Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 143 Give the professor a memory box so he can recall the night he held Lily's body
After Harry demonstrated his ability to speak Parseltongue, the atmosphere in the Dueling Club seemed to become a little subtle.

Originally everyone was very interested in the duel, but now many people began to whisper to each other, discussing whether Harry, who showed a talent for Parseltongue, was the heir of Slytherin?

At first, the voices of these young wizards were not loud, but as more and more people joined in the discussion, the entire Dueling Club stopped dueling and started talking about Harry enthusiastically.

"The heir of Slytherin is actually a Gryffindor student?"

"I can't imagine. I thought maybe it would be Malfoy."

"But this seems normal, right? Slytherin's prophecy didn't seem to say that his future heir must appear in Slytherin house, right?"

"That's true, but even though Potter has shown a talent for Parseltongue, if he were the heir of Slytherin and a student of Gryffindor, he wouldn't have opened the Chamber of Secrets, released the monster, and let it slaughter half-blood wizards."

"How is that impossible? Those Gryffindors don't study magic well every day. Instead, they are obsessed with creating something earth-shattering."

"...It seems to make sense."

In the auditorium, people gathered in groups of three or five, heads huddled together, chatting intensely.

They all wanted to know whether Harry was the heir of Slytherin, whether he had opened the Chamber of Secrets, or whether he had control over the monster?

Lockhart actually didn't care about any of this. On the contrary, he was very excited about the Chamber of Secrets.

Because this means that he can very likely use this incident to launch another legendary adventure book that will shock the wizarding world!
Moreover, this incident is related to Hogwarts, so his ranking will definitely rise to a higher level!

So Lockhart didn't care much about the Chamber of Secrets. What he cared more about now was to get everyone's attention back on him, the founder of the Dueling Club!
He is the protagonist tonight!
However, Lockhart kept moving among the crowd, waving left and right, trying to get everyone's attention back, but no one paid any attention to him.

——Even if they are fans of his books.

After all, the Heir of Slytherin was involved with the Chamber of Secrets and monsters.

And that monster might start a massacre at Hogwarts!
When it comes to their own lives, who cares about a guy wearing a child's wizard robe?

Harry couldn't stand the talk of everyone, so Hermione dragged him away with Ron.

Dylan knew that this was probably the end of the day, so he raised his foot and walked towards Professor Snape.

"Professor, it seems this person no longer needs our help. Why don't we leave too?"

Professor Snape glanced at him, then nodded, said nothing, and walked straight towards the side door of the hall.

Dylan quickly followed.

After leaving the auditorium, Dylan did not ask any questions until he walked into the corridor, when Professor Snape spoke first.

"You don't seem surprised at all that your friend is a Parseltongue?"

Dylan was slightly startled. "Is there anything surprising about Parseltongue?"

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and spoke as if he had bytes stuck in his throat.

"Almost all known Parseltongue users are descendants of Slytherin, but that Potter has mastered this ability. He will be in big trouble in the future."

Dylan nodded. "Yeah, and it should be quite a big problem."

Dylan naturally knew that the reason why Harry could speak Parseltongue was not because he was a descendant of Slytherin, but was related to Voldemort's soul.

If Voldemort truly dies and the soul fragments in Harry's body are also destroyed, he will naturally lose the ability to speak Parseltongue.

So in fact, Dylan didn't have to extract Harry's soul. If he could directly extract Voldemort's soul fragments and then swallow them, he might be able to directly master the ability of Parseltongue.

However, as a Horcrux, Harry's own soul has merged with Voldemort's soul fragment, and the two do not exist independently, so it is difficult for Dylan to directly extract Voldemort's soul fragment.

Seeing that Dylan didn't seem to care too much, Snape was a little surprised: "It seems that you don't care much about your friends either. Aren't you afraid that Potter is the heir of Slytherin?"

Dylan's eyes flickered twice. "Isn't that better? As the heir of Slytherin, he should be able to control the monster in the Chamber of Secrets, right?"

"I'd like him to give me that monster to study later. I've recently hit a wall with Transfiguration—you know, I don't have many creatures to experiment with."

……

Professor Snape's mouth twitched.

His harsh lips opened slightly and then slowly closed.

——He was actually speechless.

"Professor, you are not worried that if Harry is the heir of Slytherin, he will do something out of line, right?"

Dylan looked at Professor Snape with surprise on his face.

"Don't worry. Just now, when he and Malfoy were pecking at each other—well, I mean, when they were casting spells on each other, Harry looked like he couldn't even figure out how to cast a curse from his wand."

Professor Snape nodded. "After all, he's a guy with a great name, but his actual abilities are as disappointing as his recklessness."

Dylan: ...

