The Hogwarts Express slowly came to a stop at King's Cross Station, amidst the different moods of various people.

The jolt from the train stopping pulled Lin Yue out of her thoughts about potion-making simulations, and it also woke up Hermione, who had been sleeping soundly on her shoulder.

"Ah... we’ve arrived," Hermione said, covering her mouth as she yawned. Still a bit dazed, she lifted her head from Lin Yue's shoulder, sat up straight, and rubbed her eyes.

It wasn't until Hermione raised her head that Lin Yue got up, reached up to take down their luggage from the overhead rack. She also helped the three older girls sitting across from them with their bags. Once Hermione was fully awake, she took her luggage and gave Lin Yue a sweet smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Lin Yue replied with a neutral expression, nodding slightly as she pulled her suitcase out of the compartment, with Hermione and Cho Chang following behind her.

Just as they reached the door of the compartment, Harry and Ron exchanged glances. Ron's expression was complicated as he looked at Harry and said with some difficulty, "Mate... have you ever seen Hermione so gentle, so... so whatever?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, "What you mean is, that sweet look?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Ron suddenly realized, nodding vigorously, "I was just thinking about how to describe it, that's the description!"

"Well... I haven't seen it," Harry shook his head firmly, "and I don't think Hermione would show that kind of expression to anyone other than Lin Yue."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Who would have thought, the famous Miss Granger of Gryffindor, prioritizing romance over friendship."

Ron teased, and Harry immediately waved his hand, "I didn't say that, you did."

"Hey! Don't sell me out like that!"

The two boys playfully shoved each other as they got off the Hogwarts Express.

On the platform, Lin Yue was already waiting in line to exit with her suitcase alongside Hermione.

When it was their turn to leave the platform, she turned back and said goodbye to the three senior girls and Harry and Ron.

"Goodbye, Senior Cho Chang, Senior Marietta, Senior Penelope, goodbye Harry, goodbye Ron."

"Bye, see you after the summer break."

The five of them smiled and waved at Lin Yue, while also saying goodbye to Hermione beside her.

"Don't forget to write to us, we will be waiting for your letters."

Penelope bent down and rubbed Lin Yue's little head, giving her a reminder.

"Okay, I will write to you."

Lin Yue replied mechanically, her attitude extremely serious as she promised Penelope.

"Mm-hmm, go on."

Penelope hummed in satisfaction and gently pushed Lin Yue out, letting her pass through the wall with Hermione at Platform 9¾.

Once they exited the platform, Hermione immediately spotted her parents not far away and ran joyfully towards them.

"Dad! Mom! I missed you so much!"

Mrs. Granger opened her arms to catch the rushing Hermione, happily laughing as she lifted her up.

"Mom and Dad missed you too."

Mr. Granger smiled and reached out to pat Hermione on the top of her head, "Welcome home, Hermione."

Lin Yue watched from a distance, politely standing aside without interrupting as Hermione reunited with her parents.

It was only after they had finished their conversation that she slowly approached, pulling her suitcase along.

"Auntie, Uncle, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Lin Yue." Mrs. Granger set Hermione down, wrapping one arm around her while pinching Lin Yue's cheek with the other.

"We missed you too."

Lin Yue's eyes showed no emotion as she blinked, "Thank you."

"Welcome home," Mr. Granger said to Lin Yue the same way he had to Hermione, "Let's go, we’re going back for a big meal."

After leaving the train station, Hermione and Lin Yue took the initiative to load their suitcases into the trunk of the car.

Once they were seated in the back and buckled up, Lin Yue's gaze was fixed on the scenery outside the window that was rapidly receding.

"What are you looking at?"

Hermione leaned forward, curiously looking out the car window. A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of Lin Yue's nose; it wasn't the scent of shampoo or body wash. It was a more natural, fresh, and sweet smell, and as Lin Yue inhaled it, she felt as if her whole body had lightened.

"I'm looking at the shops outside," Lin Yue replied expressionlessly.

"The shops outside?" Hermione paused for a moment, glancing at the passing street-side stores. "What's so interesting about them?"

Lin Yue stiffly nodded, "I can compare them to my memories from the last time I saw them to see which shops have closed and which ones are new."

