Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 126: Damn it! Did I make Professor Snape poor?
Ron vomited out another ball of mucus with a "vomit" sound.

The fishy smell of stomach acid almost suffocated him.

Dylan took another step back, covered his mouth and nose, and waved his wand gently.

"Ventus (Wind Spell)!"

In an instant, a stream of air swirled up, dispersing the strong sour smell that filled the corridor.

"What are you doing..." Dylan blinked and suddenly remembered that one day after the start of the second grade, Ron had a conflict with Malfoy and the others again.

Ron tried to cast a curse at the other person, but failed.

The broken wand caused him to rebound the curse upon himself.

Dylan knew about this, but he was not Ron and Harry's babysitter, so he couldn't be with them every day. Naturally, he couldn't stand up and help them every time they encountered problems.

But when school started, he remembered that he had reminded Ron not to get into conflict with Malfoy and the others again.

We are all classmates. If we encounter any problems, we can just curse each other's ancestors. There is no need to resort to violence.

Just looking at the current result, it was obvious that Ron didn't take his words to heart at all - even though he had agreed to it in a very reasonable manner at the time.

Since you don't listen to advice, you can only bear the consequences.

However, out of concern for their friend, Hermione and Harry explained what had happened one by one.

Dylan hesitated for two seconds, then said, "How is it? Are you still feeling bad now?"

Hearing this, Ron's face was filled with pain and a question mark popped up on his forehead.

Can't you see that I'm feeling uncomfortable?

But before he could reply, Ron felt a lump in his throat and immediately hunched over.

Harry, who hadn't caught it just now, reacted this time and quickly handed the big bucket in his hand to Ron.

"Wow--"

Ron vomited again.

A fat slug slid into the bucket.

Hermione was a little puzzled: "Didn't it ease a little just now? Why did you suddenly vomit three times in a row?"

Harry still held out his hand, still holding the bucket. "The professor said there's no good way to cure this kind of spell. Once you've vomited enough, as long as you stay calm, you won't keep vomiting."

Hermione blinked and asked considerately, "Ron, calm down. You'll be fine soon."

Ron looked pale: "Dylan, can you help me?"

Dylan smacked his lips. "You two must have just come out of Professor Flitwick's office, right? The professor can't do anything, so I certainly can't do anything either."

The Slug Curse and the Bat Curse have similar effects.

One can make people spit out shiny slugs, and the other can make people's boogers turn into big black bats and then fly out of the nose.

In the former case, slugs will appear in the body of the person who is cursed the moment he is cursed. The existing slugs cannot disappear out of thin air and can only be spit out.

The latter, the Bat Curse, is actually not essentially dependent on whether the target itself has boogers.

From the perspective of magical compulsion, the magic of the Bat Spell will forcibly transform some substances in the target's nasal cavity into black bats.

——Boogers are just the most suitable substances for transformation.

Hearing that Dylan had no idea what to do, Ron closed his eyes in despair.

Dylan looked at him and shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to help, but the backfire of the spell can have unpredictable effects and is difficult to resolve."

Backfire is when a spell goes awry, producing some unexpected effect, or the spell performs the opposite of what was intended.

——Including the original magic power that eventually backfires on the caster.

For example, when using the Expansion Spell, the target object does not become larger but shrinks instead, or the caster himself swells.

Or using a healing spell may not only make the injury worse, but also make the symptoms worse.

In more serious cases, it may even cause some situations that are completely unrelated to the spell but are extremely dangerous.

Like explosions, release of other unexpected magical energies or creatures, etc.

Dylan and Professor Flitwick had an in-depth discussion about spell backfire last school year.

And precisely because the power of the spell caused by the backfire of the spell is completely different from that when the spell is cast normally, the original spell counter-spell will also lose its effect.

At such moments, it is usually possible to use the Termination Spell to see if it can remove the effects of the spell.

But the Slug Curse is quite special, as it also involves things related to life and death and transformation.

For example, a slug that has been summoned by a spell cannot disappear directly because of the spell. The only way is to spit it out.

Dylan thought about it, and then said to Ron, "How about this? I'll use a spell to induce vomiting in you. Once you spit out all the slugs, everything will be fine."

"Professor Flitwick must have used the Terminator Curse on you, right?"

Ron hesitated for a moment, then nodded, closing his eyes with a righteous look on his face: "Come on, let me end this pain quickly!"

Dylan smacked his lips. "Why are you closing your eyes? Just hold the bucket. Aren't you afraid of vomiting in the wrong place and on someone else?"

Ron: "..."

He opened his eyes again embarrassedly.

Harry now thrust the large bucket directly into his hands.

Seeing that Ron was ready, Dylan raised his wand: "Emesisurge!"

A strange blue light suddenly shot out from the tip of Dylan's wand and hit Ron.

Ron's whole body trembled violently, and his expression changed instantly.

He felt his stomach churning and a strong urge to vomit came over him. He held the wooden bucket tightly and lowered his head.

"Wow—oooooo!"

Ron vomited violently.

