Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 103 Oh, Principal, I am so grateful to you

"So, in the end, when Harry was protecting you, the power from the scar between his eyebrows drove away Voldemort?"

Dylan glanced at Hermione and Ron.

The two nodded.

"The professors all know about this, right?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.

"...The headmaster knows. We only told him the details, but Headmaster Dumbledore has probably told other professors about it," said Hermione.

"I understand." Dylan turned to look at the closed door of the school infirmary. "We can't get in, right?"

Ron nodded aside, "Madam Pomfrey won't let us in."

Dylan twitched his lips: "Then why did Professor McGonagall bring me here?"

Hermione and Ron paused, looked at each other, and then looked at Dylan together: "Because Harry is unconscious!"

Dylan: /--マ
He waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I get it, but I think Harry will wake up soon, don't worry."

Dylan finished speaking and prepared to leave. "I still have a few books to read today. You guys should go eat something quickly. Aren't you tired after all this time?"

Ron's eyes blinked. "But Harry's still here..."

"I know, I know, but Madam Pomfrey is here to look after Harry. Can you help by staying here?"

Hermione pursed her lips: "You have a point."

"Yeah." Dylan smiled.

"So you can come with me and get some food, then I'll go to the library and you can go back and relax for a while."

"When you wake up, come and see if Harry is awake. If he is awake, you can come to the library to find me - I will be happy that he has woken up."

"Huh?" Ron couldn't help scratching his head, feeling a little strange after hearing Dylan's nonsensical words.

But at this time his eyelids were already twitching.

After tossing and turning for so long that night, and after Harry fell into a coma, he was so scared that he couldn't sleep at all and waited here the whole night.

It's really a bit unbearable.

"Then let's go eat something first. I'm really hungry." Ron pulled Dylan's arm and walked forward.

Hermione looked back at the closed door of the school infirmary, frowned, and turned and left with the two of them.

Dylan spent the whole day in the library.

No one came to see him at all.

I don't know if Ron and Hermione slept the whole day.

Anyway, when he got home at night, Ron was still sleeping soundly in bed.

Dylan tidied up and went to bed.

He did not go to study with the professors today. One reason was that he really wanted to read some books that interested him, and he had gained a lot today.

Another point is that the professors are busy with their own things, especially since the exams have just ended and students can prepare for vacation, but the professors still have a lot of things to do.

——Especially since there is still a Quirrell who is not dead.

Therefore, it was naturally inconvenient for Dylan to disturb the professors.

Another night passed.

Dylan got up as usual, but Ron was still sleeping soundly.

"Is this because of Voldemort's fright?"

Dylan smacked his lips, then stood up and left to go out for dinner.

Before heading to the restaurant, he first went to the Owlery and fed Luna some meat sticks.

——Now, after one school year, his assets have made considerable progress.

There is no need to buy only a portion of high-quality meat strips as pitifully as in the beginning.

——Now he can spend a huge amount of money to provide Luna with three meals a day, and each meal will contain ferret meat strips!

After feeding Luna and eating, Dylan continued to the library.

In the morning, Ron came running over.

"Harry's awake?" Dylan looked up from a pile of books.

Ron nodded repeatedly.

"Then let's go see him."

Dylan didn't really want to go. He thought that if he fainted, he would faint, and if he woke up, he would wake up. Nothing would happen, so there was no need to look around.

But looking at Ron's eager eyes, Dylan felt that it was normal to go and comfort a friend who was sick.

After he and Ron arrived at the school infirmary.

Dylan looked at Harry, who was half-sitting on the hospital bed.

At this moment, his face was pale and his thin body made him look quite frail.

"Oh, what a poor child."

Dylan sat on the bench next to Harry's bed.

"How do you feel now?"

Harry's voice was a little weak: "I'm fine, I just feel a little tired and want to sleep all the time."

"My God, you've slept for a full day and two nights - more!" Ron glared.

Hermione was actually relieved to see Harry wake up: "You can sleep as much as you want - but you must eat something first, otherwise you will starve to death."

"Have Professor Dumbledore and the others come to see you?" Dylan asked again.

"Not yet." Harry shook his head.

"Oh, but I think they will come here soon after hearing that you woke up," Dylan said.

When he finished speaking, Harry's expression became a little hesitant.

Dylan noticed this and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, tilting his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Dylan. "The You-Know-Who is just a spirit, yet he managed to keep me unconscious for so long... You faced him alone? You weren't hurt, or—affected at all?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled, "Of course not. Professor Dumbledore arrived quickly, and Voldemort had no chance to attack me."

"Oh, so that's good." Harry seemed to be relieved and his expression relaxed.

