Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 133: What are you afraid of? Salazar Slytherin didn’t put himself in the Chamber of Secrets
"Finally, the gift was delivered."

10 month 4 number.

Dylan exited Professor McGonagall's office, breathing a sigh of relief.

Today he came to Professor McGonagall for extra lessons, and also gave Professor McGonagall his birthday present.

Professor McGonagall seemed very happy and liked the gift he made himself. Although she couldn't put it down, she loved it very much.

Looking at Professor McGonagall's appearance, Dylan was also very happy.

He left in a hurry to go to dinner.

As a result, he had just arrived at the restaurant and sat down next to Neville when Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick walked in together and went straight to the teachers' seats.

As the two of them walked into the auditorium, Professor Snape, with a stern face and a black robe fluttering behind him, also stepped onto the teacher's seat.

After Professor Flitwick sat down, he couldn't help but ask Professor McGonagall, "You seem to be in a good mood today. Is it your turn to tutor that little fellow this afternoon?"

The fine lines at the corners of Professor McGonagall's eyes revealed her current mood. She nodded subtly to Professor Flitwick, "Yes, after class, he gave me a notebook. It even has a small Quidditch game in it. I didn't expect it."

"In addition to this, he also gave me a lot of shampoo. I feel like I can use it almost until next summer vacation."

Professor Flitwick chuckled. "He made the notebook himself, didn't he? This little guy always has a lot of creative ideas. Playing Quidditch in a notebook? I bet it would be very troublesome to make such a thing."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly. "I've studied it. There are sixty-four Transfiguration spells on just one page. They're really very attentive."

Thinking of the gift Dylan gave her, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile. "I can use a Transfiguration spell to control a team member to fight for the Golden Snitch. I like this gift very much."

Professor Flitwick also looked expectant, but said with a bit of restraint, "I wonder what gift this little fellow will give me. As for me, it's fine to just celebrate his birthday casually, but making this gift is such a waste of time. I hope it won't interfere with his studies."

At this time, Professor Snape sat down, swung his hands behind him, and his robes rustled and fell behind him, spreading flatly.

He picked up the knife and fork, snorted coldly, "Hmph, flashy but not practical."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick turned to look at him, and found that his hair was no longer as greasy as it was two days ago, and had become much fresher again, so they silently looked away.

"I think Dylan's gift to you must be pretty good too."

"I think so too. I just don't know if there's any shampoo. I feel like my hair has been getting oily lately. I guess it's because I've been giving that little guy too many lessons. Why don't I extend the time between after-school tutoring sessions?"

Professor Snape: ...

Old Deng also heard the voices of the three professors and chuckled, "Oh, it's great to be young."

at the same time.

Neville, who was sitting in the Gryffindor seat, knocked Dylan down with his elbow.

"What's wrong?" Dylan scooped up a spoonful of milky white mushroom soup, took a sip, and turned to look at the little fat man.

"Why do I feel like the professors are looking at you again?" Neville lowered his voice.

Dylan glanced at the faculty seats, but didn't see any professor paying attention to him. He blinked and shook his head: "You must have seen it wrong."

"Eat quickly. Afterwards I have to go back and prepare a birthday present for Professor Flitwick. That music box is very difficult to make."

Dylan cooked in silence.

He was telling the truth.

The music box he wanted to give to Professor Flitwick required him to carefully recall the music from his previous life.

Recording this music with magic is a huge project.

Neville blinked, nodded, and started eating his meal.

But soon, he noticed Professor Snape sitting in the teacher's seat, who suddenly glared at him again.

"Did Dylan offend the professor again?"

Neville didn't dare to ask, so he just lowered his head and ate like Dylan.

Time flies, and another half month has passed.

Dylan also successfully made Professor Flitwick's birthday present and sent it out.

Professor Flitwick was equally amused.

However, throughout October, Dylan felt that Professor Snape seemed to be unfriendly to him.

But Professor Snape's expression usually seemed similar to this, so Dylan didn't pay much attention to it.

