Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 177 Professor Snape: I will watch him drink it.

Dylan spent the entire morning working on the wolfsbane medicine.

Until Ron and the others woke up.

Only then did he manage to prepare the wolfsbane medicine that Professor Lu Ping needed in September.

To ensure the effects of the wolfsbane medicine, it should not be taken on the day of the full moon.

This will be completely useless.

Instead, the wolfsbane medicine needs to be used for a full week before the full moon to be effective.

Keeping Lupin rational and focused will prevents him from being overwhelmed by brutal thoughts when he transforms into a werewolf.

After classes started, Dylan had a lot on his plate.

He wouldn't have time to concoct potions for Lupin afterwards.

Let him just make do with this bottle of wolfsbane potion that Harry laced up, making it bitter and astringent.

If someone has to brew the medicine, what more could you want?

In fact, while Dylan didn't find Lupin particularly hateful, he didn't have much affection for him either.

He had such a good relationship with Harry's father, and although he always showed remorse towards Professor Snape afterward, why didn't he step in to stop James and the others from bullying Professor Snape?

—Not to mention that he would try to dissuade James afterward, saying that it was wrong to do so.

—What's done is done.

However, Lupin himself did not do anything to Professor Snape.

Otherwise, Dylan wouldn't even have the chance to hate him.

Professor Snape himself would pick up a gun and fight Lupin.

Of course, Professor Snape's actions didn't necessarily involve directly fighting Lupin.

It could also be poisoning done secretly.

For example, quickly dilute the medicine.

Let Lupin perform a public display of diarrhea at the opening banquet.

— Dylan had no doubt that Professor Snape was capable of doing such a thing.

"I think Professor Snape would be very pleased to know that Little Potter personally concocted a special potion for Lupin."

Dylan smacked his lips and glanced at the dried bottom.

The remaining traces of wolfsbane medicine refracted an eerie bluish-green light under the sunlight, like a cursed lake.

Dylan cleaned the crucible.

—This left a bitter aftertaste on his fingertips.

"This medicine"

As he turned the crystal vial, the condensation on its surface formed fleeting patterns in the morning light.

Dylan clicked his tongue twice, then tidied up his potion table.

He put away both the pure gold crucible and the silver crucible.

He also took all the more valuable materials with him.

After breakfast.

Dylan came to the dining hall with Harry and the others this time.

So naturally, I also encountered professors who ate breakfast at the normal time.

Dylan gave Professor Snape a wink.

Then they went outside the restaurant and waited for the other person.

He didn't have to wait long.

Professor Snape came out quickly.

His steps were steady, and his black robe swirled in the wind.

It looks a bit like a surging black flame.

Wow, that old bat is really handsome.

Professor Snape walked up to Dylan, tilted his head slightly, and looked down at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

Dylan snapped out of his daze and blinked. "Ah, it's nothing."

Professor Snape almost squinted his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Dylan laughed and changed the subject: "This is a potion I brewed all night. What do you think, Professor?"

Dylan took a potion bottle from his pocket and handed it to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape took the bottle, gently shook it, and raised an eyebrow as he observed the color of the solution inside.

"I smelled something bitter."

Dylan scratched his head sheepishly: "Sorry, Professor, this morning when Harry went to the toilet, he bumped into my herbal medicine bottle, and some styrax fell into the cauldron I was brewing."

Professor Snape paused slightly, shifting his gaze from the potion to Dylan.

"Sneezing root grass? How much?"

Dylan chuckled: "Not many, only three or five pieces, probably two or three grams."

Even adding 0.5 grams normally can make you feel incredibly bitter.

Professor Snape held the bottle with his well-defined knuckles, lowered his head slightly, and focused his gaze on the potion once again.

“The scent of styrax clings to the soul,” Snape’s voice seemed to drift from a great distance, his fingers unconsciously stroking the crystal vial as he spoke.

The liquid in the bottle rippled with his movements, faintly revealing the reflection of the moon.

