Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 226 A Special Christmas Gift from the Weasley Twins
However, even though Professor Sprout has now decided to live alone, it doesn't mean that he has never been in a relationship before.

They were completely immersed in the process of falling in love and experiencing love itself, which didn't seem to be anything particularly meaningful.

—At least it's not as fun as growing flowers and plants.

That's why I decided to live alone and enjoy the company of flowers, plants, and students.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Cedric saw Dylan staring at him strangely and leaned back.

A hint of wariness appeared on their faces.

"You wouldn't happen to like..."

Dylan: The Abyss Gaze!
I felt Dylan's sharp gaze.

Cedric very rationally swallowed the rest of his words.

"Ahem! Anyway, I'm planning to take Cho to Madam Patiffe's Tea House when I go back to Hogsmeade. Could you give me some advice on where we should sit?"

Cedric changed the subject.

"—This isn't some unknowable future, is it?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

The next time Hogwarts students can go to Hogsmeade Village...

It seems to be the weekend before the Christmas holidays.

It hasn't been that long ago.

There are probably less than two weeks left.

That doesn't mean he can't be an advisor to Cedric.

After all, what kind of position can foster a relationship between two people?

This is not related to the vague and abstract questions Cedric wanted to ask; it's more practical.

—Although Dylan didn’t know what a seat had to do with the quality of a relationship.

"Alright, then I'll show you what prophecy is."

Dylan slowly closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

—In fact, his current divination skills allow him to obtain answers at an extremely fast pace.

However, he certainly wouldn't complete the divination so easily in front of Cedric.

How could a natural and unpretentious performance possibly influence Cedric's mind and his attitude towards him?

Dylan had no intention of using dark magic to control Cedric's mind and body.

Instead, he wants the other person to one day submit to him from the bottom of their heart.

Dylan stretched out his hands.

The palm gently sways in the air.

From Cedric's perspective, he felt that Dylan seemed to be trying to capture the subtle energy in the air.

Dylan's fingers trembled slightly.

It seems to be establishing a connection with some unseen force.

Cedric looked at him curiously.

Then he saw Dylan take a small cloth bag out of his pocket.

It contained some tools that appeared to be used for divination.

— Several crystals of different shapes, smooth-polished bones, and several coins engraved with symbols.

—Hmm, it really does have that mysterious feel to it.

Cedric smacked his lips silently.

He watched as Dylan carefully dumped the items onto the desk in front of him, his eyes fixed intently on them.

Dylan's lips parted slightly.

He must be silently reciting some ancient and mysterious incantation.

Cedric couldn't figure out what Dylan was muttering.

—He can't hear it either.

Of course he can't hear it; it would be a miracle if he could.

Dylan was just making things up.

However, as the incantation was chanted, Cedric clearly noticed that the crystal, bone, and coin that Dylan had placed on the table seemed to come alive and began to tremble slightly on the table.

Cedric stared intently at Dylan and noticed that fine beads of sweat seemed to be seeping from Dylan's forehead.

The other person's gaze also became increasingly profound.

It gives the feeling that Dylan has transcended reality and seen another dimension through these small objects.

The aura emanating from Dylan was becoming increasingly ethereal and elusive.

Cedric inexplicably became nervous, barely daring to breathe, standing to the side with his hands slightly clenched.

His gaze shifted from Dylan to the divination tools on the table, staring intently at them, trying to discern some clues.

However, even as Dylan's hands moved rapidly through the air, occasionally picking up a crystal and carefully examining the light refracted on it.

Sometimes he would flip a coin over and rub it repeatedly.

Dylan's expression shifted between serious and relaxed.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.

Cedric took a breath: "How was it?"

Dylan glanced at him.

—He's just helping him choose a seat, not divining anything extraordinary.

In fact, he had a premonition the moment Cedric asked the question.

The actions just now were merely a deliberate display in front of Cedric.

But why does this guy look so nervous?

Could a seat really determine his happiness for the rest of his life?
Dylan subtly curled his lip.

Then he spoke slowly.

"Based on my divination, I think you and she should choose the corner seat by the window."

Dylan's voice rang out softly.

“That spot is where the fire element of the teahouse converges. The fire element symbolizes passion and vitality, and I think it will ignite a spark between you.”

"Moreover, a corner represents privacy and protection, allowing you to talk without being disturbed by the outside world."

"Remember, when you sit down, you should sit on the left and let her sit on the right."

Cedric listened to Dylan's ramblings.

But for some reason, it made a lot of sense.

Of course, there must be some truth to it.

It's just...

Dylan told Cedric the location entirely based on factors like lighting and angles.

This allows the guy to be illuminated by the light and shadows outside the window when he meets Qiu Zhang.

When Cho Chang makes eye contact with Cedric, she can automatically add a filter to his face.

He looks more handsome in people's eyes.

How could their feelings not grow stronger?
What little girl doesn't like handsome guys?

What's more, he's a gentle and humorous guy who's good at studying, comes from a good family, and is also good-looking.

Cedric nodded.

"I remember."

Dylan waved his hand, dismissing the guy.

Until time flew by.

Dylan has been preparing Christmas gifts for his professor and friends for the past few days.

Thinking about what gift to give is a real headache.

What's even more troublesome is that this kind of thing happens two or three times a year, or even four or five times!
In the past two years, Dylan has racked his brains to prepare gifts for the professors and Harry and his friends.

The year is almost over.

It's almost the end of the year.

Let's not let him cause any more trouble.

Therefore, Dylan plans to simply prepare a few small gifts.

He didn't want to go through the trouble of preparing overly elaborate gifts.

—Let's save those gifts for each person's birthday.

Just two days before the students were able to travel to Hogsmeade Village once again.

In the dining hall of Hogwarts.

