In the panic of everyone in London, the city's tremors came to a halt. People were slowly beginning to relax, but before they could catch their breath, a violent explosion erupted from deep underground throughout London.

Boom!

Beneath the ancient city, the soil and rock crumbled inch by inch, as Lin Yue's explosively growing magical power was unleashed in the form of a levitation spell. Under her influence, London was on the verge of being uprooted.

In the hospital room, the items surrounding Lin Yue were spinning at such speed that they created a suction force. The three professors had to use their Shield Charm with all their might just to barely hold on, preventing that suction from pulling them or the medical staff behind them away.

Lying on the hospital bed, Lin Yue's face bore an unprecedented anger and ferocity, which added a touch of vitality to her. Just as the sounds from underground London grew louder, waves of warm and peaceful magical energy came from the distant sky.

Ultimately, they enveloped Lin Yue, with gentle magical waves continuously flowing over her body.

Lin Yue's frenzied growth of magical power finally began to stabilize, and the speed of the objects spinning in the ward also decreased.

London, which had almost been uprooted, sank back into the ground once again.

The images in her mind were deeply etched into her memory, and those sounds were instinctively imprinted in Lin Yue's brain.

A few drops of clear tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, and her tightly clenched hands relaxed. Lin Yue's body, which had been struggling and twisting, returned to calm.

The blinding light finally disappeared, and Professor McGonagall and the others opened their eyes again, only to be greeted by the sight of the nearly destroyed ward.

Only Lin Yue lay peacefully on the hospital bed, spotless, her face still expressionless as always.

It was as if nothing had happened just moments ago.

"Is it... over?" the nurse asked tremulously, her gaze filled with awe as she looked at Lin Yue on the bed.

This intensity of magic... could she really be a little witch?

"It’s over," Professor McGonagall nodded, putting her wand back into the pocket of her robe.

She walked to the bedside and pressed her hand on Lin Yue's forehead. She had just seen the child frowning tightly, but now there was no need for her to smooth it out.

"Her body is fine; to be precise," a doctor used a professional detection spell on Lin Yue, looking at her with a complex expression, "the recent explosive growth of her magical power has significantly reduced the effects of the Cruciatus Curse she was under."

"As long as she rests well for a week, she should be fine."

"That's good," Professor Flitwick sighed in relief, smiling at the doctor. "Please calculate the hospital's losses; I will compensate you accordingly."

Just now, under the support of Lin Yue's explosive growth in magical power, the items in the ward endured a magical force far beyond their limits. Therefore, at the very moment Lin Yue's magical power stabilized, those items turned to dust and scattered on the floor. Not even a repair spell could save them.

Upon hearing Professor Flitwick's words, the doctor quickly raised his hand and waved it vigorously, "No need to trouble you, Professor Flitwick, this is all normal medical loss."

Normal medical loss? Professor Snape's brow twitched sharply; even if they weren't professional healers from St. Mungo's, they knew that this explanation was a bit far-fetched. However, the three professors exchanged glances and chose not to say anything further. Since the other party said there was no need for compensation, they felt there was no need to elaborate.

The wizarding world has a small population, and young witches and wizards are recognized as treasures that need to be collectively cared for by the wizarding community. Most people would show goodwill, so let Lin Yue enjoy the kindness from everyone in the wizarding world this time.

Having experienced six Cruciatus curses and one explosive surge of magical power, Lin Yue undoubtedly needed a good rest. The nurse quickly left the ward and returned with a bottle of Dreamless Sleep Potion amidst the curious and uncertain gazes of her colleagues outside. As for what had happened in the ward, she wouldn't say, and her colleagues wouldn't ask, no matter how curious they were.

Gently administering the Dreamless Sleep Potion to Lin Yue, the nurse kindly tucked her in with the blanket. "She can sleep well for eight hours now; when she wakes up, she will feel much better."