"crash"

Looking at the incessant rain outside the window, Dylan was leisurely holding a coal ball, lying on the sofa near the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge, flipping through the book in his hand.

Dylan enjoyed this pleasant time very much.

However, when Hermione and the others came over, Dylan's peace was broken.

"Dylan, did you hear that?"

Ron, his cheeks flushed, sat on the sofa to Dylan's right and lowered his voice.

"Nearly Headless Nick is having a party to commemorate the 500th anniversary of his death. It's the 500th anniversary, so it's so memorable, and we're just in time for it!!"

"Deathday party, five hundredth anniversary?"

Dylan leaned back on the sofa and took a sip of the Earl Grey tea in his hand. The rich aroma of the tea instantly spread in his mouth, mixed with the faint scent of bergamot, and the warmth spread on the tip of his tongue.

It's almost November now, and because it has rained for several days in a row, the weather has actually gradually become colder.

Hermione sat on the sofa opposite him and nodded excitedly, "That's right! This is a ghost party. I don't think many living people have ever attended it! Do you want to come with us?"

Dylan pulled out the feather bookmark he carried with him from between the pages of the book, gently inserted it into the page he was reading, then closed the ancient book, leaned back, and slowly shook his head.

"I don't really want to be huddled with a bunch of ghosts and listen to their old, clichéd death stories. That's a bit too unlucky."

"Bad luck?" Hermione was stunned.

"Yes, and guess why there are never many living people attending that party?" Dylan nodded.

"Uh..." Harry and the other two looked at each other.

"Since you don't want to go, forget it. Just read your book carefully." Hermione stood up.

Dylan nodded.

Harry and Ron wanted to say something, but they also knew that Dylan had always been a man of his own ideas and it was almost impossible to change a decision he had made, so they got up regretfully and left with Hermione.

After Dylan and the others left, he didn't continue reading.

At this time, outside the window.

The strong wind and heavy rain hit the windows fiercely, and raindrops as big as beans fell down with a crackling sound.

The sky was dark and thick dark clouds pressed down on the sky.

Dylan, however, curled up on the sofa. The orange flames in the fireplace danced, emitting endless heat, warming Dylan while also dispelling the coldness from the outside world.

He held the coal ball to his chest, and the coal ball curled up into a ball, making snoring sounds from time to time.

Dylan closed his eyes slightly, and sleepiness suddenly came over him.

"Perhaps the scene reflected in that mirror is indeed my greatest wish."

Why is life so hard?
It's better to live comfortably for the rest of your life~
As Dylan squinted, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and both he and his pet began to breathe evenly.

at this time.

"Quack, quack! quack, quack!"

A walnut-sized metal ball hit the ground with a bang, followed by a deafening roar that echoed throughout the lounge. The sound was as sharp as tens of millions of frogs croaking at the same time.

The sudden and loud noise instantly broke all the silence, and Dylan woke up from his half-sleep.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Percy not far away, his face flushed with anger, scolding Fred and George at the top of his voice.

"Can you two just stop for a minute? It's already this late, and you're still messing around with all this nonsense! When can you really focus on your studies?"

The two twin brothers who were being scolded lowered their heads, but still tried to refute in a low voice.

"But this frog croaking egg is really interesting—"

"If we put it in stores, I think it would be a huge hit!"

"You guys still want to talk back?" Percy's voice became even louder as he was irritated by the two of them. "Who would buy these useless things?!"

Dylan was finally woken up and he slowly sat up.

The twins and Percy also noticed Dylan's face with a hint of impatience. The three brothers who were about to argue suddenly stopped talking like a machine with its batteries removed.

"D-Dylan...why did you fall asleep in the lounge?"

"We didn't disturb you, did we?"

The twins spoke with some stammering.

Percy thought of the zombies that would often make trouble in their house late at night and disturb their peace. After being taught a lesson by Dylan, the zombies have been very obedient until now. The corners of his mouth twitched suddenly.

"Sorry, they're messing around with their prank props again. I'm already scolding them..."

The twins nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Percy is already scolding us! We fully accept his criticism!"

Dylan glanced at the three of them.