Dylan glanced at him.

When Harry and the others arrived, Dumbledore was already standing there.

It was impossible for Harry not to see it, so how could he know that he was the only one facing Voldemort's dark magic?

And also asked him if he was affected?

——"I'm afraid it was Old Dumbledore who asked Harry to ask these questions."

Dylan curled his lips calmly, but didn't think anything of it.

At this moment, Harry said with some hesitation: "Um, Dylan, when you were alone with Voldemort, did he ever mention my parents to you?"

"What do you mean we're alone together? It's like we're on a date." Dylan's mouth twitched.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just meant that you two..."

"There are three, and there's Quirrell too!"

"Yes, yes, the three of you. Did he ever mention it to you at the time?"

"Of course not. Why would Voldemort mention your parents to me for no apparent reason?"

Harry was not too disappointed when he heard this. Obviously, this answer was within his expectations.

He just sighed and said, "I really want to know why Voldemort brutally killed my parents."

Dylan fluttered his eyes twice: "This..."

He really knew, but he couldn't say it out loud.

So he could only shrug.

"Who knows? Maybe the next time you run into Voldemort, you can ask him."

"Ask Voldemort directly?" Harry looked up.

"That's right." Dylan nodded slightly. "I saw it in the prophecy. You and Voldemort will definitely meet again."

"Divination?" Harry paused.

Before he could ask anything else.

Suddenly, the door of the school clinic was opened again.

But the person who came was not Madam Pomfrey, but old Dumbledore.

- After all, she had taken care of Harry for such a long time, and had to take time to look after a troublesome and always sick mouse. Madam Pomfrey also needed a rest.

Old Deng poked his big head in through the crack in the door.

"Kids, Potter still needs to rest. You've been talking for a long time. It's time to go back."

Everyone in the room looked towards the door.

Dylan looked back at Old Deng.

The other party happened to look over at this time.

"Mr. Hawkwood, I always feel like you still owe me one or two thanks."

Dylan blinked. He suddenly remembered the letter that Tohag had sent along with the permit to feed Wuying when he had helped him get it.

The content of the letter seemed to ask him to take some time to thank Old Deng. After all, it was Old Deng who almost helped him get the certificate.

However, he had just arrived at the school and had several full-level dark magic spells in his arms, so he really didn't dare to face Dumbledore alone.

So he kept putting it off until he completely put the matter behind him and forgot about it.

I didn't expect that the other party would suddenly bring it up again.

——Old Deng has such a good memory that he can still remember such a small thing!

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then raised his lips and said, "Professor Dumbledore, you are right. I owe you two thanks, once for processing the permit, and once for saving me this time."

"Haha, in that case..."

Dumbledore hadn't finished speaking when Dylan added.

"Thank you so much for helping me get the permit to keep the black shadow. I really like this magical creature, but it is often considered evil by some wizards."

"—but you know. This is obviously nonsense, because there are also many people who raise them. They are just a little darker and have some shadow abilities."

Dumbledore was stunned and was about to open his mouth when Dylan spoke again.

"Also, you saved me from Voldemort this time. I am so grateful to you!"

Dumbledore's beard twitched. "That's not necessarily the case."

"Why not? If it weren't for you, I might have been the one to die!"

"But no one died this time."

"You're right! You're absolutely right! It's because of your presence that no one has died! Otherwise, I believe that night would have been a river of blood!"

Dylan said with a serious expression and a stern look in his eyes: "Thank you so much!"

"..."

Dumbledore opened his mouth, then closed it.

What else had Severus taught him besides Occlumency and Potions?

How can this little mouth be so choking?

Dylan smiled gently at Dumbledore.

He has expressed all his gratitude here directly, let’s see what you, Old Deng, can say!
"Since you're so grateful to me, why don't you come to my office and chat with an old man like me? I'm sure you won't be reluctant, right?"

Dylan: “I was careless…”

Dylan's smile remained unchanged.

"Of course I do."

Dumbledore also narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Then follow me."

He turned and left, and before leaving, he asked Hermione and Ron to leave the school infirmary to give Harry more time to rest.

Dylan took a deep breath, said goodbye to Harry with Hermione and the others, and then walked out of the school infirmary.

Following Dumbledore, we arrived at the entrance to the third floor.

The stone stairs carried them and began to climb upwards.

Soon, the two arrived at the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The door slowly opened, and an old and mysterious smell hit me.

This was Dylan's first time here, and he couldn't help but look around curiously.

As soon as you step into the room, the first thing that catches your eye is the portraits covering the walls.

The person in the portrait was motionless, but Dylan felt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him.

Dylan's heart moved.

