Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 218 Professor Snape? What are you doing here in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?
Dylan spent the entire morning conducting experiments.

It's meal time.

After he arrived at the restaurant.

Ron and Harry had already started eating.

Neville beckoned to Dylan, who naturally sat down next to Neville.

Ron was on his other side.

After Dylan sat down, he felt Ron glancing at him every now and then, so he looked over.

But at this moment, Ron would quickly look away.

When this guy glanced at him for the nth time.

Dylan turned his head.

He happened to make eye contact with Ron.

Dylan narrowed his eyes: "Tell me, why are you always staring at me?"

Ron was caught red-handed and felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head, unsure of what to say.

"Um... well, Dylan, haven't you been having a lot of contact with people from other colleges lately?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow as he listened to the guy's nonsensical remarks.

What is this talking about?
How can it leave people completely confused?
"When have I ever been in contact with people from other colleges?"

Ron coughed lightly and muttered under his breath, "Like Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff..."

In an instant, Dylan realized that Ron must have been referring to Luna and Cedric.

But that makes it even stranger.

He hasn't even talked to Luna much lately because the academy has been under martial law recently.

As for Cedric, he only bumped into him occasionally, exchanging greetings, and that was it.

How does that constitute frequent contact with people from other colleges?
And even if we do come into contact, so what?
Dylan looked at Ron with a puzzled expression, as if he were an idiot.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Ahem! What I meant was that Gryffindor's honor is worth upholding!"

"what?"

Dylan: (.)
Dylan was even more confused by Ron's words.

—Is this guy under some kind of dark magic spell? Is he a little out of his mind?

Could it be because Professor Snape thought he was too stupid and hit him on the head with his wand during Potions class a couple of days ago?

What appears to be a mere physical attack is actually a dark curse that Professor Snape secretly cast on Ron.

Dylan suddenly realized that this was very likely.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Ron put down his fork.

"do not you know?"

"What should I know?"

Ron blinked. "It's Slytherin. They say their Seeker hasn't fully recovered from his injury."

"What happened?"

What does Slytherin's Seeker injury have to do with him?
It wasn't him who did it.

By the way, isn't Malfoy Slytherin's Seeker?
When did he get injured?

"Then Slytherin used this as a reason to propose a Quidditch match that they couldn't participate in."

"so?"

At this moment, Harry, who was sitting opposite Ron, spoke up: "Actually, Malfoy doesn't have any major problems. They just don't want to compete with us in this downpour!"

As Ron and Harry added their details, Dylan roughly understood the situation.

"You mean, because Malfoy claimed to be injured, Slytherin told the College that they couldn't find a new Seeker to replace Malfoy right now, and therefore the game had to be delayed?"

Ron nodded: "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Dylan glared at him: "So what? What does this have to do with me frequently contacting people from other colleges?"

Ron said, "We were originally supposed to play against Slytherin, but now that Slytherin has requested to be substituted, our opponent has changed from Slytherin to Hufflepuff!"

Dylan was getting impatient: "Hurry up and finish it all in one go."

Ron shrank back: "We learned that Cedric is the captain of Hufflepuff, and you seem to be getting along quite well with him lately. You also often go to the Hufflepuff kitchen with Luna to cook, and now all the Hufflepuff students know you."

"You're a Gryffindor student. Getting too close to them, are you planning to cheer them on at the Quidditch match?"

Ron sped up his speech, finishing in one breath: "You've only known Cedric for a short time, but Harry has been your friend since first year! Fred and George too!"

“You are clearly closer to us, and you are a Gryffindor student, so you…”

Dylan had a headache listening to this.

He simply waved his hand, telling Ron to shut up.

What is this all about?

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was some kind of ultimate scumbag who cheated on ten women at once!
He would sometimes cook with Luna, explore Hufflepuff's secret oven, and see if he could find any other secret kitchen utensils.

Occasionally, they would run into Cedric on the street and exchange greetings.

That was also in order to develop Cedric into his confidant later.

How come it sounds completely different when Ron says it?
Besides, isn't it just a competition?

He's not even participating in the competition, so why are you even controlling who he cheers for?
"Stop right there! If the match really starts, do you think I, a Gryffindor student, would sit in a Hufflepuff seat?"

Dylan rolled his eyes and placed a plate of sliced ​​roast chicken in front of him.

The aroma of the oil filled the air, which greatly lifted Dylan's spirits.

"Stop talking nonsense to me. I'll cheer them on when Harry comes on stage."

Ron felt much better after receiving a positive answer from Dylan.

He said to Harry across from him, "See! I knew Dylan was our best friend!"

Dylan listened to the kids' discussion and shook his head inwardly.

They really are a bunch of little brats.

They even argue about who is close to whom.

In the adult world, what's the point of having good relationships?

If we have a good relationship, can I help him advance his experiment?

—If it were Cedric, perhaps it would work.

After all, once this guy gets into the Ministry of Magic, with his father paving the way for him, he'll be able to rise to a high position sooner or later.

At that time, it will be very convenient for him to do whatever he wants.

Even if there were materials that were not available openly, Dylan could get Cedric to obtain them for him directly.

—Although he could also have Delfini and the others help him acquire it secretly.

But how can secretly gathering materials be as quick as openly harvesting them?
In the following days, Dylan continued to attend classes, read books, conduct experiments, and prepare medicine for Lupin as usual.

The start time of the Quidditch match is drawing ever closer.

these days.

Wood once again demonstrated his sense of urgency to the fullest.

Now he not only drags Harry out of bed in the morning, but also doesn't let Harry go back to his dorm at night.

Even during class, Wood would make a special trip to find Harry during breaks.

