Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 118 Malfoy Daddy? Come and get scolded together!
The oak floor of Flourish and Blotts groaned under the weight of the crowd.

Dylan deftly walked past the two chattering witches and stuffed the textbook with the scent of ink into Harry's arms.

——He still stuffed the set of books into Harry's hands.

After all, after school starts, these books can be considered textbooks and will be used in class, so Harry doesn't have to buy them again.

Dylan happily put all the signed books Harry got from Lockhart into the space.

——Probably in order to put on a show in front of the reporters, Lockhart not only gave Harry and the others the textbooks they wanted to buy.

He even packaged all of his works into a complete set and sent them out.

And if there are ten signatures on one book, that’s nearly a hundred!
Even if he goes to the restricted area to read once a day, he can do this for more than three months!

It’s almost half a semester!

"Cool!"

Dylan was content.

"Dylan, why do you want Lockhart's autographed book? Do you like him too?"

Ron looked at Dylan's cheerful expression and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"I don't think he's handsome at all, and he always looks very smooth. I don't like him at all."

At this time, Hermione had already obtained Lockhart's autograph and walked out, just in time to hear Ron's words.

She frowned immediately and quickly walked over to Dylan and the others. She was about to refute Ron about how talented Lockhart was, but she heard Dylan suddenly whisper -

"It doesn't matter whether he's handsome or not. What's important is, didn't you hear what he just said?"

Ron was stunned: "What?"

Hermione and Harry both glanced over.

Dylan lowered his voice: "He will be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next!"

"Oh! I really didn't expect this, this is such a surprise!" Hermione's eyes lit up, "You don't know how surprised I was when I heard this just now!"

Harry blinked. "So you took his signed book, you want to?"

He hesitated for two seconds: "Sell it for a good price?"

Dylan shook his head: "How much can this be sold for——"

"A book could probably fetch dozens to hundreds of times its price," Hermione added.

D) Nani?!
This time it was Dylan's turn to be stunned.

Lockhart's shabby autographed book is actually so valuable?

This book costs about five Galleons. If I could turn it into 100 times that...

Isn't this just 500 Galleons?

For a moment.

Dylan suddenly wanted to become a middleman.

A book may earn less.

What about ten, fifty, or a hundred books?
But soon, Dylan calmed down.

First of all, being a middleman is not an easy job.

Secondly, there simply wouldn't be that many signed books for him to purchase.

Finally, things are valuable because they are rare. As the number of signed books increases, the price will naturally fall.

Therefore, after collecting his thoughts, Dylan lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I want his autograph—for another purpose!"

Hermione tilted her head. "What do you want to do?"

"You know, if you want to enter the restricted area, you must get the professors' signatures." Dylan smiled softly.

Ron and Harry both widened their eyes: "You've already set your sights on that place?"

Dylan glanced at them and said, "Why are you saying that? What do you mean I've already set my sights on that place?"

"Didn't you go there secretly when you wanted to find out Nicolas Flamel's identity?"

Harry smiled awkwardly. "In the end, because I didn't have the professor's signature, Madam Pince even chased me out with a feather duster."

Ron smacked his lips. "Then I suppose Lockhart's autograph isn't very useful—I don't like reading anyway."

Dylan rolled his eyes and said, "It's okay, go play somewhere else."

"Are you sure you want to use those signatures as passes to the restricted area? You won't be discovered, will you?" Ron poked the pile of hardcover books in Harry's arms with his wand, and the small portrait of Lockhart between the title pages was so surprised that it blew a kiss at him.

Harry suddenly felt the gilded corners of his new textbooks were particularly sharp, and the small portraits of Lockhart blinked their prying eyes, causing a fine line of cold sweat to form on the back of his neck.

——He really wanted to throw away all these books.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements." Dylan smiled casually.

After Ron and Harry learned why Dylan wanted Lockhart's autograph, although they had no intention of going to the restricted area, they still prepared to go up and ask for another autograph for their friend.

Since Hermione already had the autograph, she stood up next to Dylan.

The cover of "Hanging with Ghouls" in her hand had a crescent-shaped dent scratched by her nails, and the bronze and gold-plated title shone eerily under the chandelier.

After hesitating for a moment, Hermione whispered to Dylan, "You don't seem to have any good feelings towards him?"

