Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 200 A grown man's tears fell with a sudden thud.
Ron blinked.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been getting quite close to that girl lately—Ginny told me last time that she even saw you two running to the owl coop together early in the morning to feed the owls.”

Dylan gave him a puzzled look: "I like to give my owls special treatment, and so does Luna, so it's normal for us to run into each other in the morning, isn't it?"

Ron paused, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but he didn't know how to continue.

"That's it, that's it... I just have that feeling!"

Dylan looked away, scooped up a spoonful of mushroom soup, and took a small sip.

"Luna is a Ravenclaw student; she's a year younger than us."

“I know. Ginny told me last time that a crazy girl has appeared in Ravenclaw. It’s her. Hermione also said last time that everyone thinks she’s not normal.”

"Didn't you say last time that everyone thought Hermione was abnormal? So, do you think Hermione is abnormal or not?"

Dylan looked behind Ron.

Ron was completely unaware that there was someone standing behind him. He stroked his chin, looking deep in thought.

Finally, he smacked his lips.

“Sometimes she’s a little off—like when she says I’ve tucked my wand behind my ear again—or when she thinks I’m not well-read.”

Suddenly, a voice came out from behind Ron.

"Oh, is it so?"

The sudden sound startled Ron.

He turned around abruptly and saw Hermione staring at him expressionlessly.

“Hermione?! When did you get here…” Ron’s eyes widened.

Hermione said coldly, "When you said I wasn't normal."

Ron gave an awkward smile: "Uh..."

Before he could come up with an explanation...

Hermione interrupted, "How come I don't remember saying how unread you are?"

Ron opened his mouth.

Hermione spoke again: "If you are truly well-read, then greet me with a famous quote."

……

Ron's lips trembled slightly, opening and closing repeatedly.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence—

"As Shakespeare said..."

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Hello?"

Hermione:?
Harry, who was standing nearby, tried to break the awkward situation.

"Um... come sit down and eat. Weren't you walking with us? But we couldn't find you when we entered the restaurant."

Hermione glanced at Harry, then stopped bothering Ron and sat down next to him with a disgruntled expression.

"Are you guys talking about Luna again?"

Ron quickly said, "That's right, I think Dylan has been getting close to that silver-haired girl lately, and I even thought they were dating."

Hermione paused, her hand still holding the plate. "Why would you think that?"

"Uh?"

I heard some familiar words.

Ron stood there, stunned.

“Ginny told me. She’s seen Dylan and Luna going to the owlhouse together not only in the morning, but also several times at other times.”

Dylan put down his spoon: "We just bumped into each other on the street and chatted for a bit."

Ron scratched his head: "Okay...maybe it's me...I mean, Ginny misunderstood."

Hermione gave a soft snort.

Ron didn't dare to say another word.

However, after burying himself in his food for a while...

He couldn't help himself and looked up at Dylan, saying, "I don't think... that girl is as strange as everyone says."

Dylan chuckled softly: "Of course, what others find strange is simply a lack of understanding of how someone sometimes acts."

“Luna herself is not surprising. As I told you last time, as someone who is highly gifted in the spiritual dimension, the world unfolds before her eyes in ways that many people cannot see.”

“Just like when we grow mandrake, you might see it as just an ugly grass, but Luna might be able to see the energy ripples that the mandrake creates when it cries.”

Ron held his spoon above the cream of mushroom soup, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the broth.

He paused for a moment, then blinked and touched his chin.

After thinking it over, he still mumbled something vaguely.

"Seeing the ripples of mandrake weeping? Hmm... I feel even more strange about it."

Dylan rolled his eyes.

"What exactly do you use to define 'strange'?"

"If we're really going to talk about it, aren't you and Harry the odd ones out?"

"Think about it, from the time you enrolled until this very moment, how many school rules have you broken in total?"

"There must be thousands of them, right? And you've only been enrolled for three years, not to mention this year is just the beginning."