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"Maybe not," Professor McGonagall shook her head, looking at Lin Yue in the hospital bed with concern. She clearly recalled the time in the Hogwarts infirmary when Pomona had given Lin Yue the Dreamless Sleep Potion, and Lin Yue had woken and slept repeatedly. At that time, they didn't know the reason, but now they understood.

It was likely due to the sleep habits instilled in her by her parents that were now causing trouble. One could imagine how strong her will must be to resist the effects of the potion.

Although they didn't understand what Professor McGonagall meant by "maybe not," the doctors and nurses still left the ward. One reason was that they had indeed done all they could, and the other was that they needed to go out for their shifts.

After the doctors and nurses left, Professor McGonagall sat by Lin Yue's bedside, while Professor Flitwick took a seat next to her.

Professor McGonagall turned to Professor Snape and said, "Severus, you should head back now; you can still deal with the Basilisk."

"Yes," Professor Flitwick nodded in agreement, "isn't that a rare potion ingredient?"

Professor Snape silently nodded, then turned and left.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick continued to stay in the ward, watching over Lin Yue.

An hour later, the nurse returned on time. She needed to confirm whether the girl named Lin Yue was truly in a dreamless sleep or if she would wake up.

If she was awake, they would need to try to find a treatment for her.

As the hour passed, Lin Yue's brain involuntarily began to function again. Her eyelids trembled slightly, and then she struggled to open her eyes.

In her blurred vision, Lin Yue recognized Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. She wanted to greet them, but the fatigue combined with the effects of the dreamless sleep potion made it so she couldn't even open her mouth.

All she wanted was to close her eyes and sleep.

"It's okay, you don't need to speak, just keep sleeping," Professor McGonagall comforted her as she gently stroked Lin Yue's forehead. Lin Yue gave a barely noticeable nod and then closed her eyes again.

The nurse beside them looked on in disbelief, astonished that someone could actually wake up after taking the Dreamless Sleep Potion without having slept a full eight hours.

This is... this is just too hard to believe.

Noticing the nurse's expression, Professor Flitwick gently explained, "Lin Yue's previous sleep schedule wasn't very healthy; it's a habit she's developed, which is why she can wake up even after taking the Dreamless Sleep Potion."

The nurse nodded in understanding, but her expression remained serious. "I understand, Professor Flitwick. However, you must also be aware that if this child, Lin Yue, can wake up after taking the Dreamless Sleep Potion, her sleep quality must be very poor."

"This could seriously affect the development and growth of the young witch."

"Thank you, we will do our best to find a solution," Professor Flitwick replied. After confirming that there were no further issues, the nurse left the ward.

Professor McGonagall sighed as she looked at Lin Yue, gently holding her hand. "Filius, once Miss Granger wakes up, let her stay in Ravenclaw dormitory."

With Hermione nearby, Lin Yue might be able to sleep more soundly and peacefully.

"Alright." Professor Flitwick agreed without hesitation; Lin Yue's situation was worth making an exception for.

The two professors sat by Lin Yue's side, keeping watch over her until the next morning.

When the sun rose, Lin Yue, who had woken up seven times in a cycle, finally completed the eight-hour duration of the Dreamless Sleep Potion and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the two professors by her bedside.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick. Thank you for staying with me all night. I'm sorry for causing you trouble and making you worry."

Lin Yue mechanically opened her mouth, her hoarse voice speaking in a programmed manner.

Professor McGonagall had a serious expression as she reached out to adjust Lin Yue's pillow, allowing her to lean back in bed. "You don't need to be so polite to your professor, Miss Lin Yue. Also, you haven't troubled us; taking care of your students and worrying about them is our duty, it's what we should do."

Professor Flitwick, standing nearby, also wore a serious expression. "Minerva is right, Miss Lin Yue. What you need to reflect on is that you really shouldn't have used... the Cruciatus Curse on yourself."

"Merlin, the Cruciatus Curse, and not just once. Child, what were you thinking?"

The serious expressions didn't last long, as Professor Flitwick couldn't help but show his concern for Lin Yue.

