Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 117 I declare that Harry worships me, Gilderoy Lockhart!
The summer heat was wafting off the cobblestones of Diagon Alley.

"Snapped!"

Ron had just finished speaking when Mrs. Molly's freckled hand landed accurately on his messy red hair.

Although it didn't hurt, it was crisp and loud, even drowning out the muttering of the Owl Post Office on the corner.

Ron stumbled half a step, holding the back of his head. The vine patterns on the bronze door of Gringotts flickered next to the tips of his red ears.

"mom!"

Mrs. Molly glared at Ron and said, "Who told you to talk to your classmates like that? And you're a lady! Arthur, look at the good son you've raised!"

Ron didn't dare say a word.

Mr. Arthur also lowered his head like his son.

Seeing Ron being scolded by Mrs. Molly, Hermione stood aside, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a barely perceptible hint of joy crept onto her face.

But she reacted quickly and immediately used her left hand to tuck the curls at her temples behind her ears, pretending to smooth her hair.

However, those brown eyes had already curved into crescents, and their eyelashes trembled slightly in the shadow cast by the bridge of their noses.
Hermione pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress her laughter, and looked at Ron's parents.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, my parents are right in the back."

After greeting everyone present, Hermione turned around and waved vigorously to her parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger also came out at this time and saw a large group of people at the door. They seemed to know their daughter.

Especially with the big guy like Hagrid, when he stands here, people can't help but feel a sense of oppression.

The two seemed a little reserved.

The dentist and his wife's neat shirt collars, set against the giant's mud-stained moleskin coat, looked as white as two white clouds floating over Diagon Alley.

Hermione didn't feel anything, but her voice suddenly became as clear and melodious as if she was reciting "A History of Magic", and she introduced them to the two of them enthusiastically.

"This is Harry, this is Ron, and this is Dylan, the real top of the class."

"These two are Ron's parents, and this is Mr. Hagrid, one of the caretakers at our school."

"Hello, hello..."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger followed their daughter around and greeted her.

When they looked at Dylan, they paused slightly.

Is this the classmate who can get full marks in all subjects together with my daughter?
Dylan showed his politeness at the right time and said hello: "Hello, sir and madam, nice to meet you."

"You too, you too."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger responded quickly.

When Dylan bowed, the sunlight from the dome of Gringotts happened to penetrate the crystal chandelier, casting a pale golden halo on the ends of his hair, which startled the two men slightly.

This little guy is really handsome!

You can tell at first glance that he is a good student!

If I learn from them, I will definitely become a good dentist in the future!

Since Dylan had no money saved at Gringotts.

Naturally, he didn't need to withdraw money.

However, both the Weasleys and Harry had to withdraw money.

Dylan naturally followed.

——He hasn’t seen what the underground world of Gringotts looks like yet.

As for Hermione and her parents, although they had already exchanged money for Hermione, they still got into the car driven by the goblin at the invitation of everyone.

"Wow! It's like riding a roller coaster! - Although I've never been on a roller coaster." Hermione's little face flushed slightly, and she looked a little excited.

The mine carts from the underground vault roared past the rock walls, and Hermione's curls danced in the air into caramel-colored swirls.

She gripped the rusty brass handrail, her knuckles turning blue and white from the strain, but she still turned her head and shouted to her parents, "At least sixty miles an hour!"

Before he could finish his words, the mine cart suddenly fell vertically, and Mrs. Granger's pearl necklace drew a silver parabola in mid-air.

"vomit"

After getting off the car, the dentist couple hurriedly supported each other and pursed their lips tightly.

The others also got off the mine cart.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did not refuse everyone's support.

So when their vault was opened, Dylan saw a small pile of silver Sickles and a pitiful Galleon.

Everyone waited outside while Mrs. Molly went into the vault alone.

Although the amount of coins was small, Mrs. Molly still carefully put each coin into the patched velvet bag.
She didn't come out until she had put all the coins into her pocket and searched repeatedly to make sure there was not a single dollar left in the entire vault.

Several people got in the car again and headed deeper into the cave.

After turning left and right, they arrived at the vault prepared for Harry by his parents.

It's a bit hasty to say that it was the vault that the Potters prepared for Harry.

In fact, the wealth in this vault was accumulated by Potter's ancestors.

When the goblin opened the heavy door of the vault for Harry, a dazzling golden light poured out like molten sunlight.

Dylan looked inside.

Piles of gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts were stacked one upon another, and the interwoven light made people's eyes feel comfortable after seeing it.

“It’s really pleasing to the eyes!”

Compared with this, the wealth he now possesses is completely incomparable to Harry's.

"No, I can't let my parents go on this trip anymore. I have to bring them back quickly and make them earn money for me!"

