It felt like Christmas break vanished in the blink of an eye.
Through swirling snow, the Hogwarts Express puffed clouds of white steam as it carried the young witches and wizards back to school.
The whole ride, Harry chattered nonstop to Lynn and Cho, excitedly sharing every detail of her holiday adventures. It was her first real trip, and even though the break was over, she was still glowing with joy.
"And also—!" Harry chirped, tugging off her hood after climbing into the Thestral-drawn carriage. "I loved my Christmas present, Lynn!"
She tilted her head, showing off a delicate, white-jade hairpin carved with a lifelike owl. The moment she'd opened it, she recognized the little owl as Hedwig.
"Cho got one too, right?"
"Mhmm~"
Lynn nodded. Earlier, Hagrid had given them a few unicorn horns to play with, so Lynn used his spare time to carve one of the horns into two hairpins as gifts.
Unicorn horns were incredibly tough—strong enough to pierce dragon scales—yet with his telekinesis, Lynn managed to carve them just fine.
Strangely, his telekinesis was powerful and long-lasting, but lacked burst strength. Hagrid, for example, could easily shift ten tons, but also had ridiculous explosive power—you take one punch from him and it's like getting hit by a runaway freight train. Lynn's telekinesis, by comparison, couldn't manage that kind of instant impact.
His telekinesis was more like a hydraulic press without an energy chamber—steady and sustained, not explosive.
That was why Lynn avoided direct fights with powerful wizards. He could twist someone into a pretzel eventually, but they would slip away long before that. Sure, he could always Apparate away, but who knew what tracking magic others had up their robes?
Magic never cared much for scientific logic anyway.
"As long as you both like it." Lynn smiled.
"Well, since you were so thoughtful with my gift—here, look at this."
Harry pulled a palm-sized photo album from her cloak. Most of the photos had already been shown to Lynn and Cho during the trip.
But this time, Harry flipped to the very last page—something Lynn hadn't expected to see anything on.
"When I went skiing, I met this super super super super pretty lady!"
She pointed eagerly at the photo. "Totally your type—big chest, tiny waist, long legs."
Lynn hadn't even looked yet. He was staring at Harry, deadly serious.
"Harry, you are the best brother I will ever have in my entire life."
Lynn gripped her shoulder, suddenly touched. Other people's friends might worry about you doing well in life—but they'd definitely worry about you running off with supermodels and becoming some rich bachelor in a luxury car.
But Harry was different. She genuinely wanted him to live his best life—not only giving him gifts, but even bringing potential girlfriends to him. At this rate, not calling her his godfather felt borderline ungrateful.
"Let me see this supermodel, hehe…"
He took the album with an expression that instantly turned suspicious. The moment his eyes landed on the picture, his pupils tightened.
After a pause, he slowly lifted his head.
"You're sure the one in this photo is a person… and not some magical creature?"
"Huh? Lynn, how'd you tell?" Harry asked curiously. "I only found out later—she's mixed-blood."
"Veela?"
"Mhmm!!"
Harry nodded vigorously.
"Then her name must be… Fleur Delacour?"
"WAH! Lynn, how'd you KNOW?!"
Harry's eyes were wide with disbelief.
"Because I can divine the future."
The moment Lynn saw the silver-haired girl leaning against Harry in the photo, he'd already guessed. Even frozen in a still Muggle picture, she was stunning enough to steal someone's breath.
Her hair and skin seemed to glow with a soft, pearly sheen—beauty so unreal it felt almost supernatural.
'As expected. The movie casting in my past life was garbage…'
He grumbled internally. Was it really that hard to find an actress on par with Sophie Marceau? If not, he could've lent them the numbers of a few exes—he could piece together half a dozen at that level.
"What do you mean 'you can divine'?" Harry asked, confused. She pinched his arm. "Do you mean you can do math or you can pinch people?"
"Introduce me to her and I'll tell you."
"Ow—! Harry!" Lynn smacked her hand away, rubbing the spot she'd pinched.
"Then beg me." Harry folded her arms triumphantly, chin lifted.
"I've never begged anyone in my life, Harry. Don't push your luck."
With his steel backbone, Lynn would never bow so easily. Besides, he was way too busy these days to date anyone. He didn't even bother flirting with the pretty girls right next door—much less start a long-distance romance. Sigurd would have ripped him apart. Beauxbatons wasn't exactly next door; even if Sigurd flew non-stop, he'd exhaust himself.
"Well I didn't get her contact info anyway." Harry stuck out her tongue. "Even if you wanted it, you can't get it."
"Oh? So you dare tease me? Harry, you're done for!"
Pinned down across Lynn's lap, Harry suddenly regretted everything she'd said. She should've known better.
"Wait—wait, don't tickle me—! I'm sorry—I'm sorry, Lynn—HAHAHAHA—no—stop—HAHAHAHA—STOP!!"
The moment Lynn's wicked hand reached her waist and brushed her soft skin, Harry transformed into a wriggling maggot, thrashing desperately.
"Oh? You said 'don't stop'? I'll go harder."
After just a few minutes, Harry was completely drained, collapsed in Cho's lap with a flushed, dazed expression.
"Ugh… you need to bathe more in winter. There's dirt under my nails."
Lynn tapped his wand on his fingers. "Scourgify."
"I did… I literally went to the hot springs… the day before yesterday…" Harry pouted, full of resentment. "It's annoying to bathe without the enchanted tent. It's cold in winter, and I can't use magic to dry my hair outside."
"Thinking of me now, huh?"
"Just give me the tent~ I'll buy you a new, bigger, better one!"
"No. I've used it for years. I'm attached to it."
"I bought new underwear."
"That has nothing to do with me."
"It's white stockings. Black stockings. And black-and-white stockings."
Lynn's expression froze. He looked her up and down seriously… then shook his head.
"I'm not interested in short legs."
"That's because I haven't grown yet!" Harry huffed. "Just wait two years. I'll look great!"
"Then I'll look when you look great."
The carriage had already stopped. Students were climbing out into the snow. Lynn hopped down.
"Come on. If we're late, the soup in the Great Hall will get cold."
"Wait! Help me up—I'm still weak, Lynn!"