Professor Snape really spared no effort to find opportunities to belittle Harry at any time, any occasion, and any place.

As Professor Snape and Dylan were talking, both seemed to be using the brain-blocking technique.

Neither of them felt any information from the emotions emitted by the other, nor could they read each other's thoughts.

After a brief chat, Professor Snape said to Dylan, "Curfew is about to begin. If you don't want me to deduct your points, go back to your dormitory now."

Professor Snape shook his robes, and before leaving, he added, "Sleep well at night, and don't let me see you outside."

Dylan blinked, stood there, watching Professor Snape's cloak billow away, and touched his chin.

"What does Professor Snape mean? Was my previous sneaking into the Forbidden Forest discovered?"

Dylan tilted his head. "That shouldn't be the case. I was wearing the Shadow Ring and using the power of the coal briquette to escape directly from the door. How could I have been discovered?"

After thinking about it, Dylan blinked again.

"Could it be that I'm mistaken? Professor Snape is not reminding me that he has discovered me, but wants to remind me to be careful at night?"

After all, there is still a monster wandering outside.

The more Dylan thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Professor Snape is such a jerk! He doesn't even tell me clearly what he wants to say."

As Dylan walked towards the dormitory, he began to think about Professor Snape's next birthday gift.

Time flies, and Christmas is almost here. After Christmas, it will be Professor Snape's birthday soon.

He should start preparing now.

Otherwise, when Professor Snape's birthday comes, he won't be able to come up with a gift that Professor Snape can accept, and Professor Snape will have a cold face every day, which will put pressure on him.

"But what should we give Professor Snape this time?"

I gave him a robe last time, do I have to give him another robe this time?
"Or maybe give Professor Snape a memory bottle this time. It can be set up with three folding spaces."

Then the first air chamber adds some beechwood and sunny soapberry scents.

- Dylan remembered that Lily seemed to have received Muggle shampoo on her 14th birthday, which was a mixture of oil extracted from beech nuts and the scent of honeysuckle.

The second air chamber adds a touch of cellar moss flavor.

Fill the third gas chamber with some absinthe.

"The top notes will then carry the sweet astringency of beechwood and the chill of cellar moss, which should remind Professor Snape of the musty smell of rotten leaves and the remaining fragrance of hair that he smelled when he held Lily's body."

"Although the middle note of wormwood won't remind Professor Snape of the moment he looked into Harry's eyes before dying, and the scent of Lily's wedding bouquet surfacing amidst the smell of blood and potion—after all, Professor Snape is still fine now—it probably will remind him of something else."

"As for the base note, I might need to ask Old Dumbledore for some Phoenix Tears. Then the base note will be able to use the heat of the Phoenix Tears to evaporate all the scents, completely clearing everything in an instant, leaving only the final faint lingering fragrance." "--Maybe Professor Snape can still recall the memory of 11-year-old Severus successfully separating the powdered narcissus root for the first time in Potions class, and at the same time, the scent of the Muggle girl's shampoo wafted in from the window?"

Dylan was thinking about how to make this memory bottle so that Professor Snape could recall his past memories after smelling the fragrance.

"Maybe with the help of some potions."

Dylan walked quickly and soon returned to the Gryffindor common room.

What happened in the duel club has spread.

The wizard, who had returned to the lounge earlier than Dylan, told his friends the news.

This caused the entire common room to be very lively, with many people discussing the fact that Harry was a Parseltongue, why a Slytherin Parseltongue came to Gryffindor, and whether Harry was the heir of Slytherin.

Dylan was not particularly familiar with these students, so naturally he did not chat with them, but walked towards his dormitory.

After entering, Dylan saw that Neville, Harry and the others were almost all there, and their expressions seemed a little solemn.

He closed the door. There was even someone standing outside in the corridor, trying to peek inside.

When the dormitory door closed, blocking out those people's sight, Dylan looked at Harry, who was huddled on the bed, looking a little dazed, hugging his knees, and wondering what he was thinking.

Ron's face also looked unhappy. When he saw Dylan coming back, he opened his mouth but did not break the silence immediately.

Harry's eyes shifted slightly upwards, looking at Dylan, his expression bewildered and a bit helpless. His lips trembled slightly as he stammered, "Dylan, Hermione said... Parseltongues are descendants of Slytherin? Am I, am I a descendant of Slytherin?"

Dylan tilted his head.

It seems that this little savior is a little scared by his own bloodline now?
He looked at Harry amusedly.

But the look on his face at this moment caught Harry's eye, and made Harry feel that Dylan, who was almost omnipotent, had confirmed this to him.

The hope that had risen in Harry's heart shattered like a bubble.

Dylan raised his wand. "Cheering Charm!"

