Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 254 Does Neville also have a talent for divination?

"Turn to page 179. Today we're going to learn about the Screaming Vine. Does anyone know anything about the Screaming Vine?"

Before Snape could finish speaking, Hermione raised her hand again.

Harry and Ron were already used to it.

Hermione was always very active in Snape's classes.

But even though she could practically touch the ceiling with her hand, Snape still couldn't see her.

If it were Professor McGonagall's class, she probably would have given Gryffindor a lot of points already.

Seeing that Snape still ignored Hermione, Ron came over.

“You know, I don’t usually side with Snape, but this time I think he’s right.”

"She's just too inflexible."

Ron's words brought Dylan back to reality. It seemed that a lot had happened while he was away.

Sometimes, I really admire your courage.

Dylan couldn't help but sneer, and he and Harry exchanged a knowing smile.

Don't let Ron's honest and unassuming appearance fool you; he's got the most tricks up his sleeve.

With Harry added to the mix, the two of them got into no end of trouble.

If Hermione hadn't intervened in time, the other two wouldn't have dared to speak up whenever Hermione lost her temper.

If Hermione heard him say that, she would definitely be scared again.

"I was just saying that."

After being warned by Dylan, Ron immediately realized what was happening and shut up.

After Potions class, there's a Divination class in the afternoon.

There has always been controversy surrounding the prophecies of wizards.

The prophecy ball can predict the future, but in reality it is just a medium for storing prophecies.

The one who truly created the allegory was the wizard himself.

In the history of the wizarding world, the truly famous prophetic wizard was none other than Sybil Trelawney's ancestor.

This great-grandmother was quite capable; many of her prophecies came true.

Sometimes Dylan even suspected that this was precisely why Hogwarts hadn't abolished the Prophecy class, and not just because Trelawney had made a successful prophecy.

"Wait? What did you just say?"

Ron stopped in his tracks, his face filled with disbelief.

Harry and Dylan, who were traveling with them, instantly realized what they had missed.

"How could you possibly take both History of Magic and Prophecy classes at the same time? That's not scientific."

"Don't be silly, Ron. It's impossible for two people to appear at the same time."

Hermione ignored him and went to class anyway.

Only Ron looked shocked.

What do you think, Dylan?

Harry was more composed in comparison.

"I just think, after all, it's magic, there's nothing it can't do, right?"

Dylan's words coincided with Harry's thoughts, and neither of them made a fuss like Ron.

Dylan was out of it throughout the entire class, his mind filled with thoughts of the Ancient Flame.

The incantation itself is not complicated, but to unleash its maximum power while using a silent incantation still requires skill.

It's like this spell itself isn't very powerful, but it can sustain an attack for a long time.

The flames cannot be extinguished with ordinary spells; one can only wait for the flames to burn out completely, at which point the spell will lose its effectiveness.

Or perhaps, the curse only becomes ineffective when the person being cursed dies.

That's the mystery and beauty of black magic.

Besides the Unforgivable Spell, there are many other dark magic spells that are even more captivating.

It can cause severed arms to grow back, the dead to be resurrected, and rivers to flow backwards.

Having already used and researched dark magic, what is there for him to fear that is unforgivable?

He doesn't need anyone's forgiveness.

“Dylan, let me see your cup.”

Neville's voice brought Dylan back to his senses.

The tea leaves in Dylan's cup were clumped together.

Neville couldn't discern any shape at all, let alone perform any divination.

"I think I have absolutely no talent for this course; I can't even see the shape of it."

"If you look closely, you can still see something, right?"

"If that's the case... I think the pattern on your cup might resemble a leaf."

Leaves? What looks like leaves?
Dylan looked at it, this time very carefully.

He was certain that he hadn't misread it.

Isn't this a boat?
Does this symbolize that he will set sail in the future and have no obstacles on the path of magic?
Could Neville's eyes possibly see anything else?
Dylan chuckled, not taking Neville's words to heart.

"Don't rush, let's take another look."

Neville nodded and opened the book.

Now I know the explanation of the corresponding pattern.

