Black Robes in the Forbidden Forest. He went to the Forbidden Forest for detention because he went to send away the little dragon, Norbert... Harry thought aimlessly, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Wait, the little dragon Norbert! The dragon egg!
Carrying a dragon egg privately is illegal. Who would walk around with a dragon egg and use it as a bet!
Having understood the key point, Harry immediately became excited and told the other three present his thoughts.
After hearing Harry's thoughts, both Hermione and Ron gasped sharply. If that were really the case, then the other party... Jumping up suddenly, Harry grabbed Lynn's bag and ran toward Hagrid's hut, with Ron following closely behind and Hermione holding Lynn's hand, leading her to sprint at the end.
Lynn's face remained unchanged, but her brain had already begun making deductions.
Betting a dragon egg with Hagrid couldn't be for money, so it must be for... information?
But what information did Hagrid have that the other party might need? Lynn's mind reached the conclusion that the other party wanted information, and then the analysis stopped there.
It wasn't until Harry knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut and asked him that the person who bet with him had asked how to get past the Cerberus that the analysis in Lynn's brain instantly connected.
Various trivial details flashed rapidly within her brain and were automatically organized.
Just then, Harry also mentioned what the Centaur Firenze had said when he carried him out of the Forbidden Forest, and guessed that the Man in Black Robes in the Forbidden Forest might be Lord Voldemort.
Ron's face turned pale suddenly, and Hermione beside him also shuddered violently.
"But... You-Know-Who is dead, right?" Ron's face was deathly pale as he looked at Harry in terror.
"Hagrid said... Headmaster Dumbledore believes You-Know-Who might not be dead." Harry spoke with difficulty.
"Most likely, Lord Voldemort is not dead." Lynn spoke in a flat tone while her brain organized the analysis.
"According to records in the Hogwarts Library, no one has ever found Lord Voldemort's body. Meanwhile, his cause of death is speculated to be the Killing Curse reflected by Harry."
"The Killing Curse does not have the effect of making someone vanish into thin air; it acts upon the soul. Therefore, I believe it is most likely that Lord Voldemort, through unknown reasons, escaped, entered a weakened state, and his whereabouts are unknown."
Hearing "Lord Voldemort" mentioned several times, Ron and Hermione's faces looked even worse, while Harry remained relatively calm.
"So... it really could be him."
"Furthermore," Lynn's gaze swept indifferently over the other three present, "it is known that the item in the fourth-floor Forbidden Area is the Philosopher's Stone, and a Cerberus is guarding the Philosopher's Stone. The Man in Black Robes who tricked Hagrid into revealing the method to get past the Cerberus must want the Philosopher's Stone."
"The Philosopher's Stone can be used to brew the Elixir of Life, which has a similar effect to Unicorn blood. Therefore, it can be inferred that the Man in Black Robes in the Forbidden Forest and the Man in Black Robes who tricked Hagrid are the same person."
Looking at Lynn, who was continuously outputting analysis with extreme precision and no expression, Ron and Harry felt their hair stand on end, while Hermione bit her lower lip, her heart aching in waves.
"Needing Unicorn blood and the Philosopher's Stone to sustain life, and having great hostility toward Harry, the other party is inferred to be a weakened Lord Voldemort or someone related to Lord Voldemort."
As Lynn spoke, her brain continued to quickly select related items. "In the first Quidditch match, it is most likely that Professor Quirrell tried to harm Harry. The Man in Black Robes can be inferred to be Professor Quirrell."
"His relationship with Lord Voldemort is unknown; his method of contact with Lord Voldemort is unknown. I can only analyze up to this point."
After Lynn finished, she closed her mouth. Harry and Ron stood rooted to the spot in a daze. Hermione took a deep breath, rushed forward, and hugged Lynn, her right hand constantly stroking her back.
"Thank you. Your analysis is already very good."
However, she really didn't like listening to Lynn's analysis, really didn't, just like when she heard Lynn explain those emotions before.
It was really painful, a stinging pain in her heart... Being held in Hermione's arms, Lynn expressionlessly imitated Hermione by raising her hands to hug her back.
She didn't understand what was wrong with Hermione, and she didn't have the slightest doubt in her heart; she just couldn't analyze it.
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