Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 135: Professor McGonagall! How did you learn Professor Snape's sharp tongue? Is that right?

"The book says that instead of using mandrake to brew a potion to assist in Animagus transformation, it's better to just hold the mandrake leaves in your mouth."

Half past ten in the morning.

Dylan sat in the library and gently closed the banned book in his hand.

He didn't find a clear formula for the potion, but he saw a suggestion that he didn't know if it would be effective.

"Professor McGonagall also said that Mandrake can transform wizards back into human form. If you want to practice Animagus, perhaps you can use this magical plant to help."

Dylan rubbed his chin and pretended to put the book into his pocket, but actually put it directly into the space.

"But how uncomfortable would it be to hold a mandrake leaf in your mouth all the time?"

The record he saw in this banned book was that holding a mandrake leaf in the mouth could allow the wizard's breath to blend into the leaf.

This allows the wizard to be more fluid and efficient when attempting to transform themselves.

Professor McGonagall had told him so.

"Fortunately, the Mandrake leaves are not toxic when separated from the main body. Since I'm going to hold it in my mouth, I might as well try it for a few days and see the effects."

Dylan thought about it, took out a smaller leaf, put it in his mouth, and pressed it under his tongue.

The moment the edge of the leaf touched his taste buds, Dylan felt a cool sensation with a slightly bitter taste rushing straight to his brain.

"Why do I always feel a little unreliable..."

The library was almost empty at this point.

Even Madam Pince locked the door completely after Dylan left the restricted area and prepared to go to the Quidditch pitch.

When the time was almost up, Dylan left the library and headed towards the Quidditch field.

The air was a little stuffy right now. It had just rained heavily, but it didn't make the weather any fresher. The entire Hogwarts was still covered by a thick layer of clouds.

"You're finally here! I saved a seat for you!"

As soon as Dylan walked onto the stands, Ron waved to him quickly, then pointed to an empty seat next to Neville, then turned his head back to look at the field, almost standing up.

Dylan raised his eyebrows, walked over, and said to Neville, "Why are you occupying the seat he reserved for me?"

Neville chuckled: "Ron asked me to save it for you, but I was also saving a spot for you."

Dylan understood and sat down.

At this moment, the Gryffindor team is taking the field.

This one seems to be Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Except for Slytherin who was booing, the other three houses were cheering for the Gryffindor team.

Soon, the competition began, and more than a dozen brooms rushed into the sky at the whistle of Madam Hooch.

There are four Quidditch balls.

A red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and a Golden Snitch.

The Quaffle scores ten points for scoring goals, and the Bludgers protect teammates and disrupt opponents.

The Golden Snitch is caught by the Seeker, who immediately ends the game and scores 150 points.

As soon as the game started, both Slytherin and Gryffindor teams fought fiercely in mid-air.

Only Harry and Malfoy were flying high in the sky.

Harry looked around, looking everywhere.

Malfoy stopped in front of Harry, pointing his hips towards him, shaking the broom he was riding from time to time.

——He was probably showing off his new flying broom to Harry, but his movements were a little weird.

Just as Malfoy was showing off his broom, a Bludger suddenly flew towards Harry.

Fortunately, Harry's reaction ability is still pretty good.

In addition to the results of his usual training, Dylan would occasionally cast a spell at him for practice.

If Harry couldn't dodge in time, he would have to bear the effects of the spell Dylan practiced.

Dylan even earned the title of "Defeat the Savior" because of this.

However, the reward is very ordinary, it just makes the speed of your spell shooting faster.

But because of this, it was more difficult for Harry to dodge.

However, the more difficult it is, the more it can train a person's abilities.

Although the Bludger was fast, it only grazed Harry's cheek and did not really hurt him.

Malfoy's eyes widened when he saw the Bludger almost hit Harry, but when he saw that the other party was fine, he quickly regained his composure.

Fred rushed forward and hit the Bludger in the direction of Slytherin.

However, what was strange was that the Bludger turned around halfway through its flight and flew towards Harry again at a rapid speed.

This scene made Ron, who had been paying attention to Harry the whole time, slam the handrail under him.

"What's going on? Is someone trying to attack Harry again?"