“Look here, Dylan, there’s a description of this leaf—you’ve been a bit anxious lately, studying something, but it’s not as complicated as you think.”

"You're about to find your answer."

"That's probably what it means."

Although Dylan did not entirely agree with Neville's words.

"Open your eyes, you two, see the future clearly, this is the art of divination."

"Let me see what you've all seen."

Trelawney moved closer to Harry and the others, glancing at Ron's cup and then at Neville's.

The cup in his hand belonged to Dylan, and Trelawney became extremely nervous with just one glance.

"Finding yourself amidst confusion and breaking free from constraints means that you are now in the time to transform from a caterpillar into a butterfly."

Trelawney's statement was similar to Neville's, which surprised Dylan somewhat.

He knew that Trelawney wasn't truly without any talent for divination.

Besides genuine prophecies, she was also quite skilled in ordinary divination.

—That kind of nonsense to fool people.

To achieve this level of success, Trelawney actually put in a lot of effort behind the scenes.

After all, memorizing the entire book of divination explanations is no easy task.

However, at least for Dylan, such a prediction is not a bad thing.

So whether it's his understanding or theirs, it doesn't matter.

After finally getting through get out of class, Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to go to the common room.

Snape assigned way too much homework today; without Hermione, the two of them probably wouldn't have been able to finish it.

"Come with us, we can have dinner together tonight."

Dylan turned to leave, but Harry stopped him.

He was quite enthusiastic.

However, Dylan still has a lot to do.

"I still have some things to figure out. I'm going to find Professor Snape."

"Do you want to come together?"

Ron and Harry looked clearly reluctant, but they didn't say anything because Snape was watching from a short distance away.

"No, we'll wait for you in the common room."

After saying that, Ron urged Harry to leave.

Not long after the three left, Dylan shrugged, picked up his book, and strode quickly down the corridor.

Behind him, Malfoy and his two companions were still chatting and laughing when, in the next second, Dylan disappeared down the corridor.

This surprised Malfoy, who had followed, and he stood still, looking to both sides.

"Come on, Malfoy, is there a problem?"

Crabbe was in a hurry to get something to eat and didn't want to waste time here.

"Would it kill you to eat less? Look at you, you're as fat as a pig."

"Don't be like the Weasleys, acting like you've never seen food before!"

Crabbe's chubby face clearly showed some reluctance after Malfoy's remark.

He simply couldn't disobey Malfoy.

The three of them were inseparable, but they seemed to have nothing to say to each other.

Unlike Harry and Ron, who became friends by talking about everything, Goyle and Crabbe seemed more like lackeys.

Yes, a lackey, a loyal lackey like a dog.

Dylan stood in his own space, silently watching Malfoy and his two companions disappear before his eyes.

Turn around and enter your own world.

Inside the space, a picture frame floats in the air, but the person on it has disappeared.

"Where are you?"

Upon hearing Dylan's call, a phantom figure approached him; it was Ravenclaw.

"That's strange, you should be in class right now."

Ravenclaw assumed Dylan had skipped class and was unaware that Dylan's schedule was different this semester.

"To be precise, I came after class."

You always feel more at ease in your own space.

Dylan used his wand, and the notebook and quill rose into the air, automatically starting to write homework.

These things were an insult to his intelligence.

Unlike Harry and Ron, he didn't worry about this little bit of homework.

Energy should always be used on the right things.

Ravenclaw floated over and stood behind Dylan, looking at the notes in his hand.

The contents recorded above are all about black magic.

"Strange, are these notes useful to you?"

For Dylan, who possesses considerable knowledge of dark magic, these notes seem to be of little use at the moment.

However, it still contains some information about black magic.

For example, how to unleash the maximum power.

"How was the Unforgivable Curse created in the first place?"

Dylan suddenly became curious.

The Unforgivable Curse, precisely because it is unforgivable.

The person who first invented it was a genius.

It is precisely because these spells are powerful and torturous that they are called forbidden spells.

Ironically, everyone knows this kind of incantation.

Ravenclaw's thoughts drifted into memories, and the crown on his head gradually lost its luster, before disappearing altogether.

