Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 219 The end of science is magic!
With Professor Snape in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he had even more reasons to target Gryffindor, especially Harry.

Of course, the discussion about Harry and the rest of Gryffindor only took up half of the class time.

The other half of the time.

Professor Snape first outlined Lupin's teaching progress from the inside out, from the outside in, from the core to the top of the head...

They were all given a scathing, sarcastic rebuke.

Then, with great difficulty, the lecture finally began.

When Professor Snape was dealing with Gryffindor, he found that they not only progressed slowly in their studies, but also learned very little.

This gave Professor Snape another opportunity to criticize Lupin's teaching quality and ultimately humiliate the Gryffindor students.

During this period, some people wanted to rebel.

Their way of rebelling was when they were unable to answer Professor Snape's questions.

They will ask Professor Snape to inquire about Dylan.

However, Dylan wouldn't just give the answer to the question on behalf of someone else—unless Professor Snape actually turned to ask him.

Professor Snape's hair finally wasn't so oily anymore.

Why do you have to upset him?
Wouldn't it be better to just take care of his feelings a little?

Dylan's attitude towards Professor Snape's love for intersex people was indifferent, or even gratifying.

Isn't it interesting to watch an old boy being mischievous with a smile?
Of course, the main point is that if you are the first to break down when faced with ridicule or insults, then the person who is insulting you will be very happy.

However, if the opponent tries their best but still cannot break through your defense, then the opponent will naturally break through your defense.

Therefore, Professor Snape was a student of Gryffindor.

But what if these kids had enough ability to meet Professor Snape's demanding requirements?

Professor Snape naturally lost his excuse to criticize them.

If they maintain a positive mindset like Dylan when facing Yin and Yang, they will naturally not let their emotions fluctuate wildly because of what others say.

Dylan believes that students should act like students.

It's perfectly reasonable to be criticized by the teacher if you don't do well or learn slowly.

—Although Professor Snape’s criticisms are more than just criticisms.

If professors were required to coax students into attending classes, that would truly lead to chaos.

Especially since this is a world where you can learn magic!

This is something that absolutely cannot be taken lightly when casting spells.

The strict requirements, in a way, are actually a reflection of a professor's conscientiousness and responsibility.

Dylan possesses a considerable number of max-level spells, and he is even able to further develop his own spells based on these.

Of course, you know that magic is not something to joke about.

An accident could happen if you're not careful.

Such an accident may endanger your own life, or it may endanger the lives of those around you.

Therefore, it's better to be stricter than to let you use magic freely and end up suffering a backlash.

Finally, the course, which Dylan felt was like a gentle breeze, but which the other students were trembling with fear, was coming to an end.

—Although Professor Snape didn’t actually teach any spells in this class.

Even just listening to the lectures made many people feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, or that they had thorns in their backs.

Of course, Professor Snape didn't leave things unsaid; he focused on explaining a very ferocious creature.

—Werewolf.

In Professor Snape's words...

Werewolves are a group of cursed and twisted monsters.

On the night of the full moon, they will tear off their disguise, revealing fangs stained with blood.

They were on all fours.

— Dylan didn't understand why Professor Snape emphasized that werewolves would crawl on all fours.

However, they will walk on all fours.

—They would run wildly through the gutter on all fours, emitting a nauseating roar from their throats that was even more disgusting than the screams of Death Eaters.

Werewolves are pathetic creatures who don't deserve sympathy.

Because they are calamities that afflict the human world, and stains that the magical world can never wash away!
Well... the description isn't very accurate, and it's basically entirely subjective.

At this time.

The candlelight in the classroom suddenly dimmed a little.

Professor Snape's black robe, shrouded in a chill, swept across the aisle in the middle of the classroom.

He slammed a pile of homework onto the podium.

The dull thud of the parchment startled the students in the front row, making their shoulders tremble.

—If they had known that Professor Lu Ping wasn't the professor teaching today, they wouldn't have scrambled to sit in the front row!

However, even if they wanted to regret it now, there was nothing they could do, so they could only try their best to keep their heads down.

