Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 188 Snape: You've come here to teach, and now you want to take over the common room too?

"If you're not here, won't I have to go to class alone?"

Hermione pouted. "You know I don't know anyone in those classes. In some electives, Harry and the others aren't there, so I have to sit by myself."

"If you also attend class, we can sit together."

Dylan's mouth twitched.

"Hold on a minute—what do you mean I'm gone? I'm just not going to class anymore, it's not like I've just vanished."

That's exactly what I meant!

"……('-'*)"

There's just no way to deal with this little girl.

"Okay—okay, I just won't be showing up in those classes anymore, and I've already explained why to you."

Hermione's expression turned dejected.

"All right!"

Indeed, she had no choice, nor was she qualified.

She demanded that Dylan accompany her to these classes.

They were just two friends who were slightly closer than ordinary classmates, but still just average friends.

Most of the time, Hermione would treat Dylan as an imaginary enemy.

However, it's not about being hostile to Dylan.

Try to imitate and get as close as possible to Dylan's usual study rhythm.

That's why.

She knew perfectly well how extensive and varied the books Dylan usually read.

—At least much more than she has read!
Therefore, Hermione knew that Dylan indeed had a clear understanding of his own future plans.

And they will race headlong in that direction.

There is some knowledge that he can completely discard.

In fact, he had already mastered this knowledge, so there was no need for him to spend time learning it again.

"Ugh……"

Hermione sighed softly.

But, even though I understand these things.

Dylan left without warning.

It always made her feel like something was off.

Shouldn't they attend classes together?

Perhaps what she's really worried about is...

She and Dylan were originally companions, and they studied elective courses together.

However, it had only been a few days.

Dylan has already made a more precise assessment of his personal future plans.

They believed he didn't need to take these elective courses.

But what about her?

In fact, Hermione had no idea how she should proceed with her future.

She didn't actually have a precise definition or plan.

Just like Harry.

Harry was precisely because he didn't know what to do next.

Therefore, I maintain a casual attitude towards elective courses.

Along with Ron, and on the advice of others, he and Ron jointly selected several courses.

Even if you learn it poorly.

At least the two of them could comfort each other.

When you make a mistake, having someone with you makes a completely different feeling than facing it alone.

This is perfectly normal human behavior.

Hermione had unlocked all the elective courses.

This seems to contradict Harry's behavior of randomly choosing subjects.

Very hardworking, and very eager to learn and strive.

But the reason they study everything is actually because of their uncertainty about the future and their lack of knowledge about what they can do.

Rather than doing nothing, it's better to do everything.

No matter what you end up doing, you'll have accumulated some knowledge.

Harry and Hermione.

They are actually the same type of people.

Hermione walked forward in silence.

The group arrived at the restaurant.

After dinner, they returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Dylan went to try alchemy as usual.

Feeding the pets.

Feed the snake monster.

Feed Lockhart, who is becoming increasingly delirious.

— Dylan was puzzled by Lockhart's increasingly poor mental function.

He simply cast a forgetting spell on himself, forgetting everything.

This will only cause one person to lose their memory, but it shouldn't make one person stupid, right?
However, Dylan didn't dwell on it too much.

After finishing his usual evening tasks, Dylan went straight to sleep.

Until very early the next morning.

Dylan was the first to wake up.

Tidying up, reading, eating, feeding the owls.

Perform the usual morning routine.

It's almost time for class.

Dylan walked toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

He ran into Hermione again on the way.

Hermione looked a little down, and she was holding a thick stack of books that was almost touching her chest.

"Good morning," Dylan greeted.

"Good morning," Hermione replied listlessly.

"What's wrong?" Dylan asked.

“It’s nothing.” Hermione paused for a moment, blinked gently, and then looked up at Dylan.

"So you dropped the arithmetic divination class, as well as several other electives, leaving only the class taught by that professor who doesn't seem to have prophetic abilities?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

"Correct."

"You're not even going to Hagrid's class?"

Dylan nodded again.

