Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 205 Hermione and Ron have fallen out? What adorable kids!
morning.

Herbal medicine class.

Dylan, Neville, and Seamus sat around a bubble tree.

Dylan crouched in the dappled shade of the bubble tree, his fingertips just touching a pink pod the size of a pigeon egg, when he heard Seamus mutter beside him.

"This thing looks just like the tassel on the top hat that Professor Flitwick wore the other day."

Neville chuckled, put on his gloves, and brushed against the leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

"Professor Sprout said to pick the ones with white stripes on the stem, don't get it wrong, I heard that a third-year student in Slytherin picked a completely pink one last week—"

"As a result, his face broke out in boils, like he had a plate of strawberry cake on his face." Ximo chimed in, nodding repeatedly.

“Oh… your description…” Neville was taken aback.

“I think I’ve learned the essence of Dylan’s way of speaking, just like Dean, hehe~” Seamus blinked his left eye.

Dylan glanced at him, his eyelids twitching.

What's going on with this sudden, unexplained flame...?

Dylan's gloved fingernails dug into the pods, and pectin-like juice immediately gushed out, forming pale green bubbles in his palm.

Dylan flicked his wrist and scraped the juice into the copper basin.

The bubbles inside burst into tiny sparks in the sunlight, mingling with the fresh scent of earth and grass, and gradually spread outwards.

Just then, Simo suddenly let out a soft cry.

A bean pod burst open in his hand, turning into fluffy fuzz that stuck to his eyelashes.

"Merlin's beard! This pea pod feels even harder to subdue than Peeves! How can it—"

The words are not finished yet.

Another pod burst open in his hand with a "pop".

His sleeves were splattered with sticky liquid.

Neville quickly handed him a wooden spoon.

"Quickly use this to scrape it off."

Dylan shook his head and sighed as he watched Seamus and Neville frantically trying to get things done.

"Scourgify (clean up)."

Dylan still had two bean pods in his hand.

Without using a magic wand, but simply chanting a spell, magical power spread out.

The sticky liquid from Simo's sleeves was also cleaned completely.

"Thank you!" Seamus breathed a sigh of relief. "Dylan, I feel like your magic level has improved a bit."

Neville winked beside him: "No way, I feel like Dylan has always been this good."

Simo nodded: "That does seem to be true."

Dylan pursed his lips: "Remember, cut from the bottom third, and don't touch it directly with your hands or squeeze the top of the pod."

Seamus nodded, but watching Dylan's bare-handed movements, he blinked again: "But..."

Dylan raised his hand: "Don't copy me. I'm wrapping my hands in magic. You see me with my bare hands, but magic can also be transformed into blades."

"All right……"

At this moment, Seamus turned his head again and looked at Ron and Harry not far away.

"I feel like Ron and Hermione are acting a little strange today."

"Why would you say that?" Dylan looked up.

He didn't sense any animosity between Hermione and Ron.

Of course, it's also possible that he simply didn't pay attention to them.

Neville cupped his hands together, picked up a handful of gleaming beans, and gently slid them into the wooden bucket.

These beans, with their golden-green skins still covered in dew, would burst into bloom if they accidentally rolled onto the ground.

—That means it can't be used in the homework assigned by Professor Sprout.

"I think I know something."

Neville withdrew his hand, glanced cautiously at Ron, and then continued, "I wonder how Ron's pet is doing last night—you know, that rat."

"He was talking to his mouse for a long time, and it went on until very late. Although his voice wasn't loud, it was still a bit noisy for me."

"Then why don't you just use magic to block out sound?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.

He didn't notice what happened last night.

After all, every night, Dylan would use a spell to create a silent zone around his bed.

Not only to sleep peacefully, but also to avoid disturbing others when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the forbidden forest.

Neville looked a little embarrassed, spreading his arms out in front of him, his gloves still covered in some shiny sticky substance.

"Um, I actually wanted to use magic to silence it, but that would require me to use a wand and chant a spell."

Neville looked at Dylan, somewhat embarrassed: "I can't cast spells without a wand or silently like you... I'm worried that Ron will hear me if I use a spell."

