Despicable Kidnapper

Even with the system and knowing he would soon be heading to Hogwarts to study magic, Lynn's life did not change much.

Three weeks passed in a row.

That day, Hermione asked Lynn to come feed the stray cats with her.

"Do you think there are any cats in this world that aren't interested in dried fish?" Lynn got too lazy to keep moving after feeding them for a while. He stood off to the side as a supervisor, watching Hermione tirelessly hold dried fish to the cats' mouths. At the same time, she was itching to pet them but did not quite dare to reach out.

Of course, he now knew that the little girl before him was Hermione Granger from the Golden Trio.

Sometimes, he really had to marvel at how wonderful the world was.

"Maybe. For example, if a cat ate premium cat food every day until it became picky, then perhaps it wouldn't be interested in dried fish anymore."

Hermione had clearly given Lynn's question serious thought before answering.

Meanwhile, Lynn's thoughts drifted, wondering whether Professor McGonagall ever secretly ate premium cat food at Hogwarts.

"Then tell me... do cats in this world really turn into beautiful girls to repay a favor?"

An older catgirl was out of the question. She could wait for Lynn to repay her for the kindness of teaching and guiding him.

But a little catgirl was not impossible either. After all, no one said every person's Animagus had to be different.

"You're getting more and more ridiculous! How could something like that exist?" Hermione turned back and rolled her eyes at Lynn, thinking he was making fun of her.

Having spent so much time together, the two naturally became more casual around each other.

For Lynn, whose entertainment options were currently painfully scarce, teasing this somewhat chatty and slightly tsundere girl every day provided nearly eighty percent of the fun in his boring life.

Lynn looked up at London's gray, overcast sky as several white pigeons swept past on spread wings.

He suddenly remembered that before young wizards entered Hogwarts to study magic and gained control of their magical power, they would more or less experience magical outbursts.

Take him, for instance. That was how he had found his current "honest and steady" adoptive father.

And Hermione was almost ten now. She would probably receive her Hogwarts acceptance letter next year, which meant she had definitely experienced at least one magical outburst already.

So he looked at Hermione with narrowed, smiling eyes.

"Not necessarily, Hermione. Do you believe there are people with superpowers in this world?"

Magic was not something to talk about carelessly, even if he could be certain the other person would become a young witch in the future.

But while magic was off-limits, superpowers were fine.

The little girl was clearly not very guarded. At Lynn's question, her body visibly stiffened, and her eyes darted around as she said,

"Definitely... not. We're already big kids. Why would we still believe in something like that...?"

Ding! Acting Lv. 10, activated!

Lynn's expression turned grave, making him look like the communications officer who had once reported the air raid on Pearl Harbor to the White House.

"Don't hide it from me, Hermione. You actually... awakened superpowers, didn't you?"

Immediately, Hermione looked as helpless as a wife caught by her husband with another man outside. She stared at Lynn and stammered out an admission.

"H-how did you know?"

"Because people with superpowers can sense one another. The first time I met you, I could tell you were extraordinary." Lynn stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and assumed the air of a reclusive master.

"Then why didn't I sense you?" Hermione was not some foolish girl. She had spotted the flaw.

"Ahem." He had not expected her to doubt him. Caught off guard, Lynn could only cough twice before quickly coming up with an excuse.

"Maybe your superpower is too weak. My superpower can kill people named Zhang San. Is your superpower perhaps changing other people's names into Zhang San?"

Hermione's attention was diverted by Lynn's nonsense.

"My superpower isn't that powerful." Her expression was somewhat embarrassed. "I don't know what it does either. Once, when I was extremely angry, I made all the glass in my room disappear. Dad and Mum didn't believe I did it."

"That is precisely why your superpower is unstable and too weak for you to sense me." Lynn raised his head and gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle like a sorrowful poet. "But that's also a good thing. That way, they won't be able to find you."

"Who... are they?"

Hermione had already fallen into the trap.

"They are an evil organization," Lynn said solemnly. "They specialize in finding people with superpowers like you and me, then threatening and tempting them into working for them. Not long ago, they found me."

Hermione had already been completely taken in and was horrified by his words.

"Then, Lynn, you now..."

Lynn sighed mournfully.

"Although I can kill people named Zhang San, none of them are named Zhang San, so there was nothing I could do. I could only be forced to join them. But I swore a poisonous oath that I would never use my superpower to slaughter innocents, so don't worry. I won't become a bad person."

"Lynn..." Hermione clasped her two little hands in front of her chest and looked at him with admiration, thinking her friend was truly great.

"I argued my case and only then did that evil organization agree to give me two months of vacation every summer. In two months, I will be taken to their headquarters to cooperate with their research.

Hermione, I will do my best to hide your existence within the organization, so you can continue living such a peaceful and happy life."

Lynn was almost starting to believe his own story. Naturally, the little girl was deeply moved and practically wanted to grab Lynn and elope on the spot, fleeing to the ends of the earth to escape the world's strife.

"You're so kind, Lynn. But will you be in danger there? How about... how about we run away? I've secretly saved some pocket money, about nine pounds and fifteen pence..."

Lynn righteously cut Hermione off.

"You don't need to thank me, Hermione. We're friends, after all. And don't mention running away again. Not only is their power too great for us to escape, but even if we did, what about your parents? Think about what would happen to them."

"Don't worry." Lynn was afraid of scaring the little girl too badly and having it backfire.

So he comforted her again. "My superpower is very useful to them, so they won't hurt me. Besides, I can come back for two months every year to see you, so you don't need to worry. It's just that..."

Seeing that Lynn seemed troubled by something, Hermione wiped her tears and hurriedly asked,

"Just what?"

"It's just that after I leave, there won't be anyone to look after the house." Lynn finally revealed his sinister purpose.

"My flowers, and the windows, floors, and everything else, will all be covered in dust. It makes me sad just thinking about it."

Hermione had been completely led by the nose.

"Lynn, if you trust me, you can leave it to me. After you go, I will take care of your garden and make sure to clean your house every week."

"Of course I trust you. We're friends." With his scheme succeeding, Lynn's eyes crinkled into nearly a slit as he smiled.

"Yes! We're friends!"

You have gained the trust of Hermione Granger (young). You have obtained the title: Despicable Kidnapper.

Title: Despicable Kidnapper

Effect: 1. There is a 50% chance that children under sixteen will absolutely believe what you say.

2. Parents with children under sixteen will have their favorability toward you halved.

3. When a lie is exposed, you will 100% be beaten up!

Note 1: Title effects only take effect while equipped.

Note 2: Once Effect 1 successfully activates, Effect 3 will still take effect even if the title is removed.

Remark: You ask what the consequences of kidnapping a minor are? Heh heh, just three counts of death penalty.

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