Lynn held up one finger.
"This thing isn't single-use, but cheap miracles get taken for granted. And I'm not Doraemon, so we're not handing them out like candy. We use them when they really count."
He looked around the dorm. "So—who wants to graduate from something about themselves?"
His eyes landed on Neville, who was staring at him like Lynn had just offered him the moon.
"Neville, what do you want to change?"
Neville's round face went scarlet, but his voice was steady. "I… I want to stop forgetting everything. I'm tired of being a burden on Gran, on all of you. If Dean, Seamus, and you hadn't kept saving me, I'd be the laughingstock of the whole House. I'll work hard, I swear."
The honesty hit everyone right in the chest. Dean and Seamus scratched their heads, embarrassed—they'd only ever reminded him to grab his toad or his Remembrall.
"I believe you," Lynn said softly.
From what he remembered from his "past life," Neville's forgetfulness wasn't natural. When his parents were tortured into insanity, baby Neville had been hidden in the room. He'd seen everything. For years afterward he woke screaming from nightmares full of Cruciatus shrieks—far worse than Harry's flashes of green light.
Augusta Longbottom had finally cast a powerful memory charm to block the worst of it so he could sleep. The side effect? Chronic forgetfulness ever since.
Future-tech didn't care about magical side effects. It just worked.
Lynn wrote on the blank diploma in neat katakana: けんぼう (Forgetfulness)
He handed it over.
Neville took it with both hands. For two seconds his eyes went glassy. Then he blinked—and the tears came like a dam had burst.
He dropped to his knees, sobbing so hard his shoulders shook.
"Neville?!" Everyone crowded around, worried. "Mate, what's wrong?"
Neville just shook his head, trying to wipe his face with his sleeve. It took almost three full minutes before he could speak.
"I… I remembered," he whispered. "Stuff I was never supposed to forget."
His eyes were red, but the look in them was different—older, harder, like steel had just been forged inside him.
"Thank you, Lynn. Thank you so, so much." He stood up straighter than any of them had ever seen him. "I'm never going back to the old me. Never."
Lynn clapped him on the shoulder. "I know you won't."
The mood was heavy after that, but the good kind of heavy.
"Next… Seamus?"
Seamus stepped forward like he was facing a firing squad. "Can I graduate from… blowing things up every time I cast a spell?"
Lynn snorted. "You know why that happens?"
"Professor Flitwick says I'm careless and my magic's too wild. If I just paid attention and controlled it better, I'd be fine."
"So—graduating from 'carelessness' it is."
Lynn wrote: けいそつ (Carelessness)
Seamus took the diploma, blinked once, then lit up like someone had flipped a switch.
"Whoa—wait, I just remembered three things I forgot to write in my Charms essay! Gotta fix that now!"
Dean went next.
"I want to stop getting distracted all the time. I can focus when I'm drawing—West Ham portraits and everything—but the second it's homework or reading, my brain wanders off. Took me all day to finish half an hour of Potions notes."
"Graduating from 'easily distracted,' then."
Dean tucked the diploma away carefully and grinned. "Thanks, mate."
Finally Ron shuffled forward, scratching his neck.
"Er… can I pick more than one?"
Lynn's mouth twitched. "Being aware of your flaws is step one. Which one would help you the most if it was gone?"
Ron thought so hard you could almost hear the gears grinding.
Eventually he looked up. "Could you maybe… suggest something?"
"Nope. Has to come from you, or it won't stick."
Ron scrunched his face up again. "…I think I just need to try harder. The stuff in the books isn't even that hard—I pick it up fast when I actually sit down and do it. I just… never did before. So, yeah. Make me someone who actually tries."
Lynn wrote: 不努力 (Lack of effort)
Ron took the diploma, blinked, and then—boom. Sudden burst of energy. He yanked One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi off the shelf, flipped it open, and started scribbling his overdue Potions essay like a man possessed.
Seamus watched him go, then turned to Lynn, curious.
"What about you? Did you use one of these on yourself?"
Lynn waved a hand. "Nah. My old flaw was being a helpless flirt. Spent a summer at Oxford surrounded by gorgeous older girls who kept dragging me to pool parties and making me rub sunscreen on their backs. After the twentieth time nearly suffocating in someone's chest, the thrill kind of wore off."
Dean, Seamus, and even Neville stared at him.
"We can't even picture that…"
"…but we're so jealous right now."
"Same."
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