Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 262 A Night Meeting with Luna

Chapter 262 A Night Meeting with Luna
Dylan returned to the common room.

Harry and Ron still haven't returned.

Enter the dormitory.

Neville is there, though.

Good evening, Dylan.

Neville greeted Dylan as he walked in.

Dylan nodded slightly in response.

Neville usually completes his homework promptly after class each day.

So unlike Harry and Ron, they don't put off doing their homework until the next day.

Although Ron does write a little bit from time to time, the amount he completes is negligible in the overall picture.

But he also gave it a fancy name.

He absolutely has to be loyal to his friends.

His good friend Harry doesn't even have time to do his homework, so how does he manage to finish it all by himself?
Neville also had nothing to do at the moment.

He glanced at Dylan and was somewhat surprised to find that the other man's expression was not good.

"Dylan, what's wrong? You seem rushed. Did something happen?"

“Hmm? No.” Dylan shook his head. “It’s just that I’ve run into some difficulties with my research recently, so I have a slight headache.”

Upon hearing this, Neville didn't ask any further questions, but nodded: "Your research is usually beyond my comprehension, Dylan. You're already very capable. Even if you encounter difficulties, don't be discouraged. You can think more and observe the details carefully. Maybe you'll get new insights—that's what Professor Sprout taught me."

"If you really encounter any problems that you can't solve, you can go to the professors. I think they would all welcome you, right? Even Professor Snape would be the same."

Neville's tone was very sincere.

It's obvious that they really care about Dylan.

Dylan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"Thank you for the reminder. It seems you've learned a lot under Professor Sprout's tutelage."

Upon hearing this, Neville scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "No, not really. Apart from studying herbs, I'm not good at anything else. Professor Sprout is willing to teach me everything he knows, so of course I have to try my best to learn as much as possible so as not to disappoint the professor."

Dylan nodded slightly: "Good, a very good attitude. Keep it up. I think you will definitely become a renowned professor of herbalism in the magical world in the future."

In fact, this wasn't the first time Dylan had told him this.

Although Neville was still embarrassed, a sense of confidence also rose in his heart.

Since enrolling.

He has now gradually found the path he wants to take in the future.

With the encouragement of his friends and the guidance of his professors, he truly felt that he was completely different and transformed from when he first enrolled.

"Dylan, your divination skills have been verified by divination professors. Since you say so, I will take your good wishes."

Neville grinned sheepishly, "I'll work even harder from now on! I hope that in ten years, I can become someone who won't let the professor down, nor will I let you down!"

Dylan chuckled and shrugged. "All you have to do is not disappoint yourself. Nobody lives for someone else. Remember that."

After speaking, Dylan walked to his desk, took out a Ravenclaw classic, and began to study it carefully.

Neville paused for a moment, pondering Dylan's words. He didn't disturb Dylan's reading, but instead sat down at the desk, found a book on herbal medicine, and began to review it.

Time slips away quietly.

until night.

It's getting late.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened.

Harry and the others had just returned to their dorm room.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open.

A cold wind, carrying a hint of chill from outside, crept in.

Fortunately, it wasn't too cold, just a little chilly.

Ron and Harry strolled in one after the other.

The feeling was like hugging and gnawing on a Dementor for three days and three nights.

The hems of both of their robes were damp with night dew.

Ron immediately threw his heavy schoolbag onto the bed.

"Boom"

A muffled thud was heard; the schoolbag wasn't thrown onto the bed, but landed on the floor.

Ron didn't bother picking it up and collapsed onto the bed.

Spread out your limbs.

It looks like a soft-legged shrimp whose bones have been removed.

He turned his head to look at Dylan, who was still reading, and even Neville was still reading. He couldn't help but mumble something indistinctly.

"Merlin's Goddess, it's so late, why aren't you in bed? You're still reading?"

He said weakly, "I feel nauseous just looking at books now. That paper Snape assigned is killing me..."

Dylan turned to look at the seemingly weak-willed Ron: "Didn't I leave some annotations for Harry? Why don't you just copy some of them?"

Harry wasn't much better off; he took off his fogged-up glasses and wiped them haphazardly with his sleeve.

“I added a few more sentences to what you wrote for me and finished the paper quickly, but Ron hasn’t even finished the whole paper yet. He only has a few annotations, which are too brief. Even if he wrote everything, it wouldn’t count as a complete paper.”

Dylan shrugged upon hearing this.

Then you can't blame him for that.

It's because Ron can't utter a single fart.

If you can't organize the framework of the paper properly, even if some of your ideas are groundbreaking, it won't make any difference.

Harry sat down on his bed: "The library lights were almost off when we came out, but thankfully, I finally finished all my assignments."

His voice was heavy with fatigue, and his usually bright green eyes were also clouded with weariness.

It seems that even the most energetic person would be completely worn down by attending classes, playing ball, doing homework, and learning the Guardian Charm all at the same time.

Dylan gently raised his wand, but after thinking for a moment, he put it down.

"Since you're tired, then get some rest. I reckon you'll fall asleep soon after lying down for a bit."

Dylan spoke.

"When you wake up tomorrow morning, I'll cast a spell to dispel your fatigue, and you'll be full of energy again to train with Wood."

Harry forced a smile: "Thank you. It's a good thing you were here, Dylan, otherwise I might have really been exhausted."

Dylan waved his hand: "I'm sure I won't die from exhaustion, but it's quite possible that you might faint and fall while flying in the air."

Ron was lying in bed, his eyelids almost closed.

However, he was still muttering under his breath: "It's one thing for us who are rushing to finish our homework to come back so late, but Hermione, who does homework every day, is still doing it with us until this late. Just how much does she have to learn..."

"No matter how she studies, she'll never be able to beat Dylan. I really don't know what she's so competitive about."