It seems that you two didn't say that just now.

But Gryffindor's common room is not like the other three colleges.

It was the Sorting Hat that sorted him here. Although Dylan was a little angry at being suddenly woken up, after all, these two guys might not have done it on purpose.

"Although Fred wanted to try out the frog croaking effect, we didn't expect the sound to be so loud. I'll adjust the details with him when we get back."

Dylan: ...

I feel like it's time to find an opportunity to teach these two brothers a lesson.

Taking a deep breath, Dylan stood up from the sofa, holding Coal Ball, who was also awakened by the shock.

After putting the ancient book into the space, he walked past the three Weasley brothers with a low mood.

"You guys go ahead."

Dylan said something and then walked towards his dormitory.

The twins didn't dare to say anything more.

Apart from their mother and Percy, the only one they were afraid of was Dylan, who was two grades younger than them but more mature than adults!
Percy didn't want to continue scolding his two younger brothers. He glared at them and told them to go back quickly. He also warned them not to tinker with these gadgets anymore.

At least don't affect others.

The two brothers naturally agreed.

As for whether it is true or false——

……

I attended classes for a few more days.

In class, Professor Snape was still quite targeted at Gryffindor students.

Everyone originally thought that he would give Dylan a break - after all, that was what happened in the second half of last semester.

As a result, I don’t know what’s wrong with Professor Snape recently. He always finds fault with him from time to time, and even Dylan is not spared.

However, in the Transfiguration and Charms classes, Professors Flitwick and McGonagall would occasionally give Gryffindor some extra points.

This made the little lions of Gryffindor wonder if Malfoy had regained Professor Snape's favor?

Is this why Dylan fell out of favor?

Of course, to these little lions of Gryffindor, suspicion is fact.

After determining that Dylan had fallen out of favor, they tried to find ways to help Dylan regain Professor Snape's favor.

——At least this way Gryffindor can reduce the points deducted, so that the other three houses won't catch up too closely.

But their actions not only failed to help Dylan regain his status in Professor Snape's heart, but instead made Professor Snape feel that these idiots seemed to be even more stupid recently.

——And always does some inexplicable things.

In the end, Gryffindor's points were deducted even more severely.

These little lions also became obedient.

Dylan didn't pay much attention to this.

He was so busy every day that he was hardly seen, and the other Gryffindor students were not familiar with him and could hardly talk to him.

Dylan was naturally unaware of the efforts they made for him.

- For example, Gryffindor lost another 40 to 50 points.

He just felt that Gryffindor seemed to have been deducted points more frequently recently.

But he didn't care at all about the division of colleges.

Besides being busy with the things he has always been busy with.

Dylan has been thinking these days about whether to capture the basilisk alive, or wait until it dies and then bring the body over?

"Isn't Tom supposed to have reappeared in the world with the help of the notebook by now?"

A smile flashed in Dylan's eyes.

"After a while, it's time to close the net."

One Horcrux, one soul.

It's the perfect experimental subject.

The Horcrux is indestructible and the soul is immortal.

Could there be a more perfect experimental subject?
The only pity is that the soul is just a soul after all, and has no body.

……

Halloween.

It was the first time for Dylan to fully experience the atmosphere of the Wansheng dinner.

——After all, last year, Quirrell’s disruption caused the dinner to be hastily cancelled.

He hadn't even tried the various pumpkin creations available for Halloween.

This time, he savored coffee brewed from slightly bitter beans while eating various pumpkin pastries.

——Most of them are a bit sweet, but the coffee dilutes the sweetness.

After neutralization, it is a pretty good combination.

"Swish"

There were several huge black bats flapping their wings above their heads, running back and forth in the sky, but upon closer inspection, they were just living bats made from models.

In addition, countless pumpkin lanterns are floating on the ceiling, and the light they release is intertwined with the dancing candlelight on the dining table.

Combined with various scary decorations on the surrounding walls, such as skulls that suddenly make strange screams and slowly twisting ghost portraits.

In the central open space, a skeleton band and countless ghosts were playing music.

This Halloween dinner seems to be much grander than last year.