Dressed in plain clothes, she stood before Dylan, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

"There is a reason for the appearance of any spell."

"Only powerful wizards can unleash the full potential of spells."

"It's like the Avada Kedavra curse."

“When a wizard uses such a spell, he himself will also be cursed.”

"Their souls are no longer pure."

"I'm going to feed that snake for you."

Ravenclaw disappeared before his eyes.

Dylan knew she couldn't leave this place.

After all, the frame is there, so he is the owner of Ravenclaw.

He had considered finding her a more comfortable place.

Hogwarts may appear peaceful on the surface, but it is actually fraught with danger.

He didn't want to lose Ravenclaw or let anyone else know she existed.

After all, she still has quite a few uses for Dylan.

"Therefore, the strength of the spell varies depending on the person using it."

Dylan gained a deeper understanding of spellcasting.

You should know that creating a spell is not an easy task.

A spell that has never been used before always carries a hint of danger.

Thinking of this, Dylan suddenly stood up, and a golden goblet appeared in the space.

As soon as the Transformation Charm was cast, the golden goblet began to flow as liquid, eventually taking the shape of a woman.

"Ancient Bula Fairy Fire".

Blue flames erupted from the wand, instantly enveloping the woman it had conjured.

The flames lingered for a long time, but the puppet showed no reaction whatsoever.

Not long after, the blue flames gradually faded, and the puppet remained standing there unharmed.

The initial Transfiguration spell can transform objects, while advanced spells can transform them into living beings.

Professor McGonagall can also turn herself into a cat.

In Dylan's view, this is actually a kind of advanced Transfiguration spell.

To create even more powerful spells, one still needs to put in more effort.

"Oh, it seems you haven't completely succeeded yet."

"The spell is fine, but I'd like to strengthen it a bit more."

"You should rest now. See you another day."

Dylan smiled at Ravenclaw, his body gradually fading away.

Although he made excuses to delay for a while, he hadn't refused Harry after all, so he still had to make another trip. He also had some homework left, so he decided to finish it.

When Dylan returned to the common room, Ron and Harry were doing their homework in a proper and orderly manner.

Hermione stood with her arms crossed in front of her, staring at them.

This scene was all too familiar to Dylan.

At this point, Hermione was still quite dutiful to the two of them.

It would be better if the two of them didn't cause trouble.

"Where have you been."

As soon as Dylan came in, Harry clung to him like a lifeline.

I wish I could pounce on you right now.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, even the others in the lounge dared not utter a sound.

"I just got back from the professor's place and stopped by the cafeteria to get some onion rings."

Would you like some?

When Dylan arrived, dinner time was almost over, so he could only grab some food.

"It's a pity you didn't come for dinner; there was cream of mushroom soup today."

As Hermione spoke, she glared at Harry and Ron.

"What's going on here?"

Dylan placed the homework on the table, and Ron glanced at it curiously, only to find that it was all finished.

It's even more than what Hermione wrote.

Dylan deliberately wrote a lot of text so that Snape couldn't find any mistakes.

But he still deliberately misspelled a few words.

If it's written too well, that's not quite right.

"As soon as you left, Harry received a notification about Quidditch training."

"The two of them actually planned to go to training in order to avoid their homework."

"I'm doing this for your own good. Do you think Snape would let you go for this reason?"

I have to admit, Hermione was right.

Moreover, for Harry and Ron, Potions class was already teetering on the brink of failing.

He remembered that Harry's dream was to become an Auror.

An Auror who failed Potions?

"My God, how did you write this?"

“Snape will definitely like your work, at least more than Hermione’s.”

Ron clearly wasn't listening to Hermione; his attention was entirely on Dylan's homework.

Seeing this, Dylan was about to tidy up and give it to Ron when Hermione snatched it away.

She stared at Ron with half-closed eyes, and only then did he restrain himself.

Hermione looked at Dylan's homework and found that it was indeed more extensive than hers, and contained many things that she hadn't expected.

“Look at this, you two. This is what students should be doing.”

“I don’t mean to organize training for you, it’s just that Gryffindor can’t afford to lose any more points.”

(End of this chapter)