As for this old wall, every piece of cocoa is not simple.

Dylan actually feels that Duncan has evolved to a point where he can do everything that humans can do, and he can do things that... no one else can do.

If he had not mastered the system and could have achieved "metropolis" directly by changing the entries, he would not have been able to catch up with Dumbledore even if he studied for his whole life.

After all, Dumbledore evolved too quickly.

In Harry Potter and the Harry Potter film Harry Potter and the Harry Potter series, he was already able to see through the invisibility cloak.

By the time of Harry Potter 6, he had already started asking Harry for "water" frantically.

——That’s H2O.

Dylan felt that with this speed of evolution, no one in this world could catch up even if they tried their best without a system!

Facing such an old man, Dylan had heard many people shouting before that he had no practical experience -?
Dylan's eyes quickly swept across the portraits around the office, and then silently retracted them.

How harsh are the training conditions created by so many meritorious principals of past generations?
As Dylan walked in, he felt a group of people staring at him.

You know, these people can really move...

If he dared to try to "exercise" here, wouldn't all the black magic, red magic, white magic, and various forbidden techniques on the wall be launched at him?
With so many great men from past dynasties accompanying Dumbledore to practice magic, this is something that Dylan can't compare to when he goes to see Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape every day!
Who can still fight Dumbledore?

If one spell fails to work, someone else will immediately jump out and teach Dumbledore how to fight back!

Dylan followed Dumbledore into the room and glanced at the phoenix on the table again.

Gee!

Such a magical creature that exceeds the standard actually exists?

Dylan's attention was quickly drawn to the phoenix.

Beautiful, so beautiful!
It was so beautiful that he wanted to pluck out two of her hairs!
However, he only dared to think about it and did not dare to actually do it.

If he encounters a dragon, he can even fight it out.

——After all, he now has a giant dragon. When it grows up, he can add it to the dragon and form a dragon knight.

Even if you encounter a giant dragon, you may not be defeated.

But how do you fight this phoenix?
Even if he fought Voldemort, he could only do it seven or eight times at most.

If we fight with Phoenix...

How to play with infinite resurrection?
"Maybe this is what they mean: mock exams are much harder than the real exams."

Dylan stood in the middle of the room and looked at a basin built into the desk cabinet.

"This is the Pensieve..."

Dylan activated his Occlumency technique with all his might.

Don't dare to slack off at all.

Dumbledore sauntered back to his seat and plopped down.

Before he could even finish his words, without Dylan even seeing clearly, he took out a box of candy from his hand.

As Dumbledore opened the box, he said, "Sit down wherever you like, child. Make yourself at home."

"I have a special flavor of lemon sherbet here, would you like to try it?"

Dylan looked at the candy in Dumbledore's palm. Although he didn't eat it at all, his mouth was watering and a sour taste came to his heart.

"No thanks, I prefer fruits and vegetables to candy."

"Oh, a pretty healthy diet."

Dumbledore smiled and then threw the candy in his palm directly into his mouth.

"I heard that you are very interested in divination, and you even asked Potter and others for divination on some things, and they all came true in the end."

Dylan was a little surprised that Old Deng suddenly brought up this topic.

When did the news that he could tell fortunes reach Old Deng's ears?
However, Old Deng didn't talk to him about topics that he was more reluctant to talk about. As for divination, he was actually very interested in discussing it with the other party.

Dylan calmed his mind and stopped thinking about other things in this hellish principal's office.

He nodded at Dumbledore.

"Yes, I think divination is a very interesting thing. We can use it to predict some things that may happen in the future and try to make changes, or maintain the status quo, which will affect the new divination results."

"Divination involves fate, which is something that interests me very much."

Hear Dylan's answer.

Dumbledore smiled, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Child, it's great that you're interested in something, but I want to tell you that divination is an ancient and mysterious science. It's not just about foresight."

"It's indeed as you said. It's related to fate. During the divination process, you are also whispering to the universe. This is what a friend of mine told me."

Dumbledore seemed to be touched by the sour taste of his special lemon Sherbet, and his brows were knitted together.

"Wow, your friend seems to have some ideas about divination."

Dumbledore smiled, stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the clear sky over Hogwarts.

"It's just that I've been wondering whether divination really exists. Child, can you tell me your opinion?"

Of course, Lao Bi Deng - I mean Lao Dengtou.

Dylan kept his gaze averted, not meeting anyone on the wall or Dumbledore.

—Including the phoenix that kept staring at him as if it was looking at something strange.

"Actually, divination is something that seems grand when you talk about it, but it's actually quite trivial when you think about it."

"Oh? What do you say?"

(End of this chapter)