Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 123 Flitwick: McGonagall, your students are asking for too much. I can't stand it.
"Manipulating genes... I always feel like I'm running in a very dangerous direction."

Dylan smacked his lips.

No matter what, with his current level, it is absolutely impossible for him to achieve this.

“So we still have to work hard to learn more knowledge!”

He hadn't even finished reading the Hogwarts library yet.

Even if you master all the maximum-level magic, spells are spells and knowledge is knowledge.

Although the two can complement each other, they cannot be equated.

There are even quite a lot of differences between the two.

For example, if he masters the maximum level spell, it also means that he has extremely powerful attack and control power.

——But this is the effect of the spell.

Full-level spells can help Dylan understand the nature of magic, the flow of magic power, and the rules of magic.

This gives him deep insight and understanding, allowing him to not only use magic skillfully, but even improve spells or create new magic.

However, no matter how powerful magic is, other areas of knowledge still have their own uniqueness. In the process of acquiring new knowledge, Dylan can actually explore the maximum level of magic he has mastered and see if it is possible to develop more abilities.

Being at the maximum level doesn't mean you can do anything.

Roughly speaking, the maximum level allows Dylan to maximize the power of the spell and use the least amount of magic power.

If Dylan knew nothing else, he would only be able to use the maximum level spells to kill everyone.

——That’s not impossible.

But Dylan also wanted to gain more knowledge to judge how the spell would react when encountering various situations and problems.

Is it even possible to further improve the spells he currently possesses into new spells?
This requires Dylan to have extensive knowledge of magic before he can make further plans.

——Before conducting an experiment, there must always be sufficient theoretical support.

Lockhart didn't come back the entire class, and the students mostly just sat at their desks, flipping through books or chatting with each other.

Until the bell rings.

Everyone dispersed.

The situation in the classroom was also widely spread among the crowd, causing the reputation of Gilderoy Lockhart, who was once a highly-regarded star in the wizarding world, to plummet from the clouds to the bottom.

However, although there were many people who claimed how unreliable Lockhart was, there were not many compared to the entire magic academy.

Therefore, many people have doubts and opposing attitudes towards Lockhart's behavior.

Especially Lockhart's book fans, who spontaneously explained for Lockhart - this is just a test!

Lockhart must have done this in order to make students feel directly the importance of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

Otherwise, they were just a bunch of Cornish elves. Even a student could easily deal with them. How could Lockhart, who had experienced so many adventures, not be able to do it?

Yes, this topic even involves Dylan.

Because when Lockhart fled, it was Dylan who stepped in and saved all the students.

This made Dylan, who had already attracted much attention for his performance in the first grade, even more dazzling.

Of this—Dylan had no feeling at all.

After more than half a week of school, Dylan quickly regained his state from last semester, wandering around in various professors' offices - like a playboy.

There is a hole here, he wants to fill it, there is a hole there, he also wants to fill it.

There was no way around it, because during the summer vacation, Dylan not only studied his own experiments, but also accumulated a lot of questions during his usual reading.

Every night, Dylan even dragged the professors to stay up late.

Until Friday comes.

During dinner.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the corridor of Hogwarts, and Dylan walked into the dining hall side by side with Professor Flitwick.

Dylan never stopped talking along the way. Even while walking, he kept asking Professor Flitwick all kinds of magical theory questions about spells.

Professor Flitwick was not tall—not even taller than Dylan at this moment.

Last semester, he could still look Dylan in the eye, but now he could only tilt his head slightly upwards, looking at the chattering Dylan, forcing a smile on his face.

However, this smile also revealed a sense of helplessness and fatigue, and his eyes showed worry about the upcoming "late-night Q&A".

——Oh my god! Why are there still students asking teachers to stay after class?

The teacher will be very tired too!!

However, even though he thought so in his heart, when Dylan's questions arose, Professor Flitwick would answer them seriously.

Until Dylan walked over to the Gryffindor second year table.

"Then Professor, see you tonight."

"See you tonight……"

Professor Flitwick quickly got up on his two legs and walked quickly towards the classroom seats.

Although the pace was fast, it looked a bit heavy.

After Dylan sat down, Neville beside him looked at the professor's back as he left - his shoulders drooped slightly, as if he was crushed by a heavy burden.

His already thin figure now looked even thinner. Although he took fast steps, each step was weak and it looked like his soul had been taken away by a Dementor.

Neville's mouth twitched: "Dylan, do you have an appointment with Professor Flitwick today?"

Dylan smiled and nodded, "Yes, after dinner I will give Professor Flitwick some time to rest and then I will join him in his office."

"..." Neville swallowed, glanced at the teachers' seats, then looked at Dylan, lowered his head, and focused on finishing his dinner, not daring to say anything more.

At the same time, in the teacher's seat.

"That kid is just like Sniff finding gold coins!" Professor Flitwick muttered, and just as he moved to his seat with great difficulty and sat down.

