Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 122: Cornish Elves? A "good helper" for brewing potions~

The humid air in the greenhouse is filled with the unique humus smell of manure.

In the first class, Professor Sprout simply asked everyone to review how to repot the mandrake.

Harry soon returned and joined Ron's group.

The rhizomes of the mandrake are still as ugly as ever, and their crying is very noisy, but with the experience of last semester, everyone handled it relatively smoothly.

Last school year, even though they were required to repot the mandrakes as part of their assessment, they were still grouped in groups of four.

But now Professor Sprout requires two people to help complete the repotting task.

- This semester they even have to master the art of repotting mandrakes on their own.

"Be careful, even if these mandrakes haven't grown yet, their crying won't kill you, but it will make you unconscious."

Professor Sprout reminded everyone, "I don't want any of you to miss the first day of school."

Dylan wore earmuffs, and his leather gloves gleamed coldly in the morning dew.

Dylan was in a group with Neville. He didn't even have to do much, but Neville successfully transplanted the mandrake from one pot to another.

After Neville finished, Dylan also started to operate. The roots of the mandrake wanted to struggle, but he held them firmly in his hands.

——Dylan even took the opportunity to cut off a few of its rhizomes and tentacles.

This made the young mandrake cry even louder, its hoarse screams almost penetrating the soundproofing cotton of its earmuffs.

But when Professor Sprout looked over and saw that the mandrake was struggling so violently, but Dylan was still holding it easily in his hand, he nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems like even after a summer vacation, this little guy's skills haven't gotten any rusty at all!"

The first class went by quickly.

——Practical classes are always much faster than theoretical classes.

Wait until after class.

Dylan removed his earmuffs and flicked his wand: "Scourgify!"

The magic cleaned the dirt off him, Neville, Harry and the others.

Ron followed them, a numb look on his face: "God, I think it will take four people to subdue this horrible thing!"

Harry was in the same group with Ron, and unexpected things happened frequently during the class. He nodded when he heard what his good brother said.

"I guess Professor Sprout might ask us to repot the mandrake alone for the end-of-year assessment! I'm really worried that I won't be able to catch it then!" Ron wailed.

Then he looked at Neville: "Last semester I remember you changed the pots of these guys by yourself, right? How did you do it?"

"Well... just do it slowly, like you would pet Mibu Mibao."

"In fact, if you pull the mandrake out of the pot directly, it will scream loudly. But if you do it slowly, its struggle will weaken."

Neville told Ron about his experience.

The few of them walked without stopping, and after coming out of the greenhouse, they headed straight for the Transfiguration classroom.

“It’s really a familiar rush class session.”

Dylan and his companions strode down the road, through the corridors of the castle, and arrived at the classroom.

Professor McGonagall's course is a combination of theory and practice. The first half of the class is basically about explaining the key points of the transformation process.

In the second half of the class, Professor McGonagall asked the students to turn a frog into a gem.

——Dylan just waved his wand without even reciting the spell clearly.

In the emerald light of the spell, the green frog that was squatting and hopping beside the ink bottle suddenly froze and croaked.

Its slimy skin crystallized into countless facets at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its webbed feet transformed into diamond-cut surfaces that refracted sunlight into rainbow spots.

Professor McGonagall looked over and smiled with satisfaction. "Mr. Hawkwood did a great job. Quick and accurate. Ten points for Gryffindor."

Dylan was bored, so he kept deforming the diamond in front of him.

——He was trying to transform the diamond into a diamond frog that had life, could move on its own, and was no different from a normal frog.

When the students around him saw his actions, they all lowered their heads.

at this time.

"Oh!"

An explosion suddenly sounded.

Without even turning his head, Dylan cast a cleansing spell in Seamus's direction.

But when he looked at Ximo, he found that the other party was standing there in a daze, blinking his eyes.

The frog in front of him was still croaking lonely.

Seamus raised his wand and stared at Dylan blankly.

"Huh, wasn't the explosion caused by Seamus?" Dylan turned his head and found that the noise just now seemed to be caused by Ron.

