Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 187 Hermione: You're not going to class? What am I supposed to do?

After returning from Old Deng's place.

Dylan felt he had also gained a lot.

When we got back to the dorm.

He went straight into the space inside his suitcase.

—But before that, he borrowed Neville's memory orb.

The memory orb is also an alchemical creation, but it doesn't involve much technology.

After studying it for a while, Dylan figured out the working principle of the memory ball.

He held the memory ball in front of his eyes.

Observe the gas inside through that transparent outer shell.

The principle behind making memory balls is not complicated—in fact, it's surprisingly simple.

It simply utilizes a special magical gas that can react to the mental fluctuations of the holder.

When an accident occurs, abnormal mental fluctuations also occur.

The gas stored in the memory sphere will then be activated, causing it to turn red.

Dylan began to rely on the personal guidance he had just received from Old Deng.

Even the guidance from successive principals.

Some ancient magical scripts that I have mastered.

—An ancient demonic question on the Pensieve.

Dylan fiddled with Neville's balloon for quite a while.

His fingertips glowed with a pale gold as he etched the magic runes onto the memory sphere.

He slowly infused the transparent sphere with magic.

Alchemy, of course, also requires the assistance of other things.

Dylan took out several small bottles.

The moonflower powder shimmered with a pearly luster in the bottle.

Stardust resembles solidified fragments of a Milky Way.

These materials are not particularly common.

But Dylan didn't care about their consumption.

Materials are meant to be consumed.

If it's gone.

He could simply go and ask his good believer, Mr. Bokin, for it.

This is not a troublesome matter.

As Dylan infused the memory orb with magic, he used a quill tube to apply a small amount of the adhesive he had concocted.

Draw an extremely fine alchemical array base on the surface of the sphere.

—This is a fairly basic alchemical rune.

In fact, the memory ball itself had already been designed; Dylan simply added some more details to it.

"The memory anchoring matrix described in Nicolas Flamel's Fundamental Transformation Principles, well, it's drawn quite precisely."

Dylan began working on the memory ball with great interest.

First, these chaotic gases need to be taught to "understand".

Dylan pondered.

Then, the three memory enhancers were ground into a mist using a silver mortar and pestle, and then heated and fused with star sand in a crucible.

Dylan placed the memory ball on top.

Pale golden steam drifted out of the crucible, swimming towards the sphere as if it were alive.

"Ordinary memory orbs are triggered by mental fluctuations—like throwing a match into a powder keg, but both Old Deng and the books say that alchemy emphasizes layered construction—"

Dylan used a quill tube to gently trace spiral patterns on the sphere's array of markings.

Each line precisely corresponds to the mental pathways of the hippocampus in the human brain.

"The first layer is a classification sieve. I can use moonstone powder as a medium to enable the memory ball to recognize keywords such as homework, pets, courses, and supplies."

"The second layer is the memory hook."

This requires Neville's hair.

This way, it will know what is truly important to the owner of this memory ball.

"Fortunately, I collect other people's hair from time to time."

Dylan opened a small box on the shelf next to him.

Inside is a transparent glass container.

A few strands of hair were scattered among them.

Dylan took one out.

Drop it into the crucible.

"bang"

A burst of gas erupted.

The mist surged up onto the memory sphere once more.

Dylan used a test tube to extract the solution that had been boiled in the crucible.

Drip the liquid mixed with stray hairs from Neville's sideburns onto the surface of the memory ball.

The transparent shell of the memory ball suddenly rippled with a faint light, like water ripples.

Dylan squinted and adjusted the angle of the prism suspended in mid-air, allowing the light above to be broken down into a seven-color spectrum through the prism, refracting into a miniature rainbow bridge inside the sphere.

This is a crucial step in alchemy, imbuing something with spirituality.

This step is crucial to making alchemical creations less rigid.

Dylan carefully adjusted the prism.

Through alchemy, magical gases acquire basic information processing capabilities.

The smoke was originally just blindly turning red.

At this moment, however, as Dylan spoke of Potions, it coalesced into the shape of a cauldron, and then Professor Snape's rigid expression appeared.