Each long table was filled with delicious food, especially golden roasted turkey.

The surface is crispy and the gravy is flowing.

And steaming pumpkin pie.

These two items are a must for every table, and the quantity is extremely large, with several servings at a distance.

Dylan ate his turkey leg while listening to Neville nagging in his ear.

"Look at Lockhart. Ever since he made Professor Sprout very angry last time, almost no professor likes him. Now he wants to say hello to other professors, but look, no one pays any attention to him!"

Dylan slowly shaved the meat off the turkey leg with a knife, then nodded and agreed, "Everyone can tell what a person is like after a long time."

At this moment, Lockhart was wearing a bright pink satin dress. The color was so flashy that even a Thestral a hundred meters away would be blinded by it.

The robe was embroidered with various intricate golden patterns, including phoenixes spreading their wings as if ready to fly, and giant dragons circling and winding.

Every thread sparkled blindingly under the light.

He was smiling as he moved between the teachers.

However, the teachers around him just nodded to him politely, gave him a perfunctory smile, and started chatting with the professor next to them.

Even Professor Trelawney, who had always been marginalized, started chatting with other professors, and no one was willing to give Lockhart a second glance.

It has been two months since the start of the school year, and this guy has hardly accomplished anything. Instead, he has caused a lot of trouble, and in the end, other professors have to clean up his mess.

Most professors are top wizards in a certain field, and they can see through people like this who have no skills at a glance.

But after all, Lockhart's reputation is there. Although he caused chaos in the school when he first came to Hogwarts, he has calmed down recently.

Apart from feeling a little cocky, I haven't made any major mistakes.

Therefore, no one would directly question how poor the other party's ability is.

After all, he's the man who published so many books. If the experiences in the books are true...

Perhaps Lockhart has some abilities that they haven't discovered?
"I imagine Harry and the others didn't have much to eat at the Deathday party. Should we take some food back?"

Neville complained to Lockhart for a long time, then spoke to Dylan.

The Deathday party and the Halloween dinner were on the same day, so Harry and his friends were partying with a group of ghosts and were not here.

And what can a gathering of ghosts have to eat?
Do ghosts need to eat?
Obviously not needed.

It was impossible for the ghosts to prepare a rich meal for Harry and his friends, and they might not even have any food at all. This was one of the reasons why Dylan rejected Hermione and the others' invitation.

He didn't get to experience the Halloween atmosphere at Hogwarts last year, so he certainly couldn't miss it this year.

Besides, I have to deal with some other things later, so it won’t be too late to rush over then.

Now of course, we should enjoy the delicious food that will be made only for Halloween.

"Just pack them some snacks."

Dylan turned an empty bowl into a box and placed a few pieces of soft pumpkin pie, pumpkin crisps, pumpkin cakes, pumpkin egg tarts, and pumpkin glutinous rice cakes inside.

As for meat and drink, he didn't put them in.

Whether it's barbecue or chicken legs, they will get cold after a while, and even if you use magic to reheat them, they will become unpalatable.

Since drinks are easy to spill, one person thought it would be enough to bring them some dry food.

Until the Halloween dinner is over.

Everyone is happy.

—Except Lockhart.

But he is also a character.

Even though he was not liked by other professors, he still had a smile on his face throughout the whole process.

It seemed as if he didn't care at all about the other professors' attitude towards him.

Dylan didn't pay much attention to him. He packed his things and carried them in his hands. After Old Dumbledore announced the end of the dinner and asked everyone to go back to their dormitories, he slowly stood up and walked down the road with Neville at a moderate pace.

Until they came to a corridor.

There was a lot of noise up ahead, and a group of people were huddled together.

Led by a group of Gryffindors, Dylan easily squeezed to the front with Neville.

Harry, Ron and the other two were there too.

Dylan looked at the wall in front of him.

Between the two windows in the corridor, above the torch stand, dark red bloodstains were scribbled into two lines of crooked words.

——The door to the secret room has been opened.

——Enemy of the Successor, beware.

In the flickering light of the torch, the blood seemed to be still slowly seeping down. If you got closer, you could even smell the rusty smell.