After a careful examination, Professor Snape's thin lips curved slightly into a smile beneath his high, straight nose.

“I understand. It’s just a few grams of styrax, it won’t affect the potion’s effect—in fact, these herbs also have detoxifying properties.”

Dylan nodded repeatedly: "You're right, and that's what I was thinking too, so we didn't waste another piece of material."

Professor Snape glanced at Dylan, saw the little brat grinning at him, pursed his lips slightly, and said calmly, "Since you were able to make it successfully on your first try, the remaining two portions of ingredients will be used as the October and November portions."

"Leave this bottle of medicine with me. Before the full moon, I will find a time to personally watch the new professor take the medicine."

"what?"

Professor Slip finished speaking and turned to leave.

Dylan was left dumbfounded, reaching out to try and stop the other person.

"Wait... Professor, don't leave—those two documents..."

Dylan stood at the entrance to the auditorium.

Many students have already come out.

They all witnessed this sad scene.

Professor Snape completely ignored Dylan's attempts to persuade him to stay, and instead, shaking his black cloak, he hurried away.

Dylan was left alone, feeling melancholic.

"Dylan, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Harry and Ron also finished their meal and walked out of the Great Hall.

When Neville saw Dylan's sorrowful expression, he was startled and quickly ran over with small steps, asking with concern.

Dylan shook his head: "No, it's nothing, I'm just... a little heartbroken."

"Oh? Does your chest hurt? What's wrong? Should I ask you to take a sick day and go see Mrs. Pomfrey?" Neville said anxiously.

He was somewhat worried that the Dementors were influencing Dylan, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

To avoid being targeted by Dementors.

“No, no need.” Dylan shook his head again, then walked towards the classroom.

Neville quickly followed, chasing after Dylan and repeatedly asking him questions.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that Dylan was indeed alright.

"Our first class today is an elective, and it's a divination class. I hope this part won't be too difficult."

After worrying about Dylan, Neville couldn't help but start worrying about himself.

Dylan smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, divination is actually a very simple thing. I think you should have some talent in this area."

Neville blinked: "Really?"

"fake."

Dylan walked forward.

"what?"

The spiral staircase in the North Tower resembles a sleeping giant python, with each step covered in a thick layer of dust, leaving a footprint with every step.

When they arrived at the top of the North Tower.

There is no divination classroom here.

At the same time, there was no way to go any further.

Those who had already arrived gathered together and discovered a trapdoor in the ceiling.

However, there were no stairs there to allow them to continue upwards.

Dylan knew that Professor Trelawney hadn't lowered the ladder yet.

Neville walked beside him, puzzled. "Is this the classroom?"

Dylan shook his head and walked to the bottom of the trapdoor.

Just then, a string of silver ladders suddenly fell from the trapdoor.

“The classroom is still upstairs,” Dylan said.

Immediately afterwards, he used a levitation spell to lift himself up and flew directly into the air.

Neville hesitated for a moment, then quickly climbed up the ladder.

The other students followed suit.

Then, the group went up the stairs to the classroom where they would be having their divination class.

Neville stood next to Dylan, staring blankly around.

He had never seen such a small classroom before!
This doesn't look like a normal classroom at all.
It's clearly an "alternate dimension"!
The arched ceiling rises high, with crisscrossing wooden beams.

Sunlight streamed through the narrow stained-glass window, only to be blocked by the tightly drawn curtains inside, allowing a sliver of light to pierce through the gaps, through which dust particles danced freely in the air.

In the classroom, there are rows of small round tables, and armchairs covered with floral fabric are placed around the tables.

The patterns on it are intricate, yet strangely harmonious.

There were some round little cushions scattered around the chair.

In one corner of the classroom, an old fireplace was burning brightly.

On the platform, a giant bronze teapot stood steadily, its body glowing red from the firelight. Wisps of steam occasionally escaped from the spout, producing a soft hissing sound.

