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A few nights later.
The corridors of Hogwarts were silent, save for the soft crackle of torches on the walls. Three figures crept stealthily through the hallway, their faces filled with irrepressible excitement.
Cedric led the way, with Roger Davies following beside him and Harry Potter bringing up the rear, glancing back from time to time for fear of being followed.
They stopped at the door to Lynn's dormitory.
Cedric took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock.
Knock. Knock-knock.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open from the inside, and the three filed in.
The dormitory was brightly lit. Lynn was sitting at his desk, holding a book—today, he was reading Grindelwald's insights on Fiendfyre.
Edgar was slumped on the nearby sofa, William was organizing notes, and Ollie leaned against the window, silent as ever.
But the trio's eyes didn't linger on these roommates; their gazes fell in unison onto the desk.
There, two golden eggs sat quietly.
Glittering gold and perfectly intact, they gave off a soft luster under the light.
Harry's eyes widened, and the expression on his face was quite a sight.
"Lynn!" he exclaimed. "I didn't expect you to actually fix the golden eggs!"
Lynn put down his book, a smug smile appearing on his face.
He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair; his posture and expression practically screamed the words, 'Hurry up and praise me.'
"Just this?" He waved a hand dismissively. "Fixing two golden eggs is as easy as pie."
Cedric nodded in deep agreement.
"You really are amazing," he said sincerely. "We studied them for ages and ended up making a mess of it. You fixed them in just a few days."
Lynn's smile grew even brighter.
Cedric walked to the desk and placed a wooden box on it.
Click.
The wooden box seemed to be triggered by some mechanism, instantly unfolding itself automatically. The lid opened, the body extended outward, and in the blink of an eye, an ordinary wooden box had transformed into a massive dining table.
The table was covered in food.
Roasted lamb chops, honey-glazed ham, roast chicken, Yorkshire pudding, cream of mushroom soup, fruit tarts, chocolate cake—over a dozen steaming delicacies were laid out, their aroma wafting through the air.
Lynn's gaze was instantly drawn to it.
He subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
The action was so obvious that Edgar, sitting nearby, couldn't help but chuckle.
Lynn pretended not to hear and looked at Cedric.
"This..." He pointed at the table of food, then looked back at Cedric. "Look, what's all this for?"
Roger Davies stepped forward, pulled a bulging small cloth bag from his pocket, and stuffed it into Lynn's hand.
The bag was heavy, filled with Galleons that made a crisp clinking sound.
"You've done us a huge favor," Roger said with a smile. "Treating you to a meal is only right."
Lynn looked down at the Galleons in his hand, then up at the feast, then back down at the Galleons.
His expression rarely carried a hint of embarrassment.
"Look at this..." He sighed, then reached out to take the Galleons and stuffed them into his pocket.
The movement was swift and smooth as flowing water.
"Since you're already here," he said, "let's eat."
He paused, then added, "There was no need for the Galleons."
Cedric and the other two exchanged glances.
Their looks clearly said: You certainly pocketed them quickly enough, then.
Lynn pretended not to see those looks.
He had already started ushering everyone to their seats.
"Come on, come on, don't just stand there—eat up. Edgar, stop lying around and come help set the chairs. William, put those notes aside for now; read them after dinner. Ollie—"
Ollie had already walked over silently and sat down at the table.
Lynn nodded with satisfaction.
Soon, the group was gathered around the large table, feasting heartily.
...
After they had eaten and drunk their fill.
The food on the table had been mostly cleared away, leaving only a few empty plates and some scraps. Several of them leaned back in their chairs, patting their stomachs with satisfied expressions.
Cedric stood up, walked to the desk, and carefully picked up the two golden eggs.
He examined them closely for a moment, confirming they were indeed intact, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
"Lynn," he said sincerely, "thank you, truly. If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't have known what to do."
Roger also stood up and nodded.
"If you ever need help with anything, just ask."
Harry stood nearby, a trace of guilt still on his face, but mostly gratitude.
Lynn waved them off, his tone light.
"Alright, alright, don't be so polite. Get back quickly, and be careful not to get caught by the professors."
Cedric nodded. The three of them said a few more words of thanks and then left the dormitory with the golden eggs.
After the door closed, the dormitory fell silent for a few seconds.
Then Lynn pulled the bag of Galleons from his pocket and weighed it in his hand.
His mouth split into a grin, and he looked incredibly happy.
Edgar glanced at him and couldn't help but speak up.
"Is that really necessary?" he asked with a look of disdain. "How much does your shop make in a month? How much is this one bag of Galleons even worth?"
Lynn waved a hand, the smile on his face not fading in the slightest.
"Edgar, you don't understand," he said, his tone carrying the world-weariness of an old-timer. "Stuff you get for free feels different from money earned through business."
Edgar was stunned for a moment.
He blinked, looking completely bewildered.
"What do you mean?"
Lynn didn't answer, just continued weighing the Galleons in his hand, his smile growing even wider.
Nearby, William pushed up his glasses, looking at Lynn thoughtfully.
Ollie remained silent as usual, but in the gaze he directed at Lynn, there was a flash of insight. A thought surfaced in Ollie's mind.
He was silent for a few seconds, then spoke.
"Didn't fix them?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone in the dormitory to hear.
Lynn's movement of weighing the Galleons paused.
Then he turned his head and looked at Ollie.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Exactly."
Edgar was dumbfounded.
"What?"
Lynn stood up from his chair and stretched.
"Having so many golden eggs is useless anyway," he said. "Keeping them just takes up space. Might as well trade them for Galleons."
Edgar's mouth fell wide open.
"You—you didn't fix them? You gave them the unfixed golden eggs? And you took their Galleons and that meal? And—and..."
He couldn't go on.
Lynn patted him on the shoulder.
"Edgar," he said earnestly, "you have to learn to look through the surface to see the essence of things."
Edgar glared at him.
"What essence? The essence is that you lied to them!"
Lynn shook his head.
"How can you call it lying? They think the eggs are fixed, so they are fixed. They left happily with the eggs, and I happily accepted the payment. This is called—a win-win."
Edgar fell silent.
"So..." he spoke with difficulty, "you gave them your own golden eggs in exchange for a meal and a bag of Galleons?"
Lynn thought about it and corrected him:
"And their gratitude."
Edgar pointed at Lynn, his finger trembling.
"You—you—"
Lynn looked at him with an innocent face.
"You really are something else."
Lynn waved a hand modestly.
"You flatter me, you flatter me."