Although the new title still had an embarrassingly awful name, its effects were quite good.
It made up nicely for the loss of "Freshman Rookie" after he advanced to second year.
This round of point allocation also gave Lynn a crucial piece of information: under normal circumstances, attributes could only be raised to 7 points. Any higher, and something called Legend Points would be needed.
He did not have a single Legend Point right now and had no idea how to obtain them, but there was no rush. As things stood, 7 points of talent were already enough for him to study those profound Dark Arts.
For most young wizards, a week of celebration passed quickly.
On the night before the end of term, before they left Hogwarts, the school held a grand feast.
Green and silver streamers floated throughout the Great Hall. At the Slytherin table, every little snake wore a delighted expression. Up on the dais, Dumbledore was announcing that Slytherin had won this year's House Cup, their seventh consecutive victory.
What Lynn appreciated most about Dumbledore was that he never droned on endlessly when making a speech.
Especially when everyone was hungry.
A lavish dinner appeared on the tables of every house. The food was as delicious as ever, but Lynn felt that ever since Kira had been caught by him and expelled by Dumbledore, the meals placed before him no longer suited his tastes as well as they once had.
Apparently, the food that had previously appeared in front of Lynn had all been specially prepared for him by Kira in the kitchens.
Naturally, Lynn did not sit with Cedric and accompany Ian to the Ravenclaw table during this feast. That would have been far too tactless.
The atmosphere within Slytherin was actually fairly good. Though