The entire classroom was bathed in a hazy red light, making it stiflingly hot.

As soon as Ron arrived, he felt so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes.

Seeing that Neville looked like he was about to collapse, Dylan led him to a spot further back and sat him down against the wall.

Harry and the others followed suit and swept the area aside.

The air here is a bit stale, but leaning against the wall will at least help cool you down.

The only problem was that there were some old shelves along the wall.

The shelves were filled with a lot of junk.

—For example, a quill pen that hasn't been washed in ten years, a playing card with a chipped corner or hole, a small cup with a broken handle, and various candles that have burned down to almost nothing...

Dylan scanned the area.

"Why does this place feel so messy again now, since I haven't had Professor Trelawney's lessons for a while?"

When he came here before, it was messy but still relatively clean.

How did it become so messy in such a short time?
Dylan couldn't resist and pointed his wand at the shelves.

“Scourgify!”

Magic swept by.

Some cobwebs and dust on the shelf were cleaned off.

As for the items on it...

Dylan did not move.

He just needs to avoid getting dust and cobwebs on himself.

As for these dirty things that look like they've been sitting around for a long time—who knows if Professor Trelawney could have arranged them?
He waved his wand again.

Some ice crystals appeared around Dylan and Neville.

Not only them, but other students also benefited, feeling the sweltering temperature around them drop significantly.

Where is the professor?

Once he felt more comfortable, Neville finally had time to look around.

Dylan looked into the shadows.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

The voice was soft and ethereal, yet somewhat indistinct.

"It's a pleasure to see you all in the material world—it's truly delightful."

A dimly lit corner of the classroom.

Professor Trelawney slowly emerged from the shadows and walked toward the firelight in the fireplace.

She was quite thin, and her eyes were large and striking behind her black-rimmed glasses.

This look is different from the one Dylan had seen before.

This time, Professor Trelawney's attire was quite flamboyant.

A thin shawl draped over her shoulders, adorned with tiny metal pieces that jingled softly as she moved—and even shimmered.

The necklace and beads around her neck were layered, while her arms and fingers were covered with bracelets and rings, making a jingling sound with every movement.

He really does look like a fortune teller.

Dylan blinked.

It seems that Professor Trelawney takes her courses very seriously.

—At least for now, she looks quite like a Gypsy fortune teller.

Sitting by candlelight, fiddling with a crystal ball and tarot cards, the chain of glasses shimmered with a snake-scale-like luster in the candlelight.

As she turned around, the crystal balls hanging from the rafters suddenly emitted an eerie purple glow.

In a corner, a dusty prophecy orb suddenly lit up and then went out, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

The skull decoration on the fireplace mantle suddenly grinned and let out a silent laugh.

The commotion made many students shrink back.

Professor Trelawney pulled up a chair and sat down, smiling.

"Don't be shy, children. You will discover here whether you have vision! Before that, please sit down."

Professor Trelawney's carefully prepared entrance ceremony did indeed intimidate many of the young wizards who were experiencing divination for the first time.

“I’m glad you could come here. We may have met before, but not often—I don’t want to be in campus life all the time; the noisy environment will pollute my vision.”

Professor Trelawney didn't glance at Dylan once since she appeared.

Instead, he used exaggerated expressions and tones to talk to the other young wizards in a mystical manner.

"You little ones who have chosen divination will learn the most profound knowledge of all magical arts! But..."

Professor Trelawney paused, her expression solemn, her gaze slowly sweeping over each student, finally lingering briefly on Dylan. She smiled faintly before continuing to speak.

"I have to be upfront about this—if you are not born with the ability to foresee the future, I will not be able to teach you anything effective. In this field of study, books can provide very limited help."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gracefully adjusted the shawl on her shoulder.

"Many wizards are exceptionally gifted at making sounds, concocting strange-smelling potions, and appearing and disappearing suddenly, but when faced with the fog of the future—they are completely clueless!"