He turned and asked Hermione, Dylan and the others, "Can you see anyone casting a curse? Hagrid's not here, and we don't even have a telescope!"

Hermione and the others all shook their heads.

When the Bludger attacked Harry again and again, Gryffindor quickly called for a suspension of the match.

However, when Madam Hooch called a timeout for the game, the Bludgers that had been trying to attack Harry suddenly stopped.

Wood complained to Madam Hooch that someone must have tampered with the Bludger, but Madam Hooch didn't believe it at all.

- After all, the balls used in Quidditch games are kept by her personally, and no one can tamper with the Bludgers under her supervision.

And after several verifications by Mrs. Huo Qi, no problems were found at all.

This leaves the game to continue.

Dylan, who was sitting next to Neville, looked towards the center of the field and his eyes moved.

"Maybe I should get a house-elf, too."

The Bludger was apparently the work of Dobby, the house-elf, who was trying to stop Harry from staying at Hogwarts.

Moreover, Dylan was unable to sense what kind of spell the other party used on the Bludger.

This shows that the magic methods of wizards and house-elves seem to be really different. They have their own unique magic, and they can even cast it without a wand.

"However, house elves are usually passed down from generation to generation in a family, and they are probably difficult to buy on the black market."

Thinking that Dobby could even blow old Malfoy away with just a wave of his hand, Dylan's eyes suddenly became eager.

"Why not wait until Harry finally helps Dobby break the contract with Lucius, then I'll take advantage of the opportunity to make my move. Maybe if I capture him, I'll find some achievement reward that allows me to directly contract him."

House-elves have many uses.

Unique magic, wandless spellcasting, unlimited teleportation...

In addition, they can help you clean the room and cook delicious food...

"Looking at it this way, it seems like a house-elf is much more useful than Norbeta."

Thinking of his little Charmander who only knew how to eat and play recently, Dylan shook his head.

"That's not the case. Beta is still quite useful. At least he's been cooperating with me even though I've been bleeding him recently."

On the court, Harry had already found the trace of the Golden Snitch.

Dylan felt much better as he watched the Savior chasing the Golden Snitch while enduring Dobby's kind attacks.

You know what, Dobby's kindness is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

The Golden Snitch kept flying upwards, and Harry could only follow it as it hurtled forward at an altitude of four or five hundred feet.

If Harry is knocked down by the Bludger
"It's only four or five hundred feet. The Savior will surely be able to handle it."

Suddenly, the Gryffindor students stood up excitedly.

——Harry rushed to Malfoy despite the attack of the Bludger.

When Malfoy saw Harry being attacked by the Bludger, he was a little angry and wondered who was playing such a shameful trick. But the next second, he saw Harry rushing towards him as if he was ready to die with him.

His little face turned even paler out of fright.

But in the end, Harry just stopped in front of him, stretched out his arm, and passed it past his head, and a buzzing sound came.

Malfoy turned his head and saw that Harry had caught the Golden Snitch.

——Just above his head!
"You..." Malfoy looked at Harry with complicated eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Harry's hand softened and he dived directly downwards, scaring Malfoy again.

Fortunately, Harry was able to control the trajectory of his broom and finally landed back on the ground.

A group of people surrounded them directly.

At such moments, there is always one person who rushes to the front.

——"Hey! Rangrang, the savior is injured, I want to use a spell to heal him! You, the guy with the camera, remember to take a good-looking picture of me!"

Lockhart clearly didn't use any spells, but he ran even faster than the other Gryffindor teachers and students. He rushed to Harry's side in the first moment, rolled up his sleeves and was about to cast a spell on Harry.

"What? No, wait, I don't need a spell to heal my injury. I just need to go to the school infirmary!" Harry's eyes widened as he looked at Lockhart's raised wand, with a hint of fear visible in his eyes.

Harry's arm was hit twice by the Bludger, and although he didn't fall directly, his arm was broken.

Harry's cry seemed to have attracted no one's attention - Lockhart's spell had already been cast.

From Dylan's position, he couldn't hear what spell Lockhart chanted, but he saw that after Lockhart used magic, Harry suddenly let out a scream.

"Ah! My hand! I can't feel my arm-!!!"

