Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 140 Are you Snape's favorite disciple? Don't hold back, cast your spell on me!

In December, the weather gets even colder.

The wind will also carry the coldness of the forbidden forest pine needles.

Dylan is waiting for number 19 to arrive.

It was a full moon, and it was also the initial time when Dylan would begin preparing for the Animagus again.

But before that, after a Potions class, the students were pouring out of the classroom, but Professor Snape walked up to Dylan with a cold face.

"Come with me."

Before Dylan could come to his senses, Professor Snape had already walked a long way away, his black robe fluttering without dragging on the ground at all.

He blinked, stepped on his shadow which was lengthened by the setting sun, and quickly caught up with the professor.

Professor Snape led him all the way to his office.

After entering, Dylan had just stood still when Professor Snape turned around, his black robe fluttering, and he looked at him coldly.

Dylan: ⊙_⊙

Oh my god, professor, there are only two of us here, do you still want to show off like this?
"I wonder what you want me to do, Professor?"

It was time for dinner. Cooking for a whole class had not only consumed his energy but also his physical strength, and his stomach had already started to rumble in protest.

But Dylan still remained patient, looking up at Professor Snape, always maintaining respect for a professor.

"Have you seen the notice on the bulletin board?" Professor Snape crossed his arms.

"Announcement?" Dylan was stunned, then shook his head. "I haven't noticed it."

"Don't you usually read the college announcements?" Professor Snape narrowed his eyes.

"You're welcome, yes." Dylan nodded sincerely.

"..." Professor Snape's mouth twitched, and without further ado, he spoke directly, "You should go and join the dueling club tonight."

"Hmm?" Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Dueling Club? The one from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Professor Snape nodded slightly: "Yes."

Dylan tilted his head. "Professor, are you sure you want me to go? If I get into a fight with the other students and make them cry, wouldn't that be a bad look?"

(`_)
Professor Snape gave Dylan a sidelong glance.

After a brief silence, he continued, "You don't have to duel with those students."

"That is?"

"You could have challenged the professor directly, Lockhart. He's been spreading the word that he's looking for an assistant—and I recommended you to him."

Professor Snape paused: "McGonagall and the others also recommended you."

Dylan's eyelids twitched.

Let him duel Lockhart?
And it was a proposal from all professors?
This is to treat Lockhart as a Scotsman!

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape had previously challenged Dylan to a duel test.

After that duel, the professors must have known that his strength was almost the same as that of an adult wizard - or even a wizard with extremely powerful means, and he might even be better.

As for Lockhart... after the past six months, the professors probably know what level he is at.

Let him beat Lockhart, are you really asking him to beat Lockhart?
"That's not right. Why do I remember that Professor Snape also participated in the original activities of this club? Wait - Lockhart should have asked Professor Snape to be his dueling assistant before, right?"

Dylan smacked his lips.

Is this a beating?
If he beat up Lockhart and the students beat up the professor - if this news gets out, will his reputation be ruined?
Dylan tried to remind Professor Snape: "You know, I've gained more experience with many spells recently, and the one in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class...what if I accidentally cause some serious harm? That wouldn't be a good idea, right?"

Professor Snape's expression was calm: "Don't worry, I will treat him on the side."

<)Oh!
With Professor Snape's words, Dylan felt relieved.

As for Lockhart, he has no strength at all. He could easily cripple the opponent with just one move.

But he didn't hit too hard, and when it got to Lockhart, he still couldn't bear it and got seriously injured, and in the end he had to carry the big black iron pot.

"Remember, don't hold back. You'll be facing the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor personally invited by Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"His rich methods and ruthless experience are beyond the ability of a student like you to deal with, so—"

"Use all your means to deal with him, understand?"

Dylan swallowed.

How on earth had Lockhart offended his affable Professor Snape?

Actually forced an honest man to be so vicious~
But... let him use all means?
Then he would just cast fifty killing curses.

——Professor Snape, you have to protect me!
Of course, even if he didn't use the killing curse, he could just throw out two invisible sharp swords.

Old Dumbledore would have to pick up the little chicken Fawkes who had just been reborn from the ashes and beg Lockhart to die - at least not in Hogwarts!
"I see, Professor."

Dylan restrained his expression, nodded to Professor Snape, and accepted the job.

After all, Lockhart was a professor.

It has been a long time since he beat up Quirrell last time and he hasn't unlocked any achievements related to beating up the professor.

This time I might as well give it a try.

Gululu~
Dylan's stomach made a sound at the right time, like a winged demon gnawing at his brain, echoing the slight groan of the cracking ice on the Black Lake outside the window.

