It seemed like only the blink of an eye before the Christmas holidays slipped away in a rush.
Amidst the swirling snow, the Hogwarts Express puffed out white smoke as it transported the young wizards back to the school grounds.
The whole way there, Harley shared stories of her happy Christmas holidays with Lynn and Cho. This had been Harley's first time traveling, and even though the break was over, she was still savoring the memories.
"And another thing—" After boarding the Thestral carriage, a chattering Harley pulled back the hood of her cloak. "I really loved the Christmas present, Lynn!"
She turned her head to reveal a hair stick as white as jade. The head was carved into a lifelike owl; Harley had recognized it as Hedwig the moment she received it.
"Cho has one too, right?"
"Mmhmm~"
Lynn nodded. Hagrid had given them a few unicorn horns to play with a while back, so Lynn used his spare time to carve one of the horns into two hair sticks as Christmas gifts for the two of them.
Unicorn horns were incredibly sturdy and hard—after all, they were weapons capable of piercing through dragon scale defenses—but with the help of telekinesis, Lynn was able to carve them.
It was strange to say; his telekinesis had very strong, sustained output and endurance, but its explosive power was rather poor. Hagrid, for instance, could easily move ten-ton objects, but his explosive power was several times his static strength. Taking a punch from him would be like getting hit head-on by a hundred-ton juggernaut, whereas Lynn's telekinesis couldn't achieve that kind of instantaneous burst.
Lynn's telekinesis was like a hydraulic press without an energy accumulator installed—it could only provide stable, continuous force.
This was also why Lynn didn't really dare to engage in head-on duels with powerful wizards. Before he could use his telekinesis to twist them into a pretzel, they would surely have a way to escape. He could use teleportation to run away without issue, but he was afraid those guys might have some means to track his traces.
After all, magic was not something that adhered to science.
"Anyway, as long as you two like them."
"Since you put so much thought into my gift, here, take a look at this."
Harley took a palm-sized photo album from her bosom. It contained photos taken during this trip, which she had already shown to Lynn and Cho.
But this time, Harley flipped the album to the very last page. More than half of this album was blank, and Lynn hadn't expected there to be a photo stuck in the very back.
"When I was skiing, I met a super, super, super, super pretty older sister!"
Harley pointed at the photo and said, "She's exactly your favorite type—big chest, slim waist, and long legs."
Lynn's gaze hadn't landed on the photo yet; instead, he looked at Harley with a solemn expression.
"You really are the best brother I've ever had in this life, Harley!"
Lynn reached out and gripped Harley's shoulder. In that instant, he was suddenly touched. Other people's "brothers" were afraid you wouldn't do well, but they were even more afraid of you finding young models, driving a Land Rover, and becoming a wealthy bachelor.
But Harley was different. She genuinely wanted him to live a good life. Giving him money was one thing, but she didn't even forget to help him out with young models. Lynn felt that if he didn't call her "Godfather," he would be acting a bit heartless and unjust.
"Let me see what this young model looks like, hehehe~"
Wearing a suddenly lewd expression, Lynn took the album. His pupils constricted slightly the moment he saw the photo.
Lynn paused for a moment, then raised his head to look at Harley with skepticism.
"Are you sure... that what you took a photo with is a 'human'? And not some sort of fairy?"
"Eh? Lynn, how could you tell?" hearing this, Harley asked curiously. "I only found out later that this older sister is a mixed-blood."
"Veela?"
"Mhm!"
Harley nodded vigorously.
"Then is her name—Fleur Delacour?"
"Whoa! Lynn, how did you know?!"
Harley's eyes went wide, her face full of shock.
"Because I can divine the future."
Upon seeing the silver-haired girl leaning against Harley in the photo, Lynn had a suspicion. Even in a motionless photo taken by a Muggle camera, the girl in the picture was so bright and beautiful that it was hard to look away.
Her hair and skin seemed to glow with a pearlescent sheen; she was beautiful to a superhuman degree.
Sure enough, the casting in the movies from my past life was absolute garbage.
Lynn silently grumbled to himself. Was it really that hard to find an actress on the same level of attractiveness as Sophie Marceau? If not, they could have just asked him for a few of his ex-girlfriends' phone numbers; he could have scraped together a half-dozen suitable candidates.
"What does 'divine the future' mean?" Harley was a bit confused and reached out to pinch Lynn's arm. "Does that mean your pinch hurts, or that you're good at math?" [1]
"Introduce her to me, and I'll tell you."
Feeling that his arm had been pinched black and blue by Harley, Lynn grimaced and slapped her paw away.
"Then beg me." Harley crossed her small arms and lifted her chin triumphantly.
"I've never begged anyone in my life; don't get your hopes up, Harley."
Lynn, possessing a backbone of steel, wasn't about to bow down just like that. After all, he was very busy right now and had no time for romance; he couldn't even be bothered to nibble on the fresh flowers and tender grass at his own doorstep, let alone an online relationship. If he really did that, Sigurd would turn on him. Did he think Beauxbatons was right next door to Hogwarts? It was a thousand-kilometer round trip—even Sigurd couldn't handle that kind of torment.
"I didn't ask for her address anyway." Harley stuck out her tongue playfully. "So you couldn't get it even if you wanted to."
"Oh really? You dare tease me? You're done for, Harley!"
Pinned down on Lynn's lap, Harley suddenly regretted her actions. She should have realized the gravity of the situation sooner, but now, it was too late.
"Don't... don't tickle me—I was wrong, I was wrong, Lynn! Don't—hahaha—no... don't... hahahaha—stop!"
When that evil hand reached her waist and touched her tender skin, Harley tried to channel her inner big sister and struggled desperately.
"Don't stop? Then I'll ramp it up!"
In less than three to five minutes, her energy was completely drained. She lay in Cho's arms, looking utterly spent, her face flushed red.
"You need to bathe often even in winter; I've got dirt under my fingernails now."
Lynn drew his wand, tapped his fingertips, and chanted, "Scourgify."
"I clearly... I just soaked in a hot spring the day before yesterday..."
Harley pouted, her expression holding a bit of resentment. "The multi-purpose tent wasn't with me. Bathing is such a hassle, it's cold in the winter, and I couldn't use magic to dry my hair out in the open."
"So, you remembered how good I am to you after you left?"
"Just let me have the tent~ I'll buy you a newer, bigger one, okay?"
"No can do. I've used it for so many years, I'm attached to it. I can't give you that one."
"I bought new underwear."
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"It's white stockings, black stockings, and black-and-white stockings."
Lynn's expression grew a bit solemn. He looked Harley up and down seriously, then shook his head. "I'm not interested in little short legs."
"That's because I haven't finished growing yet!" Harley pouted angrily. "Just you wait, in two years, I'll show you!"
"Then we'll look in two years when you look good."
The carriage had come to a steady halt, and the young wizards were getting off one after another. Lynn opened the rear door and jumped into the snow. "Let's go. If we're any later, the hot soup in the Great Hall will be cold."
"Wait! Help me up, my legs are jelly, Lynn!"
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