Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 259 No matter how well he writes, Professor Snape will still scold him.
"What a weirdo," Dylan smacked his lips. "No wonder I haven't seen Wood urging you to train lately."

Harry quickly said, "I'm not sure if that's true or not. Fred and George might have exaggerated. After all... drowning yourself in a downpour sounds pretty far-fetched."

Dylan chuckled and nodded. "That's for sure."

The week following the Christmas holidays has gradually come to an end.

Finally, another Quidditch match has arrived.

Ultimately, Slytherin won.

for this result.

Many in Gryffindor, however, maintained a surprisingly cheerful attitude.

Dylan was reading a book in his dorm room when Wood excitedly burst in.

"Harry! Great! Slytherin beat Ravenclaw this time. We just need to defeat Ravenclaw to ignore our previous defeat and go straight to second place!"

Wood rushed to Harry's bedside.

He didn't seem depressed at all.

He was full of energy.

Harry blinked, looked at Wood who seemed to have been fully revived, nodded slightly, and smiled.

"That's great! I think we'll definitely win next time!"

Wood wore a silly, goofy grin.

He was about to say something more.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw Dylan sitting at his desk, turning the pages of a book with a blank expression, and her movements froze.

He turned around, swallowed hard, and asked tentatively, "Um... Dylan, have I bothered you?"

Dylan glanced back at Wood.

Wood stood rooted to the spot, motionless.

For some reason, Wood felt immense pressure every time he spoke to Dylan.

It felt like I was facing Professor McGonagall directly.

Dylan looked at Wood, who was almost graduating but acted like a little kid in front of him, a junior, pursed his lips, snorted, and waved his hand.

"Alright, all you did was barge in and start chattering away with Harry. How could that bother me?" Dylan smiled.

……

A bead of cold sweat instantly trickled down Wood's forehead.

This doesn't sound like they haven't been disturbed...

"If you have anything else to say to Harry, go ahead and say it. Don't worry about me." Dylan lowered his head again and began to flip through the book.

There were only him and Harry in the dormitory.

Dylan wasn't angry, and Wood didn't have to apologize to anyone else.

Seeing that Dylan really didn't intend to cause him any trouble, Wood breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned around, looking excited, but his voice was much lower.

"You still have a broom for practice, right?"

Harry nodded: "Dylan gave me a broom before, and I used it to practice. The one that was confiscated doesn't affect me much."

Wood nodded repeatedly: "That's good. So, can you continue training with me now?"

Harry blinked. "It's possible, but..."

He looked Wood up and down: "Are you alright? I heard you spent quite a while in the school infirmary after the last game."

Wood immediately waved his hand: "What could possibly happen to me! The most important thing right now is training; everything else can wait!"

Harry opened his mouth.

However, Wood didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and continued, "Let's start from today. After you finish eating, go straight to the training ground, and I'll call everyone else over."

"From now on, we should practice at least five times a week, six times would be even better, and seven times would be the perfect solution!"

Harry froze, looking bewildered: "Do we have to train every day?"

Wood nodded: "Yes, that's how we can give it our all in the competition and win! You don't want to end up losing to Ravenclaw and letting Slytherin take first place, do you?"

Harry looked troubled: "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that... I not only have weekly assignments to do, but I also have to go to Professor Lupin's every week to learn spells. If I practice every day, I really can't find the time."

Wood paused for a moment, knowing he couldn't very well ask Harry to completely abandon his own pursuits to train Quidditch.

It's just to increase proficiency so that I can win the game.

Although this competition is an honor for the entire Gryffindor school.

Ultimately, his urging of the team members to train was, to some extent, driven by his own selfish motives.

He didn't want to see Slytherin keep winning while Gryffindor never won the Quidditch Cup, not even once.

So he hesitated for a moment before backing down from Harry's statement.

"In that case, let's train once a day. From Monday to Friday, you can take two days off to do your own things, one day to learn magic from the professor, and one day to do your homework. On Saturday and Sunday, we should spend the whole day at the training ground. What do you think?"

Wood looked expectant.

Harry's lips twitched.

But looking at Wood's appearance...

He was also afraid that if he didn't agree, the other party would turn around and try to drown him again on another rainy day.

So he nodded anyway: "Okay... that means I can only find one night to finish a whole week's worth of homework..."

Wood's eyes sparkled as he patted Harry's bed.

"Don't worry! There's nothing you don't understand about your homework—"

Wood's eyes darted around, and he secretly glanced at Dylan, who was reading a book at his desk.

"Please, please ask your roommates. I think they're so kind, helpful, handsome, and righteous, they definitely won't stand by and watch you fail to finish your assignments and get severely punished by the professors!"

Harry's lips parted slightly, his eyes stared blankly, and he froze on the bed for a moment.

"Uh... I think so too."

"Haha, right!"

Wood chuckled.

"Let's go then, let's hurry up and eat, and then we'll head to the training ground!"

Harry was dragged off the bed by Woodson.

Helpless, Harry sighed, "Alright, alright, let's go."

He put on his shoes and clothes, and also brought a change of clothes.

Before they left, Harry turned to Dylan and asked, "Dylan, shall we go grab a bite to eat together?"

Dylan shook his head: "You guys go ahead, I'll finish reading this. And... I reckon Wood will get you to finish your food in no time if he pulls you over."

"So I won't go with you and delay your training time."

Harry's lips twitched again.

Wood nodded repeatedly to Dylan with gratitude, "Dylan, you're so thoughtful! I'll bring you some cream buns next time! They're a new snack from Hufflepuff, and they're especially delicious!"