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Pointing out the car window, Hermione exclaimed, "You remembered all the shops outside? Just from a quick glance?"

It's worth noting that there was no traffic jam, and the car was moving at a decent speed. The shops outside basically flashed by in an instant—how could Lin Yue actually see them clearly? She could even compare them to the memories she had from the last time she was in the car.

Hermione settled back down, took Lin Yue's hand, and gently squeezed it twice. "I'm starting to suspect you have hyperthymesia."

Lin Yue turned back, looking intently at Hermione. "Hyperthymesia is an extremely rare medical phenomenon, a branch of non-selective memory. People with hyperthymesia have no ability to forget; they can remember their personal experiences in vivid detail, down to any specific detail."

Hearing this cold and clear definition, Hermione couldn't help but tighten her grip on Lin Yue's hand.

"I don't lack the ability to forget, so I don't have hyperthymesia."

"I just have a highly focused attention, and with fewer distractions for my brain, my memory is strong."

"Mm..."

Hermione pressed her lips together, leaning into Lin Yue's embrace, her hands seemingly enchanted as they played with Lin Yue's left hand. Lin Yue sat there with a dazed expression, allowing Hermione to play with her hand.

The Granger couple, sitting in the front row, sighed helplessly in their hearts. This child, Lin Yue, was truly impressive in every aspect, especially her memory, which was incredibly strong. In the eyes of the two dentists, if it weren't for the fact that Lin Yue's emotions hadn't fully recovered yet, she would indeed be quite suitable for studying medicine.

Glancing at her parents in the front row, Hermione tilted her head and quietly asked Lin Yue, "Can I tell my dad and mom about you coming from another world? I can promise they won't go around spreading it."

Lin Yue listened to Hermione's words and nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

"Mm." Hermione softly responded, leaning against Lin Yue's soft chest, listening to her powerful heartbeat.

The journey was smooth, and the four of them returned home in less than an hour. Upon entering the Granger home, Lin Yue looked down and saw her own pair of slippers. They were clean and showed no signs of having been unused for a long time, indicating that the Granger couple had prepared in advance. Her slippers were placed right next to Hermione's, giving the impression that, as the Granger couple had said, they had two daughters in their home.

After putting on her slippers, Lin Yue instinctively walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of water for Hermione and the Granger couple. When she mechanically reached for the fourth cup, she paused. This was the cup she had used last summer, also prepared in advance by the Granger couple.

Coming back to her senses, she poured water into her own cup and directly carried the four cups out on a tray. Just as Hermione was about to go into the kitchen to see what Lin Yue was doing, she quickly took the tray from Lin Yue's hands.

"Thank you, but you don't have to do this. We can pour our own water," Hermione said.

Lin Yue shook her head lightly with a calm expression, "It's fine, if I can help, I will help."

"Alright..."

Hermione sighed helplessly and picked up her cup from the tray, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's the least I can do."

Lin Yue nodded without any change in her tone, and the Granger couple also came forward, thanked her, and took a big sip from their cups.

Mrs. Granger put down her cup and pushed the two girls towards the living room.

"Okay, you two, go watch TV, your dad and I will go make dinner."

"You’re not allowed to come help, just enjoy watching TV."

As she said this, Mrs. Granger even gave Lin Yue's shoulder a gentle pat.

Lin Yue turned around and looked at the gentle smile on Mrs. Granger's face, feeling a warmth in her heart. "Okay, thank you, Auntie, Uncle, Sorry to trouble you."

"It’s no trouble, go on and watch," Mrs. Granger nodded in satisfaction and took her husband into the kitchen, where they began to prepare dinner together.

Lin Yue sat in front of the television with Hermione. Hermione turned on the TV and quickly found the cartoon channel. When she saw that "Tom and Jerry" was playing, she reached out and hugged Lin Yue's arm, watching it with great interest.

At Hermione's current age and with her preferences, "Tom and Jerry" was the cartoon that could attract her the most.

As Lin Yue watched the antics of Tom and Jerry on the screen, her thoughts shifted with each change of scene. It didn’t conform to the laws of physics, nor to the laws of biology... After just five minutes, a bunch of related "reminders" popped up in her mind.