There was a pool of water on the ground.

Neville shuddered: "What is this..."

He couldn't help but move backward, hiding his body behind Dylan, and stretched his neck to look forward, with only his head showing.

"Oh my God, it's Mrs. Norris!"

Neville's eyes widened when he saw Mrs. Norris's body hanging stiffly in the air under the torch stand.

At this time, Mrs. Loris's body had turned to stone, her eyes were wide open and her gaze was empty, her hair was standing up messily, her limbs were stretched straight, and she looked very scary.

The classmates around were whispering to each other, and many of them had panic and anxiety on their faces.

Dylan looked at the petrified Mrs. Norris and blinked.

"As an extremely powerful poison, basilisk venom is one of the few substances that can destroy Horcruxes. It is definitely of great research value!"

"Otherwise, we should just capture it alive. Old Dumbledore is always distracted by various people, leaving Harry alone to face danger. This time, with Father Malfoy taking action, Old Dumbledore can't still be watching over this place, right?"

Dylan was thinking in his mind when the Slytherin people came over.

After seeing the situation clearly, Malfoy's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and his cheeks turned red.

Even though Dylan was here, he still looked at Hermione and the others, with the corners of his mouth raised in an undisguised, malicious grin.

"The Heir of Slytherin is here! Did you see what happened to this guy? It's your turn next! Mudbloods!"

Mudblood?
Does this include scolding him as well?

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced over lightly.

Malfoy's arrogant demeanor suddenly froze.

How come this person never learns his lesson?

You only remember to eat and not to be beaten, right?
As for the child Malfoy, he was simply raised astray by his father.

If it weren't for old Malfoy pestering Draco every day, this child would have grown up under the red flag and become very upright.

At least you should know how precious it is to learn to shut up sometimes.

——Maybe some people have to spend their whole lives learning how to shut up.

Dylan didn't attack Malfoy directly at this time.

After all, there are so many people around and he is standing here.

If Malfoy learns the same lesson as last time, the people around him will suffer the consequences.

Moreover, Old Man Dumbledore and the others had probably received the news and were rushing over with the professors. Dylan naturally would not use any curse on Malfoy now.

However, what surprised him was that Hermione did not get too angry after hearing Malfoy's words. She just raised her head and said lightly -

"Haven't you, the dung-spouting prince, brought shame to Slytherin yet? Perhaps the first person the heir will deal with is you? After all, a mudblood wouldn't bring shame to his own house like that."

"you!"

Malfoy glared, and Goyle and Crabbe beside him lowered their heads silently under the gaze of the people around them, and took a step back calmly.

Suddenly, only Malfoy was standing at the front, with people from several houses looking at him.

Malfoy's face suddenly turned redder than a monkey's butt.

His cheeks were tightly locked together, and a crunching sound was heard. It looked like he was about to break his teeth.

Dylan looked at Hermione in surprise, and then there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

This little girl has learned most of his swearing skills!
Faced with insults, not only did he not take those unpleasant words to heart, he even took the initiative to make fun of himself, and directly used a little force to achieve a great result, causing the opponent to completely collapse!
Not bad, not bad. It seems that this little girl often finds someone to practice with.

Dylan glanced again at the smirking Harry and Ron.

As for who Hermione usually finds to practice with...that is unknown.

"My cat—! What happened to Mrs. Norris!!!"

Suddenly, Filch screamed.

He stumbled into the crowd, and after seeing Mrs. Loris who was completely petrified, the expression on his face collapsed a little, and he grabbed his face with one hand.

Then, he saw Harry and the other two closest to his cat. Their eyes bulged and they yelled, "I know! It's you! You hold a grudge against me and killed my cat! I didn't ask you to put me in detention! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Filch roared at the top of his lungs, spit flying everywhere.

Dylan's ears were stinging from his screams.

He tapped his wand: "Cheering Charm!"

A gentle blue light shot out from the tip of his wand, enveloping Filch.

He was originally staggering towards Harry with his bony arms waving, his movements suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face seemed to calm down as if he was thinking of some beautiful memory.

