Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 127 Fresh Malford Offer! Anyone want to smell it? Three copper knuts for a sniff!
"Humph."

The bluestone walls of Snape's office exuded the bitter scent of wormwood and aconite. The black-robed professor's eyes fell on Dylan, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"I've wasted so much time on you, I need to see results. Otherwise, I might as well break your wand and bury it in the dirt of the Whomping Willow."

Dylan blinked his eyes. He had long been immune to Professor Snape's harsh words and caught important information from a bunch of disgusted words.

"You mean to say you want to give me a test? Like the last time you tested me on Legilimency—"

"Shut up!" Professor Snape's low voice suddenly came.

Dylan immediately fell silent, his eyelashes fluttering.

After a long moment, Professor Snape continued, his voice even deeper: "This duel test will not only involve me, but also McGonagall and Flitwick."

"I also want to know what skills you have mastered."

Dylan raised his brows and said, "Professor, I haven't lived long enough. If you attack me alone, I'll be in trouble. Add Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick... You don't intend to leave me any chance of survival!"

Professor Snape frowned: "Shut up."

"..."

Dylan was drunk.

He was about to be beaten up by three professors together, and now he is not even allowed to speak?

No, when did you three collude with each other?
Dylan just came back from Professor Flitwick yesterday, but he didn't hear anything about the assessment from Professor Flitwick.

Obviously, this matter might have been discussed by them in the morning when he went to the restricted area to borrow books.

I don't know who started this.

"Anyway, McGonagall and Flitwick asked me to tell you that you can go visit them later."

Professor Snape curled his lips, revealing a faint Dragon King smile: "Those two are almost driven crazy by you. You see, not everyone is like me, who can patiently teach you."

Dylan: (.)
Who said that teaching him low-level potions was a waste of time, so the after-school tutoring was changed from once a week to once every two or three weeks?

"What's that expression on your face?"

Dylan immediately smiled and said, "I think you're absolutely right!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I'll teach you some other things in the next class. Now get out."

Professor Snape waved his hand and sent Dylan out the door.

"boom!"

Looking at the door that suddenly closed, Dylan touched his nose, turned around and walked upstairs.

"A duel test?"

Dylan first went up to the second floor, walked along the corridor, came to the door of a small study, and knocked gently on the door.

But no one responded from inside.

Dylan paused.

Did he go to eat?
After thinking for a moment, Dylan made sure that Professor McGonagall was not in the office at the moment, and then he went all the way to the fourth floor.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick did not go out at this time and was still in the office.

"knocking"

"Please come in."

When Dylan pushed the door open, Professor Flitwick was standing behind a table piled with books and magic props. The kind smile on his face froze the moment he saw Dylan.

"There shouldn't be any make-up classes scheduled today, right?"

But he soon realized something and asked, "Did you...just come from Severus's place?"

"Yes, Professor."

After receiving a positive answer, Professor Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, and muttered softly in his heart.

"It's okay, it's okay. I thought he was here to ask me for extra lessons again. I almost forgot what I had agreed with Mag and the others this morning."

Professor Flitwick quickly smiled and said, "Please sit down first, child. I don't think Severus has explained this matter to you properly."

Dylan nodded—it was true.

Dylan came to Professor Flitwick's office as if he was back home. He pulled out the chair and sat down. He poured himself a cup of Coke and poured Professor Flitwick a cup of milk tea.

Professor Flitwick didn't think anything of Dylan's behavior. He smiled and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore came to us this morning to discuss something."

"During the meeting, we mentioned you again, and Minerva thought of arranging an assessment for you to test your learning progress during the last school year, including the summer vacation."

"You know, we barely gave you any summer homework, after all."

Dylan nodded. "So you, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape are planning to arrange a duel test for me?"

Professor Flitwick nodded. "Yes, this is a test that will truly test your abilities, and will also allow us to further refine how we plan to teach you."

"—You won't refuse, right?"

Dylan nodded again: "Yes, I have promised Professor Snape."

Professor Flitwick, who was wearing a pair of small glasses, a neat suit, and a mustache, immediately laughed.

"I knew it—kid, I think you're a true genius. Your speed of learning knowledge is far beyond my imagination."

"Sometimes, I even feel that your understanding of many spells is even deeper than mine—it's incredible."

“With the ideas you bring up, I don’t know if I’m teaching you or you’re giving me new ideas.”

Dylan pursed his lips and didn't dare say anything.

The number of full-level spells he now masters far exceeds what a small wizard should master.

——In fact, as a young wizard, you shouldn't even master a full-level spell.

Therefore, it is normal that Professor Flitwick's research and understanding of some spells are not as good as his.

But Dylan couldn't possibly explain all this to the other party - he couldn't possibly post a list of his skills for the other party to see, right?
However, he did master so many full-level spells after all, and he did give Professor Freevi a lot of inspiration in understanding some spells, which allowed the other party to take his research on some spells to a higher level.