The previous "Thomas the Tank Engine" was fine; the train had a face, and Lin Yue directly defined them as a new species, so she didn’t apply the normal definitions of physics, biology, etc., to them. Instead, she constructed a set of definitions unique to this "species" based on the content of the animation.

But with "Tom and Jerry"... the cat was just a cat, and the mouse was just a mouse, right? Even the scenes were all very normal home settings. How could it be...

Lin Yue felt that her brain had somewhat stalled, and she turned to look at the amused Hermione beside her.

"Hermione..."

"Uh? What's wrong?"

Hearing Lin Yue call her name, the laughing Hermione immediately stopped and turned to her.

"This animation doesn't conform to the definitions of physics and biology, or is it that the main characters here are a different type of cat and mouse?"

Hermione was taken aback for a moment. She opened her mouth to try to explain but found herself unsure of how to organize her thoughts.

After several seconds, Hermione finally managed to figure out how to respond, "This is just, just an animated show. We don't need it to conform to physics, biology, or any of that stuff."

"We just need it to make the viewers happy, to help them relax, or to make them feel warmth or something like that. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"It's just that in the animation, it doesn't have to conform to common sense."

Lin Yue quickly thought about the definition of cartoons that Hermione mentioned and soon found the most basic contradiction.

"I understand now, it's that my previous world's requirements and definitions of cartoons are different from here."

"Different?" Hermione looked puzzled for a moment, "Then when we watched Thomas the Tank Engine last time... why didn't you ask me?"

Lin Yue lowered her head and looked at Hermione seriously as she replied, "I thought they were a special species, and that the cartoon was about their lives."

After all, with magic existing, having a special species... doesn't seem impossible, right?

"Uh, okay."

Hermione pressed her lips together, tightened her grip on Lin Yue's arm, and leaned back on her shoulder again, playfully blowing on Lin Yue's hair.

"Whoosh... Whoosh... What are the requirements and definitions of animation in your world?"

Lin Yue turned her head to look at Hermione, who was blowing on her hair, and skillfully recited the definition of animation from her original world.

"Animation is a type of film and television work that simulates characters and designs plots through animation to achieve the purpose of educating children."

Hermione nodded silently, waiting for Lin Yue to continue with the rest of the definition, but instead, she directly heard her talk about the requirements for animation.

"Wait," Hermione suddenly raised her head, looking at Lin Yue with her big eyes wide open, "Is that it? Is that your definition of animation?"

"Yes," Lin Yue nodded seriously.

Hermione swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat trickling down her back, "Uh... then, what about the requirements?"

"The requirements are that animation production should have educational significance, should assist students in learning, and to ensure the healthy growth and personal safety of students, animation should fully reflect real life and reject any elements of fantasy. It should consciously eliminate content related to emotions, play, and so on from appearing in animation, helping students with better enlightenment and learning."

"This... this..."

Hermione opened her mouth in vain, unsure of what she should say.

What kind of animation would be produced under such requirements?

She was completely unaware that she had voiced this question while lost in thought.

Lin Yue blinked, her voice calm as water, "The approved animations are all records of students' learning lives."

"Generally, there are four templates: the school life episode, which is forty-five minutes long and fully replicates classroom teaching; the after-school episode, which is six hours long and fully replicates doing homework, reviewing, and previewing."

"The year-end exam episode is two hours long, fully replicating the exam process and answering questions, and the post-exam episode fully replicates the process of capturing and destroying students who fail the exam."

Hermione was breathing heavily, cold sweat continuously pouring from her forehead. She even felt her tongue uncontrollably retreating, and a sudden wave of nausea hit her.

Looking at Hermione's pale face, Lin Yue showed no expression. "I'm sorry, did my words make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no," Hermione forced a smile, not wanting Lin Yue to feel guilty. "I'm just... just a bit hot, I'll be fine in a moment."

"Mm..." Lin Yue nodded stiffly. Hermione was lying; she easily concluded this from Hermione's micro-expressions.

However, Hermione didn't want to continue the conversation. According to the rules of politeness, she shouldn't press further.

With a pale face, Hermione looked at the cat and mouse happily running on the television, imagining two iron cages descending from the sky to trap them. Those animated definitions and requirements seemed to restrict the cartoons, but in reality... what was truly imprisoned was the child themselves.