The children did not consider the possible retaliation from the Malfoy family, but as adults who had fought against those pure-blood families, the Weasley couple clearly did.

Therefore, as soon as they returned home, they wrote a letter to Professor Dumbledore. They detailed the events that occurred in Diagon Alley that day and sought his help regarding the likelihood of the Malfoy family retaliating against Lin Yue.

Looking at the letter that arrived at his home, Professor Dumbledore was not surprised by the news that Lin Yue had easily defeated both Lucius and Draco. After all, Lin Yue had even repelled Voldemort, albeit in an incomplete state, which was enough to demonstrate her abilities.

In comparison, how could the two Malfoys, armed with their pathetic little wands, possibly be her match? However, Arthur and Molly's concerns were not unfounded; Lucius Malfoy would certainly attempt to take revenge on Lin Yue.

But given his level of intelligence, he would definitely not take direct action to offend such a visibly promising young witch. Therefore, his best option would be to go to the Ministry of Magic and persuade Fudge to help him get back at her.

Whether it was issuing Lin Yue a warning about using magic during the holidays or shamelessly holding a trial under the pretext of Lin Yue intentionally causing harm, both were forms of retaliation they could pursue.

In an instant, Dumbledore had already thought of all the paths Lucius Malfoy could take. Without any hesitation, he stood up, put on his wizard hat, and walked to the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder and throwing it into the flames to head straight to Fudge's office.

After all, Lin Yue was a student at Hogwarts, and as the headmaster, he had an obligation to protect his students. This naturally included protecting them from any unreasonable persecution, without a doubt.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was quite efficient; after Lucius and Draco had consumed a potion and lay down for an afternoon, their dazed minds had recovered. Almost as soon as they regained their senses, Lucius used the fireplace at St. Mungo's to head directly to Fudge's office.

Fudge warmly welcomed him and invited him to sit on the sofa. Before the two could start discussing matters, the fireplace suddenly ignited with green flames once again.

“Oh,” Fudge frowned as he looked at the fireplace that had flared up with green flames again, “Why are so many people coming to see me tonight?”

The flames surged violently, and suddenly, Professor Dumbledore stepped out from within.

“Dumbledore, what brings you here?” Fudge quickly stood up, walked over, and shook hands with Professor Dumbledore.

“I came to discuss a few matters with you, Cornelius,” Dumbledore said with a smile as he shook Fudge's hand, and then he immediately noticed Lucius, who was sitting on the sofa behind Fudge, looking pale and tense.

“Oh, what a coincidence, Mr. Malfoy,” Dumbledore said as he took off his wizard hat and nodded politely.

“Coincidence? I don’t think so, Dumbledore.”

Lucius glared at Dumbledore, feeling dark and resentful. Coincidence? Just this morning, he and Draco had been “taught a lesson” by that Lin Yue.

Now, just as he was about to find Fudge to cause trouble for Lin Yue, Dumbledore showed up.

To say this was a coincidence? Even a first-year wizard at Hogwarts wouldn’t believe it!

It must be those damned Weasleys who informed Dumbledore about this matter.

Fudge had managed to reach the position of Minister of Magic, and even if he was incompetent, he still had some ability to read the room.

Seeing Lucius’s dark expression as he kept staring at Dumbledore, Fudge quickly understood what was going on.

It seemed that something had happened, and Malfoy wanted to use him to do something, but Dumbledore probably didn’t want him to.

At times like this, Fudge felt a heavy weight in his heart, caught between the side represented by Dumbledore and the pure-blood family represented by Malfoy.

Each time, he could only muddle through, lacking any authority as a minister.

This time would undoubtedly be the same; he could only wait to see what outcome Dumbledore and Lucius would “negotiate.”

“Lucius, I’ve heard that you had a little conflict with a young wizard?” Dumbledore said gently, a bright “firelight” flickering in his eyes.

Lucius gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the snake-headed cane. "I suppose this matter has nothing to do with our great and noble Headmaster Dumbledore, right?"

