Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 144 Christmas is coming, Harry, you can be sad first, I will go buy a house
Late at night.

When the full moon rose, it was past midnight.

Dylan also put the mandrake leaf in his mouth again.

At the same time, he also began to check his achievement tips.

Maybe it's because it was easier to get achievements at the beginning, and as time went on, he might have triggered some achievements here and there.

This means that it is not so easy for him to achieve rarer achievements.

Therefore, although he cast a severe spell on Lockhart in the Dueling Club this time, he did not activate several more important achievements with better rewards.

The only relatively useful thing was that the system directly rewarded him with a spell, but it was not a full-level spell.

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[Achievement]: Tear open the fake man's belly!
[Description]: Lockhart is a complete jerk! Catch him and rip him apart!

[Light up requirement]: Have Lockhart disemboweled.

[Achievement Reward]: Level 5 Oblivion Spell
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It seemed that because it was not a full-level spell, Dylan did not even enter the illusion and experience the scene of casting his own spell.

Instead, the brain directly gains more knowledge and information.

[News]: Congratulations on mastering the fifth-level spell - Obliviate!

"Just a fifth-level Oblivion Charm?"

Dylan felt the oblivion briefly.

I have to say, this is indeed a spell that can only be encountered by students in grades three or four and above.

Not only is it difficult to learn, it can be said that it is difficult for lower grade students to master it. Moreover, although it will not cause any fatal impact on the enemy during the battle, the effect it produces is quite incredible.

After all, while fighting, the opponent suddenly cast a forgetfulness spell, erasing his memory.

Not only is it very likely that this person will forget how to use the spell, it is even more likely that he will forget who he is.

In that situation, what suspense can there be in the battle?
In the end, you will still be at the mercy of others!
"However, my current proficiency in this spell is only level five. Compared to Lockhart, I'm probably far behind."

Dylan could feel that in order to make the forgetfulness spell have the greatest effect, he first needed to weaken the other person's emotions.

The spell is affected by the target's emotional state, including Willpower.

If the target's emotions fluctuate too much, or his willpower is strong enough.

Then the magic power he needs to consume will naturally be greater, and the spells need to be more precise in order to achieve the desired effect.

Just like when Aurors cast the Oblivion Charm on Death Eaters, they often encounter difficulties due to the opponent's stubborn resistance. It is rare to see someone like Lockhart who can use it accurately every time.

Not to mention that Lockhart was always able to successfully use the Oblivion Charm on others because he would first get close to the other person, and after getting familiar with them, he would take advantage of the other person's unpreparedness and attack from behind, which made it easy for him to succeed.

"Since just by disemboweling Lockhart, one can obtain a fifth-level Oblivion Charm, then if one wants to obtain the maximum level..."

Dylan lay back on the bed, but several images emerged in his mind.

For example, breaking Lockhart's four legs into pieces.

Or use a bull knot to twist Lockhart's fifth leg directly off his body.

Otherwise, I could consider using a combination spell to skin Lockhart, stuff him with straw, and light a sky lantern...

As he thought about this, Dylan fell asleep in a daze.

And in the next few days.

Harry was still isolated by people from various colleges, but Dylan didn't pay much attention to it - Neville had been pestering him recently, begging him to come over and help.

It wasn't a big deal, except that Professor Sprague needed to clothe all the mandrakes in the greenhouse.

——For example, put on a scarf and socks.

Last year Neville had not been particularly familiar with Professor Sprout.

The professor worked on it by himself for a long time before completing it.

This year, Neville became more familiar with Dylan and Professor Sprout, and he spontaneously wanted to help, and asked Dylan if he could also help him - Neville is no longer embarrassed to ask his good friend for help.

And regarding Neville's request.

Professor Sprout would give Dylan some potion ingredients from time to time.

Although he didn't often go to Professor Sprout for private lessons, every time he wanted to ask some questions about herbs, the professor would answer and explain them in detail.

Besides, it wasn't a big deal, just a little troublesome, so Dylan naturally agreed.

Professor Sprout was still a little surprised to see him coming to help.

Because Professor Sprout actually didn't intend to let the students help her.

But she couldn't resist Neville's enthusiasm.

Moreover, Neville had been specially trained by her for a whole year, so she could still trust whether Neville could successfully put clothes on the Mandrake.

What she didn't expect was that Neville not only came to help himself, but also dragged Dylan along.

With Dylan around, Professor Sprout felt more at ease.

Dressing Mandrake is not only a technical job, but also a physical job. He is not worried that Neville will not have the skills, but he is afraid that he will not have the strength...

But if the two of them were together, then she naturally wouldn't have to worry anymore.

To dress a mandrake, you must pull it out of its pot.

——This is also one of the reasons why you can't directly use spells to put socks on Mandrake.