The people around him suddenly dispersed, revealing Harry.

Dylan looked over and saw Lockhart, still looking cocky. He laughed and nodded, "Yes, you broke your bones, so I made them disappear so you won't feel any pain."

"But you just shouted the Repairing Charm!" Harry looked at himself, limp like a cloth bag filled with water, drooping on the ground without any support, his skin and flesh looking particularly loose because there was no bone support.

Harry felt like he was going to faint from fright.

"Maybe you heard it wrong. You can go to the school infirmary now. I think your friend, Mr. Weasley, will be happy to take you there. Remember to tell Madam Pomfrey that I don't want Harry to suffer too much. Go quickly and let her fix you again."

"Make way, make way!" Ron rushed over and, together with Hermione, supported Harry, who was about to faint, and walked skillfully towards the school infirmary.

——They are already familiar with this road.

Hermione had originally given Lockhart some leeway, but after seeing her friend hurt by him like this, she finally believed what Dylan had said.

When passing by Lockhart, Hermione gritted her teeth and stepped on Lockhart's foot viciously.

"hiss!"

In the end, Harry won another Quidditch match for Gryffindor.

——Although the price paid is high.

However, everyone had been carried away, and there was nothing to see next, so Dylan slowly followed the crowd off the stage.

"My tongue feels numb. Isn't it said that mandrake leaves are actually non-toxic as long as you don't chew them?"

While Dylan was having lunch, Hermione and Ron brought good news about Harry.

"How is it? I mean, Harry, have his bones been completely changed by Lockhart?" Dylan looked at them.

"Madam Pomfrey said it should be fine. Even though the bone is gone, it can grow again." Hermione sighed.

"Use the Bone Spirit, right?" Dylan asked.

"Yes, Harry will grow a full twenty-nine bones." Hermione nodded.

Lockhart's magic was the same as his person—unique and ingenious.

"Maybe I should ask him how to make the enemy's bones disappear."

Dylan's thoughts were swirling in his heart.

"This magic is too evil. But I'm a second-year wizard who's as good as the Dark Lord, and I don't have it in my repertoire of spells. This is too unbecoming of my status."

When talking about Harry's condition while being treated by Madam Pomfrey, Ron grinned.

"Oh my God, I can't imagine how much pain Harry must have felt. Looking at his expression, I almost died of pain."

Fred and George were laughing not far away.

"At least he's okay."

"And we beat Slytherin!"

"Yes, we have done another great thing!"

Neville sat next to Dylan, drinking his soup while whispering, "Before I came to eat, I saw Slytherin's captain Flint scolding Malfoy. They all said that Harry had blinded Malfoy so much that he couldn't even see the Golden Snitch above his head."

Dylan shrugged, his voice a little unclear: "This shows that Malfoy's eyes are not on the top of his head."

Neville suppressed his laughter: "Dylan, you'd better stop talking for now, be careful that the mandrake doesn't slip into the soup."

Dylan smacked his lips. "I didn't drink any soup."

After eating, Dylan wanted to rinse his mouth, but because of the leaves in his mouth, he couldn't make any big movements.

Dylan could only use a cleansing spell to clean his mouth.

"Is this method Professor McGonagall mentioned really reliable? You have to hold a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a whole month? How smelly will it be when you take it out?"

A few days passed uneventfully.

Dylan received some rather bad news while attending Professor McGonagall's after-school tutoring session.

"What? I have to hold it in my mouth during a full moon for it to work?!" Dylan glared.

Professor McGonagall drank the sweetened black tea that Dylan had conjured with a spell, looked at him pitifully, and nodded slightly: "I thought I made it clear enough last time. It starts with a full moon, ends with a full moon, and the next full moon will be before Christmas."

"I'm dizzy."

Dylan's eyes went dark and he wanted to leave this world immediately.

"So what are all these days I've been holding this bitter mandrake leaf in my mouth?"

Professor McGonagall gently grasped the handle of the teacup with her right hand, slowly raised the cup to her lips, and took another sip of the still steaming black tea. The not-too-scalding tea slid down her throat.

Looking at Dylan's somewhat collapsed expression, she tilted her head slightly, with pity in her eyes.