Professor McGonagall gently pushed up her glasses, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes, and said with a smile on her lips: "It seems that you are the one who was caught tonight."

Professor Flitwick smiled bitterly, nodded helplessly, and then sighed deeply.
It was just such a simple action, but it seemed as if he had used up all his strength.

"Professor McGonagall, perhaps you can also teach him many aspects of magic spells - after all, you are quite proficient in the study of magic spells, aren't you?"

Professor McGonagall turned around immediately. "I taught him until ten o'clock last night—he's never stayed so late before. Curfew is almost starting!"

"…(∧)" Professor Flitwick's expression became even sadder.

Ten o'clock?

God!

The magic is there and it won’t go away!
As for being so anxious?

He didn't say as much in his entire lecture to Dylan as he did in his entire lecture!
"Alas, this child has such a strong desire for knowledge, but he is so smart - I can't refuse him." Although Professor Flitwick was helpless, there was a hint of relief in his tone.

Professor McGonagall picked up the teacup, took a sip elegantly, and smiled: "He is indeed very smart. Even Severus is willing to take part of his time every week to personally guide him."

Professor Snape glanced at her teacup. "Drinking strong tea at night, you are quite the one."

Professor McGonagall smiled so hard that her eyes wrinkled.

This guy was about to say something to her as soon as he opened his mouth. It was obvious that he was also very distressed about this matter.

"As long as he doesn't waste too much time on pretentious divination and make his already dull mind even dumber, maybe he can learn something useful from me."

Professor Snape sat at the long table, his posture straight, the collar of his black robe buttoned tightly. He raised his hand to pick up the silver fork and picked up a small piece of food with a slow and smooth movement.

The fork collided with the plate, making a subtle and crisp sound.

He nodded slightly and put the food into his mouth.

Professor Trelawney did not eat here, and although everyone was not interested in divination, it was just a thought in their minds at most, and no one would say it in public.

Professor Snape's words made Professor McGonagall pause, and she said, "Don't say that. Sometimes divination is useful, and Dylan does seem to have quite a talent in this area."

Professor Flitwick also nodded, and everyone's eyes turned to the Gryffindor seats.

At this moment, Dylan seemed to notice the professors' gazes and suddenly raised his head.

Several professors quickly looked away.

Professor McGonagall coughed lightly and took another sip of her strong tea.

Professor Flitwick fetched a loaf of bread.

Professor Snape had a stern face and seemed to be arranging the plate in front of him as if nothing had happened.

—even though the plate was empty.

Dylan tilted his head in a strange way.

"Were the professors looking at me just now?"

Neville nodded repeatedly: "Yes! I just noticed it, otherwise I wouldn't have reminded you - but why did you look up directly? You scared me!"

Neville shrank his neck and glanced at the teachers' seats.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the professors hadn't heard him tipping off Dylan. He felt the same awkwardness as if he were whispering something about someone else in public with his best friend, only to have the other person repeat what he had said loudly.

Neville swore - he was really afraid that the professors would notice him.

"Didn't you say the professors were looking at me? Of course I had to look up and respond." Dylan didn't quite understand Neville's thoughts.

"...Okay, okay, maybe I saw it wrong." Neville quickly ended the topic and moved towards Seamus on the other side.

At this moment, Seamus was still complaining to Dean about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I can't understand it! It's already been a week since school started. Did those people get shit in their eyes? Or did a troll hit their brains with a sledgehammer?"

Dean said angrily: "Lockhart is just an empty name. In fact, he is not even as good as Quirrell!"

Simo was comforting his friend, but he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when he heard what the other person said.

"Where did you learn this..."

"I sometimes catch Dylan giving a Slytherin a lesson. These are all things Dylan said."

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Simo's forehead. He glanced at Dylan cautiously, and seeing that he was just drinking the soup silently, he quickly turned his head away, trying to calm down his friend's anger.

Dean was still not satisfied: "You don't know how unreasonable my roommate is!"

"I really wonder if he picked his eyeballs out thinking they were boogers in the facial-face-shaking mirror before he left the house! Lockhart is clearly a flashy guy!"

"..." Ximo grinned. He really didn't know what to say at this moment.

How come he, as Dylan's roommate, didn't learn Dylan's speaking ability?

——It feels ten times more vicious than Slytherin! No, a hundred thousand times!
Dean poked the red shrimp in front of him with his fork. "I never get along with my roommates. I wish I could live in your dorm."

Seamus scratched his head. "There's nothing we can do about it unless someone gets fired."

Dean shook his head. "I know. I just don't understand the thoughts my roommates have sometimes."

"I can even pick up what Lockhart says in class now." He said a little louder.

"Oh! Do you know the award I won? Yes, that award!"

"—but don't worry, these awards are easy to get, and I never talk about them."

