Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 207 Can a little wizard still go to the Three Broomsticks Bar?
Dylan was seen walking towards them.

Ron sighed helplessly.

"Dylan, you have no idea how ridiculous Harry's aunt and uncle are!"

Dylan blinked. "I know."

Ron: "..."

Harry looked at Dylan and Ron, pursed his lips, and said, "You guys go first."

Harry leaned back a step, pressing himself against the wall, the coolness of the stone bricks seeping into his skin through his clothes.

Ron opened his mouth, as if to say something but then stopped himself.

Hermione shook her head: "Okay, we'll be back as soon as possible. The school also allows us to make a round trip on the same day. If you're free today, you can go to the library to do your homework."

Harry: ...

Dylan also glanced at Hermione.

ruthless.

That's absolutely ruthless!

Did Hermione cultivate some kind of ruthless path?
Such comforting words...

They were all going out to play today, and Harry couldn't go out to play. He was forced to stay at school, and Hermione even made him do his homework in the library while everyone else went out to play.

—You know, even he doesn't plan to study today!

“I…I’ll think about what to do today.” Harry coughed.

Hermione nodded.

Finally, together with Ron and Dylan, who kept looking back, they walked out of the gate leading to the castle under Filch's careful scrutiny.

The wind outside the castle swept a few withered leaves across the stone path.

Ron shrank back.

"It's really cold today."

He tucked his chin further into his scarf.

—This scarf was a gift from Dylan.

—A brand new scarf.

Ron liked it very much.

Ron rubbed his hands together and muttered, "If only Professor McGonagall would agree to let Harry come with us. Sometimes she's just too rigid; she could easily make an exception for us."

Dylan glanced at him.

Before he could speak, Neville interjected, "Professor McGonagall is simply doing her duty. Students without a guardian's signed permission cannot go to Hogsmeade Village; that's a rule of Hogwarts."

Dylan nodded in agreement: "You can't expect Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal, to lead the way in breaking school rules, or the other professors will follow suit."

Hermione said thoughtfully, "You're right. If every professor could pull strings for their students, then Professor Snape..."

Ron realized what was happening too: "Okay—okay! Let's follow the rules then."

As soon as he finished speaking, he continued muttering, "I really can't imagine that even with rules in place, Professor Snape would target us like this. If there weren't any..."

"I feel like he could add up a whole semester's worth of Slytherin grades in just one class!"

"And they can also deduct all of our Gryffindor's points! Even make them negative!"

Seeing Ron's indignant and impassioned expression, Dylan's lips twitched.

"Professor Snape isn't that inhuman."

--Maybe.

—If you don't always provoke him.

"He... has any humanity?" Ron made a face. "Oh! I don't think I'll ever forget that time he pointed his finger at me and yelled at me for a full twenty minutes in class!"

Dylan also recalled an incident from a previous potions class where Ron, that idiot, mistook Golden Thread for Golden Forsythia and threw it into a potion, causing an explosion.

That's why!
If you don't provoke him, how will he have the chance to insult you?
Dylan clicked his tongue and didn't respond to Ron.

Hermione, however, no longer needed to comfort Harry with Ron.

Looking at Ron, I felt annoyed by everything.

He immediately started arguing with Ron.

"You almost scared everyone around you to death! Because you got the herbs wrong, so many people failed in their attempts. I think not only should Professor Snape scold you, but Professor Sprout should also give you a good dressing down!"

"What? That's clearly a problem with the herbs!"

Ron retorted.

The two started arguing again.

Neville looked at them awkwardly.

He then turned to look at Dylan.

It's unclear whether the latter is simply a matter of habit or complete indifference.

In short, he made no attempt whatsoever to mediate between the two who were arguing.

He stood there silently.

Instead, he and Dylan started looking around.

at the same time.

After all the students who were leaving school in the morning to go to Hogsmeade Village had arrived.

Filch also came out, wearing a pointed hat and with a long, sallow face.

"Oh, this guy also looks like an old bat, and a grumpy one at that!"

Ron argued with Hermione for a short while, but realized he couldn't win the argument, so he stopped paying attention to her.