Putting down the teacup, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, paused for two seconds, and said with concern, "Perhaps, you have provided a warm oral cradle for the mandrake for a few days?"

"." Dylan felt that not only was everything dark in front of his eyes, but his head also seemed to be starting to feel dizzy.

"Professor, you... I even thought I was talking to Professor Snape."

Dylan spat out the mandrake leaves.

He simply used a levitation spell to hold it in mid-air, with no intention of touching it with his hands.

——He doesn't want his hands to become smelly.

"Throw it in here."

Professor McGonagall cast a spell gently, and the trash can in the corner floated over.

She waved her wand and the lid of the trash can opened.

Dylan was about to throw the leaves in when the trash can suddenly burped loudly.

"Hey, what's delicious?"

Dylan twitched the corner of his mouth and fanned the air in front of him with his hand. Without using his wand, the mandrake leaves were thrown in.

"What is this? It stinks! Miamiamia~ It's vegetarian and delicious!"

Professor McGonagall smiled and waved her wand again, snapping the lid of the trash can shut and moving it back to the corner.

"This is the trash can Albus gave me. It's still pretty interesting."

The corners of Dylan's mouth couldn't stop twitching.

"Is this a birthday present for you?"

"Yes, just last month."

Dylan forced a dry laugh. "Not bad, not bad, quite—quite a thoughtful idea."

"But my favorite is the birthday gift you gave me. The notebook has a herbal fragrance, like mint, with a hint of lemon. I even use it as my personal aromatherapy now."

Professor McGonagall pointed to the Transformed Quidditch Notebook on the upper right corner of her desk, her smile undiminished.

Dylan chuckled and said, "As long as you like it."

In fact, the full name of this notebook should be called - Catnip Notebook for Quidditch Competition Anytime, Anywhere.

After chatting for a while about Transfiguration and Animagus, Dylan stood up to say goodbye and then turned to leave Professor McGonagall's office.

Although Dylan did not find any better ways to practice Animagus or potions that could help in the banned book.

But Professor McGonagall also provided him with a new list of materials.

In other words, it is a mixture made from mandrake leaves that have been held in the mouth for a month and some other things, and it is not considered a potion.

The materials above are easy to obtain, and Dylan plans to wait until the next full moon to see what happens.

But at this time, a piece of news spread like wildfire on campus.

——Someone was attacked by the heir and the monster again!
Dylan heard Neville talk about this while they were having dinner.

The person being attacked was Colin, the little fan who loved taking pictures of Harry on various occasions and was also Ginny's deskmate.

He was attacked on his way to visit Harry, and now he was lying in the school infirmary with Harry.

It is said that the two are still clinically side by side.

"This can be considered a successful star chasing." Dylan hardly spoke while eating, just listening to Neville telling him about this and that news.

——I don’t know where he got all this information from.

During this time, Dylan also got used to being more silent.

Although he was no longer holding the mandrake leaf in his mouth, he just ate his meal quietly.

At this time, Fred and George walked into the restaurant, their eyes fixed on Dylan, and rushed over in a hurry.

"?"

Dylan looked at the two of them and signaled with his eyes.

George spoke up, "Dylan, my sister won't come to dinner. No matter how I try to persuade her, it's no use. She won't even listen to Percy!"

Fred nodded and said, "Yeah, do you have any ideas to make her less depressed? At least not to lock herself up in the dormitory?"

Dylan froze for a moment, blinking.

Faced with the two people's pleas, he had to open his mouth to respond: "What happened to Ginny?"

Fred looked helpless. "Mrs. Norris was attacked at the time, and Ginny must have been frightened. George and I comforted her for a long time before she was not so sad."

George sighed, "But now Colin is being attacked, and that's Ginny's deskmate."

Fred added, "He meant in Charms."

George nodded. "Yes, my deskmate in Charms class, but no matter what, the result is—"

Fred scratched his head. "She's terrified now. I've almost pulled out all the prank props George and I have been researching, but she's not interested!"

George looked sad: "She used to love the prank props we invented the most!"

Dylan paused for two seconds. "Have you ever considered that maybe Ginny was just flattering your two brothers?"

The twins were startled.