The light of the spell floated out from the tip of the wand and finally landed on Harry, causing his expression, as if his parents had died all over again, to relax slightly, and he looked a lot more relaxed.

"Harry, I must say this, your father and mother are both dead. Does it matter if you are a descendant of Slytherin?"

Harry: (∧)...

His expression, which had been slightly relaxed due to Dylan's happy spell, froze again.

"Excuse me, I'm telling you the truth. As the heir of the Potter family, your father can't possibly have Slytherin blood, right? I heard you say your mother should come from a Muggle family, right?"

Harry nodded blankly.

"So, do you think a Slytherin would allow his bloodline to become a Muggle? Who of your mother's ancestors could have been born to a Slytherin?"

Dylan walked to Harry's bedside, gently pinched his index finger and thumb together, and then flicked it out at an extremely fast speed, accurately "snapping" it on Harry's forehead.

"hiss!"

Harry quickly covered his forehead: "It hurts!!"

Dylan stood beside the bed, gently feeling the collision of the Soul Harvest, Soul Resurrection, Soul Possession and Soul Removal spells on the fragments of Voldemort's soul in Harry's soul.

“It’s really not something you can just peel off.”

Harry felt so painful that he could barely sit still. "Dylan...how come you're so strong?"

Dylan smiled sheepishly, walked to his bed, took off his coat, and then sat down.

Looking at the bewildered Harry, he spoke again.

"Let's not worry about that for now. Think about it. We all witnessed it together. Someone used bloody words to indicate that the secret chamber had been opened. And wasn't Mrs. Norris really attacked? So, was it you who opened the secret chamber?"

Dylan immediately changed the subject.

Harry was also foolishly distracted by Dylan's words, and then shook his head.

"That's it? You didn't even open the Chamber of Secrets, so how could you be the heir of Slytherin?"

Dylan smiled, feeling a little embarrassed that Harry seemed a little dizzy - but there was nothing he could do.

Being tested with so many spells at once might have shaken Harry's soul a bit.

——It was only because he had mastered these spells to the maximum level that he was able to prevent Harry's soul from suffering any real harm.

And he was targeting the fragment in Harry's soul, so Harry felt a little headache, which was because his soul was indeed merged with the fragment of Voldemort's soul.

But Dylan could also guarantee that Harry's headache would be gone after a good night's sleep.

"Since you are not the heir of Slytherin, then it doesn't really matter whether you have the possibility of becoming a descendant of Slytherin, does it?"

"How many wizards are there in Britain? Even if you add up all the wizards in England, there are only a handful. Wizards are always related to each other. Even if you are his descendant, you are only a descendant, not his direct line."

Dylan lay down on the bed.

Hearing his words, Ron was the first to perk up.

"I think Dylan is right! And you're a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin!"

"But..." Harry paused, "The Sorting Hat said I could go to Slytherin too—and that I'd be a good fit."

Dylan rolled his eyes. "The Sorting Hat said I shouldn't be at Hogwarts, but should be in Azkaban—and you believe what a hat says?"

"Pfft!" Harry laughed.

"Okay, get ready for bed." Dylan waved his hand.

Ron quickly said, "Don't think too much, Harry. Weren't we together the day the Chamber of Secrets was opened? You definitely aren't the heir of Slytherin! You speak Parseltongue for some other reason. Even if you're a descendant of Slytherin, it doesn't matter! We're all Gryffindor now!"

Neville and Seamus also spoke up.

The two were actually quite shocked when they saw that Harry was a Parseltongue speaker, but they did not think that Harry would be the heir of Slytherin. Moreover, they were roommates and knew Harry's character better than outsiders, so it was impossible for them to be afraid of Harry because of this.

After being persuaded by several people, Harry finally came to his senses.

Indeed, so what if he is a descendant of Slytherin?

Anyway, he knew that he was not the heir of Slytherin, and he was still a Gryffindor, that was enough!

As a result, the atmosphere in the dormitory became relaxed again.

But while they thought so, other students at Hogwarts had their own ideas.

During class on Friday, people who used to greet Harry from time to time now kept their distance from him - one could even say they were avoiding Harry.

For a moment, Harry almost became a loner, but fortunately Ron and Hermione were always by his side, making him look not so lonely.

"So this is what it feels like to be shunned by everyone... How can Dylan bear it?"

While eating dinner, Harry muttered quietly to Ron and Hermione beside him.

——Because Dylan is immersed in the ocean of knowledge every day, he has few friends and is a loner every day.

In addition, the news that he defeated a giant monster alone spread throughout the school, and the other students were both admiring and distant from him. Everyone felt that Dylan was someone who was not easy to get along with.

This resulted in Dylan's situation every day being the same as Harry's today - completely unattended.

"Just mind your own business." Hermione glanced at Dylan.

(End of this chapter)