Filch was a complete Squib and had no ability to resist Dylan's spell.

At this time, another burst of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Professor Dumbledore walked in front, followed by Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and other teachers.

When they approached, Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the wand in Dylan's hand, which had not yet been put away. She said in a stern tone: "Dylan, how could you cast a spell on Administrator Filch?"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I just want Mr. Filch to calm down first." Dylan turned his wand slightly and put away the spell.

Filch glared at Dylan, but not as angry as before.

Professor McGonagall did not dwell on this matter too much, but looked at the bloody words on the wall with the other professors, and their expressions became serious.

"Dylan's starting point is good, Argus, you should calm down a little." Old Deng stepped forward and took down Mrs. Loris, who had turned into stone and became solid, from mid-air.

Dylan reminded, "Professor Dumbledore, I think Madam Norris is petrified. Professor Snape told me that mandrake can be made into a restorative agent specifically for removing this petrification state."

Hearing that Mrs. Norris seemed to be saved, Filch was stunned and looked at Dylan quickly: "Are you serious?"

Dylan replied, "Do you think what Professor Snape said is false?"

Professor Snape glanced at Dylan and said nothing.

Filch became excited: "How do you make this potion?"

Dylan reached into his arms and said, "I just happened to brew this kind of potion a while ago to practice."

A bottle of Mandrake potion appeared in his hand.

Filch's eyes were shining, but with Dumbledore beside him, he didn't speak immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Severus, do you think this potion will work?"

Professor Snape glanced coldly at the Mandrake Restoration Potion in Dylan's hand and said, "It's of decent quality. It's more than enough to save a cat."

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Dylan: "Could you please save Mrs. Norris? She is as much a part of Hogwarts as Filch."

Dylan naturally wouldn't refuse: "I'm happy to help."

Professor Sprout stared blankly at the potion in Dylan's hand: "Mandra is very dangerous. When did you-"

"Some of my inventory materials were processed and given to him." Professor Snape said coldly.

Dylan blinked and nodded: "Yes, Professor Snape gave it to me."

"All right--"

Dylan stepped forward and slowly poured the mandrake recovery potion into Mrs. Loris's slightly opened mouth.

As soon as the potion entered her mouth, Mrs. Loris reacted and her stiff body trembled slightly.

Soon, the hair all over its body began to become soft, and its eyes gradually became bright, until it completely got rid of the petrified state, and then jumped out of Old Man Dumbledore's hands and threw itself into Filch's arms.

Filch was so excited that he burst into tears: "You're alive! You're alive!"

Old Deng watched this scene and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Argus, you have to thank Dylan."

Filch, having regained his composure, changed his usual gloomy and stern image, turned to look at Dylan gratefully, and said repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you."

Dylan shook his head slightly: "Within my capabilities."

"Come with me first, Argus, and the three of you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger."

Dumbledore saw Mrs. Norris break free from the petrification, glanced at Dylan, nodded slightly, and was leading a group of teachers away.

Lockhart quickly raised his hand and said, "Headmaster, why don't you go to my office? I mean—it's upstairs, very close."

"Let's go, then. Thank you, Gilderoy."

Lockhart opened his eyes, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he walked in front, leading the way.

Dumbledore, Filch, including Professor Snape and others, also followed.

Wait until the professors leave.

The students present immediately started talking and whispering to each other.

"I can't believe the Chamber of Secrets actually exists! I thought it was just a legend!"

"Doesn't that mean that the monster is real too?"

"My ancestor Merlin! Oh my God!"

How come even Ancestor Merlin said something like this...

Dylan glanced at the student.

Neville, who was standing next to Dylan, also groaned and quickly grabbed Dylan's arm with one hand, preventing himself from falling down.

"That's terrible. If the heir appears and that horrible thing is released, will we be eliminated as well?"

It had been a long time since Neville had shown such a timid look since he met Dylan.

Dean couldn't help but squeeze over and asked nonsensically, "What is that thing you're talking about? And what about the secret chamber and the heir? And why is it related to legends?"