"what do you mean--"

"She actually doesn't like the props we made? She's just trying to fool us?"

"That's impossible! She's obviously the favorite!"

Fred and the other man flatly denied it.

"Then why can't you invite him now?"

Dylan's words left the twins speechless, and they sat down crying.

"Oh my God, I can't imagine—"

"Ginny has been giving us the cold shoulder?"

"In fact, she doesn't think highly of the prank props we made!"

"She's such a good little liar!"

Neville turned to look at Dylan.

Dylan shrugged slightly.

"I'm sorry. I also want to make Ginny happy again, but I really don't know what else I can do. She even rejected you brothers. Maybe you can let Ginny go see Harry. Maybe her mood will improve."

Fred looked up. "No way—"

George also spoke up: "Harry's arms are scary now. I saw them last time I was there."

Fred nodded: "Ginny will have nightmares after seeing this, it will be even more terrifying!"

"Then I really have no choice." Dylan shook his head and continued eating.

By the evening, no one knew what tricks the two brothers used, but they finally let Ginny go out for dinner.

"Anyway, the diary won't really do anything to Ginny. When Harry and Tom confront each other, that will be a good time for Karsus to make an appearance."

Dylan didn't care about this. He planned to ask Professor McGonagall in a couple of days and go to Diagon Alley again to exchange all the pounds he had.

——His father wrote to him saying that they had recently made a lot of money.

Dylan wanted to ask why the word "do" was used to describe it, as it seemed that his family was not serious. However, after seeing the amount of the money, he wrote a reward letter in return, praising his capable father and mother word for word.

This time, the Hawkwoods got a full million pounds!

Dylan was very happy.

It seems that the stocks he had previously guided his father to trade have exploded again.

"Thank you, Professor Trelawney. Who said Divination is useless? This is so useful!"

Another week passed, and the full moon was approaching. Dylan had already agreed with Professor McGonagall to apply for leave from school before then to go to Gringotts to exchange money.

Professor McGonagall herself would not allow it, but the person who made the request to her was Dylan, not another student.

She agreed.

Friday night before the weekend.

Dylan sat in the lounge for a while, reading a book and rubbing the coal briquettes.

He has to go to the Forbidden Forest again tonight to meet Hagrid.

In fact, it would be okay for him to ask Hagrid to help him change the money, but Dylan was afraid that someone would cheat him out of all his money along the way.

——Dylan felt that it was entirely possible for him to do such a thing.

Last week, when he took Norbeta to the Forbidden Forest to meet Hagrid in private, Hagrid said that the expensive snacks he bought for Norbeta were taken away by someone.

Strictly speaking, I was cheated.

And he was deceived by an evil spirit.

Dylan didn't know why the dreadlocks that only existed in the Black Forest in Germany appeared here, and he also stole a few cans of food from Hagrid.

He even suspected that the so-called evil spirit was actually a dark wizard in disguise, who intended to cheat Hagrid of his money.

But Hagrid was too poor, so the dark wizards naturally looked down upon the meat he bought. He could make a small profit by reselling the canned meat, so he cheated him out of it.
How could Dylan trust Hagrid with his money?
That's one million pounds!

Adding what he had saved before, if all were converted into Galleons, it would be more than 500,000!
At this time, a group of little wizards walked into the lounge, holding some strange things in their hands.

"I heard from Colin, who was petrified and then revived by Professor Snape with a potion, that the time he was turned into stone was like being dead."

"How horrible! What on earth did he see?"

"That guy couldn't explain it clearly. He just said he saw a shadow, which made me even more scared."

"Hey, will this thing you bought work? It looks like a toy."

"Who said that? This is my protective blue crystal! I asked my dad to get it from that old wizard shop in Diagon Alley!"

"Well, I hope my silver bell pendant is useful when I meet that monster. My mother said it was a moonlight pendant made of pure silver, but I always feel that my mother was deceived."

"Ever since I became a wizard, she always said that she met God, and those apostles of God asked her to believe in an inexplicable thing."

"Ah? I think she's really been deceived. There's no God in this world. There's only magic! You should write her a letter and ask her."

Hearing the conversation of the group of little wizards, Dylan raised his head slightly, only to see the twins running towards him.