It can be said that we are two people - you are a teacher and I am also a teacher.

Professor Flitwick looked at Dylan with relief. "In fact, if it weren't for your age, I think you might be able to win a championship even if you participated in the dueling tournament right now!"

"This assessment is just to verify the limits of your ability."

Dylan nodded gently. "Professor Snape hasn't set a date for the duel test yet. What do you think?"

Professor Flitwick smiled. "This matter was discussed suddenly, and we haven't made a decision yet. That's why we thought of calling you over to see when you would be free."

"I can do it anytime - except for classes. As long as you three send me a message, I will be able to make it." Dylan patted his chest and promised.

"Okay, okay, I will be well prepared by then, and I hope you can be prepared too." Professor Flitwick nodded.

The two chatted for a while, and Professor Flitwick noticed that the topic was shifting towards discussing magical knowledge, so he immediately ended the discussion and asked Dylan to go talk to Professor McGonagall.

Dylan also stood up and said goodbye to Professor Flitwick.

After walking out the door, he planned to go to the second floor to see if Professor McGonagall had returned. If she was not there, he planned to go to the restaurant to eat something first.

Just as he was walking down the stairs and turning the corner, Dylan happened to meet Malfoy and his two followers walking up from below.

Dylan had just met this pretty boy in Diagon Alley not long ago. Not only young Malfoy, but even old Malfoy was scolded by Dylan so badly that he had no power to fight back.

This resulted in Malfoy always taking a detour whenever he met him during the school term.

Malfoy paused when he suddenly bumped into them on the stairs, but seeing that Goyle and Crabbe were behind him, he felt more confident and continued to stride up the stairs.

The three of them almost filled the entire staircase, and Dylan had to make room for them if he wanted to go down.

Dylan narrowed his eyes. Why was this little brat so troublesome?

He keeps coming to cause trouble for him, he really doesn't know how to write the word death.

It seems that he needs to be taught a lesson.

If this guy doesn't suffer a little, he really won't know when to stop.

Dylan thought of the curse recorded in the book he borrowed from the restricted area, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Dylan walked down the stairs steadily, his footsteps clearly answering in the corridor.

At the same time, Malfoy and his two followers swaggered up the stairs. The three of them stood side by side, blocking the entire corridor with an arrogant look.

Dylan looked calm, but he showed no intention of avoiding the opponent and kept walking.

As he drew closer to Malfoy and the others, a faint light flashed around Dylan, and then a bird appeared out of thin air, gracefully circling slowly beside him. In the blink of an eye, a second and third bird appeared, and more and more birds emerged from Dylan's side, fluttering around him, without him even waving his wand or even chanting a spell.

The birds did not actively attack, but just quietly circled around Dylan. Seeing this, the arrogance on Malfoy's face immediately wavered, and their pace suddenly slowed down.

When they saw the birds flying towards them, they tried to dodge sideways.

However, as Dylan stepped past, the bird's circling speed suddenly increased.

"Bang" sound.

Malfoy and his two followers dodged left and right in a disorderly manner, but were still hit hard by the flying bird that was wrapped in Dylan's momentum, and rolled down the stairs and fell into a heap.

"Ouch—!"

The three of them fell to the ground, holding their buttocks in pain.

"What are you doing? You're using a spell on your classmates! Do you want to be put in detention like Harry and the others?!"

Malfoy was so embarrassed that even though there was no one around, he was still very ashamed and angry and scolded Dylan.

"I was just practicing my spells on the road. They didn't attack you. You bumped into them."

Dylan looked down at Malfoy, who was half-lying on the ground, with a flat and cold look in his eyes: "Also, I remember I seemed to say that if you cause trouble to me again--"

He stopped mid-sentence, but that made Malfoy shudder.

What does this guy, who is even scarier than his father, want to do?
However, before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach.

A strong urge to defecate rushed into my head.

!!!

Malfoy's face changed and he covered his stomach with both hands. The feeling of diarrhea that was about to burst out made him clamp his legs together, get up and run straight to the toilet.

Not only him, but even Crabbe and Goyle were shocked and hurriedly got up.

"puff puff"

"Puff puff"

Several people in the corridor were startled by the loud fart explosion and dodged in panic.

The "bull knot" on Dylan's wand paused, and finally he didn't throw it out.

"I didn't expect the dizziness spell recorded in the forbidden book to be so powerful."

Dylan smacked his lips.

Dylan continued walking downstairs until Malfoy and the others were no longer in sight.

Sadly, Professor McGonagall was still away.

"Wait, Malfoy just said that Harry and the others were put in detention? Professor McGonagall shouldn't be handling this matter."

