In a place he was still unaware of, Mr. Weasley had already been thoroughly set up by his own son.
Having determined their next course of investigation, the tense nerves of Hermione and the others slowly relaxed.
In particular, Harry's complexion looked visibly better.
He reached into the pocket of his wizard robe, pulled out something that looked like parchment, and spread it out on the table in front of the four of them. At the same time, he looked at Lynn and Hermione opposite him and began to introduce it.
"This is the thing that helped me sneak out of Hogwarts Castle."
Lynn looked down with a calm expression at this seemingly blank "parchment," speaking at the same time as Hermione.
"A Concealment Charm?"
The fact that Lynn and Hermione spoke in unison truly startled Harry for a moment. He raised a hand to scratch his head and admitted with a smile,
"Yeah, the contents on here are usually hidden."
After saying that, he pulled out his wand and tapped the tip against the blank "parchment." "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, complex lines and densely packed, constantly moving names slowly emerged on the previously blank "parchment."
Harry pushed the "parchment" toward the middle of the table. "This is the marauders map. You can see every secret passage in Hogwarts, and you can also see people moving within the Hogwarts grounds."
"But it doesn't show anything beyond that range."
Lynn listened to Harry while carefully examining the information on the marauders map. Indeed, it contained information for the entire interior of Hogwarts.
Every secret passage inside and every person currently moving was marked.
"A Tracking Charm, an Identification Charm, and some assistance from Hogwarts itself."
Making her judgment in a flat, mechanical voice, Lynn's eyes slowly moved to the edge of the marauders map.
Whether it was because it couldn't obtain help from the school itself once it went beyond the Hogwarts range, the coverage of the marauders map ended there.
However, a small portion outside Hogwarts Castle was still included, such as a tree called the Whomping Willow and the secret passage that ran beneath it.
Matching the direction of this secret passage with the terrain near Hogwarts, the final destination of the passage should be somewhere in Hogsmeade.
Lynn quickly constructed a simple 3D map in her mind and combined this hastily built map with the terrain map of Hogsmeade she had already constructed. The final resting point of the secret passage landed on the Shrieking Shack.
The Shrieking Shack... the place where Professor Lupin and his friends went on nights of the full moon, used to help Professor Lupin get through his Werewolf periods.
That meant back then, Professor Lupin and his friends must have all passed through here to eventually reach the Shrieking Shack.
Seeing that Lynn's gaze remained fixed on the location of the Whomping Willow, Harry thoughtfully reached out and tapped the secret passage.
"The Whomping Willow is above this passage, making it impossible to pass through. I don't even know why they built this secret passage in the first place."
"This secret passage can be used; we just don't know the method."
Lynn shook her head, contradicting Harry in a flat tone.
"Why do you say that?" Harry looked at Lynn curiously. Lynn wouldn't speak without reason, so had she discovered something?
Lynn fell silent for a moment, her mind quickly making a judgment.
If she were to explain this, she would need to reveal the fact that Professor Lupin was a Werewolf.
And this situation was clearly being kept secret by Professor Lupin. It was personal privacy; if Professor Lupin was unwilling to disclose it, she shouldn't take it upon herself to tell others.
But this matter was also related to Harry's father, James Potter. Harry himself should have the right to know.
The conflict between these two lines of thought made Lynn's brain throb uncontrollably.
"If it's for some reason I shouldn't know, you don't have to say it. I was just curious,"
Seeing Lynn's silence and the faint trace of hesitation on her face, Harry quickly added a considerate remark.
Beside them, Hermione also gently put an arm around Lynn's shoulder. "That's right. No one here will force you, Lynn. If you can't say it, then don't."
Lynn looked up, her somewhat hollow eyes meeting Harry's. "It's not that I can't say it, but that I can't say all of it."
"At least part of this matter is something you, Harry, have the right to know."
"I have the right to know?" Harry pointed at himself, looking completely bewildered.
He had just asked out of curiosity; how had it turned into having a right to know? Those two things were completely different.
Lynn nodded with an unchanging expression. She placed her finger on the Whomping Willow, then moved it along the deduced path of the secret passage, completing the bottom half of the tunnel.
"The path of this secret passage is roughly like this. In the end, there is an 83% probability that it ends at the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade."
"The Shrieking Shack?" Ron clicked his tongue and said somewhat apprehensively, "That's the place that's supposed to be really haunted."
"No wonder they planted a Whomping Willow over the entrance to that passage—to keep the ghosts from getting out."
"Ron..." Hermione sighed helplessly. "Please think about it. Can a ghost be hit by the Whomping Willow?"
"Aside from a special existence like Peeves, other ghosts don't have physical bodies at all."
"Yes," Lynn nodded, affirming Hermione's statement.
"Alright then."
Ron shrugged, not caring that his mistake had been pointed out. Please, he made plenty of mistakes usually; he was used to it.
Besides, wasn't it perfectly normal to have your mistakes caught by Hermione?
It would be abnormal if he and Harry *weren't* being corrected by Hermione.
In that case, they'd have to seriously suspect whether Hermione had been placed under the Imperio curse, or if he and Harry had been.
Seeing that no one had further questions, Lynn continued to press her finger against the table, pointing to the spot she had just moved to—the Shrieking Shack, representing the secret passage's final destination.
"This place is somewhere your father once visited, Harry."
"My dad went there?"
Harry looked at Lynn in confusion. "I don't quite understand. Isn't it haunted? Why would my dad go there?"
Lynn opened her mouth, but in the end, she still didn't know how to say it and could only close her mouth again.
"Okay," Harry scratched his head. "It's fine. Thanks for telling me that. Maybe I can find some time to go check out the Shrieking Shack in the future."
With that topic concluded, Lynn's gaze moved toward other areas of the marauders map once more.
"Hagrid's hut isn't on here."
Ron squinted at the marauders map, speaking with a hint of regret.
"I was a bit curious if he made it back after drinking. After all, he looked a bit drunk just now."
"True, there's no Hagrid's hut, and no Forbidden Forest, but there is the Quidditch Pitch."
Hermione agreed, pointing to the Quidditch Pitch on the marauders map.
After saying this, she seemed to remember something and looked up at Harry.
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