Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 201 Banban: Don't come any closer!!!
Upon hearing Dylan's words, Wood's eyes instantly lit up like two 1,000-watt light bulbs.

Dylan rubbed his forehead.

Fortunately, we finally managed to get rid of that guy.

Good heavens, it's just a game, why are you taking it so seriously?
Dylan thought of the Chinese national football team in his previous life.

—Even though they're so bad at the game and have never won, they still live a very comfortable life, don't they?
shook his head.

Dylan felt that, no matter what, it was ultimately someone else's hobby.

Perhaps he has no interest in doing things that, in essence, cannot bring him any real benefit but only add some useless reputation to him.

But he is him, and others are others.

Everyone has an idea.

He will listen to other people's advice, but he will not allow other people's ideas to be completely molded into his own.

Similarly, he would not force others to understand his thoughts.

For Wood.

Since the start of enrollment.

He was overshadowed by those little snakes of Slytherin.

They haven't won a single game in any year.

He also became the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

They have a strong conviction in their hearts, and also a desire to win or lose.

This is a very normal thing.

Even though Wood will graduate next year and leave Hogwarts, he will only be an adult at that time.

It would be problematic if a young person who has just come of age didn't have a bit of arrogance and a refusal to admit defeat.

Of course, he's different.

—He's quite old now, considering both his past and present lives.

There's not that much arrogance or haughtiness involved.

Although he grew up from an infant in this life, Dylan felt that his energy and spirit had become much younger during the time he spent interacting with people his own age.

—Perhaps it's also due to some magical nourishment.

But his thinking is clearly not as good as Wood's; he doesn't take much interest in things that are essentially just about face and so-called honor.

"Ah~ When you get old, all you want to do is read a book quietly, do some experiments, eat something good, get a good night's sleep, and maybe even give your little rascal a good beating."

Dylan returned to his dorm room.

Continue to study the structure of the Soul-Gathering Vessel.

He couldn't find any books about Horcruxes, so figuring out their principles was no easy task.

Even after he captured Tom, he would still interrogate him from time to time about things related to dark magic.

But naturally, he couldn't believe everything this guy said.

Even half-believing is not an option.

We must maintain complete skepticism.

Moreover, Dylan recently discovered that Voldemort seems to have become somewhat accustomed to being attacked by the Killing Curse.

—For example, after eating Avada Kedavra recently, the little boy's screams weren't as powerful as before.

This discovery struck him as somewhat odd.

Dylan wanted to conduct further research, but he couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't simply dismantle the Horcrux completely.

After all, besides being a resource for his research, this diary was also a good way for him to complete the magic spell refinement quest.

He couldn't bear to destroy such a precious treasure.

At most, it will only be partially damaged.

This can also add more life essence to the diary, allowing it to recover.

It's not a very troublesome matter.

Time passed gradually.

Dylan's days were fulfilling, but not as busy as before.

In the mornings, I sometimes feed Luna with her.

Occasionally in the evenings, I would go to the Forbidden Forest with Luna to check on Serquil.

During the day, he would attend classes and occasionally visit Dumbledore to further his studies on the Ancient Flame and alchemy.

It's not advisable to release Dementors under normal circumstances.

If Dylan didn't want to go through all that trouble, he would wait until Ron and Harry went to the library to study—which was actually to catch up on their homework.

Borrowing from Ron's freckles.

Feed his Dementors.

When he's not doing research, Dylan can make some snacks for himself while eating, reading, and having meals.

—This is something Luna did with him.

Although Luna is a Ravenclaw student, she is seen as a crazy girl by others.

However, she got along fairly well with the Hufflepuff students.

Therefore, Luna would occasionally go to Hufflepuff's territory to cook.

One morning, after Dylan had fed the owls with her, they were on their way to a restaurant for lunch.

We were chatting and the topic came up.

As a result, Dylan was led astray by Luna.

Every now and then, he would go with Luna to Hufflepuff to do some baking projects.

For example, bake some small cookies.