“Neville will be very surprised to see this,” Dylan chuckled.

"Next, the most crucial thing is this."

Dylan lightly tapped the top of the sphere with the tip of his wand.

A Big Dipper array composed of twenty-eight star grains has quietly taken shape.

"Well, I added a Tide Charm to the memory orb's reminder function and automatically adjusted the priority based on the Hogwarts clock tower chimes, so it's about right."

Dylan rubbed his chin.

Currently, the Memory Orb of Neville has many more functions than before.

For example, after dinner.

If Nawei forgets, he will remind him to do the assignment more often.

If Neville's runaway pet, Rafer, disappears again.

Neville has forgotten about his pet again.

The memory ball will then flash blue light to remind him.

— Rather than simply continuing to burn.

Wait for the array pattern to cool down.

Dylan looked at the memory sphere in front of him, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He tossed some food to his pets and the basilisk, then exited the suitcase.

Neville noticed Dylan's figure immediately.

When Dylan borrowed his memory ball, he said he would help him modify it.

He was very curious about how his memory ball was doing now.

Look around.

The memory ball in Dylan's hand was no longer a simple glass object.

On the surface of the sphere, one can still faintly see fine alchemical patterns.

It looks a bit like a spider web soaked in moonlight.

"Wow, Dylan, what did you do to it? It looks very different from before."

Dylan handed him the memory ball.

Neville quickly took it.

He held it in his hands and examined it closely.

What was originally an ordinary memory ball now seems to have become much more advanced.

The internal gas exhibits a stratified flow pattern.

The upper layer is a silvery-white haze responsible for identification, while the lower layer is an amber-colored light band storing keywords.

A golden gear the size of a pea is suspended in the middle.

It is slowly rotating, taking on the task of separating the two airflows.

Seamus and Harry came over.

Ron stared blankly at the memory orb that looked "expensive".

"Dylan, did you store the entire Ministry of Magic's Memory Division inside?"

"Try saying to it, 'What have I forgotten?'"

Dylan ignored Ron and instead smiled at Neville.

"This time it won't just stand there releasing red gas, or be stupid enough to burn your hand with fire."

Neville blinked.

"What have I forgotten? But I feel like I've forgotten everything..."

Before Neville could finish speaking...

The amber light band in the memory sphere suddenly shifted. The silvery-white haze responsible for identification transformed into the shape of a notebook.

This book will continue to change.

It looks like it's transforming.

Neville's eyes widened: "Wait! I think I forgot to do my Transfiguration homework for tomorrow!"

Dylan was also taken aback.

Because the professors always treated him differently from other students, he didn't actually have much homework.

Therefore, he cannot quite understand Neville's current mental breakdown.

He simply pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh.

"Then... while you still have time, hurry up and catch up on your homework, otherwise Professor McGonagall will find out you haven't done it—I think you know the consequences very well."

Neville rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a notebook.

After cleaning himself up, Dylan lay down on the bed.

Next, it's still time to read.

However, the book Dylan was reading was his notebook.

It contained ancient magical script that he had just recorded.

Learn from the past.

Dylan still needs to do some more research.

"Now I have a basic grasp of alchemy, and I have even dabbled in the principles of time-converters."

Next, Dylan considered whether to return the Time-Turner to Professor McGonagall.

However, given his current skill level, it's too early for him to create a time converter on his own.

Moreover, the time-tamper that Professor McGonagall gave him was basically unusable for doing anything else.

Instead, it can only be used for classes.

This restriction made Dylan feel that it would be better to return the thing as soon as possible.

Until these time converters are destroyed.

Dylan could easily go to the Ministry of Magic.

During that time, the Ministry of Magic was in complete chaos.

He took all those time converters.

They are all very easy things.

Therefore, Dylan felt that he didn't need to fill his remaining time with all sorts of unnecessary courses just for a time-twister.

"The most important thing is the alchemical runes on the time converter and the principle of its construction. I have already grasped the general idea, so let's return the time converter."