Neville then turned around and looked at Ron with disapproval: "How can learning be about competing? Dylan said that learning is for yourself. If you master the knowledge, you'll always have a chance to use it in the future."

Ron pouted and made a plopping sound.

"Okay, okay, you're right, it's always good to learn more."

He rolled over and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.

A soft snore could be heard.

Neville blinked, then turned his head away. Instead of continuing to read, he placed the bookmark in the book and gently closed it.

He was a little tired at the moment.

I read for over an hour straight.

The curfew is about to start.

It's really time to go to sleep now.

Wait until he sits back on the edge of the bed.

Simo winked at him: "Now you can read this late too, just like Dylan."

Neville scratched his head and pulled back the blanket: "You become like the company you keep!"

Harry listened to what the others were saying, cleansed himself thoroughly, and then threw a punch at Ron before finally lying down on the bed.

Neville is right.

Perhaps it's true that one is influenced by one's surroundings.

Having shared a dorm room with Dylan for so long, he's found himself studying much harder now than when he first arrived at school.

Their desire to explore magic and knowledge has also become even stronger.

During class, he never gets distracted; instead, he listens attentively and carefully to everything the professor says.

He may lack some understanding, but that's perfectly normal.

Even through his efforts, his performance in Potions class reduced the frequency with which Professor Snape deducted points from him.

However, Professor Snape's ability to spot faults was also top-notch.

Even if Harry does one thing well.

There are always some mistakes that can be found.

Dylan closed the book, flipped his hand, and put it into his spatial storage.

He doesn't leave his things lying around; instead, he puts them all into the system's control panel.

Having a super-large, possibly unlimited, storage space and leaving it unused would be truly insane.

Cleanse your body with magic.

Dylan lay down on the bed.

Eyes closed.

I took a short nap.

Wait until midnight.

It's quiet at night.

He then slowly opened his eyes again.

Then, his figure turned into a black shadow, and finally disappeared completely.

……

Edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The shadows under the trees looked as if they had been soaked in ink.

Even the moonlight could only stingily let through a few strands.

Dylan appeared quietly in the woods behind Hagrid's cabin.

He looked around but didn't see Luna. Instead, he saw two cold eyes staring at him from a patch of grass.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and stared intently.

A large head rose up and peeked out from the grass.

"Serquill?"

The owner of the eyes was a winged beast with the head of a hippogriff.

And he's an old acquaintance of Dylan's.

At this moment, Serquil was half-lying on the ground, her front paws tucked into her chest, her head held high, and her piercing eyes staring at Dylan, even the downy hair on her ears was taut.

Clearly, it sensed someone approaching and was on alert.

However, when it saw that the person who came was Dylan, it paused slightly, and its tense neck gradually relaxed, and its head, which had been held high, lowered slightly.

Dylan didn't see Luna, nor was he worried that the girl would be caught by Filch.

He walked straight up to Serquil.

"Why are you still lying here by yourself?" Dylan chuckled and patted its big head.

"gollum"

A gurgling sound came from Serquil's throat.

Then, with a powerful push from his hind legs, he stood up.

It folded most of its outstretched wings, revealing a horse's body covered in fine scales.

Its guarded posture vanished, and its gaze swept sideways at Dylan, as if scrutinizing his presence or questioning why he hadn't come to see it for so long and was only now appearing before it.

Dylan could tell what the guy was thinking just by looking at its somewhat resentful little eyes, so he took out a piece of fragrant roasted meat.

This is what he left over from feeding Norbert.

Norbert has been acting strangely lately, becoming a bit picky about food.

Not only has it stopped eating some things, but it seems to be unable to finish even its favorite barbecue lately.

This is a good opportunity for Dylan to feed Serquil.

Although the grilled meat was a bit cold, it still smelled delicious.

Dylan then used magic to heat it up, making it even more fragrant.

Dylan then casually pointed, and a spell to seal off their scent locked them in place.

Anyway, Hagrid's cabin is over there.

If you let Ya Ya smell the aroma and wake up hungry, barking loudly, Hagrid will surely wake up too.

It wasn't that Dylan was afraid Hagrid would find him when he woke up; it's just that he hadn't made plans with Hagrid to meet him in the woods today.

He really didn't want to release Norbert today so that Hagrid could see him.

—Not to mention that Norbert is already asleep.

Recently, Norbert has become a bit picky about food and also a bit sleepy.

Ravenclaw speculated that this was likely due to the dragon growing larger.

So Dylan didn't want to wake little Beta, who was sleeping soundly, in the middle of the night.

"Susu"

Serquill's ears twitched.

His eyes were fixed on the roast meat in Dylan's hand.

It took two steps forward, its massive body creating a gust of wind.

Then it lowered its head and brought its beak close to sniff.

The next moment, a distinctly pleasurable low growl came from its throat.

They were clearly drawn in by the aroma.

And let me tell you, the roast meat Dylan prepared for Norbert was all carefully cooked by him, made with his secret sauce; it would be strange if it wasn't delicious.

Dylan raised his hand, bringing the barbecue closer.

Serquill also gently opened his mouth, the sharp edge of his beak brushing against Dylan's fingers, but very gently, only picking up a corner of the meat without even poking Dylan's skin.

The barbecue had just been taken away.

Then I heard two smacking sounds.

Then came a gurgling sound.

Serquill swallowed the whole piece of meat.

"Here you go, I have more."

Dylan waved his right hand.

Six or seven pieces of roasted meat appeared on the ground.

They weren't very big.

Some of them were leftover scraps from Norbert.

Dylan couldn't bear to throw it away; he had originally planned to feed it to the basilisk.

But since I've run into Serquil, I might as well feed him.

Serquill did not find anything unusual.