"Is this the strategy Lupin taught you to fight against dark magic?"

Professor Snape picked up a homework assignment.

"Use the Levitation Charm against the Boggart? I suggest you go to the Owl Coop right now, write to your family, and request that your acceptance letter be withdrawn."

"Didn't Lupin take you to see Bogut in person? Were you just busy watching others make fools of themselves?"

At this point, Professor Snape glanced at Dylan discreetly.

Dylan pretended not to see it.

"Furthermore, I asked you to write down your understanding of this lesson, and someone actually told me that he was delusional enough to want to be friends with werewolves?"

Professor Snape's shoulders relaxed slightly, and a cold laugh escaped his throat.

"When the full moon shines, and they tear your throat open, remember to ask the werewolves if they'd like to discuss the meaning of friendship with you while they're drinking your blood and eating your flesh!"

In the corner of the classroom, a student lowered his head even further.

Professor Snape squinted, his voice like an icicle piercing everyone's ears.

"You're hopelessly stupid—Defense Against the Dark Arts isn't some child's play where you make up bedtime stories!"

It was almost as soon as the bell rang.

Professor Snape's voice rang out simultaneously.

"By next week, everyone! Two rolls of parchment—detailing werewolf habits and defense strategies."

Professor Snape's gaze swept across the entire room.

"If I ever see such absurd and stupid talk as 'feeding moongrass to reform werewolves' again, I'll prepare to dance with the Boggarts in my cellar until dawn."

As the last syllable fell to the ground.

The bell rang softly, carrying a melodious sound that drifted through the classroom.

It also lifted Professor Snape's black robe, which finally rolled over the threshold.

All that remained in the classroom was a chorus of wails.

Dylan started packing his things.

Actually, there's nothing particularly important to pack. With just a tap of his wand, everything will be stored in his system panel.

Dylan and Neville arrived at the restaurant together.

The latter was still somewhat dazed.

Professor Snape didn't let Neville off the hook either, giving him a severe dressing-down in class.

Dylan blinked.

Professor Snape was absolutely on fire today.

He even wanted to target Dylan.

But of course.

Professor Snape did not succeed.

He was faced with any question from Professor Snape, and questions that others couldn't answer and were then thrown at him.

Dylan answered them all with ease and provided as much detail as possible.

This action gave Professor Snape absolutely no chance to find fault.

On the contrary, Dylan kept answering questions, and his answers were extremely correct, just like a textbook, with particularly standard answers.

Professor Snape even had to give Gryffindor a ten-point bonus.

Ten points was already the limit. He wished he could add one point at a time.

The points deducted were extremely high.

"Your head's throbbing from all the scolding?" Dylan looked at Neville and said with a smile.

Neville scratched his head sheepishly: "I'm really a bit lost. It seems I don't have any talent for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Dylan chuckled and shook his head: "Professor Snape's pace is indeed a bit too fast. Professor Lupin hasn't even told us what werewolves are yet, so it's normal that you're not very clear about it."

Neville blinked and looked up: "But Dylan, your answers were so smooth, it was like you knew everything Professor Snape asked you."

Dylan sat down in his seat: "That's because I previewed all the lessons in advance, so that's how I knew."

—Of course he can make potions for werewolves, how could he not know what werewolves are?

Professor Snape was well aware of this, which is why he even asked some rather tricky questions during today's class.

However, Dylan still managed to stop him.

Neville sat down next to Dylan. "I think I should finish my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework first. I don't want to spend the night with Boggart."

Dylan couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Neville's pale face.

This guy, if he were to run into a Boggart right now...

I'm afraid Boggart will end up looking like Professor Snape.

only……

Dylan thought of what Professor Snape had said.

Those who fail to finish their homework are to dance with Boggart for a night?
Dylan imagined the comical sight of Neville dancing with Boggart, who was disguised as Professor Snape…

"Ew~ Weird."

Hermione then walked over.

She was also reprimanded by Professor Snape today.