Fat slugs slid out of his mouth like dumplings, and with a snapping sound, they squeezed together in the bucket.

Ron's body shook as he vomited, and he vomited for a long time until not a single slug came out, only acid water.

Ron let go of the edge of the bucket with both hands, his legs went limp, and he fell completely to the ground, his back against the wall, gasping for breath, his eyes empty, as if all the strength had been drained from him, so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Anapneo!"

"Rennervate!"

Dylan cast two spells and handed Ron two bottles of potion.

"Drink this. This is a bottle of blood tonic and a bottle of ginger, mint, and pepper juice. You'll feel much better after drinking it."

Ron's eyelids jumped when he heard the names of the two bottles of potions, especially the latter.

He wanted to refuse because Ron knew that the ginger, mint and pepper juice potion was extremely unpalatable.

But this bottle of potion can help relieve his nausea and relax his stomach. Even if Ron doesn't want to drink it anymore, he has to grit his teeth and drink it.

"Gudu Gudu"

Ron finished both bottles of potion with a ferocious expression.

He was obviously in much better spirits.

——I even had the energy to start cursing.

"That damn Malfoy! He actually called Hermione a mudblood. How vicious!"

Harry sighed. "Ron was so angry that he fought him, and then—"

Dylan shook his head. "Your wand is broken. Even if you cast normal spells, there will be all kinds of problems, not to mention evil spells."

"So, you should be more careful in the future. Even if you are angry, you should consider whether you have the strength to be angry beforehand."

Ron pouted, frowned and muttered, "But I can't just stand by and watch them bully my friends."

Hermione was a little touched.

Dylan nodded in understanding: "So why don't you just curse back?"

Ron's expression froze. After a long while, he touched the back of his head and said awkwardly, "I just can't scold them. You know, Slytherin guys always have such a vicious tongue!"

Dylan shrugged: "I have to rush to class - Professor Snape's class." Ron's neck suddenly shrank.

Dylan smiled and said, "Let me give you a final reminder. No matter what happens, don't get angry easily. Do you know why?"

Ron was stunned and looked up: "Why?"

Hermione and Harry also cast their eyes over.

"Because when you're angry, you'll show your true abilities, and then—others will know that your true abilities suck."

Ron: “(-)…”

Ron put a hand to his chest.

——He felt his heart aching.

I feel like vomiting again, what should I do?
Harry helped Ron up from the ground. Dylan smiled and said, "Didn't Seamus' friend Dean just have a big argument with someone in the common room? I suggest you learn from him and see how he gains the upper hand with his words."

After saying goodbye to a few people, Dylan hurried towards Professor Snape's office.

Only Ron, with a sad face, was left being supported by Harry.

"Fortunately I'm not late."

Dylan arrived a few minutes early, breathed a sigh of relief, and knocked on Professor Snape's office door.

"Come in." A familiar, low and indifferent voice came from inside the room.

When he pushed open the door, the smell of dried herbs wafted in. Professor Snape was standing in front of the shelf with his back to Dylan, concentrating on picking something from a row of potion bottles.

Hearing Dylan's approaching footsteps, he slowly turned around. The candlelight cast his shadow on the specimen display cabinets on the wall. His dark eyes were like a deep pool in the cold night, without a trace of warmth, falling on Dylan.

"You're really good at keeping time. Although you're not as often late as other Gryffindor students, that's all. It seems you still prefer attending other professors' classes. They told me that you always arrive a full half an hour early."

Dylan naturally understood what Professor Snape meant. He smiled awkwardly and explained the situation briefly and concisely.

"Professor, I actually came early, but I ran into Harry and the others on the way. Ron was injured by his own spell, so I simply treated him. That's why I was delayed for a while. I'm really sorry. I will definitely come earlier next time."

Professor Snape walked over to his chair and sat down, glancing at Dylan. "Injured by his own spell? Humph, that completely fits my impression of those stupid Gryffindor students. McGonagall always says I only know how to suppress them."

Dylan could only grin stiffly, not daring to say anything.

It has to be said that being hurt by one's own spells and wand is indeed a very stupid thing - even he thinks so.

Professor Snape's office was not brightly lit, but rather dim. The wall lamps emitted a faint light, illuminating the mahogany shelves all around.

It was covered with strangely shaped glass containers, which contained many strange things, such as the shed skin of a basilisk and the venom glands of a winged demon.

——Dylan really wants to get a few curled-winged demons to raise.

However, as a high-risk species, these little guys are inherently dangerous, and their blood and venom are quite useful, so there are not many left.

At least in England, the Winged Demon is rarely seen.

Professor Snape had already taken out Dylan's crucible in advance and had thoughtfully placed medicine spoons, mortars and other tools beside him.

Professor Snape had even prepared the necessary herbs for him in advance.

Dylan pursed his lips, smiled slightly, walked to the crucible, and began brewing today's potion.

Carefully placing the hellebore into the mortar, Dylan began to grind it finely.

"Be gentler, don't waste the essence of the herbs, and pay attention to the coarseness of the powder."

"Raise your wrist two inches."