Ron, covered in dust, was holding a wand wrapped in tape, with a wisp of smoke slowly dissipating from the tip.

—Ron's wand broke.

This was also one of the reasons why he was so depressed yesterday.

In front of Ron, the frog that was supposed to turn into a sapphire was croaking with a charred crown on its head.

"Poor little guy."

Dylan cast another cleansing spell on Ron, and then continued to study the crystal frog in front of him.

The transformation between dead and living things also involves certain ancient knowledge recorded in the Jewish Book of Abraham.

—Dylan is referring to how the inanimate crystal frog becomes alive in the form of crystal.

Professor McGonagall obviously noticed Dylan's actions and walked over to stand beside Dylan, observing his research.

As her silver and green wizard robe brushed past the corner of Dylan's desk, it brought with it a scent mixed with mint and cedar.

At this moment, under Dylan's focused study, the crystal clear frog-shaped gem in front of him suddenly trembled its hind legs, and its agate-inlaid eyeballs rolled around twice.

"No, the strength is not enough. This is all I can do for now."

But even so, Professor McGonagall's lips curled up slightly and she gave a reminder.

"Try the active transformation I told you about."

Dylan did as he was told, and soon a lifelike crystal frog that could jump and dance appeared in front of him.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall's smile grew wider, and she tapped the scoring hourglass with her wand. The golden-red gem rain immediately stirred up a pleasant tinkling sound in the Gryffindor hourglass.

There were no overly complicated operations in the entire transformation class.

After the successful completion, Dylan went to the restaurant with Neville, Harry and others.

From a distance, Dylan saw a little boy with a camera hanging around his neck.

Dylan greeted Harry and then took Neville to another table.

Harry was stunned for a moment, but finally he and Ron moved to Hermione's side. They looked at Ron's broken wand and started chatting in low voices.

After Neville sat down next to Dylan, he took out his schedule before eating.

"Dylan, we're going to have Defense Against the Dark Arts this afternoon. Professor Lockhart... I just can't seem to like him."

"He's really quite strange."

Dylan took a steak, cut it into small pieces, and ate it slowly.

As for Lockhart, he was not prepared to learn any knowledge about Defense Against the Dark Arts from him.

——But this doesn't mean that he has to break up with Lockhart.

After all, this guy's level of Oblivion Spell is still very high. If Dylan can let the other party teach him how to use the Oblivion Spell, he is still willing to be superficial with him.

After dinner, Dylan took the opportunity to take out "Transfiguration Today" and began to look through the content he had not seen during the vacation.

——He has to make up for it as soon as possible.

Wait until the afternoon class.

Dylan didn't sit at the front, but he didn't squeeze to the back either. Instead, he found a seat in the middle.

Neville blinked and walked over to Dylan, sitting on his right.

Whether Dylan sits in the front row or further back—he better follow.

Because Dylan did this, there must be a reason why he did it.

Just like last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Dylan always sat in this awkward position.

Finally, I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore that Professor Quirrell was dismissed because he made some huge mistakes.

And what Professor Quirrell taught in class was pretty... not very good.

Neville thought at that time that Dylan was very foresighted in not sitting in the first row!

So Neville believed that this time would be the same.

Wait until everyone is seated and the bell rings.

Lockhart then stepped into the classroom as the bell rang.

"Please put the books we are going to study on the table."

After seeing the book cover of himself smiling and winking appeared on all the students' desktops.

Lockhart laughed too.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Winner of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and five-time winner of the Witcher Weekly Most Charming Smile Award, but—"

"You know, I'm a low-key person who never shows off. I didn't drive away the Wanlun ghost with a smile."

Lockhart said and began to smirk at the students.

This isn't over yet. Dylan looked at the magic test paper handed out by Lockhart, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Neville beside him looked even more embarrassed.

There were fifty questions written all over this magic test paper.

Pick any few of them and they will make you dizzy.