Dylan thought it was possible, so he went to the restaurant to have a meal first.

When he came back, he went to Professor McGonagall's office again, and this time she was finally there.

"Oh, it's Dylan. Did Professor Snape tell you about the assessment?"

When he entered, he saw Professor McGonagall adjusting the mini Quidditch pitch in the crystal ball with the tip of her wand, her silver and green robes stained with catkins hair.

"I've said that, but we haven't agreed on a time yet."

Dylan nodded.

Professor McGonagall smiled—Dylan always felt that her smile seemed to be filled with impatience.

Dylan was stunned.

What's the point of this eager look?
He coughed lightly and said, "Professor McGonagall, have you agreed with the other two professors on how to assess me?"

"That hasn't been finalized yet, but don't worry, we'll be able to come up with a plan soon." Professor McGonagall raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes revealed a hint of joy.

"By the way, there is one more thing I must tell you in advance."

Dylan was stunned: "What's the matter?"

"For after-school tutoring, I think we can slow down the frequency a bit."

Professor McGonagall's smile grew wider.

"You have already mastered the Transfiguration spell to a very high level. I don't think there is much more I can teach you."

Dylan frowned slightly.

Professor Snape had just mentioned that he should give him less private lessons, and Professor McGonagall followed suit.

——Have the two of them already discussed this?

Unexpectedly, in the end it was Professor Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw College, who truly loved him!
At least they didn’t mention reducing the number of tutoring courses for him!

"Professor McGonagall, am I not doing something right?"

"No, you do pretty well in almost everything—I mean pretty well."

"Well... I think I still have a lot of knowledge about Transfiguration that I can learn from you - I don't even know Animagus yet."

"Dylan, I've never mentioned actually teaching you Animagus. Do you know why?" Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"Why?" Dylan blinked.

"Actually, based on your abilities, I think you already have the skills to learn Animagus. However, if you want to learn Animagus, you need more than just studying hard."

"It often requires a bit of luck, it's a long and complicated process and it can be unsafe."

"——Of course, as far as the safety of the learning process is concerned, I can completely trust you."

Professor McGonagall thought about why she repeatedly invited Dylan to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Wasn't it because she saw that Dylan was actually very talented in flying?
——And when it comes to riding a broom, Professor McGonagall couldn't find any other little wizard who was more steady and cautious than him.

It's like being afraid of falling off a broom.

It's just a pity that in the end, all her requests were politely rejected by the other party.

The bathroom on the second floor. Malfoy had no time to go anywhere else, so he could only come here.

When he stumbled and pushed open the wooden door, the copper faucets were clanging.

His pale cheeks flushed with a sickly red due to abdominal pain, and the heels of his leather boots scraped against the ground, making a harsh sound, waking up Myrtle who was drinking in the cubicle.

“Get out! Everyone, get out!”

Malfoy's roar was accompanied by the rumbling sound of his stomach, but unfortunately the threat was shattered by a sudden loud fart.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the restroom at that time. There was only one girl washing her hands. When she saw the three people, she was shocked and slipped out in a panic.

Goyle and Crabbe, like two collapsing mountains of flesh, crashed directly into the adjacent compartment and sat down.

——The brass toilet seat creaked under the weight.

Malfoy also found a compartment and quickly got in.

After puffing for a long time.

Suddenly, Peeves popped his head out from the ceiling, hanging upside down, and knocked on the cubicle door with a duster made of Mrs. Norris's tail hair.

"Hey! It's freshly baked Malford offering! Anyone want to smell it? Three copper knuts for one sniff!"

He laughed shrilly and threw a few fecal balls into the toilet. The fecal balls exploded in mid-air, and the stench mixed with the smell coming out of the cubicle to form a biological weapon.

"Merlin's stinky socks!"

The Hufflepuff students who were passing by the toilet door pinched their noses and took three steps back. Their shoe soles scraped against a pool of suspicious mucus on the floor tiles, and they were so scared that they immediately cast cleaning spells.

However, the noise also attracted several junior students. Since it was the girls' restroom, these boys looked outside curiously, and were choked by the surging green and yellow mist, which made them cry.

When Filch arrived, the skinny face of the Hogwarts caretaker immediately flushed a rich green color the moment he smelled the odor. The corners of his cobwebbed mouth twitched as he cursed, "Have you been soaked in a dung bucket?!"

Malfoy said nothing, his face white and red.

Just when he was thinking about finishing his poop quickly and leaving this place where he had lost such a big face.

Suddenly, Myrtle poked her translucent body out of the toilet, her round glasses misted over. "Honey, you look really miserable. Do you need me to flush for you?"

Her sudden appearance startled Malfoy, and his shy greeting was interrupted by Malfoy's roar when he realized what was happening.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!! You disgusting—Ouch!"

Puff puff!
(End of this chapter)