Dylan rubbed his chin.

"Tsk tsk, making potions is really profitable. Why don't I make a few potions and sell them under the name of Professor Snape? I think I should be able to open up the market quickly."

Dylan would be lying if he said he wasn't envious of the wealth in this vault.

If he had so much money, he would probably have been able to unlock the top-of-the-line version of his suitcase.

But their money is accumulated from generation to generation.

The Potter family itself is a descendant of three brothers. As a noble family with pure blood, they also possess the Deathly Hallows Invisibility Cloak.

The founder of the Potter family, Linfred of Stinchcombe, was also the inventor of many potions.

Including quite common potions on the market - bone spirit and stimulant.

The popularity of the potion allowed the Potter family to quickly accumulate initial wealth.

Later, the Potter family has always been a powerful family in the wizarding world, and many of them are members of the Wizengamot.

The Wizengamot, as the highest court in the wizarding world, is even superior to the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore currently serves as the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot for a long time.

In addition, Harry's grandfather, Philemon Potter, also invented the hair smoothing spray.

A potion that can instantly make your hair beautiful has multiplied the Potter family's wealth many times over.

It is worth mentioning that among the gifts Dylan had previously given to Professor Snape, there was a potion that was made based on the quick-smoothing hair spray.

"Alas, it's not that easy to come up with a potion that sells well these days."

Dylan watched as Harry faced a vault of wealth but showed no arrogance at all. Instead, he looked a little embarrassed in front of the Weasleys.

He quickly grabbed a bag of gold Galleons and asked the goblin to close the vault door.

——This little brat is quite kind.

A group of people got into the car driven by the goblin again.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley obviously knew how rich the Potters were, so they didn't think anything of it.

Ron was stunned. He never thought that Harry, who could even have a hole in his socks and had to ask his mother to mend them, actually had such a huge and unbelievable wealth!
He felt like his buddies suddenly weren't his buddies anymore.

Ginny didn't care and just looked at him in admiration.

Percy's expression was calm.

The Weasley twins fell silent.

Dylan looked at them and guessed that some ideas might be budding in these two guys' minds.

He sighed in his heart again.

"Relying solely on my parents, the speed of making money is indeed a bit slow. When I have free time, perhaps I can research some potions related to black magic - this kind of potion should not have too much trouble selling."

"Otherwise, I should figure out how to empty Gringotts. I have another identity anyway..."

Dylan stroked his chin and followed everyone back to the ground.

Ron and Hermione chattered non-stop around Harry.

Ron stared at Harry's leather bag filled with gold Galleons, his Adam's apple rolling up and down three times, and finally said, "You should buy a new pair of socks."

"I will." Harry looked down awkwardly.

A group of people also separated.

Dylan naturally went shopping with Hermione and Harry.

Percy's quill broke, so he needed to buy a new one.

George and Fred also made an appointment with their friends to meet in Diagon Alley.

Ginny was about to start school, and in addition to some things that could be reused, Mrs. Molly had to buy her some new daily necessities.

After all, Ginny is a girl, and there are many things that cannot be reused.

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Mr. Arthur took the opportunity, coughed lightly, and showed the Grangers the car spark plug hidden in the inner pocket of his robe.

"Perhaps you two would like to go to the Leaky Cauldron and try some Firewhisky? Of course, I mean, if you happen to have some knowledge of the principles of internal combustion engines, we would definitely have a good conversation."

——Obviously, he actually wanted to ask the Grangers more about the Muggle world.

"Although we're not researching that area, we'd love to talk to you about it."

Hermione's parents had never tasted any wine from the wizarding world and were a little curious about it.

Besides, the money had already been given to Hermione, so if she wanted to buy anything, she could go buy it with her friends without having to worry about it. The two of them stood beside Mr. Arthur.

"Then take an hour and a half and do whatever you want. But after that, we have to meet at Flourish and Blotts!"

Mrs. Molly concluded, glancing at Mr. Arthur.

The latter quickly smiled and nodded, the pocket watch chain on his chest gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the window lattice, "No problem!"

Mr. and Mrs. Granger were slightly stunned, and there were ripples of laughter in their exchanged glances.

The dentist pushed the frame of his glasses with his index finger, and the dentist's wife blinked.

——Will a wizard be dominated by his wife?
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile, and the sense of restraint faded a lot.

After they separated.

Dylan didn't really want to buy anything, so he just waited and went to the bookstore again.

"It's a bit hot. Would you like some ice cream? The cold drinks at Fosco's Ice Cream Shop are pretty good." Dylan looked at the two of them.

"I know that! The strawberry ice cream inside is the best, and I especially like the chocolate nut crumbs on top!" said Ron.