"What normal person would try to break school rules, and be as reckless as you guys?"

Dylan glanced at Ron: "So, actually, the abnormal ones are you guys, right?"

It was clearly Ron who was being scolded.

However, Harry was inexplicably affected.

Harry cleared his throat: "Well, although we broke a lot of school rules... we didn't actually do anything to harm the school."

Reminded by Harry, Ron quickly chimed in, "That's right! Have you forgotten, Dylan? The headmaster gave Gryffindor a lot of extra points because of what we did!"

At this point, Ron suddenly paused, then glanced cautiously at Dylan, and continued muttering, "And speaking of breaking school rules... I feel like you've done it quite a few times, Dylan."

Dylan's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Ron, his eyes slightly upturned at the corners.

The latter suddenly shuddered and quickly shut up.

He scooped out a large piece of roasted potato with a spoon and ate it with the meat gravy.

A minor incident occurred.

After the afternoon classes.

We've had dinner.

Harry and Ron once again accompanied Dylan to the library, a rare occasion for them.

—They have assignments to do for various courses.

It's not just Transfiguration and Spells classes, but also elective courses.

Fortunately, they didn't get to take many courses, but when combined with the required assignments, it was still quite a lot.

Dylan read for a while in the library.

I also showed Ron and Harry some of their homework.

After pointing out some problems they didn't understand, he returned to his dormitory.

Dylan still has a lot going on.

After returning to the dormitory.

He went straight into his pet space suitcase.

He began practicing the Ancient Bulao Immortal Fire that Old Deng had taught him.

After a slight increase in proficiency.

Dylan then stopped practicing.

He has many other things to do.

Regarding the ancient celestial fire.

This is a miraculous flame that can burn on its own even when the source of magic provided by the wizard is cut off, and it can burn eternally.

In fact, truly mastering it is not an easy thing.

Even though Dylan had mastered the max-level Fiendish Curse, which gave him a great ability to control flames, especially unusual ones.

While it might not be said to be effortless, it certainly demonstrates a high level of proficiency.

But this only applies to his learning of the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire.

I took a shortcut in getting started.

To truly cultivate it to a high level.

It will take quite some time.

Dylan cannot directly create a truly blazing ancient flame, but he can create some scattered sparks.

However, Dylan discovered that the ancient flames of the celestial fire he created could not be accumulated in quantity to produce a qualitative change.

A few scattered sparks are ultimately just that—sparse sparks.

Even when they come together, they are still separate flames.

Dylan plans to freeze the progress of mastering the Ancient Flame before the Christmas holidays.

—As long as he can summon a flame that is not so scattered, but rather slightly more vigorous, that will be enough. The real goal is to truly have complete control over the Ancient Flame, allowing him to use and summon it at will.

It all depends on luck.

—If he's lucky, he might just light up an achievement that helps him learn the Ancient Flame in the next second.

If you're unlucky, just practice little by little.

As for when we can truly master it.

tell you later.

"I don't necessarily need to train an Ancient Blaze Immortal Flame to the maximum level. Level seven or eight, or even nine, is basically enough for me to use."

After feeding the pets.

Dylan resumed an experiment he hadn't done in a long time.

—Improve the Obsidian Restorative Agent.

—Researching new magic potions.

—Researching the soul stripping of Horcruxes.

In addition, he has a lot of knowledge about spells that needs to be verified.

However, Dylan wasn't in a hurry. Although there were many things to do, he would take it one step at a time.

Three to five hours passed.

It was already evening.

Dylan stopped what he was doing.

And in front of him.

There was a notebook lying there that looked like it was on its last legs.

The tattered pages were riddled with dark holes, which were now healing at an extremely slow pace.

"You are truly wicked..."

Intermittent sounds could still be faintly heard coming from the laptop.

Dylan smiled slightly, not particularly concerned.

"Vicious? I'm just a little kid who's obsessed with studying the magical world—that's not a good way to describe me."

The diary remained silent.