Or as a small dessert.

Because Dylan himself possesses many cooking spells.

As a result, he only showed off his skills to Luna once, and Luna was amazed after tasting his cooking.

This is one of the reasons why Luna always invites Dylan to cook with her.

Compared to Dylan's leisurely yet fulfilling daily life.

Harry's life has been exceptionally busy lately.

These past few days.

Even excluding the Quidditch training sessions every Wednesday evening.

Early in the morning on a typical day.

Even on weekend mornings when Dylan occasionally sleeps in.

—Even in the early hours of the morning!

Wood would rush into the dorm room!
I shook him awake!

At first, Harry was very panicked.

Fearing that Dylan would be woken up by Wood and then be punished as well.

He didn't want to end up like the ghoul in Ron's attic.

To his surprise, Dylan seemed to have no reaction at all.

Even Wood's movements woke Ron up.

Dylan was still sleeping peacefully.

Wood eventually explained it to him.

He then realized that Dylan had placed three silencing spells around his bed to ensure that no noise would wake him.

Harry was at a loss.

Previously, Dylan's presence was a deterrent.

Wood still has some control over the situation.

But now, without Dylan by his side, he could only let Wood do whatever he wanted to him...

Moreover, Wood has already taken care of Seamus and Neville's jobs.

Ron wasn't going to train with him that early anyway, so he just went back to sleep after he left.

When he wakes up, I'll stroll over to the Quidditch pitch to cheer him on.

It has absolutely no impact.

Fortunately, Harry adapted to it quickly.

Moreover, Wood was infected.

He was even quite ambitious.

After all, Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Championship in a long time.

Harry believed that since he was a member of Gryffindor...

Of course, we must strive for the honor of Gryffindor!

So Harry has been training Quidditch lately, getting up early and staying up late.

Wait until one weekend afternoon.

After training in the morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the library. Dylan strolled over a little while later.

He glanced at the homework the students were doing.

"Another Charms class assignment."

Ron smirked, "Yeah! I really don't know why there's so much homework in Charms class! It feels like I'm writing every day, but I can never finish!"

Dylan clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Yeah, it feels like there's never enough time to learn—I totally agree!"

Ron paused his scribbling, glanced at Dylan, but remained silent.

Dylan smiled and then took out a few notebooks from his bag.

"Professor Flitwick also had me do this assignment. Would you like to take a look?"

Dylan placed the notebooks he was holding on the table facing Ron.

Ron's eyes lit up.

"Huh? Is that okay?"

"Of course, it's just for reference. As long as you can understand the meaning and don't fail the exam, it's fine."

Ron's expression instantly turned grateful.

"Thank you, Dylan! You're such a good person!"

Dylan continued to look at him with a smile: "Well... could I borrow your freckles for a moment?"

"Huh? Are you going to study the anatomy of mice again?"

Ron was slightly taken aback.

Dylan blinked: "Yes, I find it amazing that your Scabbers has lived this long, so I want to compare it with ordinary mice more often."

Ron thought for a moment, looked at the few notebooks beside him, and nodded in agreement.

"Banban is getting a bit old, so you'll have to be careful with it."

Ron put down his quill and reached into his pocket for his pet mouse, which was losing some of its fur and was missing a toe.

However, all things have a spirit.

Animals can also be intelligent.

Banban seemed to realize something.

She huddled in Ron's arms, trembling all over.

Its claws clung tightly to Ron's inner lining fabric, and its little pointed nose rubbed against the inside of its sweater as it tried to shrink back.

Ron frowned, grabbed Spotty's tail, and pulled it outwards.

"Hey! Banban, don't tear my clothes! I don't have any better clothes to wear!"

The spotted creature squeaked and curled up into an ugly ball of fur.

In the end, Ron dragged him out of his clothes.

Even so, it still flailed its claws, trying to squeeze into Ron's sleeve.

"Quiet down, you stupid mouse!"

Ron muttered something and shook Banban.

But this only made it bark even louder.