Hermione blinked and nodded slightly: "Then go and try it."

The cold drink shop is not far from Gringotts, just a few steps away.

The window of Fosco's Ice Cream Shop was covered with a thin layer of frost. As Dylan and Harry walked in, the copper bell jingled against the door lintel, and the cold sweet fragrance wrapped in the scent of elderflower hit them in the face.

Fusco greeted them warmly: "Hey, little guys, you brought your friends here today?" Dylan nodded and introduced Harry and the others to Fusco.

Ron's nose was almost touching the ice-crystal display case, and the white mist from his breath spread out in circles on the glass surface. "I want the one with the crushed cockroaches!"

—He apparently thought the chocolate chips were some kind of magical creature.

"It's cocoa nibs, not cockroaches? You've ruined my appetite," Hermione corrected, running her fingertips over the congealed icing on her raspberry sorbet.

Dylan leaned against the spruce counter, talking to Fusco while he poured blueberry sauce on the top of his sundae.

The deep purple juice trickled down the vanilla ice cream, looking very much like the shrinking potion I'd made during my private cooking class with Professor Snape.

After they walked out of the cold drink shop.

Everyone was given a free ice cream sundae.

They went to the stationery store and bought some new parchment. Hermione also bought several bottles of ink.

"These parchments are great for drafting. They're made with ink sacs from giant squids that change color. After you've written some useless drafts, you can simply erase the writing."

She turned to her friends and explained, "Unfortunately, the shelf life is only three weeks, so I don't plan to buy more."

Dylan smiled and said, "Otherwise, if I buy a piece of paper and it lasts a lifetime, how can they make money?"

"Besides, no magic can last that long."

While passing by the Quidditch boutique.

Ron pointed at the Nimbus 2000 in the display case and said, "Actually, all broomsticks are pretty much the same. I've been flying them every day lately, and I don't really notice any big difference."

Harry was very knowledgeable about Quidditch and broomsticks, so it was natural for him to start a conversation with Ron.

The two of them talked about brooms and Quidditch.

Hermione and Dylan would interject from time to time.

A few people walked around and occasionally bought some necessary things.

Until the agreed time.

Several people walked towards Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

Not close yet.

Dylan and his friends noticed that a group of people had gathered at the entrance of Flourish and Blotts, and it was so crowded that no one could get through.

"What's going on here?"

"There's a banner above the bookstore!"

A few people looked over and found that the banner hanging on the second-floor window had gold letters on a red background, which read very eye-catchingly:

"Famous wizard Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is selling signed copies of his autobiography, 'The Magician', on site!"

Among them, Gilderoy Lockhart's name was on the fluttering banner, and a fireworks effect would burst out every ten seconds, dyeing the hair tips of passers-by into a dazzling golden color.

The crowd outside the bookstore was excited.

Hermione also widened her eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

"How lucky are we? We actually get to meet Lockhart! He's quite famous!"

Ron blinked. "He's so famous, even the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor wants us to buy his books—lots of them!"

Dylan raised a brow.

In fact, he had been at the Weasley house for so long that he was not sure whether he would meet Lockhart after agreeing with Hermione and others to come to Diagon Alley. Unexpectedly, he met him anyway.

——Could this guy be selling books in the bookstore in Diagon Alley every day recently?

"Let's go in. My mother is quite fond of Lockhart. I think they are already in there."

There was a large crowd at the entrance of the bookstore, but Dylan and his friends were just a group of kids after all, and the wizards would give them some way, so they squeezed in naturally.

The moment he squeezed into the bookstore, the cover of the 3D book "Magic Me" almost hit Dylan's nose.

"Where's your mother?"

Dylan rubbed his nose and looked around, but all he saw were female wizards. For a moment, he couldn't find Ron's mother.

——It seems that the men waiting at the door might be the husbands of these female witches.

No wonder Dylan, Harry and the others always felt that some wizards had unhappy expressions when they were crowding outside.

I originally thought they were annoyed because they were squeezed.

"Thank God you guys are finally here, just in time!"

Mrs. Molly was standing with the Grangers, her face flushed.

After seeing Dylan and Harry, he quickly pulled them in front of him and brushed off the non-existent dust on them.

As soon as Hermione came in, she got next to her parents and looked curiously towards the autograph area.

Dylan raised his eyebrows as he looked at the many excited female wizards around him.

"Seeing my idol in person, this happy time can also be considered a beautiful memory."

From this, Dylan couldn't help but think of his excitement when he was a child in his previous life and took a photo with Peppa Pig in an anime-themed restaurant.

"If this excitement can also be used to summon a Patronus, then using the Patronus Charm will be much easier."

