Harry Potter: The Genius Who Never Rested Fell for Hermione Granger Chapter 161 160 Headmaster Dumbledore clasped his hands

Headmaster Dumbledore clasped his hands, his thumbs circling each other, "I did indeed find the item that influenced Ginny. It's a black diary, belonging to Lord Voldemort."

Lord Voldemort's diary, and it was delivered into Ginny Weasley's hands.

Lynn's brain quickly began to deduce. A diary capable of possession—though she didn't know what magic was used within it.

But even so, she could see that this diary was definitely not ordinary and not common.

Even among Dark Arts items, it should belong to the very rare category.

Combined with Lord Voldemort's current state of having no physical body, it was impossible for such a Dark Arts item to be given to Ginny directly from his hands.

So it was only possible that he had once given this Dark Arts item to soone, and that person gave it to Ginny.

To whom would he give such a rare Dark Arts item? This was an obvious question that didn't even require much reasoning.

The person he gave it to must be a confidant, a capable lieutenant.

Most such people were in Azkaban, except for those Pure-blood families.

As Lynn's thoughts flowed, she locked her target onto the Pure-blood families that had once supported Lord Voldemort.

And among these Pure-blood families, the one most relied upon by Lord Voldemort and with the greatest prestige was certainly the House of Malfoy.

mories replayed quickly; the scene in Diagon Alley where Lucius Malfoy and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley confronted each other appeared in her mind.

Combined with their conversation at the ti, it could be inferred that the Weasley family and the Malfoy family had a relationship equivalent to a blood feud.

Having sufficient capital and motive to do this, the probability of the House of Malfoy reached over eighty percent.

Thinking of this, Lynn looked up at Headmaster Dumbledore and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. The three adults were all looking at her with concern at this mont.

They didn't seem to want to ask who the culprit might be. Lynn's brain paused slightly, and she then pushed this deduction to the back of her mind.

If others didn't ask her, it was best not to say anything, otherwise it might give others the false impression that she was showing off.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley thanked Lynn once more, and then they left together with Headmaster Dumbledore.

They still had one thing to do, which was to go to the Ministry of Magic to correct the case where Hagrid was wrongly accused fifty years ago.

An innocent person should not continue to be wrongly accused.

After the three left, Lynn received her lunch from St Mungos.

The hospital lunch had no flavor and was very lean.

However, it was all the sa to Lynn. She "previewed" the content of the afternoon Charms Class in her mind while sitting on the bed and finishing the lunch that was delivered.

This cooperative attitude made the nurse who ca to collect the al box beam with joy.

As if coaxing a child—or rather, exactly like coaxing a child—she reached out and rubbed Lynn's head.

"Wonderful. You need to eat more so you can recover quickly. Besides, you really are too thin."

Lynn responded expressionlessly. After thanking the nurse, she watched her walk out of the ward.

For the entire afternoon, Lynn stayed in the ward repeating the content of the Charms Class, reviewing the Charms that should be learned this afternoon over and over again.

During this period, except for the nurse who ca to check on her periodically, no one else ca by.

Until evening, her ward door was knocked on once again. Lynn raised her left hand to look at her watch; it was exactly the ti Hogwarts finished classes.

So there was no need to think about who was outside the door. It should be Professor McGonagall and the others, and perhaps Senior Maranhao and her friends had co as well.

"Co in."

She spoke with a voice as flat as water, and the ward door was imdiately opened.

Two red-haired twins who looked almost identical walked in. Their usually mischievous faces were now filled with solemnity.

Following behind them was a red-haired boy a head taller than them, clearly their older brother.

Fred, George, and Percy. Lynn quickly recognized their identities; even with The Twins, she distinguished them through micro-expressions and various small movents on their faces.

Behind the three of them followed Harry and Ron, as well as the three seniors: Maranhao, Marietta, and Penelope.

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