Dylan shook his head: "Thanks, but no need. I taught Hufflepuff how to make those little buns myself."

Wood was taken aback: "('-'*)... Dylan, you really are a hexagonal warrior, it seems like you don't have any weaknesses."

Harry chuckled beside him: "Dylan's magical talent is quite high."

Wood nodded: "I already knew that. Alright, let's go."

Wood grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him toward the door.

The thought of the relentless training ahead made Harry sullen as he followed Wood toward the dining hall. Practice hadn't even started yet.

He had already begun to miss his two days of leisure.

They watched as the two left.

Dylan shook his head and continued reading.

These are the books that Ravenclaw once kept in his treasure.

Some of the records contained information about magical experiments, which greatly interested Dylan. He has been reading through them lately, almost to the point of neglecting to eat or sleep.

Nave and the others had almost all finished eating and returned when Dylan finally made his way to the cafeteria.

Time flies by.

Another Friday has arrived.

Dylan was sitting in the library reading a book.

Harry and Ron were sitting next to Dylan.

There were several homework assignments on the table in front of Ron.

He was writing furiously at that moment.

Harry's situation was worse.

He had twice as much homework as Ron.

Even if Ron really doesn't want to do his homework, he will still finish some of it.

However, Harry hadn't touched a pen once all week because he'd been taken to training by Wood.

It wasn't until tonight that he finally had time to finish all his previous assignments.

He also needs to finish all his homework today.

"Swish"

The sound of Harry writing was very clear.

The quill in his hand was almost sparking from the parchment on the table.

Until the very last word was written.

Harry breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his expression still looked as uncomfortable as if he had just eaten a fly that had just crawled out of a cesspool.

“Dylan…”

He gently pushed the parchment in his hand toward Dylan.

"What's wrong?" Dylan looked up at Harry.

“Um…” Harry hesitated for a moment, then said, somewhat embarrassed, “Could you please take a look at this paper for me?”

Ron peeked over and exclaimed, "So many? This must be Professor Snape's paper! I thought you'd just write something casually. How could you write so much?"

Ron glanced down at the parchment in his hand again. The handwriting was somewhat messy, and the content was sparse and pitifully small.

"Don't leave me the only one getting yelled at by Snape! He'll really give me a piece of his mind!"

Dylan took Harry's parchment, placed it in front of him, and glanced at it.

"You've already written so much, what else do you need me to help you proofread?"

Harry sighed. "I'm not expecting to get a high score. I just hope Snape doesn't give me a T. He'll definitely find an excuse to make me rewrite it, and I really don't have time."

Dylan chuckled.

Harry is now clearly much more self-aware.

Knowing his homework, it was impossible for him not to be scolded if it were placed in front of Professor Snape.

No matter how carefully he writes, how rich the content, or how novel the perspective...

You'll still get scolded if you deserve it.

A person who tries to find fault with something.

They can always find an excuse to swear.

So Harry seems to have come to terms with it now; he'll just let himself be criticized.

Anyway, it all went through the normal procedure.

That means he would be scolded first, and then Snape would use that as an excuse to deduct a point from Gryffindor.

Then if he writes really badly, Snape can give him a T without any pressure or even having to find an excuse.

Make him rewrite it.

Harry is currently being dragged to training by Wood every day, and he is truly exhausted. If this assignment is returned and he has to rewrite it, he will probably have to stay up all night to finish it.

As for being scolded and having points deducted?
Let them scold us if they want, just listen to it.

Let them deduct the points; there are always other people who can earn those points back.

Thinking of this, Harry glanced at Dylan, then looked at Hermione, who was writing furiously not far away.

"Could you take a look? If there's anything that needs changing, you can write it down on another sheet of paper, and I'll add it in later," Harry pleaded, looking at Dylan.

Dylan nodded: "It's no big deal. Your paper is pretty good. I'll add a few paragraphs and it will immediately elevate your paper to a higher level. Then, even if Professor Snape wants to give you a bad review, he won't be able to just throw a T at you."

"Really? That's great!" Harry thanked him repeatedly, then grabbed the next assignment and began to work on it.

Ron pouted: "Dylan..."

Dylan replied without looking up, "Alright, after I finish annotating Harry, you can take a look and rewrite it in your own words, just copying in a little bit."

Ron isn't Harry.

Professor Snape wouldn't make things too difficult for him.

Ron's eyes lit up: "Thank you!"

Then he turned to look at Hermione, who hadn't participated in their conversation.

The books piled on the other person's desk almost completely buried her.

And it's not just a table.

Hermione even occupied the two tables next to her.

That's why Hermione didn't sit with them; instead, she sat a few seats away and huddled in a corner of the library.

Ron nudged Harry's arm with his elbow.

"Hey! Don't move, you almost made me write it wrong!"

"Sorry, sorry, I wanted you to see her, to see what happened to her?"

Ron withdrew his hand sheepishly, but then gestured with his chin toward Hermione.

Harry turned to look.

He is extremely busy right now.

But judging from Hermione's appearance, the other person seemed even busier than him.

"Didn't Hermione take all the electives? It's normal that she has more homework than me, right?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, what's wrong with her?"

"What? How did this happen?" Harry was completely baffled.

"Hey, look!" Ron pulled out the timetable he had stuffed into his backpack.

He raised his hand and pointed to Thursday's class.

“Look! There was no arithmetic and divination class yesterday, but when I was having lunch today, I passed by Hermione and Professor Victor and I heard them talking about what they had learned in class yesterday.”

"But they didn't have any classes. How did they attend classes yesterday?"

(End of this chapter)