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"That's not quite fair," Headmaster Dumbledore replied with a smile, shaking his head. "Miss Lin is my student, and you were once my student as well. It's quite normal for a headmaster to mediate when there are conflicts between students."

With that statement, not only was the nature of the entire incident defined as a mere trivial conflict, but the direction of the conversation also completely followed the path Dumbledore wanted.

Lucius held his cane tightly, his gaze piercing as he looked at Dumbledore, speaking each word deliberately, "So my son and I are just going to suffer this injustice, is that right?"

"Young people can be a bit impulsive," Dumbledore said, stroking his white beard. "We must always be understanding."

"Weren't you also guilty of making quite a few mistakes when you were young, Lucius?"

Dumbledore slightly lowered his head, looking at Lucius over the top of his glasses.

Lucius felt a shiver run through him. Was Dumbledore warning him? Warning him not to forget that he had once stood by the Dark Lord's side?

"And, as far as I know, you and young Mr. Malfoy haven't suffered too much, considering the advantages you've verbally claimed."

Faced with Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the past century, Lucius was more aware of his abilities than the Ministry of Magic was.

So he said no more, directly bidding farewell to Fudge and returning home from the Ministry of Magic.

There was no point in saying anything further; with Dumbledore protecting her, he had no way to deal with Lin Yue.

Otherwise, after all these years, he would have found a way to make the Weasley family disappear long ago.

Watching Lucius leave, Dumbledore shook his head with a smile and put his wizard hat back on.

"Sorry to bother you, Cornelius. I trust the Ministry won't mind this little conflict?"

The implication was that Dumbledore wanted to confirm whether the Ministry would intervene in this matter.

"Of course, Dumbledore," Fudge nodded with a forced smile. Since Lucius himself had already accepted it, how could he possibly confront Dumbledore? "This is just an ordinary little conflict; the Ministry will definitely not intervene."

"That's wonderful," Dumbledore smiled. "I wish you a pleasant evening, Cornelius."

With that, he stepped into the fireplace, and a burst of green flames erupted, instantly making his figure disappear into the hearth.

Fudge let out a sigh of relief; this evening... was really a bit unsettling.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Yue and a few others had been staying in the villa to review after buying books. Even Harry and Ron were being pressured by Hermione to add an extra hour of study time each day on top of their homework.

Both of them felt a mix of pain and joy; the pain came from not wanting to study during the holiday, while the joy stemmed from genuinely feeling their knowledge increasing. Just imagining that studying would be easier when school started again, and that they could even contribute more points to Gryffindor, lifted their spirits.

As for the three Ravenclaw seniors, they were even more enthusiastic about studying, almost matching Hermione's intensity, and had already begun memorizing key concepts from their textbooks.

The most special one was undoubtedly Lin Yue. With the new school year's textbooks in hand and the "study ban" lifted, Lin Yue was completely engrossed in her reading. She read on the sofa in the villa, went up and down the stairs with a book, ate while reading, and even read while cooking and using the bathroom.

Merlin knows how shocked Hermione the first time was she saw Lin Yue cooking while reading.

"Merlin and God! The oil was about to splatter onto her hands!"

At that moment, Hermione rushed over, snatched the spatula from Lin Yue's hand, and gently pulled her away, turning off the heat in one smooth motion.

Not caring that she still held the spatula, Hermione quickly took Lin Yue's hand and checked it over and over until she confirmed there were no burns, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Lin Yue blinked blankly, not quite understanding why Hermione had pulled her away and why she was now holding her hand and looking at it repeatedly.

Her hand... wasn't anything special to look at, right?

Lin Yue lowered her head and stared at her right hand, which was now as white as jade, and paused for a moment.

It was only now that she truly noticed how different her hand was compared to before; it seemed... indeed a bit beautiful.

Her hands used to be white as well, but it was a sickly kind of white, nothing like the glossy white she had now.