It was so sharp it felt like someone might kill it at any moment.

Ron handed Scabbers to Dylan, but Dylan didn't take them immediately. Instead, he smiled and gently waved his wand.

Magic surged, and an invisible light flashed.

He used the silencing spell casually.

Now, although Banban's mouth was still opening and closing, even its soft whimpers could no longer be heard.

Dylan then reached out, took the struggling mouse, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then he waved his wand at Ron and Hermione.

"Then I'll go back to my dorm first. You can bring it to me when you finish your homework."

Ron nodded, then immediately lowered his head and continued writing furiously.

Harry sat down next to Ron.

They also peeked over.

Hermione tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Dylan, her lips pursed.

"You're not being nice to them at all! What will they do for their final exams if they don't do their homework?"

Dylan's eyelashes fluttered twice as he looked at Hermione with a puzzled expression.

"You mean, we shouldn't let them copy our homework?"

Ron and Harry looked up immediately: "We're not copying!"

Hermione's mouth twitched.

She ignored the two idiots and continued speaking to Dylan, "What else?"

Dylan shrugged innocently and pointed to another workbook next to Harry.

—A workbook that clearly doesn't belong to Harry, with much neater and more elegant handwriting.

"But...didn't you also lend your homework to Harry and the others for reference? I remember you did that before, right?"

Hermione was stunned.

"...

Dylan didn't make things difficult for Hermione and smiled, "Last year, you had an accident, and no one was there to help them with their studies. But this year, I think with you here, you can definitely help them get good grades next year."

"I believe in you—after all, you're a very smart girl, and I'll never doubt your abilities."

Hermione's ears turned red instantly.

Her left fingertips frantically traced the edge of the parchment, her golden-brown curls falling down to cover her slightly flushed cheeks.

"How can there be..."

"I... I just have a habit of writing everything down, and I'm not as smart as you say..."

Dylan chuckled and winked at her.

"Your intelligence is a fact that can be seen in the hallways of Hogwarts; it doesn't need anyone to say it."

Dylan waved to the three of them.

"When you're writing, remember not to hunch your head down too low, watch your eyes, I'm off."

Dylan turned around.

The footsteps gradually faded under the arched ceiling of the library.

Hermione watched Dylan's figure disappear around the corner, her fingers unconsciously curling the corner of the notebook into a small curl.

"Hey, Hermione! What's wrong?"

Ron turned around and saw Hermione poking her own cheek with the hand that held the quill.

Hermione snapped out of her daze and nearly knocked over the ink bottle next to her.

"No, nothing. What's wrong with me?"

Ron's hand, which was resting on Dylan's notebook, paused.

I noticed Hermione's somewhat unusual expression.

He then turned to look in the direction Dylan had left.

When he turned around again.

She looked at Hermione with suspicion.

"Your face is as red as dragon blood in a cauldron—you're not doing this because Dylan praised you for being smart, are you?"

"Shut up!" Hermione scrambled to steady the ink bottle, then glared at Ron. "I mean, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"I'm just... just a little embarrassed by the sudden compliment!"

Ron was even more puzzled upon hearing this.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I was talking about. Why are you yelling at me?"

His lips twitched, and he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

"Hey! Hurry up and get back to your homework!"

Hermione picked up the book from the side, opened it, and held it up in front of her.

Ron looked at Hermione, who had isolated herself behind the book, with a puzzled expression.

Shaked his head.

—This girl should be called a crazy girl!
This is so inexplicable!
Dylan was unaware of the little incident that was happening on their end.

After he brought Banban back to the dormitory.

There was no one else in the dormitory.

He pulled the trembling spotted dog out of his pocket and looked at its claw, which was missing a toe.

Dylan looked at it with a smile.

At this moment, Banban trembled like a leaf, and his beard quivered as if it were about to break at any moment.

It dared not stare directly at Dylan, but could only cautiously glance at him out of the corner of its eye.

He had no recollection of this guy, but strangely enough, he was terrified of this little human wizard!

(End of this chapter)