Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 253 Couldn't you two wait until I get back before you get intimate?

Diagon Alley is not deserted at night; a gentle breeze always carries a hint of dampness in the air.

Bojin turned around and saw a man in black robes sitting behind him.

He was taken aback, and quickly poured himself a glass of butterbeer.

"I didn't know you were coming, sir."

A large glass of butterbeer was placed in front of him, and Dylan did not refuse.

Dylan rarely makes public appearances, and his sudden appearance makes Bokin somewhat uneasy.

Being able to meet Dylan is, at present, a supreme privilege.

Despite his fear, he was also quite happy.

This will bring him many benefits.

—Although I have to pay a sum of Galleons every time we meet.

Dylan simply smiled at Bokin's compliment and didn't respond.

Don't think that just because he said that, you'll get to charge less.

"Don't panic, Bokin, I just happened to be passing by."

"Business here is as good as usual." Dylan glanced at the room, which was still as deserted as ever.

“As you can see, sir,” Bogin said, handing the month’s rent to Dylan.

He's being incredibly modest; he could convince Tom to turn down a job at the Ministry of Magic after graduation and stay at this shop.

There are always some strange and unusual treasures hidden there. There may not be many people coming here usually, but if just one item is sold, it can be enough for Arthur's family to cover their expenses for several months.

"Didn't Delfini bring back anything good?"

Good things don't come often, but you can always come across some.

"Don't mention that guy, haven't seen him in a while. Merry Christmas, sir."

It's clear that Bokin is somewhat apprehensive about Dylan's appearance.

Or perhaps, it's more of a feeling of reverence.

Possessing the strongest magical talent in history, there's nothing he can't do.

Such people are never short of followers.

Dylan didn't say anything, but just glanced at him and took out a 20ml glass bottle from the retractable bag.

"This is... another batch of goods? The quality is really good."

Bojin reached out with both hands to catch it; the black liquid inside was mixed with bursts of dim light.

Even through the glass, you can feel the power of this thing.

"Yes, the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is not easy to collect."

"Hehehe..."

Bojin chuckled twice. "Isn't it easy to collect?"

Such a big can?
"This venom, even a small amount, can kill a wizard. Such a precious substance should not be easy to collect."

Bojin gripped the bottle tightly in his hand and quickly found a box to put it in.

My eyes are glued to this thing; it's priceless.

The money Dylan had given him had already made him a fortune.

Although much of this money had to be returned to Dilan, it also allowed him to gain a lot of connections.

After all, giant eight-eyed spiders are hard to find now—except for the one in the Forbidden Forest.

An ordinary person could manage to get their hands on some, and without needing a single drop, just mix it into Hogwarts' food, and that would be enough to send an entire house's students away.

He didn't want to waste a single drop.

"Make good use of it."

Before leaving, Dylan gave Bogin some instructions.

The value of this venom goes far beyond what's mentioned above.

Dylan left the store and disappeared down the street in the blink of an eye.

When Dylan got home, he didn't see his parents.

Well, it doesn't matter whether he's there or not.

Hubert must have been very happy when he found out he wasn't home.

Sure enough, there was a note left on the table.

"They won't be back tonight, don't wait for us."

Good grief, it's afraid I'll suddenly come back.

He finally understood that his son was superfluous.

The next day, the morning sun shone through the window and fell directly on Dylan's face.

There was a commotion downstairs, and Dylan went downstairs just in time to see Hubert and Maeve cuddling together.

"Looks like I'll have to go back to school soon," Dylan said with a helpless expression.

Sure enough, kids can be annoying if they stay home for too long.

"Christmas is over, it's time for you to go back."

Maeve immediately perked up upon hearing this, showing no intention of trying to persuade him to stay.

Have you packed all your things?

As Maeve spoke, she glanced up but didn't see Dylan's luggage.

Dylan knew it was time for him to go back.

"Anyway, he only has a few days of vacation left. Why don't we go to the same restaurant we went to last time? There's a new movie coming out there."

"A rare opportunity for family time."

Maeve was somewhat pleased, since this meant she wouldn't have to prepare lunch.

She's so happy not having to cook; housework really is a difficult task for women.

After tidying up briefly, the Dylan family went to a specialty restaurant.