He also took him to analyze various tactics and to gather information about Hufflepuff team members that he had somehow obtained.

After three years of training.

And their performance in each competition.

Harry can be considered a formidable force for Gryffindor on the Quidditch pitch.

Wood was like a mother hen, pouring almost all his recent energy into Harry.

They even wished they could move Dylan into his dorm room so he could live with Harry and spend all his time advising him and discussing tactics.

Moreover, Harry is now the Seeker for Gryffindor.

Originally, he was supposed to be up against Malfoy, but now Slytherin has been replaced by Hufflepuff.

Harry's opponent changed from Malfoy to Cedric, the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

At this point, Dylan began to understand why Ron had inexplicably spouted such nonsensical nonsense.

One reason is that Ron didn't want Harry to be under too much pressure.

Another point is the little tricks of kids forming cliques.

This has made Harry's life miserable lately.

The professors couldn't let Harry neglect his studies just because he wanted to participate in the competition.

Therefore, Harry not only had to endure Snape's harassment during class, but also had to deal with the homework assigned to each subject.

In his spare time, he would also listen to Wood tell him about Cedric's various habits.

One evening, Dylan was reading in his dormitory, listening to what Wood was telling Harry.

This guy really wants to dig up every single detail about Cedric.

Then it would be poured into Harry's brain.

Dylan even suspected that Wood spent all his time either tracking Harry or Cedric, acting like a stalker.

He had to remember exactly when Cedric took a dump and when he farted.

This will allow them to determine if Cedric ate ​​something wrong, giving them an advantage in the game.

But anyway, these things are only Harry's worries and don't affect Dylan at all.

He continued doing what he was supposed to do, so he couldn't understand Harry's "fulfilling" feeling.

Although he was fulfilled, it was a different kind of fulfillment.

Until the day before the Quidditch match began.

Friday.

Students all have to attend classes.

Wood had called Harry away in the morning but hadn't let him come back.

This caused Harry to miss the most difficult Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.

—Oh no, perhaps it shouldn't be said that I missed it, but rather that I was late.

"Sorry, Professor."

Harry came running up, panting, and stood in the doorway, his face showing apology and embarrassment.

But when he looked up and saw not Lupin, but his beloved Potions professor, his expression cracked even more.

“Professor Snape? What are you doing here? Where is Professor Lupin?”

Snape stared coldly at Harry, who was standing in the doorway.

"It's a pity, he had some problems today, so..."

A sinister smile crept across Professor Snape's lips.

"Because of your lateness, Gryffindor loses ten points!"

Harry: "..."

I lost 20 points yesterday because I didn't do a good job in Potions class, and now I've lost another 10 points!

Oh, God!
Why did Professor Snape come to fill in for Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Even Professor McGonagall would be fine!

“Go back and sit down, Potter—or are you planning to stand in the doorway like a statue for the entire school to admire your extraordinary talent for punctuality?”

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes when he saw Harry standing motionless in the doorway.

Harry snapped out of his daze and quickly ran to his seat.

He opened his mouth, as if to explain, "Professor, I'm late because..."

Professor Snape snorted and interrupted him directly.

"Because you were held up by some great mission on your way to the classroom?"

"I bet you were either helping the troll adjust his bow tie, or discussing divination with Filch's cat? You truly are a rising star of Gryffindor! Even being late can be portrayed in such an ingenious way."

"I hope that your performance in the remaining class time will not make me regret allowing you to stay in this classroom."

Before Harry could finish a single sentence, Professor Snape launched into a tirade of sarcastic remarks.

He dared not utter another word and had no choice but to shut up.

—What a terrible thing!
Harry mentally ranted about Wood.

Dylan, sitting in the first row, raised an eyebrow slightly as he listened to Professor Snape's sarcastic remarks about Harry.

Yo~
Look at that little mouth.

—Your skills have improved!

Dylan recalled that not long ago, after he brewed the potion for Lupin, he went to give it to Professor Snape.

While chatting with Professor Snape, I shared some tips on how to truly stab someone.

Unexpectedly, these few words have dramatically improved Professor Snape's level!
"Maybe I should consider publishing a book? I could call it 'How to Break Down Someone's Defenses in One Sentence'."

Dylan knew perfectly well why Professor Snape was filling in for this Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The full moon has just passed.

Lupin had just finished transforming.

She's even weaker than a woman in postpartum confinement now.

It just so happens that he has a class today.

Naturally, Professor Snape took over the classes.

—As for why it was Professor Snape, and not anyone else.

This was at Lupin's request and on Dumbledore's instruction.

As for what exactly happened, Dylan wasn't too interested in knowing.

In short, you could tell from Professor Snape's less-than-ideal mood.

—Although Professor Snape himself wanted to teach this course.

But he certainly doesn't want to teach the course in Lupin's place.

Only after being persuaded by that old geezer Dumbledore did he reluctantly agree to take the course.

Dylan guessed that this was roughly the situation.

"Professor, is Professor Lupin alright?"

After Harry sat down, he couldn't help but look up and ask Professor Snape a question.

Professor Snape was just about to begin his lecture when Harry interrupted him again.

A cold glare swept over them instantly.

"He's fine and hasn't faced any life-threatening danger yet."

“But you, Potter, have interrupted the professor's class again—Gryffindor loses another ten points! If you interrupt me again, Gryffindor loses fifty points!”

Harry shut up completely.

Professor Snape also slightly concealed the regret on his face.

—But not much was collected.

I don't know what he's regretting.

It might be because Lupin did not encounter any life-threatening danger that he felt regretful.

It's also possible that Harry stopped arguing with him, allowing him to lose points again.

—Or perhaps it's a combination of both?
(End of this chapter)