Upon seeing Filch come out, he couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

"Bang!"

Filch closed the door.

His hooked nose almost poked the students in the front row.

"Listen to me!"

His cloudy eyes swept over the whispering young wizards in the line one by one.

—Although he is a Squib, Filch does not possess magic.

However, he possessed quite a few magical items that Dumbledore had given him.

This way, when facing these young wizards, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage because he doesn't know magic.

On the contrary, most of the young wizards present even had a strange fear of Filch.

—Maybe it's because it's frighteningly ugly.

Or perhaps it's because Filch is like a ghost every night.

Imagine going out at night and being chased by a ghost that can grab you and lock you up.

Who can not be afraid?
—And she's so ugly!

It appeared and disappeared in the darkness.

How scary is that?

"Don't run around! Don't touch things you shouldn't touch!"

Filch's thick lips curled into a sarcastic smile.

"If I find out you've sneaked off the group and gone somewhere you shouldn't be—"

Filch's eyes darted around: "Watch out, you might get locked up in solitary confinement!"

"Alright, keep up, stop dawdling!"

Hogsmeade Village is not far from Hogwarts.

Normally, you can get there quickly by riding in a small horse-drawn carriage.

However, if you walk, the distance isn't too far.

You can get there by walking.

It's worth noting that there are several time points when you travel to Hogsmeade Village.

Most of them are in the morning.

Dylan and his group were among the first wave of students to go to Hogsmeade Village.

Moreover, most of these students are third-year students.

—After all, the students in the higher grades have already been to Hogsmeade Village, so they naturally know that there's nothing particularly fun about it.

Even if I wanted to go, I wouldn't get up this early.

It didn't take too long.

After they arrived at Hogsmeade Village.

A thin mist still lingered at the top of the chimney.

Filch yelled in his hoarse voice.

"Listen up, you little brats! Your prefects are watching your asses through spyglasses on every street corner here!"

"If anyone finds out that someone is trying to sneak out of here..."

He paused deliberately, narrowing his eyes.

"You'd all wish you never had legs! I'll give you a good spanking before I hand you over to your dean!"

Filch made a lot of tough talk before everyone was allowed to disperse and go about their own business.

He turned and walked back, not forgetting to leave behind a vague threat: "Even though I'm leaving, I'll be keeping an eye on things—I'll be keeping an eye on things..."

After Filch left.

Dylan watched the other person's departing figure and shook his head.

There are indeed prefectural officers patrolling the area.

To prevent any young wizards from accidentally wandering into the wrong place.

Or try sneaking out of Hogsmeade and deliberately going to some random places.

But this has nothing to do with him.

If he wants to leave.

No spells need to be cast.

Simply by wearing his ring, it would be impossible for any minor wizard to discover his whereabouts.

Of course, this excludes people like Luna who have exceptional talent on a spiritual level.

Even if he could wear the Shadow Ring to become invisible, it would only be using the magic of the ring to hide him.

Magic itself is also part of the spiritual realm.

So even if he is invisible, Luna can naturally see something different if she observes carefully.

Similarly, invisibility is unlikely to fool Dumbledore.

This is because Dumbledore clearly also possessed his own unique talents on a spiritual level.

“Dylan, I want to go to Zorko’s Laughing House first. Do you want to go straight to Honeydukes Candy Store?” Neville asked.

Dylan nodded: "You go ahead first. Didn't the Weasley twins say they'd show me something amazing at Honeydukes Candy Store? I'll go wait for them."

Neville nodded slightly, then parted ways with Dylan and walked toward Seamus on the other side.

Dylan himself didn't go with Ron and the others.

Not to mention that Ron and Hermione separated after their argument.

Dylan also happened to find some peace and quiet.

After Filch left, many students could no longer suppress their excitement.

Some clutched their saved-up sicoes or gallons and headed straight for Honeydukes candy store.

Some grabbed their companions and ran towards Joko's comedy shop.

Dylan strolled along with the crowd at a leisurely pace.

Suddenly, he noticed.

Several young wizards were peeking through the wooden door made of three brooms, and then they actually crawled inside.

Huh?

The three brooms represent a bar.