Dylan raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this, and turned to look at Hermione in surprise.

This girl is so sensitive? She even noticed this?

He couldn't help but smile: "Why do you say that?"

Hermione looked at Dylan seriously. "You are a very polite person. You have never shown impatience towards any professor, let alone..."

She glanced at Harry and Dylan, who were standing in line behind Mrs. Molly, about to ask Lockhart for his autograph.

"A professor is being used simply as a tool—even though he hasn't taken up his position yet."

It turned out to be the case.

Dylan immediately understood what Hermione meant.

I have to say, she is indeed thoughtful.

It was Hermione who had first noticed how indifferent he was to Quirrell.

And now, although his attitude towards Lockhart was not as strong as his attitude towards Quirrell, and even contained a hint of hostility, he also had no respect at all.

——Even when it comes to Professor Binns, he would greet her seriously and politely.

Dylan smiled and shook his head. "I just divined something. The incoming Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a complete liar—you'll soon understand."

Hermione's expression was a little dull.

Liar...liar?
What liar?
The first feeling she had about Dylan's words was not questioning, but confusion.

——It is obvious to all how accurate Dylan’s divination is.

However, Hermione, who read about Lockhart's talent in his book, finally wanted to struggle.

"His writing is fascinating, so... I mean, what on earth is he deceiving people about?"

Dylan blinked. "I don't know. I just saw him being exposed."

Hermione was silent.

The two of them didn't speak again for a while.

But the next moment——

"Hey! Stop making noise!"

"Wait, don't do it!"

The sounds of shouting and footsteps intertwined, and Dylan's ears twitched and he looked up.

I saw a group of people gathered in front, pushing and shoving, looking around, and their heads moving around, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

But Dylan could tell who was speaking: "Mr. Arthur?"

Just when Dylan and Hermione were confused, they were about to break through the wall of people.

"boom!"

The bookshelf shook violently, and the violent shaking made the books on it totter.

"What's going on? Why are they fighting?" Dylan frowned.

Hermione rushed out directly: "Don't just stand there, let's go in and see what's going on!"

At this time, in the crowd.

Arthur Weasley's faded leather boots were stuck in the pile of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" books, and his red face looked like an enraged Hungarian Horntail in the cold light of Lucius's snake-head cane.

Lucius patted his arms with his hands and raised his chin slightly, but his nostrils were almost pointing to the sky.

At this moment, Hagrid's fan-like palm was suspended between the two of them, with half a gingerbread man's icing crumbs stuck between his fingers.

When Dylan and Hermione finally squeezed in, they found that Mr. Arthur and Malfoy had a conflict.

However, with Hagrid standing by, Lucius, who was about to start a fight, would obviously not gain any advantage - unless he used magic.

Mrs. Molly and Harry also rushed over. Seeing this situation, they immediately exclaimed: "Oh my God, what are you doing? Okay, I've got the autograph, let's get out of here!"

Mrs. Molly did not want to have a conflict with Malfoy and wanted to pull her husband and children away, but everyone on the field moved.

Hermione hurried to her parents and made sure that they were okay, then frowned and looked at little Malfoy beside Malfoy.

The soles of Dylan's sheepskin boots rolled over some gold foil fragments on the floor, making a slight shattering sound. He looked at little Malford Laco with a dull gaze.

Draco's face still had the usual arrogance of a Slytherin, but when he caught a glimpse of Dylan walking out from behind the "Curses and Counter-Curses" bookshelf, his body trembled, a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes, and the toes of his dragon-skin boots unconsciously turned towards the exit.

"Father!"

Lucius's long platinum hair gleamed coldly under the chandelier, and the emerald on the top of his snake-head cane suddenly emitted a faint light, making the Gryffindor emblem on Dylan's school robes look like a will-o'-the-wisp.

He keenly noticed his son's strange behavior, followed his gaze, and immediately locked onto Dylan.

Lucius looked at Dylan for a moment, his eyes narrowed, his gaze revealing a cold and scrutinizing look: "Who are you?"

Draco whispered, "Father, he is Hawkwood."

Lucius glanced sideways: "Am I asking you?"

Draco resisted the urge to curl his lips and fell silent again.

