Harry Potter: The Genius Who Never Rested Fell for Hermione Granger

Chapter 176 175 Headmaster Dumbledore, Auntie, Uncle, good afternoon.

"I forgot, this is a magic school," Mr. Granger reached up to scratch his hair and smiled at Lynn, "But it's good that you're alright."

Lynn blinked, her chest feeling inexplicably warm. After Headmaster Dumbledore led Mrs. Granger over as well, she politely nodded to the three adults.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Auntie, Uncle, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon," the three adults responded with smiles.

Headmaster Dumbledore turned to look at Mr. and Mrs. Granger. "Please forgive me; this old man's memory is indeed getting worse. Hogwarts shows itself as a ruin to Muggles to protect its existence."

"I should have remembered and informed you in advance. I am very sorry."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger quickly waved their hands, smiling to indicate it didn't matter.

Lynn waited until the conversation between Headmaster Dumbledore and Mr. and Mrs. Granger ended before bowing deeply to the Grangers.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, Uncle. It's because I didn't completely eliminate the threat of the Basilisk that Hermione was petrified. It's all my fault."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger were stunned for two seconds by Lynn's sudden apology. Then Mrs. Granger reacted and immediately stepped forward to help her up.

"Silly child, what are you saying? You don't need to apologize."

"That's right, we should be the ones thanking you." Mr. Granger also stepped forward, squatting down to look Lynn in the eye.

"Just like we said to your Professor McGonagall before, if you hadn't pointed out that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a Basilisk, Hermione wouldn't have used a mirror to look around the corner."

"In that case, she might not have even had the chance to be petrified."

"But based on the situation that day, if she hadn't been worried about me, Hermione wouldn't have left the Gryffindor Common Room."

Lynn's tone had no ups or downs. As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Granger gently pulled her into an embrace, stroking her back.

"That's even less your fault, good child. Isn't it normal to worry about your friend? It was only right for Hermione to go out and look for you."

"As long as one has a proper sense of right and wrong, they won't feel this is your fault."

Mrs. Granger let go of Lynn, putting an arm around her shoulder as she and her husband followed Headmaster Dumbledore into Hogwarts.

"And we also heard that you went to find the Basilisk alone after Hermione was petrified. A giant serpent that kills with a single glance... you child, how did you dare..."

Mrs. Granger's voice couldn't help but tremble. Such a good child.

She didn't dare imagine what would have happened if something had gone wrong when Lynn faced the Basilisk.

"Hermione was petrified... the Basilisk did it..."

Lynn stared straight ahead, her tone dull and mechanical.

Mrs. Granger's eyes flickered intensely, and her hand on Lynn's shoulder tightened slightly.

"Meeting you is truly Hermione's greatest luck."

Lynn's brain worked rapidly, yet it couldn't calculate why meeting her would be Hermione's luck.

After all, as in this case, if she hadn't existed, Hermione wouldn't have left the Gryffindor Common Room and wouldn't have been petrified.

But since Mrs. Granger said so, she could only respond politely.

"Thank you, Auntie."

After following Headmaster Dumbledore to the Hospital Wing, Mrs. Granger looked down at Lynn and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"We have prepared two Christmas gifts for you. One is from us, and the other we are giving you on Hermione's behalf. You will receive them tomorrow."

"Thank you, Auntie, Uncle."

Lynn allowed Mrs. Granger to pinch her face, responding with her usual flat tone.

Arriving at Hermione's bedside, Mr. and Mrs. Granger gathered around.

Seeing her petrified daughter with her own eyes, Mrs. Granger could no longer hold back her tears.

"Oh my God..."

Mrs. Granger reached out to touch Hermione's hand holding the mirror, but what she felt was not her daughter's usual warmth, but the coldness of stone.

"Hermione..." Mrs. Granger bowed her head, her forehead gently resting on her daughter's cold hand as tears slowly dripped and "shattered" against Hermione's petrified abdomen.

Mr. Granger's eyes were also red as he tried to hold a strand of Hermione's hair.

"My darling... when have you ever been as dull as you are now? You've always been so cheerful."

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