Q: What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest ideal?
Q: What was Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest magical achievement?
Q: Where does Gilderoy Lockhart rank in terms of influence in the wizarding world?
……

Q: What gift would you give Gilderoy Lockhart?
A vein on Dylan's forehead jumped at the last question.

God damn, Dylan couldn't understand it.

How crazy does a person have to be to specially compile such a test paper and ask questions to students in the first class of a prestigious college?
Dylan gritted his teeth and glanced at the guy standing on the podium and grinning foolishly.

The password can block the sand and avoid the real wind.

Is this part of the plot in the original drama?

For this test paper, Dylan filled in a few answers casually and ignored the rest, pretending to know nothing.

——In fact, after flipping through several of Lockhart's books, although he did not read them carefully, he found that Lockhart boasted too much in the books.

He was more or less forced to see some of it.

So even if he didn't get full marks on the test, at least he could answer most of the questions.

However, there would be no benefit in completing this test, and Dylan certainly would not bother to give an answer that would satisfy Lockhart.

Compared to Dylan's casual attitude, although Hermione had realized from Dylan's suggestions and Lockhart's exaggerated performance that he might not be as brilliant as he appeared, she still chose to fill the entire test paper.

——Even got 90 points.

It was the highest score in the class. Lockhart was so happy that he gave it a perfect score.

"I never thought that a little lion from Gryffindor would be so obsessed with me. Not bad! Ten points for Gryffindor, no, fifteen!"

Hermione's eyelids twitched.

However, this doesn't seem to be the limit of what Lockhart can show.

He bent down and took out a shaking cage covered with a black cloth from the empty slot under the podium.

"Since your answers are not very satisfactory to me, and some of you even handed in a blank paper—"

Lockhart glanced at Dylan.

"So I will let you face the most terrifying thing you have ever known in this classroom!"

"Of course, I'm standing right here - relax, they won't cause you any harm - after all, I'm here."

Lockhart laughed and removed the black cloth.

Instead, Dylan saw a group of bluish Cornish pixies jumping up and down in the cage, making sharp chirping sounds.

"They are eight inches tall. What's lesser known is that the small antennae on their heads and the dragonfly-like wings on their backs can be used as adjuvants in potions."

This is a point of knowledge that Dylan found after reading a lot of potion books.

These two materials contain special magical factors that can be used as trace additives to enhance the activity of the potion and speed up the circulation of the potion in the body.

However, when brewing potions, only a small amount of these two ingredients should be added. If too much is added, the magical properties of the potion will become too active and unstable.

But in Dylan's view, this instability may also lead to unpredictable results to a certain extent.

This actually helped him to go further in studying the variability of potions, and in touching and testing the boundaries of their effects.

"I was thinking of asking Hagrid to catch some for me when I got back, but now, it seems there is no need."

Dylan tilted his head and watched Lockhart open the cage door.

In an instant, the elves jumped out of the cage like arrows, and in a moment, they filled the entire classroom like blue lightning.

Wherever he passed, there was chaos.

The elves were wreaking havoc wantonly. Some of them tore down the portraits on the wall, while others threw the students' textbooks all over the floor.

Even the "Lockhart Question Paper" on which Hermione got full marks was torn into snowflake-like pieces.

The students were frightened by this sudden situation and started screaming. They jumped up from their seats and ran around. Many of them even hid under the tables.

The classroom suddenly became a mess.

"Calm down! Calm down! Listen to me and get them together!"

Lockhart shouted loudly in the front, trying to take control of the situation, but in the noise, no one was listening to what he said.

Lockhart frowned, his wand pointed in the air.

"All those annoying pests are gone!"

Lockhart shouted and tried to cast a spell to subdue these guys, but embarrassingly, the spell he recited had no effect at all, and the elves continued to make trouble as usual.

To make matters worse, the moment Lockhart raised his wand, a blue-skinned elf flew over and snatched the wand from his hand.

Then, like throwing a dart, it shattered the window and sent the wand flying out.

Lockhart's face turned pale instantly. He glanced out the window in panic, then looked at the messy classroom.