"Children, I must tell you the truth: the ability to see into the future belongs only to a very few people chosen by fate—it will not be acquired through your efforts."

Neville sat next to Dylan, looking at him with a hint of envy.

“You learned divination so early, that’s great. Dylan, you’re so talented no matter what you do—I wish I could be like you.”

Dylan blinked: "Read more books. Actually, reading can be helpful in divination."

Neville nodded and opened the book "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" that was on the table.

Meanwhile, after the opening remarks, Professor Trelawney began to demonstrate her divination skills.

She stood in front of the crowd, making a long and eloquent prediction.

One moment, he warned a classmate to be extra careful around red-haired men.

A moment later, they mentioned that another classmate's family would soon encounter trouble.

She even asserted that the teaching schedule for next February would be disrupted due to the flu.

—This plan is limited to divination classes only.

Dylan clearly sensed that Professor Trelawney hadn't actually used divination.

But he also understands.

Professor Trelawney's divinations only work at certain crucial moments, and most of them are extremely important prophecies.

Unlike Dylan.

Dylan's divination is able to accurately predict certain things.

However, Professor Trelawney had clearly read many books on divination.

She was always able to offer Dylan some very important insights and experiences in certain areas at first.

However, as Dylan read more and more books, Professor Trelawney could no longer offer him much help.

Dylan also became increasingly busy, and didn't even visit Professor Trelawney again during his second year.

"Darling, could you hand me the largest silver teacup?"

Professor Trelawney nodded with satisfaction as she watched the mysterious atmosphere she had created cause many students to look confused and panicked.

She looked at Lavender Brown, who was cowering in his chair and closest to her, and spoke softly.

Lavender rose cautiously, took a teacup from the shelf, and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.

"Thank you. By the way, what you've been afraid of will happen on Friday, October 16th."

Professor Trelawney stared straight at Lavender, startling him once again.

"Now, in pairs, I will teach you how to perform divination by observing the shape of tea leaves."

Dylan was already sitting with Neville.

The two were naturally assigned to the same group.

Following Professor Trelawney's instructions, they all swirled their teacups after finishing their tea.

After draining the tea, Dylan and Neville each handed their teacups to the other.

Neville looked at the tea leaves at the bottom of the teacup and scratched his head.

He flipped through the book in his hands.

Trying to discern something from these seemingly unremarkable tea leaves.

“It looks like a tall hat. Perhaps, Dylan… you could become an official? I mean, a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic—that’s quite a tall hat.”

Neville had a hard time speaking.

—Clearly, they didn't want to say anything unpleasant.

"Really? That's good too." Dylan chuckled, lowering his eyes to glance at the teacup in his hand.

There's absolutely no need to flip through the book.

Dylan could almost see a certain future at a glance.

"A love knot, a ring."

Dylan slightly turned the teacup over, looked at the pattern on the bottom, and chuckled.

"Congratulations, you will definitely find a perfect love later on—that lady will be with you all the way to the end."

Dylan's words made Neville's cheeks turn bright red instantly, and his ears also burned, as if they had been cursed with a color-changing spell.

—It looks like a ripe tomato.

His hands unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes, and he lowered his head slightly, looking shy.

"Really, really?"

His eyes kept glancing at the teacup in Dylan's hand.

After much hesitation, he couldn't resist turning slightly to look at Dylan.

However, Dylan spun the teacup again, and a new pattern appeared.

"Hmm, yarn? It seems you're going to have a lot of trouble in your life, maybe things will get really messy—you'll need to calm down and untangle these tangled threads, and then things will go smoothly."

"And this, a triangular cone, somewhat like a wizard's hat—Neville, it seems you might go into education in the future. I think you might stay at Hogwarts to teach."

"what?!"

Neville's eyes widened.

"How can you tell there are so many patterns in this cup of tea?"

Dylan smiled and nodded: "Yes, tea leaves can change, and so can fate."

(End of this chapter)