After working for a while longer, Dylan left the suitcase.

After attending classes for a period of time...

One day, he had just finished eating dinner.

“Dylan, Wood said he wants to meet you on the seventh floor,” Ron said.

"Huh? Wood?" Dylan was taken aback.

He is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Wood is not in a hurry to prepare for the match.

What do you want with him?
He's not the only one who's been busy lately.

Harry and Ron are also very busy.

Harry, in particular, not only had to complete his homework and studies, but also had to prepare for Quidditch matches.

Several times, Dylan would run into Wood outside their dorm room when he went out in the morning.

"I see."

Ron quickly shoveled down a few mouthfuls of food before heading to the stadium to join Harry.

Dylan nodded.

—I wonder what this guy is so busy with.

Harry trains every day because he's going to compete.

Ron didn't join the Quidditch team again.

He even went to training with Harry every day.

Dylan figured the kid probably didn't want to be alone, and by doing training with Harry, he could avoid having to study and do his homework by himself.

Of course, Dylan had casually asked Ron about it before.

However, the result was...

"I just went there to cheer Harry on! I definitely didn't go to avoid doing my homework!"

Dylan could only shrug and let it go.

It's normal for kids not to like doing homework.

Ron and Harry would always find time at some point to frantically catch up on their homework.

After indicating that he understood, Dylan went to the seventh floor of Hogwarts.

There was no one around at that time.

Because everyone is still eating.

Moreover, after finishing their meals, the students always want to wander around.

So not many people went back to their dorms to rest.

Dylan met Wood at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey! Dylan, you're here!"

Upon seeing Dylan, Wood quickly walked over.

"I heard from Ron that you were looking for me. Is there something you need?"

"There are some things we need to discuss over there."

Wood led Dylan into a secluded corner.

Dylan looked at his expression.

It looks rather tragic.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was heading to the battlefield to fight the Dementors.

"What exactly happened?"

"Dylan!"

Wood turned his head, and tears streamed down his face.

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Dylan leaned back.

What's going on here?
Are you trying to extort money from him?

—Who knows how bizarre it was to see someone several years older than him crying at him, especially since they were both men!

"Seven years, a full seven years!"

Wood broke down in tears.

"The Gryffindor Quidditch trophy display case is practically covered in cobwebs!"

Wood's nose was red.

"Harry's injury, the game being canceled... do you know how agonizing it was for me every day when I passed by the Hall of Trophy?"

Dylan pursed his lips and shook his head.

"do not know."

Wood's expression froze, and the snot that was dripping from his nostrils hung halfway down, unsure whether to let it continue.

"Well, I can still empathize, can you continue?" Dylan coughed.

Wood choked.

I tried to find my emotions.

Said again.

"I feel like those gleaming golden cups in the glass case are winking at me, as if they're mocking us, saying we're either at the bottom or second place!"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, watching Wood's frantic hand gestures.

Suddenly, I felt that this prefect looked just like Mrs. Lorris, whose tail had been stepped on.

"Ever since Harry joined the team, I dream every night of myself holding the Quidditch Championship and kissing it nonstop—"

Wood's voice choked again, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"But I'm graduating next year. This is my last chance to wear the Gryffindor uniform, and the last chance to shout 'We are the champions'..."

He pulled a crumpled handkerchief from his sleeve, blew his nose forcefully, but ended up wiping snot onto the back of his hand.

Dylan's eyelids twitched.

Silently, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few tissues.

He shoved it into Wood's arms with a thud.

"Alright, the tragic drama can end now."

Dylan was about to press down on the other person's trembling shoulders, but seeing some suspicious crystalline substance, he silently withdrew his hand.

"I'll cast silencing spells around the four-poster bed—and by the way, set Harry's alarm clock to storm mode so he'll be woken up by thunder at five o'clock every morning."

Dylan waved his hand: "If I don't have time to get up early, you can come directly to him. I have no objection, as long as Ron and the others agree."

(End of this chapter)