Snape's voice was like a bat's wing sweeping across the stone wall, and the tip of his wand, which was exposed from his sleeve, was pointed at Dylan's mortar.

Dylan felt his wrist lift and hurriedly continued turning the pestle in his hand.

When the seventh clockwise grinding was completed, the moonstone pestle suddenly burst into emerald light - this was a sign that the top-grade hellebore essence had been activated.

When taking Professor Snape's class, Dylan always had to maintain a very high level of mental concentration - because it was too physically demanding. If he couldn't concentrate on the operation, he would not be able to complete each step according to Professor Snape's strict standards.

It was not until a whole pot of potion was brewed and a faint light appeared in the flowing potion that Dylan let out a breath.

Professor Snape reached out and stirred the potion with a long, snake-shaped silver spoon. A small piece of emerald inlaid in the spoon handle suddenly burst into a faint green light - this was a sign that a trace impurity had been detected.

When he raised his eyes, the candlelight cast shadows of his eyelashes on his sunken cheekbones, making his already sharp features even more gloomy. "Just barely pass. Pack them up and take them away. I have no use for these low-quality potions."

Having said that, there was a hint of satisfaction in Professor Snape's eyes.

After all, Dylan had been with Professor Snape for so long and knew his temper well, so he happily took out the tools he had prepared in advance, filled his potion bottle, and then happily put it in his pocket.

Every time Dylan came, he could always get Professor Snape's herbs for free. Some of the herbs were not only expensive but also difficult to buy - he had to replenish the stock himself.

Dylan's face was filled with joy, but at this moment, Professor Snape's low voice suddenly came.

"After that, you can come every two weeks or every three weeks, not every week."

Professor Snape's words stunned Dylan, and his hands that were collecting things froze in mid-air.

What does it mean?
Professor Snape doesn't want to teach him anymore?

Is it because he always comes to restock the goods and Professor Snape dislikes him for eating and taking at the same time?

Could it be that he asked Professor Snape to teach him how to make potions, and asked him to work and pay for it, and ended up making Professor Snape go bankrupt?

Dylan opened his mouth, organized his words, and asked carefully, "Professor, I can also bring some of the ingredients for the potion myself."

Professor Snape's face darkened immediately.

"What the hell is going on in your head? Do you think I'm going to cut back on you because I'm broke?"

Is not it?
After this thought popped into Dylan's mind, he shook his head repeatedly: "Of course not! I certainly don't think so!"

"I just thought... I can't always rely on you to prepare all the materials for me, Professor. I also want to reduce your pressure as much as possible!"

Dylan's words were so sincere that Professor Snape looked a little suspicious.

After a moment, he snorted softly, "I asked you to come back after a while because I've basically taught you everything I can teach you last school year."

Professor Snape folded his arms across his chest, looking down at Dylan with a cold voice: "Let me ask you, what is the real fundamental point that determines the success or failure of a potion? - Don't tell me it's memorizing the formula!"

Dylan was slightly startled, then answered without hesitation, "Professor, it's the operation method—only precise operation method can ensure the high quality and effectiveness of the potion."

Seeing that Dylan gave the correct answer, Professor Snape looked at him calmly.

"You have a good memory."

He walked around the table and returned to his seat. "Go on."

Dylan blinked twice and then continued speaking.

"In potions, technique is the key, the most important thing. But technique is more than just stirring and grinding. Controlling the amount, taking more or less, is all in my seemingly casual scooping and placing."

"In addition to controlling the amount, controlling the heat is also key to the technique. Use high heat for simmering and low heat for slow cooking. Different herbs require different heat. One minute too early is too hasty, and one minute too late is too much."

Dylan chattered on and on.

This made Professor Snape raise his eyebrows slightly, look up at him, and his cold eyes softened a little.

——This kid actually memorized everything he said at that time word for word.

Professor Snape suppressed the slight curl of his lips and said, "Last school year, I have repeatedly taught you the key points of these techniques."

"Brewing potions requires long periods of practice and accumulation. You can't master it by simply coming to me every week and repeating the basic steps. Besides talent, the training of the technique also requires a lot of repeated refining."

"I don't have that many low-level medicinal materials for you to research, so I ask you to come every two or three weeks to ensure that you can complete the brewing of some high-level potions under my supervision. That's enough."

"Do you still want to learn all my skills? But remember, you are Dylan Hawkwood, not me! You should have your own things!"

It was a rare occasion for Professor Snape to speak so many words to Dylan in one breath.

After hearing this, Dylan finally understood the professor's good intentions and nodded heavily.

"I understand."

——But in fact, he still wanted to learn everything from Professor Snape.

It’s just learning something, what does it have to do with whether you become a successful person or not?
As long as he learns everything from everyone, won't it become his own?

Professor Snape nodded slightly when he saw Dylan's decisive response. "Now that you understand, let's prepare for a test."

"Okay—huh? What? What kind of assessment?"

Dylan was about to agree immediately, but suddenly came to his senses and looked at Professor Snape in a daze.

(End of this chapter)