"His class... I think it might be suspended for a while due to Malfoy's injury. Besides, this elective course wasn't very useful to me anyway, so I'm canceling it as well."

Dylan shrugged.

"Phew—okay, it's good that you have your own plans."

Hermione exhaled a breath of stale air.

at this time.

Harry and Ron walked over quickly.

Upon reaching Dylan's side, she looked up and saw Hermione.

The two of them were stunned for a moment.

"Hermione?"

"Strange, why are you here?"

Hermione looked up dejectedly: "What do you mean?"

Ron smacked his lips and turned to look behind him.

Finding no one around, they turned back.

"Uh—I mean, just now—weren't you walking with me and Harry?"

Ron pointed behind him and then made an exaggerated gesture.

"Then, Harry and I saw Dylan, took a couple of steps forward, and when we rushed over, we found that you, who should have been behind us, had suddenly run to... the front?"

Ron looked puzzled and scratched his head in confusion.

Dylan immediately understood.

Hermione was supposed to attend another class in the morning, but then the schedule was adjusted, and she returned to this point to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione also came to her senses.

His tone began to become somewhat hesitant.

"This? Um...that's it—"

Harry and Ron glared at Hermione.

She didn't manage to come up with anything for a long time.

It was Dylan who spoke up at this point.

"Alright, it's almost time for class. Let's get to the classroom before the professor arrives."

Hermione nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

"Yes, yes, let's hurry up and get to class! Let's go!"

As she spoke, she lifted her foot and ran directly towards the classroom.

Seeing Hermione clutching her book and fleeing in a panic, Ron frowned suspiciously.

"Something's wrong! Nine out of ten things are wrong!"

Dylan tilted his head: "And what about the remaining point?"

“Something’s really wrong!” Ron said in a low voice. “I have a feeling Hermione is hiding something from us.”

Dylan thought about it; lately, his schedule with the Time-Turner had either been with Hermione or he was alone.

So no one else noticed anything amiss.

Ron continued to share his guesses: "There weren't many classes today, right? And there weren't many books needed for class. Look, the book Hermione was holding earlier was this thick!"

Ron had one hand on his chin.

Dylan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Is it because you're too short?"

It's often said that girls grow faster than boys when they're young.

Hermione is now even a little taller than Ron.

Of course, it could also be because Hermione is quite thin, making her appear taller.

"Alright, you all know how much Hermione loves reading. Maybe she's planning to read a few more books during lunch?"

Dylan made up an excuse for Hermione and then went into the classroom as well.

He ignored Ron, who was whispering something to Harry.

After they sat down, Lupin did not arrive quickly; in fact, he was a little late.

The other party arrived late.

Dylan looked up.

They discovered that the clothes the other person was wearing were the same ones they wore at the opening banquet.

—It looks dilapidated and old.

Lupin had a smile on his face.

She has a calm and peaceful temperament.

He was also carrying a box.

—It looks as old as his clothes.

It might even be more dilapidated.

However, the other person had a slight blush on their face, and looked to be in good health.

I've been at Hogwarts for a few days now.

Dylan even felt that the angles of his face had become slightly rounder.

"I am very happy to be your teacher. I will do my best to let you feel the terrifying influence and dark nature of black magic."

Lupin did not put down the box, whose corners were polished to a shine and whose leather seams were cracked and uneven.

He gripped the worn handle firmly with one hand.

After greeting all the students, he cleared his throat, his voice steady and powerful.

"Close your theoretical books and put away those difficult spells for now. Today, I need no scrolls or notes. I only ask that you hold your wands tightly."

Lupin finished speaking.

The students present were all taken aback.

Then, the classroom erupted in chaos.

Some people frowned slightly, while others whispered among themselves.

Their expressions all revealed a hint of strangeness.

It's not their fault either.

Who could blame Lockhart for unleashing that cage of Cornish elves that ran rampant in class last year?

The image of the classroom being turned into a complete mess is still deeply etched in everyone's minds.

Now they hear that Lu Ping is going to give them another practical lesson.

Everyone is curious.

At the same time, I was quite uneasy.