He soon noticed Dylan, who was sitting quietly in his seat, and no Cornish pixie dared to approach him.

Lockhart's eyes lit up. "Weren't you top of the class last year? Now, I order you to catch all of these guys and clean up the classroom. I'll give Gryffindor extra points!"

After saying that, he ran out of the door, saying, "I'm going to get my wand back. I'll be right back!"

Seeing Lockhart hurriedly leaving the classroom, Dylan turned around and found that Neville was surrounded by several blue elves in fear, amid the evil laughter of a group of Cornish elves and the sound of overturned tables and chairs.

Their slender, powerful hands grabbed Neville's clothes tightly, trying to pull him into the air and then drag him towards the chandelier above his head.

Neville struggled desperately, kicking his feet in the air.

Dylan narrowed his eyes, drew a circle with his wand, and swung it violently.

"Vigmo Transfiguro!"

This is a special Transfiguration Spell that he specially designed, which can transform the target he wants to transform on a large scale.

When he finished speaking.

"Shh!"

The spell was like an invisible wave, spreading out in all directions with Dylan as the center.

The Cornish elves, who were originally showing their fangs and claws, suddenly stiffened.

Under the power of the spell, their bodies gradually shrank, and their transparent wings slowly folded in, solidifying into the metal arc of a key ring with some delicate decorative patterns. The outlines of their pointed ears and small pointed faces became round and cute, and their ferocious fangs turned into cute wavy patterns.

In the end, all the Cornish elves were transformed into small and exquisite key chains.

"Susu"

The blue-skinned elves that turned into keychains fell from the air one after another, scattered on the ground, and made crisp crashing sounds.

The chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.

"Merlin's stockings!" Seamus's exclamation startled the stuffed owl that was trying to hide on the windowsill.

Dylan twirled his wand: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

As the spell took effect, the key chains floated up again, moving towards Dylan, and finally formed a neat queue in mid-air.

Dylan smiled, opened the backpack he was carrying, waved his wand lightly, and the key chains jumped into his backpack one by one.

Only after Dylan put the last Cornish elf keychain into his pocket and zipped up his pants did he look around.

The originally tidy classroom was in a mess, with tables and chairs lying all over the floor, and books and papers scattered everywhere.

His classmates also looked embarrassed. Some had messy hair and wrinkled clothes, while others slowly poked their heads out from under the table and looked out cautiously.

"Reparo!"

"Tidying Charm!"

Dylan first cast a spell to restore it to its original state, and then cast a spell to organize it.

The tables and chairs that were tilted to one side were picked up one after another, and with a few "bangs", they were put back in their original places steadily.

The books scattered on the ground also floated automatically and then stacked on the table.

The portrait that had been pulled crooked by the blue elves was automatically straightened at this moment, and the person in the frame carefully crawled out from the edge of the frame.

All of a sudden, everything became clear and straight, as if the chaos just now had never happened.

The students around him all stared with their eyes wide open, stunned.

Dylan smiled and said, "I'll take these troublemakers away. They won't cause trouble again."

Upon hearing this, the tense nerves of the students around him finally relaxed a little, their expressions gradually softened, and many of them looked at Dylan with envy and admiration.

Dylan put away his wand and gently patted the key chains in his backpack.

He would find time to throw the little guys into the suitcase.

The suitcase was now in his space panel - he had spent 10,000 Galleons to activate this function.

Dylan tried it. Originally, the suitcase could not be stuffed directly into the inventory, but after spending Galleons, an [Item] entry was added to the suitcase.

Although the suitcase has a huge built-in space, as for the inventory, simply storing things in it is not restricted.

"Unfortunately, these guys' reproductive abilities aren't very good. They're completely incomparable to cockroaches."

"Although their overall numbers are considerable, it's only because they're difficult to capture and eliminate that they appear so rampant."

"—otherwise they wouldn't be mainly found in Cornwall."

Dylan felt a little regretful.

But he considered one more thing.

——Can the genes of these magical creatures be controlled?
(End of this chapter)