Hubert and Maeve were quite satisfied with the food prepared at this restaurant.

Dylan had to admit that sometimes these Muggles were actually quite skilled.

Even advanced magic might not produce food as delicious as this place.

On the way back, Dylan thought he saw a bookmark made of nylon rope and metal pendants.

The main thing is that the letter R on it is very unique, and I think Luna will like it.

He has already prepared a gift.

One more shouldn't be a problem.

"Okay, honey, do you need some popcorn? I need two lemonades."

Maeve bought movie tickets and then ordered Dylan to buy some popcorn and lemonade.

She's always like this, making him run errands.

When Dylan returned from shopping, Hubert and Maeve had already entered the venue.

He should have realized it sooner; watching a movie with these two people was more interesting than the movie itself.

Dylan didn't know what happened in the second half, and he guessed that Hubert didn't know either.

All that could be heard was the two people whispering to each other.

He was also told off a few times by a couple behind him, but he guessed it probably wouldn't have any effect.

At most, it will only subside for a few days.

When the Dylan family returned home in the evening, Maeve prepared dinner.

Judging from her expression, she didn't really intend to make a move, and Dylan knew that.

When he came out of the room, the items were still unopened.

He should have known that Maeve's love was all given to Hubert.

Dylan waved his wand, and a purple onion soared into the air.

The tomatoes jumped in and washed themselves clean, and even the spatula and knife knew what to thank.

Thank goodness, this world really can't function without magic.

"You know, I've always had a question, but I don't know if I should ask it."

Maeve appeared behind Dylan at some point, smiling as she looked at him.

"Is there anything you can't ask?"

Dylan was used to it; whenever Maeve asked such a question, it was never a good thing.

"Doesn't your school have a way for magicians to store magic? Or do you have any helpers or something?"

"That way, I won't have to worry about dinner every day after you leave."

"Or let these things know they're moving every day, I mean, that's much tastier than what I make."

Dylan was speechless. He knew it; Maeve wouldn't miss what she had, she just wouldn't miss the convenience that magic brought.

"Oh darling, you don't need to worry about this. When he goes back to school, I'll take care of him."

Hearing the mother and son talking, Hubert quickly stepped forward to express his love.

In fact, neither of them had anything to worry about.

Dylan went back to school, which meant they could enjoy some alone time together, and there was no need for them to eat at home every day.

All I need is red wine. "My God, couldn't you two wait until I get back before you get intimate?"

Dylan turned around and saw Hubert and the other man embracing.

It's not that he's too conservative; several boys at school often get together to discuss girls.

After all, Hogwarts doesn't openly condone romantic relationships, so it's best to keep things somewhat under control.

It's like at a Christmas ball, where everyone is with the people they like.

Only Snape went to the carriage area in the study grounds and searched every nook and cranny.

Someone like Hubert, if he were at Hogwarts, would probably be constantly losing points.

"He's just jealous of us."

Hubert and Maeve embraced, and Dylan couldn't bear to watch their sweetness any longer.

That evening, Dylan packed his luggage, including the gifts he had brought for his friends.

Platform 9 and a quarter.

Dylan pushed his suitcase through the wall; the train station to Hogwarts was packed with people.

After finally finding an empty carriage, I boarded the train and ran into Nave.

"Look, who is this?"

Neville came in and sat in the same carriage as Dylan.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going to stay a few more days."

"How are you doing, Merry Christmas, Dylan? I may be a little late."

Dylan shrugged. "There aren't many days left of my vacation, so I'm coming back a few days early."

He could never admit that it was because he couldn't stand the loving couple at home.

He preferred to spend time with Luna in the library, or secretly study dark magic at the Room of Requirement.

It's much better than being a third wheel at home.

“That’s what we think too. My grandma keeps nagging, so I’d rather go back to school with her. At least you’ll all be here.”

He's fine with everything, of course. This semester has been a bittersweet one for Harry, and he'll find out soon enough.

back to school.

Dylan had just arrived at the school gate when he ran into Luna.

"Hello, Dylan."

Luna wore carrot earrings and held a copy of "The Quibbler" in her hands.

Honestly, he saw Luna carrying a pile of newspapers wherever he went.