The flames in the fireplace flickered, casting a shadow of Professor Snape's hooked nose on his profile.

Seeing that Dylan accepted his arrangement so readily, Professor Snape finally showed a look of satisfaction.

——The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Come on, go eat. Your stomach is noisier than a troll rampaging down the hallway."

Dylan smiled sheepishly: "It seems that it has more courage than me to urge you to eat."

"Do you think I'm wasting your time?" Professor Snape narrowed his eyes.

"No, no, no, how could that be? Let's go to the restaurant together, Professor, it's time for you to eat too."

Professor Snape paused, snorted, and then walked towards the door first.

When passing by Dylan, he even said: "Are you hungry? Why don't you hurry up?"

"Right on." Dylan followed immediately.

After dinner, Dylan went back to the dormitory to read for a while, and then entered the suitcase to check the space.

——After all, there is a group of goblins who are different from normal goblins. He is also worried that these guys who seem to be distant relatives of goblins but whose brains are far less smart than goblins will cause him some trouble and chaos.

He had caught them a few times before, and these guys wanted to prey on the few small animals in the forest.

He gave him a good beating with the Cruciatus Curse.

He is much more honest now.

Wait until almost eight o'clock.

Dylan also left the dormitory and headed to the auditorium again.

As soon as he entered the door, Dylan thought he had come to the wrong place.

At this time, the decoration of the entire auditorium became different.

Above the head, hundreds of candles were emitting light wantonly. The light was dazzling, yet it also had an indescribable vulgarity.

Moreover, the light could only illuminate the upper part, making the entire auditorium appear slightly dim.

At the same time, the dining tables of the four colleges disappeared again.

Instead, there is a long and narrow, but also smaller platform.

Unlike the large platform prepared by Professor Snape and others at that time, this looked like a catwalk, but there was no -, only I.

The platform even seemed to be gold-plated, and the dark gold stage had intricate and exaggerated patterns, which looked gaudy and tacky.

At this moment, many people have gathered around the long stage, including students from various colleges, and there are quite a lot of them.

After all, he is the famous Lockhart. No matter how incompetent he has performed in the academy recently, there will always be a group of book fans supporting him.

I just don't know whether most of the people who came to watch this time supported him or wanted to make fun of him.

"Duel Club! The name sounds cool!"

"A bet on actual magic, the style is definitely unambiguous!" "Hahahaha, you actually bet on me?"

"You're welcome, I just said it casually."

"This is the first year Hogwarts has a Duelling Club. I heard Professor Lockhart is the head of it!"

"Could it be that Professor Lockhart has had enough of the rumors circulating in the school and decided to take action himself to prove his strength?"

"Possibly! I suppose so! After all, that's Lockhart! Lockhart who travels with trolls!"

Dylan walked into the crowd and heard many students talking.

At this moment, Lockhart suddenly walked onto the stage amid cheers.

Dylan looked up and his eyes were almost burned to death by the burning sensation.

Lockhart was wearing a bright pink velvet robe today, the color was as bright as if it had just been fished out of the sun, and the robe was embroidered with large golden flowers, each of which was almost the size of a palm.

“Is this really beautiful?”

Moreover, why is Lockhart's dressing style becoming more and more bold and perverted...

She's dressed up all over the place, like a bitch.

Dylan shuddered.

Looking at Lockhart's iconic smile, Dylan always had the urge to slap him twice.

"Everybody come here—gather around!"

Lockhart swung his robe violently, hitting a student next to him in the face, causing him to roll his eyes and almost faint.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! It smells like a hundred kinds of perfume. I'm almost suffocating!"

The student dropped Lockhart's robes to the ground.

But Lockhart was so focused on himself that he didn't notice this at all.

Or—even if he noticed, he might think that the student wanted to take his robe home and keep it.

"I must tell you all this to prevent Hogwarts students from being at a loss when faced with dangerous situations and letting their cowardice consume them!"

"——Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start this dueling club to ensure that one day you will be able to protect yourself calmly like me!"

"——If you want to know more details, then go and read my published works. Each one will definitely impress you!"

Lockhart put his hands on his hips and said, "Before that, let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape."

"Also, he generously recommended his most outstanding student to me—almost every professor said so, but it doesn't matter. That is—Mr. Dylan Hawkwood! Please come on stage!"

Lockhart's voice echoed through the hall, and the gold dust from his shirt cuffs scattered in the candlelight.

This caused a Hufflepuff student to suddenly start sneezing - A-choo!
Dylan paused, then walked toward the stage.

The surrounding students all looked over.

"Oh, don't be nervous, Mr. Hawkwood. I won't hurt you."