Lucius snorted and looked back at Dylan. "Are you the little fellow named Dylan who is admired by the professors at Hogwarts?"

He looked Dylan up and down, like he was sizing up some merchandise.

"Huh, after hearing the professors' introduction, I thought he was an outstanding guy."

He glanced at Hermione, the Weasleys, and the big, stupid guy beside Dylan, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"You're hanging out with these bastards. It seems like you won't be able to accomplish much in the future."

Dylan shifted his gaze from Draco and calmly met Lucius's gaze. His tone was calm, but there was a hidden sharpness in his voice.

"You're right. I just got full marks in all my subjects last school year, and won at least 300 points for Gryffindor, surpassing all other houses."

"--Unlike some disobedient students who had so many points deducted from their own house and were even put in solitary confinement--Gosh, waking up and hearing this news was truly shocking."

Dylan sighed. "I thought I'd taught this student enough lessons, but I didn't expect I still couldn't teach him a lesson. Maybe this is really my fault."

Draco suddenly started coughing violently, a sickly flush appeared on his pale cheeks, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, tightly grasping the cuffs of his robes. The silver-embroidered mandala pattern wrinkled into tangled vines under his knuckles.

What does he mean?
Failed to educate him well?
who do you think You Are?

Do you think you are my father?!

"Oh, by the way, even in Potions class, the potions I brew are always better than those of some of my classmates with average talents - or rather, I am the best student, and to me, everyone else's talents are naturally average."

Dylan raised his head, smoothed his hair, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Sometimes, I really don't know why I'm so good. Maybe it's just talent—a talent that doesn't require any bloodline to bless it."

After he finished speaking, both Harry and Ron twitched their lips.

Good brother, why do I feel like we have been hurt along with you...

The Weasley family around them were also shocked, looking at Dylan in disbelief as he talked freely and showed a smug expression from time to time.

——Is this still the well-behaved and polite little guy they usually see?
Could it be that he is possessed by some evil creature?
Lucius's face also darkened. He didn't expect that this Muggle-born guy would dare to refute him like this.

——And he’s even more arrogant than him!

There was a flicker of anger in his eyes.

But Lucius was a self-respecting and dignified man. He had almost behaved inappropriately just now, and he would not allow himself to behave ungracefully again.

Lucius snorted coldly and stared at Dylan: "I will remember you."

Dylan still had that dead look on his face: "Ah~ I understand. After all, I'm so outstanding. Anyone who sees me will remember me."

"..."

Lucius choked again.

Where did this little brat learn these words from???

He took a deep breath and said, "Real magic is far more than what we learn in the classroom! Don't get carried away!"

Lucius threw away his robes after saying this, and the tip of his cane made a sharp scraping sound on the floor. When he turned around, his dark green cloak swept over the pile of "Selected Medieval Witchcraft" books, and the portrait of the devil on the gold-embossed cover let out a painful roar.

"let's go!"

The father and son seemed to be leaving in a hurry.

"Gudu"

Ron swallowed.

Mr. Arthur came back to his senses and couldn't help grinning: "Unbelievable, Lucius was actually pissed off and left?"

Mrs. Molly also opened her mouth: "And by—a child?"

For a moment, everyone present turned their eyes to Dylan.

Dylan wasn't as embarrassed and awkward as Harry was when people were staring at him. After Lucius left, he withdrew his gaze from the system prompt of his achievement and became shy and innocent again.

"I'm sorry to have made you all laugh, but I'm actually not that good anymore."

Harry and the other two: "..."

The Weasleys: "..."

Only Hagrid laughed: "You are really outstanding!"

……

"Just now, when Malfoy and my father had a conflict, I noticed that Lockhart was still asking the reporter from the Daily Prophet to see if he could report what happened just now and include his name!"

Ron leaned over to Dylan and Hermione and whispered.

Hermione paused, thinking of what Dylan had said to her before, and said nothing.

A group of people bought their things and said goodbye to each other.

Dylan also suggested at this time that he would go home and not disturb the Weasley family anymore.

"Oh, dear, are you not used to living at home?" Mrs. Molly looked at Dylan nervously.

Dylan raised the corners of his lips and said, "No, Ma'am, I've been living well thanks to your care during this period. It's just that my parents are back from vacation, so I'm going back to spend some time with them."

