I'm Still a Child

If she hadn't known how capable Yinsen was, Hermione would have thought he'd gone crazy.

Or that he was just spouting nonsense to fool her?

"Researching... the power of time? Is that even possible?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

Yinsen pointed at the Time-Turner hanging around Hermione's neck.

"Since a tool like this was created, it proves that time is something that can be 'touched' to a certain extent. If it can be touched and used, isn't it only natural to want to use that power better?"

"That does make sense."

Hermione opened her mouth, only to realize she had no way to refute Yinsen's words. She could only nod in agreement.

"But... can it really succeed?"

"If you don't try, how would you know whether it can succeed?"

Everything was like that. If you didn't try it yourself, you would never know what the result would be.

Just like when he had sensed the time energy leaking from Hermione. If he hadn't tried to manipulate those fluctuations, he probably still wouldn't have figured out why he had made no progress with time.

Because he had tried, he had gained something—though it was also possible that he might have gained nothing.

But if he had done nothing and simply let that energy dissipate naturally, then he definitely wouldn't have discovered anything.

With a lead, Yinsen found the motivation to continue his research. To everyone else, it looked as if he had suddenly developed a passion for studying and was repeatedly crushing the confidence of his classmates—no matter the subject, Yinsen could complete everything with ease, and no matter what kind of tests the professors came up with, Yinsen always scored full marks.

Because he performed so brilliantly, some professors who didn't know the full story felt that Yinsen could apply for