Lockhart waved to Dylan.

——He noticed that Dylan's eyes were a little wandering, and thought that the other party was afraid, so he smiled warmly.

But in fact, Dylan was secretly glancing at Professor Snape's expression at the other end of the platform.

This Lockhart actually called him Professor Snape's favorite disciple?
What did this make those Slytherins think?
However, it seemed that Professor Snape had no objection to this title. He just sat there with a calm expression - he didn't even look at Dylan, but his chin seemed to be slightly raised.

Just a little bit really.

"Come, child, come here."

After Dylan came on stage, Lockhart quickly pulled him closer, then turned around and spoke loudly to the students around him:
"Mr. Hawkwood will be back to you safe and sound. I only asked him to give a demonstration—a simple one."

In the audience, Harry, Hermione and others had also squeezed over.

Seeing the duel club being established and launched for the first time, the first people to come on stage were Dylan and Lockhart, and the three of them were a little confused.

"Ah? Are the two of them going to duel? Is he crazy? How dare he do that?"

Ron's voice was a little loud, and since he was close to the stands, Lockhart heard it. He turned around, smiled, and said to Ron, "I told you, don't worry, nothing will happen to your friends."

--nonsense!
Ron's eyes widened.

Did I say Dylan?
He opened his mouth, but Lockhart had already turned around, and one hand gripped Dylan's shoulder very hard, then slapped it twice and pushed Dylan forward.

"Go ahead and stand over there. I heard from Professor Snape that you understand the etiquette of dueling."

Dylan felt the force on his shoulder, took a step back, and frowned slightly.

But he didn't say anything, instead he stood opposite Lockhart.

The two men held their wands, placed them across their chests, and lowered their heads slightly.

Dylan simply and crisply performed a standard wizard duel salute.

Lockhart, however, was holding a wand, and his hands were like they were under a confusion spell. He did a lot of fancy moves before he bent down.

"Yes, this is the duel etiquette, it is as simple as you can see-"

As Lockhart straightened up, he looked at the students around him.

"Next, I will count to three, and then Mr. Hawkwood and I will cast a spell at the same time. Don't worry, I won't cast a spell on Mr. Hawkwood that can kill the troll."

"And you, Mr. Hawkwood, do not hold back and cast all your spells upon me!"

Dylan heard this and silently raised his wand.

Lockhart also slowly raised his wand.

"Three—two—one!"

Dylan nodded gently.

"Sectumsempra!"

——In fact, Dylan didn’t even need to raise his staff and chant the spell. He was already very proficient in the Shadowless Divine Edge and could cast the spell silently.

However, Dylan was worried that if he didn't recite the spell, Lockhart would have no idea what spell he was under, so he recited the spell anyway.

And the moment his voice fell.

The void twisted, and a blurry and unclear trace tore through the void, shaking the air and flying out.

"puff--!"

A large ball of blood suddenly burst out of Lockhart's body.

The students in the front row immediately smelled a scent of rust, which reminded many of the bloody experience in Potions class this afternoon when Professor Snape asked them to deal with salamanders.

Looking at Lockhart again, a horrifying long cut ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right waist.

The invisible sharp blade instantly tore his originally white shirt apart, and the torn pieces of cloth gushed out along with the blood, and the bright red blood flowed down.

——The blood splatter traces are somewhat similar to the raspberry jam at the Halloween dinner, and they both make people feel sweet.

Dylan was a little surprised.

Why does this guy's blood smell so disgusting?
But before he could think about it, a shrill scream followed.

"what!"

Lockhart's body went limp, and he fell to his knees with a thud, then collapsed to the ground.

He tried to raise his wand and heal himself, but the pain made his body cramp.

Lockhart's already weak will was completely unable to withstand the pain brought by the injury.

In fact, Dylan did not really use any ruthless force. The moment the sharp sword hit Lockhart, he dissipated the spell.

As a result, the cut on Lockhart's body, although it looked hideous and scary, actually did not cause much damage, but just made him bleed a little more.

——He didn’t even break a bone. Wasn’t he gentle enough?

It wasn't that Dylan wanted to hold back, but he didn't want to use the Shadowless Divine Strike. After splitting Lockhart in half, even old Dumbledore came with Fox in his arms but couldn't save him, so he finally called him into the office alone.

——He doesn't want to accept the training of previous principals.

Obviously, Professor Snape also knew this. The wound on Lockhart's body could be easily healed by using a counter-spell.

But no one knew what happened to Lockhart. He just fell to the ground, screaming continuously, holding the wand in his hand but never waving it.

(End of this chapter)