Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 255 Professor McGonagall's portrait has finally arrived.

Dylan largely agreed with Hermione's assessment.

For the Gryffindors, the hope is naturally that their house will win.

So the flags in the Great Hall are all Gryffindor.

If he doesn't even have this sense of honor, then he's somewhat letting down the special tutor Professor McGonagall once gave him.

Of course, Dylan also felt a sense of honor towards the other professors.

"I think so."

“Harry, you’re a Seeker with excellent genes. As for Ron…”

"You're not a Quidditch player, let's talk about it next year when you're selected."

Dylan couldn't help but pour cold water on the situation right in front of him.

Hermione burst out laughing, while only Ron blushed.

He knew that neither of them was on his side.

After a while of joking and playing around, it was already nine o'clock in the evening when the two of them finished their homework.

When he heard Ron snoring, Dylan quietly got up, intending to go check out the Forbidden Forest.

"Where are you going?"

Dylan had just finished packing up and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Harry's voice behind him.

Goodness, isn't he sleeping at this hour?

"Go to the bathroom."

"I shouldn't have eaten that pumpkin pancake. Do you want to come with me?"

Dylan pretended to be confused and extended a warm invitation to Harry.

Harry shook his head and lay back down.

He preferred to stay under the covers rather than go to the public restroom.

Night falls.

Dylan transformed into a shadow and entered the Forbidden Forest.

The forbidden forest at night is quite dangerous.

Today wasn't a private meeting with Hagrid that I had arranged.

He just wanted to come to the Forbidden Forest to see if he could gather some more herbs or the blood or fur of some creature.

And maybe we'll run into a unicorn.

Of course, if he encounters a centaur or similar creature, he might be able to help guide him.

— Quite a few creatures have already become familiar with Dylan.

Speaking of unicorns, the blood of these creatures can prolong life, but when you poison a unicorn, you are also cursed.

It was a curse from an ancient and beautiful creature, half-human, half-ghost.

This curse is terrifying, but some people are still greedy and want to obtain unicorns.

Dylan was curious to know what the unicorn had encountered when it would disappear into the Forbidden Forest for a period of time every now and then.

When he encountered that unicorn again last time, it couldn't explain the situation to him at all.

Dylan genuinely wanted to extract the soul of a unicorn so he could learn its language.

Just then, suddenly.

A dark figure flashed past behind him, and Dylan's wand twirled slightly in his hand.

The fluorescent light flickered and leaped up.

In the darkness, the sudden light was extremely dazzling.

Unexpectedly, he only saw a humanoid creature lying on a high place watching him.

Before Dylan could even see his face clearly, the creature fled.

The light suddenly disappeared.

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

What is this ugly thing again?

To avoid attracting attention, Dylan did not cast the spell again, but instead extinguished the light on his wand.

Before long, the others had reached the other end of the forbidden forest.

The trees here are so tall that they seem to reach for the sky, so dense that they block out the wind and light.

Not to mention now, you can't see the sun at all during the day.

A wave of damp air hit me, carrying with it the smell of earth and decay.

"That's probably what Harry meant."

Now he knew what Harry's Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean tasted like.

"Little wizard, this is not a place for you."

Suddenly, I heard voices behind me.

Dylan turned around and saw a centaur right in front of him.

As far as he knew, the centaurs had split into two factions.

Perhaps the situation is unclear right now, and he doesn't know which side the centaur in front of him belongs to.

He had wanted to meet the centaurs for a long time.

I hadn't run into them before, but I never expected to bump into them here.

Are you trying to shoot an arrow at me?

The centaur squinted and actually raised his hand as if to shoot an arrow directly at him.

Dylan chuckled.

These centaurs have always had such a bad temper.

He can't listen to any advice.

It is said in the wizarding world that the centaurs are not to be trifled with because of their sheer number.

But there was only one centaur in front of him, which posed no threat to a wizard who was good at studying.

Moreover, this was in front of a great magician like him.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I think you should learn your lesson."

As he spoke, he produced a magic wand.

A rope appeared out of nowhere and bound the centaur completely.

The more they struggled, the tighter the rope became.