Dylan was even more confused: "So?"

"(_`) So..."

Neville paused, "If he hears me use a silencing spell, won't he think I think he's a bit noisy? That would be so embarrassing..."

Dylan:_ゝ

Seamus laughed: "I know that feeling! Sometimes I feel that way when I'm with Dean."

Dylan smacked his lips.

—I really don't understand what these kids are thinking.

But children are so innocent; they always think of others.

Quite cute.

Dylan thought about it.

If someone disturbs him in the middle of the night and keeps him from sleeping.

He might just get up and give the other person a heart-wrenching blow, letting them experience the consequences of not sleeping.

—Especially when they don't sleep themselves, they also disturb others from sleeping.

“Anyway, Ron and Hermione don’t seem to want to talk to each other. Look at Harry.” Seamus turned his head.

Neville and Dylan also looked over.

Harry was naturally paired with Ron, and Hermione was also there.

The three of them sat around a bubble tree.

The atmosphere seemed a little strange.

Ron and Hermione both had cold expressions.

Ron poked at the bean pod juice in the copper basin.

Hermione twirled her wand and looked away.

Harry looked at this, then at that.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't squeeze out even a single comforting word.

Looking at it this way, it's obvious they've had a falling out.

but……

Dylan chuckled: "It's just tough on Harry. Look at the poor guy, Ron and Hermione aren't doing any work, so he's left to work hard all by himself."

Neville pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress his laughter—it wouldn't be good to laugh out loud like that.

“Who says otherwise?” Simo shrugged.

I finally made it to the end of get out of class.

Everyone used a simple spell to clean the dirt and mud off their bodies.

The group of Gryffindors hurried off to the classroom for the next lesson.

Dylan walked along the road, chatting casually with Neville.

After class, Simon went with Dean.

When they arrived at the classroom door for the Transfiguration class.

Dylan noticed that the crowd ahead seemed to be in disarray.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and walked over.

"What's going on here?"

Neville followed Dylan and squeezed forward.

However, because there were quite a few people, it wasn't difficult to move.

Dylan didn't insist on running to the front.

Hermione was standing not far away.

He must have been angry with Ron, because as soon as get out of class ended, he left Harry and the others behind and ran over first.

Hermione probably knew something. And sure enough.

Dylan walked over and had just asked Hermione a question when her gaze fell on Lavender, who was sobbing uncontrollably not far away.

"Her rabbit was killed by a fox, and she insisted that it was the fulfillment of Professor Trelawney's prophecy."

"prophecy?"

"Yes—on October 16th, your worst fears will come true."

Hermione rolled her eyes: "But that rabbit was bitten yesterday."

"Besides, when her Boggart manifested, it was clearly—"

Hermione drew a circle in the air with her fingertip.

"The classroom was full of bloody teeth, and it wasn't a rabbit at all! How can that be the scariest thing?"

Hermione's position is already quite far forward.

Dylan followed her gaze and saw Lavender crying and trembling while hugging an empty cage.

Hermione continued, "To put it bluntly, that divination professor is definitely playing a game of probability!"

"If someone drops a water bottle, gets hit by a ball, or even just loses their headband that day, it can be considered a prophecy coming true!"

"In that case, her prophetic abilities seem all the more accurate, don't they?"

"Hermione, can't you have any compassion?!"

Ron suddenly appeared from behind and rolled his eyes dramatically at Hermione.

"They've lost their rabbits, so stop bringing up Boggarts! You really don't value other people's pets; they're lives too!"

Hermione was speechless, caught off guard by Ron's sudden words.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, she said to Dylan, "So why can't these people just let the gears of logic in their heads turn a couple of times before jumping to conclusions?"

A new round of weeping came from afar.

Ron squeezed through the crowd and awkwardly offered words of comfort.

Dylan blinked.

Look back.

"Hermione, you need to understand that not everyone has your rational thinking. It's best not to interfere too much in other people's affairs, because if you change the trajectory of someone's life, you will have to bear the consequences that may occur to them."