"Well, this is too sudden. I had been planning to make a big dinner before you left - we haven't even sat down together for a big meal yet." Mrs. Molly looked regretful.

"It's okay, ma'am, I'll come to bother you again next holiday - if Ron invites me." Dylan said.

"He will definitely invite you!" Mrs. Molly said affirmatively.

Ron nodded repeatedly: "I will write to you as soon as I have a holiday!"

"...There's no need to be so early." Dylan's eyelids twitched.

The holiday time is a good opportunity for him to make Karsus famous.

——No matter how much you want to remain mysterious, you have to pop up from time to time, right?

"Thank you again. I've been very happy during this time. You've become like another part of my family. And you, Harry—don't be late for school."

Dylan, Mrs. Molly, and the others hugged each of them one by one, then gave some instructions to Harry and Ron before turning and leaving.

Fred's voice came from behind -

"Remember to stay in our house next time! You're always welcome to sleep in George's bed!"

"Hey! Why isn't it yours?"

"What's mine is mine!"

"No, Dylan still has to sleep in my bed!"

The twins started arguing while chatting.

Dylan smiled and waved his hand: "I hope you won't continue to do explosions at night next time."

"Of course not—"

George and Fred's voices had just been heard.

Mrs. Molly suddenly spoke up, "You actually pulled your prank in the middle of the night? And there was an explosion? Why didn't I see any signs of an explosion when I was cleaning your room?"

She grabbed George by the ear.

"Ah! Oops, I let it slip!"

"Mom, listen to our explanation! It was Dylan who helped us restore the room after waking up during the day!"

"Oh my god, you actually want guests to clean up your house? Come home with me! I have to teach you a lesson!"

Dylan's smile deepened as he listened to the noise behind him.

"When there are many people in the house, it's lively."

He didn't use the Floo powder to get home.

——Floo powder couldn't help him get home.

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Dylan took the bus directly back home.

It was his parents who opened the door for him.

Dylan greeted them. After all, the three of them hadn't seen each other for a while, so they sat down and chatted for a while.

Dylan told them about his life at the Weasley house during this time and what wizarding houses were like.

The two of them were so engrossed in hearing this that they couldn't stop talking: "I don't know if your mother and I will ever have the chance to learn magic."

Dylan blinked. "For now, no."

Hubert and Maeve both showed regretful expressions.

"But once your son becomes more advanced in his research into potions, he might be able to create a potion that allows him to use magic even without any magical power."

Dylan thought of Ron's father and added, "And there are many Muggle items that can be enchanted and become magical items. Maybe you can use them in the future."

"Really? Then we'll look forward to it."

After the two men sent Dylan back to his room, they went out again and didn't know what they were doing.

——Dylan had already told them in advance that there was no need to call him out today because he would be studying something special and could not be disturbed.

For this reason, the Hawkwoods once again dismissed the servants.

The two of them ran away soon after.

After Dylan arrived at his room, he looked at the bedroom which was not too familiar to him, took out his suitcase, opened it, and got in.

After this period of cultivation, Dylan has cultivated another wave of cockroaches. The cockroaches are wriggling in a group, which looks a bit disgusting.

In addition to cockroaches, spiders also gave birth to many babies, forming a small spider nest.

There was a rustling sound like silk rubbing against each other as a group of spiders tore into the food that Dylan had left behind.

Seeing that there was not much food left, Dylan casually scattered a handful of minced meat, which fell on the spider web, causing a commotion.

Apart from these two types of bugs, Dylan basically killed all the others during his first practice.

Those species reproduced too slowly and were not worth Dylan's time to cultivate.

"Not bad, give birth soon."

Dylan sprinkled a handful of minced meat and vegetable leaves on the cockroaches.

Looking at the densely packed swarm of cockroaches and spiders that were trapped, Dylan smiled.

Because there is plenty of food, Dylan will kill these little bugs if their numbers exceed a certain limit, so they get along relatively peacefully.

Dylan was not in a hurry to start the finishing task right away, but first took a look at the achievement prompt that he had completed when he caught Malfoy and his son scolding each other.

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[Message]: Congratulations on your new achievement!

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Dylan clicked on the small icon and entered the achievements page.

A new achievement was gleaming, reminding Dylan of its existence.

(End of this chapter)