In less than a minute, the centaur's face turned a purplish-brown.

Once he saw that it was about right, Dylan loosened the rope.

The centaur didn't have time to think and just ran away.

"He ran pretty fast."

Dylan didn't kidnap the centaur directly.

Letting him go might attract even more centaurs.

Dylan waved his wand in the air.

"Ultimate Guardian, get out of the way immediately."

An invisible and colorless barrier appeared to prevent the centaurs from returning for revenge.

Having done all this, Dylan looked at the lake in front of him, and the surface of the lake began to freeze rapidly.

The surrounding air suddenly became a bit cold; everything happened rather abruptly.

It seems that tonight's trip was definitely worthwhile.

Just as Dylan was about to leave, the lake behind him thawed rapidly, and something was approaching him.

next second.

A mermaid leaped out of the water and pounced on Dylan.

Luckily, he dodged quickly; he never expected there to be mermaids in such shallow water.

However, he wasn't afraid of the mermaid.

On the contrary, a smile appeared on Dylan's lips, as if he could already see quite a few Galon.

And more experimental materials.

The next day, Transformation Class.

Harry and Ron hadn't seen Dylan since early morning.

Harry even thought he had gotten lost in the bathroom yesterday.

Unexpectedly, when the two rushed to the classroom, Dylan was already there.

"Potter, Weasley."

"It seems I should turn you two into pocket watches so you can remind each other."

"Perhaps this will teach you not to be late anymore."

Professor McGonagall was already used to their frequent lateness.

Last time it was because we couldn't find the way, what's the reason this time?
Professor McGonagall seemed to be waiting for their explanations.

Ron hesitated for a moment: "We wanted to wait for Dylan to come along."

Ron's voice grew softer and softer.

Clearly, he also felt that this reason was untenable.

After all, Dylan is sitting right here.

“Mr. Weasley, I hope you can come up with a better reason now.”

"Gryffindor loses twenty points, I mean each person."

Professor McGonagall's words displeased everyone.

Dylan blinked, but felt that the deduction was a little too much.

—That's more than what Snape slammed.

Hermione's face instantly turned somewhat grim. She had made sure the two of them did their homework yesterday, precisely to prevent them from losing points again.

Today was even worse; they deducted forty yuan at once.

Harry even felt that the way people looked at him had changed.

This is no savior, he's clearly the nemesis of their academy!
"So, what time did you get up?"

"We really have been waiting for you."

You could tell Ron was complaining.

Dylan had no choice; he couldn't very well tell the two of them that he had gone to find something good yesterday.

"I forgot the exact time, but I called you when I left."

"It's because some people are sleeping too soundly."

Ron never refuted this; he was indeed a heavy sleeper.

Once, Harry saw him sleeping so soundly that he couldn't be woken up no matter how he tried.

They thought he had fallen asleep, which scared everyone in the dorm so much that they all gathered around.

In the end, it was Neville who timed him and found that he was breathing smoothly, confirming that he was alright.

Later, when I asked him, I found out that he had eaten too many chocolate-covered liquors.

"Okay, but you can't entirely blame me, after all, Harry didn't hear it either."

"Perhaps you called us too softly."

Hermione rolled her eyes at this.

shook his head.

Even Harry couldn't stand it anymore.

After all, Dylan was sitting in the classroom; it was the two of them who were late.

"It's all your fault. I've been sharing a dorm room with you for too long, and I've been influenced by you too."

Harry had to admit that this was indeed the case.

Because Ron sometimes snores, my sleep quality has improved.

Turn to page 186.

"What we will continue to learn today is how to bring objects to life."

Professor McGonagall continued the lesson, and Harry and Ron studied very diligently under Hermione's watchful eye.

After class, Dylan went to see Professor McGonagall.

Ravenclaw sparked Dylan's deep interest in the connection between the soul and the physical body.

Perhaps converting objects into living beings would be difficult for other students.

For Dylan, however, it was an easy task.

"Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall looked up and, seeing that Dylan hadn't left, smiled.

"Is there something you need, Dylan?"