These young wizards are clearly students.

But how dare they ignore the prefects patrolling the streets and Professor McGonagall's previous instructions, and run straight into the bar?

Dylan glanced at it.

There weren't many prefectural officers patrolling the streets; it seemed there was only one.

It seems that no one else has come either.

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

I recall the image of Professor McGonagall tapping on the blackboard last week.

"Underage wizards are prohibited from consuming any alcoholic beverages unless accompanied by a guardian—"

Dylan's gaze swept over the steaming copper kettle in the bar window.

"Hmm, that's really against the rules."

Dylan's heel made a small dent in the ground.

The toes that were originally pointing towards the candy store quietly turned.

He bypassed the Hufflepuff students who were arguing about the recipe for the Screaming Crucible Sugar.

I walked straight toward the bar door that smelled of wood.

"I've heard that Professor McGonagall really enjoys the drinks here. They say a teacher for a day is a father for life. I'd like to know what my elders like. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Dylan followed the other students into the Three Broomsticks bar.

Once inside.

A warm breeze carrying the scent of peat and a hint of alcohol wafted towards us.

There aren't many people in the bar right now.

Moreover, many of them are wizard students who are not yet adults.

Mrs. Rosmerta greeted them with a smile.

Dylan had only taken one step forward.

The only prefect who was patrolling the street also came in.

Mrs. Rosmerta's chestnut curls were loosely tied up with a velvet headband.

Several butterbeers have already been served to a few students.

This caused her apron to be covered in tiny specks of foam.

After greeting them, we met the person who had arrived.

Mrs. Rosmerta smiled. "Good morning, Prefect. Would you like something hot? Also, today's butterbeer has candied fruit peel on it; I think it will taste quite good."

Dylan turned to look at the prefect.

Judging from the wizard's robes, he seems to be a prefect of Hufflepuff.

I don't know Dylan very well.

He walked up to Mrs. Rosmerta and ordered two butterbeers in one go.

Dylan blinked and walked to the bar as well.

After Mrs. Rosmerta handed the prefect two butterbeers.

Turning back to Dylan, she asked warmly, "Sir, what would you like?"

Dylan glanced around, and to confirm its validity, he cleared his throat and asked, "Um... I remember the school rules say..."

Mrs. Rosmerta blinked: "A third-year student?"

Dylan nodded.

Mrs. Rosmerta chuckled a few times.

"Are you worried that minors shouldn't drink the alcoholic version?"

In the blink of an eye, she poured a cup of amber liquid from the copper kettle.

A cluster of foam was still floating on top.

"Don't worry, this is a non-alcoholic version specially prepared for young wizards. Professor Dumbledore personally approved my recipe at the freshman welcome banquet one year."

Mrs. Rosmerta winked at her. "How about a drink?"

The prefect, holding two servings of butterbeer, smiled and said, "Don't worry, that's really true."

Dylan was taken aback.

No alcohol?

Suddenly, he felt a little bored.

Is wine without alcohol still considered wine?
Isn't that Little Sweet Water?

Dylan pursed his lips slightly.

"If you want to try it, add two spoonfuls of syrup. Even your Professor Flitwick praised it, saying it tastes a lot like Honeydukes toffee."

Dylan nodded: "Okay, please get me a cup, just a spoonful of syrup, I don't like overly sweet drinks."

Mrs. Rosmerta fluttered her eyelashes twice.

Sweet water?
She laughed again.

—This is quite an interesting little wizard.

Mrs. Rosmerta quickly handed Dylan a glass of butterbeer.

Dylan took a sniff.

Although the room smelled of alcohol, this beer did not taste like alcohol.

Dylan lowered his head and took a sip.

The warmth of the syrup slid down my throat and into my stomach.

It was surprisingly good.

"how is the taste?"

Mrs. Rosmerta smiled. “If you like, you can bring your friends next time—I’ve learned a new recipe for making marshmallow foam with a special powder.”

“Very good.” Dylan nodded slightly.

After drinking a glass.

He ordered another large glass.

He stayed at the Three Brooms bar for more than twenty minutes before leaving.

—Of course, after payment has been made.

(End of this chapter)