Of course, the reason wasn't that Professor Snape was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her by asking her some hard-to-answer questions.

Rather, it was because, after Professor Snape severely criticized Lupin's teaching pace, he skipped a lot of content and went on to teach the students about werewolves.

Hermione expressed her doubts about this.

The result...

It goes without saying.

She sat down, somewhat dejected.

"I really don't understand, has Professor Snape gone mad!"

Neville was startled and looked at her with his chin tucked in.

Then he quickly looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief after not seeing Professor Snape.

How dare she speak of Professor Snape like that...

What if they hear it...

Neville didn't even dare to think further; instead, he shuddered.

He didn't dare to respond to Hermione's comment.

—Hermione seems to have gone a little crazy.

Dylan shook his head.

After this lesson...

Everyone went crazy.

Professor Snape was a bit like that too.

But he was an exception.

His mental state is excellent, and he is unlikely to be affected by any external factors.

Dylan picked up a piece of steak, then paused.

"Hmm... except for that little girl whose speech is even more stilted than mine."

After lunch, classes continued in the afternoon.

Time passed quickly.

Everyone's attention gradually shifted to the first Quidditch match of the season, which was about to begin tomorrow.

As their enthusiasm soared, the pressure that Professor Snape had placed on them also dissipated considerably.

Until the day the competition began.

Dylan looked out the window at the gloomy weather and sighed.

"Is it absolutely necessary to chase this Quidditch ball?"

The competition was still going to take place on a rainy day.

This sportsmanship is absolutely amazing.

In fact, for Quidditch matches, bad weather is considered a relatively common difficulty.

Moreover, the Quidditch matches between Hogwarts schools are just the most basic competitions.

We really have to face a situation like last year.

It will still be canceled.

The Quidditch World Cup is different.

Let alone a downpour.

It's like knives falling from the sky.

One team's player was stabbed through the skin.

Then let the substitute players play.

The game must go on!

The leaden-gray clouds were so thick it looked like the sky was about to collapse.

The rumbling thunder, like a lurking giant python, rolled and hissed among the clouds, threatening to strike at any moment.

The gale, carrying large raindrops, pounded against the mottled stone walls of Hogwarts Castle with an almost violent force, then crashed into the ground, creating splashes of water.

Dylan walked out the door.

Instantly, you can feel a damp chill, carrying the fishy smell of rain, rushing towards you.

The torrential rain caused the trees in the distant forbidden forest to be whipped about by the strong winds, their branches twisted and snapped with a crackling sound.

Dylan turned and looked back.

Torrential rain, howling winds, dark clouds, forbidden forests, castles, and...

The match is about to begin.

"Tsk, this magical and adventurous scene is truly a classic opening for fantasy stories."

Dylan felt inexplicably sentimental.

In his previous life, he would never have had access to these things.

But now he has the opportunity to experience, and even manipulate, this epic fantasy firsthand!

The torrential rain drenched Hogwarts, turning it into a hazy, gray shadow.

Dylan waded through the puddles and headed toward the Quidditch pitch.

An invisible barrier floated above his head—an invisible umbrella formed by the convergence of magic.

Even when raindrops fall, they only create faint ripples of light before sliding down the invisible umbrella and splashing at Dylan's feet.

However, it was completely impossible to get a single water stain on Dylan's body.

In his past life, he would often have some fantasies when faced with various weather conditions.

For example, on a rainy day like this, he can use magic to create an invisible umbrella, so he doesn't have to carry his own umbrella and hold it, which is too tiring.

For example, summer.

It's so hot outside, sometimes like a steamer, sometimes like an oven.

In those moments, Dylan would fantasize about having Doraemon's dimensional pocket.

This way, you can take out a portable air conditioner.

This is a prop that floats above a person's head, moves with the person, and keeps the temperature within a certain area at a comfortable level.

But now, he doesn't need Doraemon's gadgets; he himself is Doraemon capable of all sorts of things!
Speaking of this, Dylan couldn't help but think of a saying.

"The end of science is magic!"

(End of this chapter)