The Daily Prophet, at least, is a legitimate publication, and regardless of what it contains, it still sells some copies.

Except for a very few people who exaggerated, it is still largely in line with the facts.

"Singing a Different Tune" is different; it always feels like Luna's own thoughts are reflected in it.

"The earrings are very unique."

Dylan didn't know what to say, so he could only compliment her earrings.

He felt that Luna wasn't exactly crazy; she just had her own unique ideas.

Merry Christmas, Dylan. How are you doing?

"pretty good."

If a few more people asked him, he would still give the same answer.

"What about you?"

The two walked side by side toward the school. The castle, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, appeared even more majestic.

“It was pretty good. My dad threw a party, but it was just the two of us.”

"He still prepared a turkey. To be honest, sometimes I think my dad's cooking is better than the school's."

"He also gave me a pair of shoes, look."

Luna still spoke slowly, as if she were in a state of astral projection.

If they hadn't known each other for so long, Dylan would have suspected that someone had really put a curse on her.

Dylan looked down and saw a pair of silver patent leather boots with two silver wings on them.

He didn't know if it looked good or not, but judging from Luna's reaction, she probably liked it a lot.

"Yes, you are very beautiful. Your father treats you very well."

When her father was mentioned, Luna's lips curled up slightly.

That's just the kind of person she is; she may seem crazy, but she has her own ideas.

Perhaps that's why Neville likes Luna so much.

As the two talked, they finally returned to school.

Inside the Gryffindor common room.

A group of people were talking together when Dylan walked in, and Harry was putting a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean into his mouth.

Don't eat that.

Ron tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Harry looked disgusted, unable to describe the taste.

"This stuff has been around for so long, can't you come up with a few new flavors?"

"It looks like sheep droppings."

Harry looked disgusted, feeling that the smell was like that of the Forbidden Forest.

Some animal feces mixed with the smell of grass is truly unacceptable.

"Honestly, I've always been curious, how can you tell that this is a sheep?"

Dylan's voice came from behind.

When Harry and Ron saw Dylan return, they quickly tossed him the last Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean.

"This is the last one, it's yours."

To be honest, he really didn't want to eat it.

The last time I ate it, it was wasabi flavored, which was already considered good; it was better than Harry's sheep barbs.

Can I not eat?

Dylan was completely rejecting it.

"It's a shame I even brought you gifts."

Ron immediately spotted the bag in Dylan's hand, with several gift boxes inside that were quite conspicuous.

"Sharing the good fortune."

Harry wouldn't let it go, and Dylan knew he couldn't escape it today.

I simply closed my eyes and put the bean in my mouth.

Chocolate flavor?

Dylan was surprised that the last one turned out to be quite lucky.

Harry and Ron stared at him, clearly expectant.

"Like Harry, this is really awful."

Dylan immediately pretended to look disgusted.

When he ate something unpalatable, everyone burst into laughter.

See, people this age are relatively easy to fool.

Dylan handed them the gifts; Hermione's gift was a book, which he would have to give her tomorrow.

the next day.

The crystal ball hanging in the auditorium was removed overnight, and the Christmas tree disappeared without a trace.

The first class was Potions, and the thought of seeing Snape first thing in the morning made Harry and Ron anything but happy.

"If you ask me, Professor Snape shouldn't have taught Potions; he should have taught Defense Against the Dark Arts instead."

"The one that is being defended."

Harry and Ron were chatting and laughing, but Hermione didn't see it that way.

"I think Professor Snape taught quite well."

"If you two paid more attention in class, you wouldn't always be kept after school."

Ron looked helpless, and Harry was speechless.

Snape was quite talented in this area, but clearly Harry and Ron didn't realize it.

"Oh dear Hermione, no matter how well you do, he has never praised you once, otherwise you would have already surpassed the Gryffindor score."

“I’d rather go to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid so I can learn about more herbs.”

Ron's words almost made Dylan burst out laughing; it wasn't the time for him to be chased by spiders anymore.

"Stop talking, the professor is coming."

Dylan had barely finished speaking when Snape entered with a grim face and shut all the windows in the room.

As he passed by the group, Dylan could smell the herbs on him.

(End of this chapter)