"Hey! Dylan! You're here!"

"Look at this! We made a killing selling it!"

"A full seventy Galleons!"

Because there were still more than 700,000 Galleons on the panel, Dylan was a little stunned when he heard that he had made a fortune in just a few dozen Galleons.

"That's pretty good."

Dylan blinked as he looked at the things hanging on the twins.

Fred was covered in large green onions and had a lot of wooden signs with words engraved on them that Dylan couldn't understand.

It was neither Greek nor Latin, and looked a bit like Sanskrit, but it was completely different.

As for George, the things he wore looked much more high-end.

It's amethyst, and its quantity is rare, but it's hung everywhere, making it look like an amethyst Christmas tree.

"But the symbols engraved on your amulets, are they just drawn randomly? I see that each one is different." Dylan asked.

"That will make it more unique! Each one is unique!" George chuckled.

"No one will buy them if they are all exactly the same, and we can't make them either." Fred also said with a smile.

Dylan nodded. "As expected of you guys. So you want me to buy one too? You know I don't believe in this."

"No, no, no." Fred waved his hands quickly.

"We want you to add some magic to these amulets!" George said expectantly.

"That's right, now there are so many guys selling amulets, and our business is being squeezed out very badly!" Fred cried miserably.

"Let me help with the spell?" Dylan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, yes." George nodded repeatedly, "It's the one you did in our bedroom last time."

"The one that can block the explosion!" Fred's eyes sparkled.

"I promise! With your magic spell, we just need to perform it properly in front of everyone-"

"Our amulets will sell out instantly!"

The twins said in unison: "How about we give you 50% of the profits then?"

Dylan: “.”

He opened his mouth and wanted to refuse directly. After all, with so many amulets, how long would it take him to arrange them all?
But looking at the two brothers' expectant eyes, and thinking of their clean but shabby bedroom.

"Oh, forget it, just consider it as giving these two idiots some experience."

After all, they will be people who do big business in the future. If we don’t support them now and instead pour a bucket of cold water on them, it will somewhat undermine their self-confidence.

"I can only try it on you Amethysts. Forget about the others. I don't have that much time."

In fact, the twins had already prepared themselves for rejection, but after hearing Dylan's words, their eyes widened in surprise.

In fact, they just came to ask, after all, this was the business they wanted, and they probably didn't lack these little things.

But there’s no harm in asking. I didn’t expect there would be such a pleasant surprise!
The twins thanked him profusely.

"Okay! Thank you so much, Dylan! Good people will have a peaceful life!"

"Our whole family will be grateful to your whole family!"

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"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take your things and leave."

The twins immediately shut their mouths, but kept their eyes open, staring at Dylan eagerly. Their eager look made Dylan feel furious.

"Take your stuff to my dorm, and stay away from me!"

Dylan got up with the coal briquettes and returned to his dormitory.

The twins hurriedly followed him, but they also obediently kept a certain distance from him.

Perhaps because the materials were difficult to obtain, Fred and his friends didn't have much amethyst, so Dylan reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He placed all the amethysts on his bed, and the crystals collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

Then, Dylan waved his wand.

"Protego!"

A blue light burst out from the tip of his wand, like a mist, covering the amethysts in front of him.

Using armor to protect them alone naturally cannot last for too long. If you want the spell to last longer, you will need another spell.

"Permanent Sticking Charm!"

Dylan's technique was already very skillful. His wand drew smooth arcs in the air, and the moment he uttered the spell, ripples appeared in the air.

The blue halo that wrapped around the amethyst gradually twisted and gradually spread towards the amethyst.

The twins also saw that there seemed to be some golden lines in the blue light, and they widened their eyes in surprise.

Until the spell of armor slowly seeped into the amethysts.

The amethyst, which originally looked a bit inferior, now became more smooth. The purple light and blue light intertwined and merged, and the boundary between the two gradually became blurred.

Soon, the spell was completed and the crystal amulet with protective effect was ready.

"Okay, okay?" Fred's eyes widened.

"So fast?" George was a little dumbfounded.

Dylan glanced at the two of them: "Don't think I did it quickly-"

"It's not slow at all, actually?" the twins said at the same time.

