"Of course not. If you weren't lying in a hospital bed right now, I could even spar with you and let you test my progress." Seeing that Professor Foxx was alright, Lynn felt relieved and said with a curl of his lip.
Professor Foxx chuckled warmly.
"I'm an old, weak, sickly wreck now. I can't withstand a young man like you tossing me around."
As he spoke, his smile faded. His expression suddenly turned solemn as he sincerely thanked Lynn.
"Thank you, Lynn. I owe you my life. If it hadn't been for you, I'd probably be lying in a coffin underground by now."
Lynn waved a hand.
"It's alright, Professor. Didn't you invest in my schooling and teach me magic from the start? So you don't owe me anything. We're even."
With Dumbledore still nearby, Lynn did not dare mention that he had been learning Dark magic from Professor Foxx.
Professor Foxx shook his head.
"That's different. I invested in you because I wanted you to become my research assistant after graduation. What? Are you regretting it now?"
Lynn spread his hands innocently.
"Of course not. I still don't know what I'll be able to do after learning magic at Hogwarts. When the time comes, Professor, you'll have to provide food and lodging."
"Haha, you're still as amusing as ever. Of course I'll provide food and lodging. I'm only afraid that by then, your accomplishments will be high enough that you'll look down on my shabby little laboratory."
Smiling, he turned his gaze to Dumbledore. He said nothing and simply looked at him.
Dumbledore got the hint, coughed dryly twice, and thumped his back.
"I'm getting old and useless. If I don't go for a walk, my back and legs start acting up. You two talk first. I'll take