Not to mention the burns, frostbite, and scars that used to be on her hands.

Although she had lost her emotions, she still had a normal sense of aesthetic.

So, she knew that her hands back then were not pretty; she just didn't care, nor could she care.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Hermione saw Lin Yue staring blankly at the hand she was holding.

Feeling both angry and amused, she poked Lin Yue's forehead with her other hand, "You really are something, reading while cooking. Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

As she spoke, Hermione's previously calmed emotions couldn't help but flare up again with a hint of anger.

Lin Yue was just too careless about her own safety. Of course, Hermione's greater resentment and anger were directed at Lin Yue's parents; her current state was closely related to them!

"I'm used to it, very skilled, I won't get burned," Lin Yue shook her head expressionlessly.

The familiar tone of speech, combined with the unfamiliar aspects, made Hermione feel like she was about to laugh out of frustration made Hermione feel like she was about to laugh out of anger. Lin Yue's parents truly deserved a curse!

Reaching out, she picked up the book from the stove and closed it, shaking the book in her hand.

"Confiscated! No reading while cooking."

"Oh." Lin Yue nodded indifferently and turned back to continue cooking.

Hermione walked out of the kitchen to put the book back in the room upstairs, and only then did Lin Yue relax a bit and move her right leg.

On the inner thigh of her right leg, there was a noticeable wound about ten centimeters long.

Ignoring the fact that magical transportation could easily reach the villa, this posed a potential security risk for Hermione and the others.

Lin Yue had long thought that this needed to be punished, and it was a severe punishment; she indeed carried it out.

In the following days, no one noticed anything unusual about Lin Yue's leg.

Subconsciously, Lin Yue tried to maintain a normal walking posture in front of them, even if it meant increasing her pain; she did not change her walking style.

Moreover, she always wore pajama pants while sleeping, so Hermione had no opportunity to discover it.

During these days, the only thing that made Hermione and the others feel "overwhelmed" was Lin Yue's learning speed.

Even though Cho Chang and Marietta were Lin Yue's roommates at Hogwarts, they often spent a lot of time apart.

Now that they all lived in the same villa, they were basically together all the time, so Lin Yue's learning speed was displayed more intuitively.

In just three days after getting the books, she had memorized all the textbooks word for word.

Penelope thoughtfully quizzed her on some knowledge points and was even more surprised to find that she not only memorized them but had also understood them thoroughly.

For a moment, the other six little wizards felt somewhat discouraged, but then they thought, this is Lin Yue.

How many people like Lin Yue could emerge in the thousands of years of history of the British wizarding world?

Thinking this way, they instantly felt relieved.

When the day to return to school arrived, the seven little wizards did not trouble any of their parents and went together to King's Cross Station.

However, when they arrived at the station, they were greeted by...

Bang! Bang! "Aww!" ×2

Harry and Ron tumbled to the ground, and the remaining five girls, including Lin Yue, rushed over to help them up and tidy up their scattered luggage.

"Merlin's beard... what just happened?" Ron rubbed his sore elbow and looked curiously at the pillar where the entrance to Platform 9¾ was located.

Passersby couldn't help but turn to look at seven of them; after all, it wasn't every day that you saw kids crashing into a wall.

Fortunately, Penelope and Hermione reacted quickly, standing up and smiling as they sent some of the onlookers away, which eased the situation around them a bit.

"What happened? I've never heard of anything like this before," said Cho Chang, pressing against the solid pillar that was undoubtedly the entrance to Platform 9¾.

"The passage is blocked?" Marietta frowned as well.

"What do we do? The train is about to leave," Harry said anxiously, glancing at the clock.

"Don't panic," Hermione and Penelope returned, with Hermione waving her hand to signal Harry to calm down.

"The best option is to write to Professor Dumbledore; he will handle it. After analysis, this method is reliable, has a high success rate, and does not violate any Ministry of Magic laws or Hogwarts rules," Lin Yue concluded after her brain worked quickly.