Rolling his eyes, Dylan waved his hand.

"Go to hell, take these amulets and go out to do business."

"The permanent sticking charm can't really keep the armor's protective effect permanently. Once the magic wears off, the amulets will turn into ordinary amethysts again."

"I didn't use up too much mana on this, you know?"

Upon hearing this, the twins did not dare to delay any further, but instead scooped up all the amethysts on the bed.

"Yes Sir! I promise to complete the mission!"

"Fifty percent profit, don't worry, madam!"

Dylan raised his wand, ready to cast a fierce fire spell.

Fortunately, the two brothers ran fast and were not burned to ashes.

Dylan rolled his eyes again and sheathed his wand.

Late at night, Dylan put on the Shadow Ring and, with the help of the power of the coal, turned into a black shadow, left Hogwarts Castle and entered the Forbidden Forest.

He silently shuttled through the Forbidden Forest and came to the cave where he had agreed to meet with Hagrid. He summoned Norbeta out.

Beta has grown a lot now. Fortunately, this cave is not small and can still accommodate it without flying around.

Hagrid came up a moment later, carrying a large lump of flesh on his back - almost taller than himself.

"you are late."

Hagrid put the piece of meat down embarrassedly, and then cut it into small pieces for Beta himself and fed it to the dragon happily.

At the same time, he apologized to Dylan: "Sorry, I met a little guy. I haven't seen it for a long time, so I'm a little late."

"Little guy? What kind of magical creature could have you so concerned?"

Hagrid looked at Dylan, then at Norbeta, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It was a unicorn. It was nearly killed. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise it would have met with the murderous hand of the You-Know-Who."

Dylan's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Unicorn?"

Or the one that Quirrell nearly killed?
Isn’t that the one he rescued?
You've been hiding from him for a while, and now you're out again?

Dylan really wanted to take away everything Hagrid brought and leave with Norbeta, but he restrained himself.

"Yes, unicorn, its injuries are much better now." Hagrid said in a muffled voice.

"You said it hasn't appeared for such a long time. Could it have encountered some accident?" Dylan took the opportunity to ask.

"That shouldn't be the case. Perhaps its tribe has stopped it from coming out on its own. After all, it's still very young."

Hagrid shook his head. "When I saw it, it was completely free of all wounds and looked as beautiful as before."

"Oh, I see." Dylan suddenly realized.

Although the unicorn looked quite large, it was probably quite tiny compared to the life of a unicorn.

After the last dangerous encounter, it was normal that I was stopped by the elders at home and not allowed to go out to play.

I guess they released him because he had been living in peace for half a year and they felt there was no danger anymore.

Dylan thought about it and decided to wait until the time was almost up. Then he called Norbeta to come to him, put her into the space, and said goodbye to Hagrid.

Hagrid was still quite reluctant to leave, and Dylan, as usual, told him to keep the matter strictly confidential and not to reveal it to anyone.

Otherwise the dragon would be sent away, and he, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and even Hagrid himself would be implicated. Even the savior would be imprisoned in Azkaban before he could save the world again.

The Ministry of Magic doesn't care whether you're an adult or not.

Of course, if the problem is not particularly serious, such as like Barty Jr., who directly participated in dark magic activities as a Death Eater, he would generally not be imprisoned.

Is it a particularly serious problem to just privately raise a dragon?
Dylan just doesn't want to do it.

He didn't want to expose his alt-account of Karsus right now.

Hogwarts is so good, it is impossible to go against the entire wizarding world. There are too many troubles caused by independent cultivators, and they can only barely maintain their lives by exploiting the school's resources every day. Besides, the people here speak nicely, and Dylan really likes staying here.

After leaving the cave, Dylan did not go back to the dormitory to sleep immediately, but wandered around in the forbidden forest.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed through the dark forest.

Dylan immediately followed, struggling to catch up among the dense branches and tangled roots.

Finally, in an open space bathed in moonlight, the figure stopped.

Dylan took a closer look and was surprised and delighted. It was indeed the unicorn he had rescued that time!

"Hurry up and give me back the money! No, I want my blood to flow!"

unicorn:"."

(End of this chapter)