Seamus frowned and explained to his friend, "That's a very old legend—the story of the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir of Slytherin."

"You should know who founded Hogwarts, right?"

Dean tilted his head. "Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, of course I know that."

Seamus nodded. "Yes, that's the four of them. They just had a big disagreement on how to recruit students."

"Salazar Slytherin firmly believed that not everyone who entered Hogwarts to study magic was worthy of this honor. Only those with pure wizard blood were the orthodox heirs of the magical world."

Having said that, Seamus glanced at the Slytherins.

"Rumor has it that Salazar Slytherin, during the construction of the castle, had a hidden agenda and secretly created a chamber of secrets. One day, his true heir will come to Hogwarts, open this chamber, and release a terrifying and ferocious monster!"

"The heir will control the monster and carry out the so-called purification of Hogwarts, which means killing all Muggle-born students. They believe that those who are despised as mudbloods are impurities in the wizarding world and must be eliminated."

"What? So, this legend is actually true?"

Dean was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he said in disbelief, "And now that the monster is released, the first thing it does is kill a poor cat?"

"—and it wasn't actually killed. It was only revived by Dylan with a bottle of potion. I mean—isn't this monster a bit too useless?"

"..."

When these words were spoken, the other students who were originally worried were also stunned.

The Slytherins had even more complicated expressions, looking as ugly as if they had eaten shit.

Seamus' eyelids twitched, fearing that the Slytherins would take advantage of the professor's absence to cause trouble.

He quickly pulled Dean aside and said, "Alright, alright, your words are becoming more and more poisonous."

"I didn't -"

Dean glanced at Dylan and opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw Dylan's calm gaze, he changed the subject.

"Tell the truth! Are we not allowed to tell the truth now?"

At this time, the prefects of each college also left with their students.

The topic of rumors ended there.

However, Dylan's bottle of mandrake recovery potion reduced the fear of the legend in the hearts of many students.

The petrification is not completely unsolvable, which means that the monster is not really able to kill people.

Since you can't die, you naturally won't be too afraid of monsters.

A good while after Halloween.

Almost every college was discussing the legend of the secret room, including the story of Mrs. Norris being attacked but being rescued by Dylan.

Originally, Dylan was only slightly famous in Hogwarts because he often hung out in the professors' offices, but now he is completely famous.

Dylan even opened a few more achievements because of this.

For example, [School Attention], [Castle Focus Boy]...

However, the rewards are just some insignificant attribute points.

For example, mental strength +1, herbal planting affinity +1, etc.

One day, during lunch time.

Although Neville was no longer so frightened by the rumor after hearing Dean's words at the time, he was still a little worried.

Looking at Dylan, who seemed fine, he couldn't help but scratch his head. "Dylan, why don't you discuss this with everyone? Aren't you afraid of the monster in the secret room?"

"And how could your potion still be effective on Mrs. Loris? Did you know that the monster had appeared?"

Dylan stirred the Neapolitan chicken meat and cheese rice in front of him with a spoon, then took a bite and shook his head.

"No, Mandrake Restoration Potion is a very classic recovery potion. Professor Snape selflessly taught me many potion recipes."

"No matter if I brew it myself or under Professor Snape's guidance, I always make many potions. This is just one of them."

Pick up a piece of sweet potato fries, take a bite, and then slurp it down with the creamy bacon pasta.

Dylan smiled and looked at Neville: "Although I am what they call a mudblood, my strength is much stronger than these so-called pure-blood wizards, so -"

"Salazar Slytherin didn't put himself in the Chamber of Secrets, so why should I be afraid?"

Neville was stunned by Dylan's outrageous words: "This..."

Dylan looked at him. "Could it be that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets is the founder of Slytherin?"

"No, that shouldn't be the case..."

After Dylan said this, Neville became even more frightened and trembled: "Did he turn himself into a ghost?"

"That's even better. I happened to read a book about the soul recently, and I want to find a ghost to practice with."

Neville: (=°Д°=)…

"Looking for a ghost to practice with?"

Won't my hand become useless?

(End of this chapter)