He flipped through his notes.

Dylan ultimately made this decision.

Before going to sleep.

Neville finally finished his homework.

Dylan then closed his notebook.

Then he took out his class schedule.

"These courses can finally be crossed off."

The elective courses Dylan has been taking recently.

He had already mastered a large part of the content.

As he continued his studies, the professors of those elective courses were unable to offer him much help.

—Take arithmetic and divination classes, for example.

He did stay for the divination class, though.

Recently, his progress in divination has fallen behind.

Dylan could take this opportunity to hone his skills.

However, this pertains to ordinary divination and prophecy.

—Honestly, Professor Trelawney is not even as good as him.

Wait until noon the next day.

Before the afternoon elective classes started.

After Dylan finished his morning transformation class.

Then they found Professor McGonagall.

I asked to go to her office to discuss something.

Professor McGonagall agreed.

The two then made their way to the vice principal's office.

"Is there something you need, Dylan? You can only tell me if you come to my office."

Dylan smiled. "Of course, it's about the oaths I've taken."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, waiting for Dylan to continue.

Dylan didn't waste any words and took out the time converter.

"Professor, after studying for a while, I found that I have basically mastered the content of these elective courses."

"Like divination?"

"Yes...like divination."

Seeing Dylan nod, Professor McGonagall did not scold him for changing his mind so easily, acting on a whim, and skipping class whenever he wanted.

Instead, he showed a relieved smile.

“I’ve said it before, some classes are unnecessary, especially for you.”

Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan.

“Even in the compulsory main courses like Transfiguration and Charms, you are very proficient, even masterful. I don’t think you will gain much from the elective courses.”

Professor McGonagall reached out and ran her fingertips along the star-shaped markings on the surface of the time converter.

"In that case, I'll take it back."

After taking the time-tamper away, Professor McGonagall put it into a small bag.

She didn't put it in her desk drawer, but chose to keep it close to her body.

He gently patted his pocket.

Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded.

“True scholars don’t need more time, but more focus—so this is a wise choice.”

"Professor, you haven't eaten yet either, have you? I'm sorry to have taken up so much of your time. Let's go to the restaurant together."

Professor McGonagall carefully put the Time-Turner away.

Dylan nodded to himself.

If Hermione manages to do something else with the Time-Turner later...

Then it has nothing to do with him.

"Of course, let's go."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, turned around, and walked towards the door, the hem of her robe brushing against the stone floor with a soft rustling sound.

The two arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria.

The door was now open.

The aroma of roast beef mixed with the scent of dessert wafted over.

Various fragrances wafted into my nasal cavity.

Professor McGonagall walked toward the faculty seating area.

Dylan also came to the Gryffindor table.

After dinner.

Another afternoon of classes.

He no longer needs to take elective courses.

So after attending only one class, he went to the restaurant with Neville and the others for a meal.

Hermione appeared at that moment.

When Dylan was alone, Hermione approached.

She looked at Dylan with a strange expression, hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and whispered, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

Dylan blinked at her and said, "Of course I'm in class."

"What? But I didn't see you in the elective class at all."

“Oh—this, I returned that to Professor McGonagall.”

"what?!"

Hermione suddenly exclaimed.

This drew the attention of Neville and Harry.

Hermione paused, gave an awkward smile, and quickly lowered her voice again.

"You actually returned it? Don't you want to go to those classes anymore?"

Dylan nodded: "Yes, I feel like these studies aren't something I really need to master."

"Or rather, they are not particularly difficult content, and I can understand them even by just reading books."

"So I don't really want to go to class anymore, and every class I attend means I have to do an extra assignment."

"The professor of the elective course won't exempt me from my assignments just because I perform well enough in the transformation class."

"Besides, the subsequent exams also need to be conducted as normal. I really didn't want to take up so much time, so I gave up these unnecessary courses."

Hermione: "() So... what am I supposed to do?"

"Huh? What? What are you going to do then?" This time it was Dylan's turn to be taken aback.

Hermione's lips moved.

(End of this chapter)