prynovel Chapter 112 Deception
Chapter 112 Deception
Chapter 112 Deception
Looking at Harry, who was staring wide-eyed with an expression of disbelief.
Lin Qi chuckled softly.
He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Harry's bed, quietly waiting for Harry to come to his senses.
From the moment Lynch saw those emerald green eyes at the opening banquet, he planned to reveal their relationship to Harry, thereby bringing the Savior closer to himself.
Putting everything else aside, just based on Snape's reaction to those eyes, Lynch was determined to gain Harry's support.
Secondly, deep down, I do feel that I owe this friend whom I've known since childhood some debt. Although it wasn't my intention or my fault, I did play a negative role in Lily's journey to death.
For several reasons, Lynch always wanted to have the opportunity to be alone with Harry.
But Snape, Dumbledore, and even Professor McGonagall kept a close watch on him throughout the school year, even avoiding him from meeting with ordinary students in private, let alone Harry.
Only now has Lin Qi finally found an opportunity.
Dumbledore went out to return the Philosopher's Stone.
Snape, because of the "truth" Dumbledore told him the night before, stayed in his office and wouldn't come out.
Professor McGonagall is dealing with the rumors that are spreading in the castle.
I gained a valuable break.
"But... how could this be?" Harry swallowed hard, still finding it hard to believe.
I had just deduced Professor Lynch's hidden true identity—the legendary dark wizard hunter, "The Mist Hangman."
Professor Lynch appeared before him and told him that he should call him Uncle.
Is he a friend of my parents?
Why didn't anyone tell me?
Why did it take you so long to tell yourself this?
Sensing Harry's shock and confusion, Lynch leaned forward slightly, the oil lamp on the wall of the infirmary illuminating his face:
"I know this is sudden, but Harry, you're a smart kid. Didn't you notice my gaze on you when we first met, before the Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts?"
Harry proved it.
Indeed, as soon as he entered the auditorium and stood in front of the teachers' table, he noticed Professor Lin Qi's gaze on him, and he remembered that Professor Lin Qi smiled at him at that time.
At that time, he was just curious and thought that he was just like everyone else who was paying attention to him because of his identity as the "boy who survived a great disaster". He never thought that there was such a special relationship between him and him.
uncle?
Harry suddenly understood why Professor Lynch had used that slightly intimate term of endearment that night in the room with the Mirror of Erised.
"Do you know my parents?" Harry asked.
"I am not your father's friend, if that's the question you want to ask." Lynch's voice suddenly softened, and his gaze passed over Harry as if he could see a memory from the past.
"I am your mother's friend. We grew up in the same community. I am five years younger than her, but age did not become a barrier to our friendship. We still became very good friends."
"She helped me a lot in life and studies, especially during the time before and after I entered Hogwarts, for which I will always be grateful..."
Professor Lynch's words were filled with genuine emotion, and Harry immediately believed him.
After all, as the legendary hangman, Professor Lynch had no reason to deceive himself.
Harry couldn't think of anything about himself that Professor Lynch would want, like his magical power that made Voldemort disappear.
He himself couldn't find where that power came from.
Moreover, Professor Lynch himself was a wizard powerful enough to defeat Voldemort.
After what happened last night, Harry now considers Lynch to be on par with Dumbledore.
"But why did you never come to see me? Why are you only telling me now?" Harry asked, voicing his doubts.
He didn't understand why Professor Lynch, who was his mother's good friend, had only told him about this relationship now.
From Harry's question, Lynch keenly sensed that he had already accepted the fact that he and his mother were old acquaintances.
His expression turned serious: "You can ask Dumbledore or Hagrid why I can't come to see you."
"And the reason I'm telling you now is because of your upbringing, Harry."
"As I said before, your mother and I come from the same community. Naturally, I also know your Aunt Penny. I know what kind of person she is, and I know her attitude towards magic."
"I need to determine whether your personality is normal after growing up under her oppression, and whether you are capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities."
"After all, you saw it with your own eyes last night: the greatest enemy of the magical world is still alive, albeit in terrible condition, and he remains at large, unpunished."
Lynch paused, noticing Harry's expression turn serious, and continued, "As the 'Boy Who Lived,' who caused Voldemort's disappearance, Voldemort certainly wouldn't ignore your existence."
"If you grow up to be an ordinary little boy, I will recognize you immediately and protect you."
"But you don't. You possess some extremely rare and wonderful qualities that have shown me a certain possibility... That's why I haven't told you about our relationship until I'm sure that possibility exists."
"It wasn't until last night, witnessing your performance as you overcame the challenges set by the professors and finally faced Voldemort, that I became certain of your potential."
"Harry, perhaps in the future, you can stand by my side and face Voldemort and his minions together."
Harry's face flushed red quickly because of Professor Lynch's approval.
From childhood to adulthood, he received only reprimands and humiliation from the Dursleys.
After entering the magical world, he became the "Boy Who Lived," but this title was more like a distant symbol, an honor he did not understand or control, bringing more trouble and attention than genuine recognition.
Never before had anyone—never as powerful and ruthless as Professor Lynch—looked into his eyes so intently.
Tell him that he has potential and wonderful qualities.
He almost thought that the person being described in those words wasn't himself.
But if it's not myself, then who is it?
It was just me and Professor Lynch here.
No, it's not Professor Lynch anymore.
Harry looked at Lynch a little shyly: "Can I really do this?...Uncle Lynch?"
"I thought you wouldn't say it today." Lin Qi's smile broadened.
He looked at Harry and said with certainty, "Of course you can, I'll help you."