"I lack skill; I failed to protect myself and Ginny while also killing the Basilisk, which led to Hermione being petrified. This is my fault, and I should be punished," Lin Yue replied matter-of-factly.

"How could you think that?" Professor McGonagall crossed her arms and looked at Lin Yue. "Don't say you're just a second-year wizard."

"Even we can't guarantee that we can kill a Basilisk alone, especially while trying to protect someone else."

"You were able to protect your classmates under the Basilisk's threat; you should be proud of yourself. Don't set your standards so high."

Lin Yue nodded vacantly, while deep inside, a belief was thoroughly shaken.

When you could stop or improve a situation but lack the corresponding ability, then any negative consequences that follow are due to your previous lack of effort.

Regardless of whether others can improve the situation or should improve it, you shouldn't consider that; you only need to reflect on yourself.

Why can't others' responsibilities also be your responsibilities?

To bravely take on responsibility... but is this really being brave enough to take on responsibility?

Lin Yue began to think rapidly in her mind. After breaking away from her established thought process, she quickly discovered the flaws in the principles she had previously adhered to.

As Professor McGonagall said, this was shirking responsibility. It was about imposing high standards and strict requirements on others, thereby alleviating her own pressure.

"This matter," Professor McGonagall said, pursing her lips as she looked at Lin Yue, "I will tell Miss Granger everything in detail once she wakes up. I believe she, as a peer, will be better able to guide you."

Lin Yue's expression did not change at all, but her eyes slightly lowered. "Okay, thank you, Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow at Lin Yue, who seemed to be in a "wilted" state. It looked like Miss Lin would be thoroughly dominated by Miss Granger in the future.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Professor Flitwick beside her, who sighed with a look of regret.

The "wilted" state did not last two seconds before Lin Yue lifted her head to look at Professor McGonagall, her voice showing no change in tone.

"Professor McGonagall, I want to learn to become an Animagus. Please teach me."

The images that had flashed through her mind like fragments were still etched in her brain. When she was calmed by that gentle wave of magic, a voice had told her, "Relax, relax, child. None of this has happened yet; there is still hope."

Moreover, with the increasingly dangerous situations that Hermione and everyone at Hogwarts faced year after year, she could hardly calculate what they would encounter next.

Thus, the only thought in her mind now was power. Regardless of whether it was dark magic or any other aspect of magic, she wanted to master the cutting-edge parts and gain enough strength.

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, hesitating as she looked at Lin Yue. "Miss Lin Yue, I have no doubt about your abilities, but becoming an Animagus is not only very difficult, but also extremely dangerous. You are still a bit too young for this."

"Please teach me, Professor McGonagall," Lin Yue continued in a flat tone.

"I beg you, Professor McGonagall."

Seeing that Lin Yue would continue to speak if she didn't respond, Professor McGonagall felt a wave of discomfort in her heart. This child always spoke to her in such a… such a humble manner, it really made her feel uneasy.

Professors should be respected, but she was also just as much a part of the student body and was not superior to them.

"Alright, alright, no need to say more. I will teach you."

Professor McGonagall nodded helplessly, while also giving Professor Flitwick a reassuring look.

"I will ensure Miss Lin Yue's safety."

Professor Flitwick glanced at the second-best Transfiguration expert of the time, then looked at Lin Yue, and ultimately agreed.

"Okay, if you want to learn, then learn, Miss Lin Yue. But you must promise to ensure your own safety."

"Of course, Professor Flitwick. Thank you, thank you, Professor McGonagall."

Lin Yue made a stiff promise, just as she always did, with a very formal tone.

"Besides this, you also need to promise me," Professor McGonagall said, looking down at Lin Yue, "not to try it on your own when I'm not around, and not to be impatient. You must listen to my instructions during practice."

"This magic is really dangerous; there are quite a few wizards who have encountered danger because of it."

"I won't practice on my own, and I will absolutely follow your instructions. Please rest assured, Professor McGonagall."

Lin Yue's expression showed no change as she obediently nodded.