"follow me."

A rustling sound came from the classroom.

The sounds of parchment turning and books clattering filled the air.

The students quickly stuffed their textbooks into their bags and gripped their magic wands tightly.

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, Lu Ping turned and walked towards the classroom door.

The crowd followed him out in single file.

Lupin's old leather shoes made a regular clattering sound on the stone-paved corridor.

Behind him, a group of young wizards walked with slightly disordered steps.

As the group turned a corner...

A figure suddenly appeared.

It's Mischievous Ghost.

It had a broad face and a big mouth, wore a tie, and glared at the person who came in.

Right now, Pippi is hanging upside down on the ceiling, its legs swinging exaggeratedly.

Judging from its movements, it seems to be trying to stuff the sticky chewed gum into the keyhole of a door.

Her brightly colored clothes stood out in the dimly lit corridor.

With bright, round eyes staring at Lu Ping, he suddenly burst into song, waving his torn slippers and singing in a high-pitched voice.

"Lupin, Lupin, you big idiot, teaching black magic is like teaching a swamp, your head is full of owl poop!"

Pipi Gui's rendition wasn't very smooth, but it was a very jarring rhyme.

He chuckled and pressed the sticky chewing gum hard into the keyhole, deliberately twirling it twice with his fingertips.

The saliva-covered, gelatinous substance instantly filled the keyhole, completely encasing the brass lock cylinder.

As the oldest mischievous spirit at Hogwarts.

Peeves, like Dementors, is a non-existent entity.

Unlike Dementors.

Peeves is a spirit at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, formed from chaotic energy.

—That is, a kind of ghost that causes various noises, disturbances, and objects to move.

In reality, it is a magical entity formed from the students' mischief, rebellion, and disorder.

The mischievous energy and playful nature that Hogwarts students have accumulated over the years are presented in the form of Peeves.

Lupin himself was also a student at Hogwarts.

Naturally, they are no strangers to Pipi Ghost.

Even during his student days, Lu Ping, who was a highway robber, contributed quite a few ingenious ideas.

It is also one of the main sources of power for the mischievous ghost.

At this moment, facing the provocation of this old acquaintance.

Lupin wasn't angry; he just shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of helpless familiarity.

"Old friend, how about we go somewhere else to cause trouble?"

"Pooh!"

Clearly, Pipi Ghost gave his response.

The spitting sound was loud, mixed with saliva, and splashed onto the stone floor.

Pipi Ghost hung upside down and made a face at Lupin, its pointed ears swaying incessantly with the movement.

Seeing this, Lupin said no more.

He drew his wand and said to his students, "Watch closely, this is the first spell I'll teach you. It can make objects launch rapidly."

Lupin gently raised his wand.

"Waddiwasi (launched out)!"

The air suddenly trembled.

The stubborn clump of chewing gum stuck in the keyhole was suddenly pulled by an invisible force.

It shot backward at an astonishing speed.

impartial.

It just happened to slip into Pippi's nostril.

"Ah! You wretched bastard! You big idiot!"

The little monster let out a pig-like howl.

He did three somersaults in the air.

They disappeared around the corner, grumbling and cursing.

Only the intermittent echoes of "Despicable Lupin" remained faintly in the corridor.

This was handled cleanly and efficiently.

The students watching from behind couldn't help but gasp.

OMG!

They are third-year students.

This is the first time I've seen such a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

It's unbelievable!

Lupin's composure inexplicably reassured these students who had experienced two eccentric Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

Dylan raised an eyebrow in the crowd.

"Wadiwasi... that's quite an obscure spell."

We passed through two corridors.

Lupin's team stopped in front of an inconspicuous lounge.

This is a faculty and staff lounge.

With a creaking sound.

Lupin pushed open the wooden door.

The warm yellow light poured out from inside the room.

The crowd then entered.

But Professor Snape was lounging lazily in his armchair, the hem of his black robe trailing on the ground, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the crowd.

—Mainly looking at Lupin.

"You've come here to teach, and now you want to take over the lounge too?"

(End of this chapter)