Dean's performance made many Gryffindors around him, who had actually experienced that ridiculous scene in class, burst into laughter.

"I testify that everything he said is true!"

But some of Lockhart's fans frowned and retorted, "What do you know? All those awards he won are real, and he's had so many thrilling adventures in the books. How could he be incompetent?"

Dean scoffed. "Stories can be made up! There's so little real knowledge in that book, and it's always glossed over!"

"Don't talk nonsense! He's faced off against a werewolf and successfully tamed a dangerous monster!"

"Last year, the Mermaid from the Black Lagoon asked me for an autograph!" Dean said "huh!" and his exaggerated imitation made Ginny laugh softly.

"Where's the evidence? Who saw it with their own eyes? I even said I could write a book called 'My Journey with Merlin to Unmask the Great Liar Lockhart'!"

"We have so many made-up novels like this over there. As long as you have imagination!"

He turned to look at Dylan: "Am I right?"

Dylan knew that the "our side" Dean was referring to was the Muggle world, and he nodded slightly in agreement.

After reading several of Lockhart's books, he found that although some parts were fascinating, overall, fantasy novels in the Muggle world were more attractive than these.

——He just wanted to understand the knowledge point that Dean just mentioned briefly.

It has to be said that this guy was unable to thoroughly understand the knowledge he gained from others, so although he wrote it down in the book, he was unable to describe it in too much space.

Otherwise, people can tell the truth at a glance, so it can only be passed over in passing.

But even so, Dylan was able to extend more of his own insights on the knowledge points that directly gave conclusions.

after eating.

Dean was in the Gryffindor common room, engaging in a heated exchange of words with a group of Lockhart fans.

Seamus and Neville were trying to stop the fight.

As for Ron and Harry – they were still in detention, not here.

Dylan had no interest in debating with a bunch of little students.

He had arrived at Professor Flitwick's office on time and knocked on the door.

"knocking"

There was no movement.

Dylan knocked again.

"knocking"

Still no movement.

Dylan knocked again.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Squeak-"

At this moment, the office door opened.

The glass eyes of the doll on the shelf inside reflected a ray of moonlight, which just illuminated Professor Flitwick's tangled brow through the crack in the door.

"Are you trying to break down my door?"

Professor Flitwick's helpless voice came.

Dylan immediately withdrew his hand, put on a decent smile on his face, and stepped inside.

"How could that be? I'm just worried that something might have happened to you in your office, Professor Flitwick."

"...You might as well just break the door down."

Professor Flitwick glared at Dylan, and seeing that the latter had no reaction or expression, he was the first to be defeated.

"Well—well! What do you want to ask today?"

Dylan slowly took out a thick magic notebook from his bag, walked to Professor Flitwick, skillfully pulled a chair over, and sat down.

"Professor, I have a few questions about the energy fusion of composite spells and would like to ask you for advice."

"you say……"

Professor Flitwick and Dylan discussed the matter.

"Energy vortexes of complex spells." Professor Flitwick propped up his chair with a Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, his wrinkled fingers drawing spirals in the air. "First, pay attention to the effect of the moon's phases on elemental affinities."

After getting into the mood, he didn't feel exhausted answering Dylan's questions.

After all, the questions raised by the other party are still within the scope of his answers, and he can respond easily.

——Of course, there may be some things that need to be carefully considered.

swish

Dylan's quill pen wrote quickly on the blank space of the notebook. The sudden inspiration during the conversation with the professor made the ink meander into a piece of text on the parchment.

Until nearly ten o'clock.

In Professor Flitwick's office, the candlelight flickered and the conversation gradually stopped.

Dylan finally stopped taking notes. Although his eyes still gleamed with curiosity, he politely suggested, "Professor, it's getting late. Why don't we stop here for today?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick's originally focused expression froze for a moment, and then a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He immediately relaxed, his expression showing an unconcealable relief.

He straightened his slightly hunched back slightly, raised his hand to support his eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay! Let's stop here."

Professor Flitwick's voice startled Bowtruckle from his nap on the Spells Collection, and his scaly tail swept down Lockhart's autographed photograph.

The professor breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Dylan's still straight body, and couldn't help shaking his head.

It’s good to be young. I can hold my waist up for such a long time without feeling tired.

"Farewell then. See you next week, Professor—good night."

After Dylan put away all his magic notes and books, he bowed to Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick's joy froze. "Okay... okay, see you next week. Your spirit of research is truly admirable."

"You're overly flattering."

Dylan smiled slightly, then turned and walked out of the office.

The corridor was empty at this time, and the moonlight shone through the glass onto the ground, forming patches of colorful light and shadow.

"The basic problem is almost solved. I can consider going to the restricted section with that narcissist's autograph."

Dylan wondered when would be a good time to go there, and his pace gradually quickened.

"Dark magic I mean alluring magical knowledge, here I come!"

(End of this chapter)