"I wanted to ask, is there any progress on the picture frame we agreed to make, Professor?"

Dylan had already asked her for help before the start of the semester, and he thought he would receive it soon.

I haven't received the portrait yet.

He thought that something must have caused the delay.

Professor McGonagall was completely baffled by the question.

"Here's your Christmas present, didn't you receive it?"

Christmas presents?

Dylan suddenly remembered that apart from giving away Harry and Ron's gifts, he still had the rest of his.

After returning, I didn't tidy up my things anymore.

"Oh, hahaha, I received it, I received it, I'll go back and check it out right away."

There were too many things to do, especially the gifts his parents had prepared for him.

There were so many that he didn't even want to tear them down.

He even forgot to open the gifts that the people from the college had given him.

After realizing what had happened, Dylan rushed back.

Sure enough, he found several boxes under his bed.

They were all gifts from his friends and teachers at Christmas.

Dylan never expected to receive so many gifts.

"I thought you wouldn't remember for a few days."

Harry and Ron followed.

When Dylan remembered to unwrap the gift, they all watched from the side.

"This is a gift from me."

They watched as Ron opened the gift he had given them.

This is the smallest of all the gift boxes, and the bow on it looks rather simple.

Even if he didn't say it, Dylan could guess.

After all, he knew about the Weasley family's circumstances.

But Dylan didn't care about any of that.

Because he knew that Ron didn't have much pocket money to begin with.

It's the thought that counts, not the price, of a gift. I hope Ron understands that too.

"This is absolutely beautiful."

Ron's gift was a beautiful crystal ball.

Inside is a castle; it's hard to tell where it's from, but it's very exquisite.

"It's alright, I hope you like it."

Ron was quite satisfied with Dylan's reaction.

This sensitive boy was always very careful.

“Ron gave us some too; mine has a Christmas tree inside.”

Harry spoke up, and it was clear that Ron had given him the best one.

"Really? It's so beautiful. I think I'll put this gift on my bedside table and take it back with me next time I have a holiday."

"It'll be a good opportunity for my parents to see; they're very curious about Hogwarts."

That's what Dylan said, and he felt that after seeing it, Hubert would at least have a concrete impression of his school.

Just then, Dylan finally saw the box placed at the very bottom.

The frame was rather flat, just like the one he gave Hermione; you could tell at a glance it was a book.

Upon opening the gift, it was indeed the portrait that Professor McGonagall had promised him.

It's the same as the one hanging in the hallway outside, only smaller.

"This looks quite unique. Is this Professor McGonagall? Good heavens, she actually gave you a portrait?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Hehe, yes, I asked her to do it a long time ago."

With this portrait, Dylan's research on soul life forms and physical entities will be more convenient.

After unwrapping the gifts, we went to the common lounge.

Hermione is reading a book.

Where did you find this book?

When Hermione saw Dylan and the others approaching, she picked up the book Dylan had given her, and became engrossed in reading just a few lines.

Dylan smiled, and he knew Hermione would love it.

In fact, Hermione loves any book.

He specifically chose a book that was a summary of legends from several famous wizards.

There may not be any particularly significant magic, but the content is absolutely fantastic.

After all, every woman has a gossipy heart.

"There should be another one if it was found on the street."

The other book was one that Dylan bought from the Muggle world when he and his parents went out.

Written by a new author, the descriptions are quite beautiful.

Ron might not understand, but Hermione would probably like it.

"I was in such a rush on the way back that I forgot to open the gifts."

"Thank you for reminding me, Professor McGonagall."

After packing their things, Dylan and the others had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

To be honest, it doesn't matter whether he attends the class or not.

Dylan felt a little helpless every time he saw Harry and the others seriously studying Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At their current age, the spells they can learn are still relatively basic.

Some black magic is just theoretical knowledge.

If you really think you can use these to ward off black magic, you're dreaming.

If Dylan were to teach instead...

He meant that we should just run away.

Once you master Apparition, you can run away when the enemy isn't looking.

Alternatively, being agile and able to dodge attacks is much better than facing an enemy head-on.

Of course, he only thought about it and would never actually say it out loud.

(End of this chapter)