The place is already covered with Christmas decorations that have been set up in advance.

The Christmas atmosphere is getting stronger.

The pine branches, adorned with silver powder, meandered around the candlestick.

Each candle was wrapped in a red and green ribbon. On Dylan's plate.

Half a roasted turkey was laid out.

There was also a Christmas pudding drizzled with mulled wine sauce.

The cream is topped with star-shaped frosting.

The sweet aroma mingled with the scent of fir trees wafting from afar.

The air was filled with a warm and festive atmosphere as the holiday approached.

Dylan was scraping the frosting off the edge of the pudding with a spoon.

Then I heard footsteps beside me.

Dylan looked up.

They were discovered to be the Weasley twins.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Dylan!"

George walked over excitedly.

Fred followed George.

The two of them still had a few snowflakes clinging to their cloaks, and Christmas baubles that crackled and sparked were pinned to their collars.

—This is also a small prop they developed.

It seems to be selling very well right now.

Many students are quite interested in these Christmas trinkets.

Moreover, the Weasley twins don't price these gadgets expensively; even some ordinary students can afford them.

This has led to their business at the school doing quite well recently.

Of course, their behavior was naturally despised by some of the wealthy children in Slytherin.

only……

After the Slytherin students saw everyone else playing with their own fun little gadgets...

What are they really thinking? Have they ever secretly bought such a small item?

That's unknown.

"what's up?"

Dylan looked at the two of them.

Fred deliberately lowered his voice and tapped the edge of Dylan's plate on the table with his fingertips.

"Come find us at the broom shed in the back alley after you finish eating. George and I have a gift for you—we'll give it to you in person!"

"It can only be delivered in person!" George added with a wink.

"Trust me, this is a gift that can only be opened when no one's around." Fred chuckled. "Don't worry, it's much more reliable than that smelly sock that sang Christmas carols that we gave Percy last year."

"Remember not to use divination to peek beforehand! If the surprise is missed, it won't be any fun at all," George reminded him.

Without giving Dylan any chance to respond, the two turned and ran away, hopping and skipping.

Then, as I passed by each student still sitting at their table eating.

The two of them would ask the same question in unison.

"Should we buy some small Christmas gifts?"

The hem of their cloaks was adorned with numerous Christmas pine branches, and gold leaf bells jingled as they moved.

—This is an outfit they specially got.

The purpose is to attract the attention of "guests".

As long as someone shows interest in their little props, their silver tongues can easily land them an order.

Dylan watched as they asked each of them one by one.

In a short period of time, several transactions were completed.

The corners of the mouth twitched.

"These two guys, instead of giving me a present for Christmas, they're giving it to me so early, and in person..."

He looked at the two men's backs as they looked for money with suspicion.

I'd like to use divination to predict the future.

But then she thought about what the two of them had just added.

Dylan shook his head again, not directly predicting what gift the twins would give him.

However, Dylan guessed that, given the personalities of these two, it was most likely some new kind of prank gadget.

He finished his meal slowly.

He then smacked his lips and placed the cream-stained napkin on the table.

He stood up, pulled his cloak tighter around himself, and headed toward the place the Weasley twins had indicated.

"squeak"

The wooden door next to the broom was pushed open.

The chill air was mixed with the fresh scent of pine.

Come on.

Dylan looked over.

Fred was squatting in the corner, fiddling with something.

George, meanwhile, clung to the doorframe, keeping watch.

Upon seeing him enter, he immediately whistled inside.

"The main character has arrived! Quickly, take that thing out!"

Upon hearing this, Fred quickly turned around and stood up.

Dylan spotted it immediately; he was clutching a roll of parchment wrapped in old burlap.

However, a faded red ribbon was tied around the outside of the linen, with a miniature copper bell attached to the end.

It would also make a crisp, tinkling sound as Fred moved.

"Take it, this is not a prank."

“This is…” Dylan narrowed his eyes.

Fred shoved the linen into Dylan's hands.

"Something very useful!"

George nodded. "I stole this from Filch's office when Fred and I were freshmen, from a drawer marked 'Confiscated Items, High Danger'."

Fred nodded vigorously: "I remember Filch spent those days looking for who stole it, which kept George and me from causing trouble for almost half a month."

"—Afraid of being targeted by Filch!" George added.

Dylan: “…”

Through the descriptions of these two brothers, one after the other.

Dylan seemed to know exactly what the thing in his hand was...

Marauder's Map?

Good guy.

So you're not planning to give this to Harry, but instead want to give it to him as a Christmas present?

Dylan smacked his lips.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I should answer or not.

—Even though he already had the map in his hand.

"This thing is amazing. George and I studied it for a long time before we figured out what it's used for."

George flicked the copper bell on the edge of the map with his finger.

"This is a little Christmas spell we added specially. As long as you get close to a corridor with mistletoe, the bells will ring softly."

Fred shrugged.

"It's only applied to this piece of cloth. If you don't like it, you can just throw it away. Anyway, this is George's idea."

George gave a soft hum, but said nothing.

He turned his head and looked at Dylan.

"If you want to activate this map, first you must recite—I solemnly swear that I have not done anything good."

"Then you can see everyone in Hogwarts on this map, which shows the detailed layout of Hogwarts."

"Fred and I found many secret passages that were not known to others using this map."

"George thinks he's figured out all the secret passages in the school and that this map is useless, so he's thinking of giving it to someone else."

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't mean that. I just want this map to fall into the hands of someone more capable! Maybe Dylan can even discover something different about this map?"

"In short, if you want all the indicators on the map to disappear, remember to say 'Prank is over'."

Fred shrugged.

Dylan held the Marauder's Map wrapped in burlap in his hand and pursed his lips.

(End of this chapter)