At this point, Dylan paused slightly and added a sentence.

"Of course, if you want to help someone you care about, then disregard what I said."

Hermione was taken aback.

Dylan didn't say anything more, but suddenly thought of something.

He recalled that Hermione seemed to be planning to launch a rights movement for house-elves in the future.

— House elves, creatures that serve as slaves in other people's homes.

Who would really care?

Hermione's actions will undoubtedly attract a lot of criticism and even exclusion.

Even though she knew she would face resistance, she would still take this step with determination.

—This is Hermione.

"What are you all doing here at the door? Come in quickly."

Professor McGonagall walked slowly from the other side of the corridor.

He frowned when he saw a group of people blocking the doorway but not entering the classroom.

Lavender didn't even have time to cry at this point.

They could only carry the cage into the classroom.

Professor McGonagall's class today was largely unchanged.

It's simply a way for students to review the content of the previous lesson and reinforce their knowledge.

The entire class period.

The silence between Hermione and Ron not only made the atmosphere more tense, but also made Harry, who was caught in the middle, feel uneasy, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Why am I so cold all over?

The course is over.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Professor McGonagall told everyone to stop chanting the spell.

Then he spoke and gave the orders.

"Everyone, please don't rush to leave."

After everyone stopped what they were doing, they looked up at Professor McGonagall.

“Everyone here is enrolled in this house, so as your headmaster, I need to collect your permits for going to Hogsmeade before Halloween.”

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, tapping her fingertips lightly on the edge of the podium, her jawline taut and straight.

"Those who have not submitted their forms will not be allowed to proceed."

Some of the students present took out their permission forms directly from their bags and then lined up to hand them to Professor McGonagall.

Just like Dylan.

Hermione also brought the form with her.

Of course, some students did not bring their permit forms.

Professor McGonagall told them to bring it before the next Transfiguration class.

Only Neville, upon suddenly hearing Professor McGonagall mention this, stiffened slightly, his face contorted in a grimace.

After everyone else had handed in their forms.

He then walked hesitantly and shakily to Professor McGonagall, his head slightly lowered.

"I'm sorry, Professor, um... I, I think..."

Professor McGonagall's hawk-like gaze fell upon him.

Neville was speechless.

However, Professor McGonagall shook her head: "Your form is already here with me, Mr. Longbottom."

"Huh?" Neville was taken aback at first, then suddenly looked up at Professor McGonagall in disbelief. "How could this be?"

—He clearly left the permit form at home.

Professor McGonagall calmly began, “Your grandmother sent me the forms when school started—I think she figured it would be safer that way.”

Neville: (_) Uh...

"Alright everyone, remember not to forget your permission forms before the next class."

Professor McGonagall finished speaking and turned to leave the classroom.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and followed Dylan out the door.

"Dylan, have you decided what to do there? Like where to go for fun?"

Dylan naturally knew that Neville was referring to Hogsmeade Village.

Of course, he had already decided what he wanted to do there.

"The Weasley twins said their friend saw some new products at Bee Duke candy store that looked delicious, so I'm going to check them out."

Neville nodded, his face filled with anticipation.

"Now that we can go out for a walk, I'll go to the candy store with you."

"Whatever you want, it's fine with me," Dylan said casually.

—Actually, Hogwarts is just a gathering place for wizards, and there's nothing particularly interesting about it.

There's nothing to play.

There aren't many places to visit.

They insisted on picking out a few stores.

It's nothing more than Honey Duke Candy Store, or Joko's Joke Store.

Or they might be clothing stores and other shops.

There were absolutely no places for underage wizards to have fun.

The other young wizards were also looking forward to going to Hogsmeade because they had been cooped up at Hogwarts for too long.

While there's not much to do in Hogsmeade, there's even less to do at Hogwarts.

Every day, I study as soon as I open my eyes and sleep as soon as I close them.

I study again after waking up.

After studying, I went to sleep.

Being able to go out for a stroll is like a primary school student going on a spring outing.

Even just going out for a walk can be very exciting.

(End of this chapter)