"However, as I've gained more and more experience studying magic recently, the process of studying magic itself has made me more and more excited. I think this can also be used to cast the Patronus Charm, right?"

Ever since Dylan learned how to practice the Patronus Charm from Old Dumbledore, he hasn't done much practical research.

He plans to try it when he has free time later.

"I wonder if it's possible to combine the Patronus Charm with other dark magic to create a more powerful, or even counter-destructive, killing move."

"Also, although performing dark magic itself doesn't make me happy, using dark magic to rob gold galleons from other dark wizards does make me happy. Perhaps this memory can also be used in the Patronus Charm."

"Also, if I can successfully summon a Patronus using this memory, does that mean that dark magic can, to some extent, be combined with the Patronus Charm?"

Dylan's mind was full of thoughts.

After arriving at the bookstore, Dylan first bought all the books on the list and then held them in his arms.

—He planned to have Lockhart sign a few more of these books later.

You can tear it off and use it directly after school starts.

"Oh my god, I love you."

As the crowd moved forward, Dylan saw Lockhart in front of him.

But it wasn't a person, it was a photograph.

—An oversized photograph, just like a painting.

Composing this picture are more small pictures of Lockhart.

——In every photo, Lockhart’s smile is very bright.

White teeth and shining eyes.

When Dylan looked over, he always felt that his spirit was polluted.

He rubbed his brows and said, "If Lockhart were to endorse a toothpaste advertisement, he would definitely make a fortune."

——Of course, he is making a lot of money now.

Hermione's father couldn't help but smack his lips. "This is the first time I've seen such healthy teeth. I wonder if they've had braces corrected, or if they've always been like this?"

Hermione's mother also looked thoughtful: "Maybe magic was used?"

Hermione turned around and looked at them: "Dad! Mom! Stop paying attention to other people's teeth. To be honest, you really should read Mr. Lockhart's books. Every one of his books is quite wonderful!"

Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at each other. "But he has really nice teeth—"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!"

At this time, a bookstore staff member spoke loudly.

After hearing the sound, Dylan was about to go forward and ask Lockhart for an autograph.

However, the women around him suddenly became agitated and pushed him out.

"..."

Dylan held the seven books in his arms, a little dumbfounded.

No, these people are crazy, right?
So many people, are they all here to ask Lockhart for his autograph?

What was so good about his autograph?

Seeing this, Dylan gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze in again.

But at this moment, Lockhart saw Harry in the crowd.

"Oh! No way, Harry Potter?"

Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he pulled Harry directly from the crowd to his side, and together they faced the old reporter from the Daily Prophet.

The shutter sounds sounded one after another.

There were also the clapping of wizards' hands and the slightly sharp exclamations of women around.

Harry was completely stunned, and before he could come to his senses, he was already in Lockhart's arms.

This made him look unhappy.

——The students at Hogwarts would cheer for him at first, but eventually everyone got used to it.

It had been a long time since Harry had been the focus of so many enthusiastic gazes.

—Lockhart made him experience it all over again without him asking.

"What an exciting moment! Now, I have an announcement to make—"

Lockhart raised his voice, and the people around him fell silent.

"Little Harry came to Flourish and Blotts because he admires me and wants to buy my autobiography, 'The Magical Me'!"

Lockhart brought over a stack of books.

"Here, little Harry, each of these books has ten of my autographs. How about it? You must be very excited now, right?"

Harry was about to say that he didn't want any of these things and wasn't thrilled at all.

Lockhart said loudly again -

"At the same time! What will make Harry even more excited is that when Hogwarts starts in September, he will truly have me, a magical being!"

"That's right! Yes! Just as you all thought, I must announce to everyone here that when September comes, I will also become the new professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"It was Headmaster Dumbledore who noticed my magical talent and personally invited me to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at their academy! And I gladly agreed!"

The crowd was stunned and immediately burst into exclamations.

Lockhart pushed Harry out, sat down, and began to prepare to sign autographs for his fans.

When Harry, like Dylan, was squeezed out by the group of wizards with their butts, he was still confused.

Ron never tried to squeeze in and remained standing outside.

Seeing Harry also squeezed out, he couldn't help but walk over and scratched his head: "These people are really crazy."

Dylan also hurried forward, looking at the stack of restricted area passes in Harry's arms with shining eyes.

One book, ten signatures?
Voldemort's nose! This is absolutely amazing!
"Hey, Harry! Can I ask you a favor?"

Harry looked up dazedly. "Huh? What?"

"Can you exchange these books with me? I promise, these are all new books too!"

"Huh? You want these books?" Harry paused, then suddenly stretched out his hands. "Here, all of them are yours."

(End of this chapter)