Casting spells directly on a Mandrake, as it is a living magical plant, may damage its roots.

In addition, the power of the spell will also affect the growth and medicinal value of Mandrake to a certain extent.

"Pfft~"

Neville, wearing gloves and earplugs, grabbed the mandrake's hair and pulled it out of the flowerpot.

The mandrake suddenly left the pot and was so scared that it was about to burst into tears.

Dylan had already raised his wand, and the tip of the wand exuded a sense of oppression, which scared Neville.

Mandrake also shut his mouth directly.

——Although it is not easy to use spells on Mandrakes directly, it does not mean that you cannot pretend to use spells to scare them.

Of course, this kind of thing can't be done all the time.

Otherwise, if the mandrake is frightened too many times, it may affect the secretion of various hormones in its body and hinder its growth.

Dylan handed the scarf and socks to Neville, who quickly put them on the mandrake and pressed it back into the flowerpot.

Dylan thought about it and decided to pull out the mandrake himself and let Neville put clothes on it directly. This would be more convenient and would greatly save time and improve efficiency.

After Neville put the mandrake back into the flowerpot, he applied some new fertilizer to the mandrake according to Professor Sprout's instructions and buried it again.

"I'll pull the weeds, you put on your clothes." Dylan signaled with body language.

Neville nodded.

The two of them quickly cooperated.

In addition, Professor Sprout was also busy on the side, so the speed of three people was much faster than that of two people.

After finishing another pot of grass, Professor Sprout waved his wand in the air and wrote: "Christmas is coming soon, are you planning to go back?"

Neville grabbed a small sock and put it on the mandrake. Then he paused and did not respond with his wand. He just nodded and opened his mouth: "I should be back, Professor."

Dylan thought for a moment, shook his head, and then shrugged, indicating that he was not sure yet.

He held the leaf of the mandrake in his hand, exerted steady force, and with a "pop" sound, pulled it out of the flowerpot.

Sharp cries instantly exploded in the greenhouse. Dylan raised his wand and tried to intimidate the other party as usual, but the mandrake seemed not to be afraid. It just paused for a moment and cried even louder.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment as he saw the mandrake struggling in his hands.

Under Neville's confused gaze, he slapped the mandrake twice with the wand in his hand.

This wave not only stunned Neville, but also the mandrake in Dylan's hand - the crying stopped abruptly.

However, after a brief silence, Mandrake stopped crying. He blinked his somewhat disgusting eyes and turned his head to look at Dylan with a little expectation.

Dylan felt as if he sensed something from the look in the grass's eyes—

"Two more hits, two more hits!"

The corner of Dylan's mouth twitched, and a black line appeared on his forehead.

This mandrake is quite special.

He used his wand to signal Neville to quickly put clothes on this guy and stop him from making such an eye-catching expression.

——Everyone who watches this will lose their San value!
Neville came to his senses and put a scarf on the mandrake and then put socks in it. Dylan immediately put it back into the flowerpot.

Neville hurriedly fertilized it again. Before the fertilizer and soil covered the mandrake's eyes, it seemed to throw a wink at Dylan...

Dylan shuddered.

Meow! I encountered a pervert!
"Hurry up, next one."

Looking at the situation between the two, Professor Sprout on the side laughed a few times.

When he had finished with the last mandrake, Neville breathed a sigh of relief, opened his hands wide, and wiped the light sweat from his forehead with the clean part of his wrist.

Although Dylan was threatening him with his wand, when he was putting socks on the mandrakes, the other party would secretly compete with Neville and just didn't want him to put them on.

This resulted in Neville being extremely tired even though he only had to put socks and a scarf on the mandrake.

Dylan had no way to deal with this. At most, he could scare the mandrakes, but he couldn't really use magic spells on them. The worst he could do was to hit the mandrake's legs... or face with his wand, just like he did just now.

"Thank you, children, you have done me a great favour—would you like to come over to my place for some tea?"

Professor Sprout cleaned his hands, took off his earplugs, walked over with a smile, and looked at Dylan and Neville.

Dylan shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, but I still need to get back to my book, so I won't go."

Neville smelled the fertilizer on his hands and almost vomited. Dylan shook him off and cleaned them up. Neville took off his earplugs and shook his head.

"Then I won't go either, Professor. You should go back and rest. We'll go back to the dormitory."

"How can this be possible? You've saved me a lot of effort." Professor Sprout blinked. "How about this? I'll give each of you an herb. Neville, you can come to me later to get it. And what about Dylan? What herb do you want?"

Dylan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he could get benefits by helping out here.

But he didn't refuse either.

—While the space in his current suitcase wasn't particularly large, compared to the species already living in it, there were still plenty of species to fill it.

Dylan thought for a moment, then looked at Professor Sprout with a smile. "I'd like a Chinese kale plant. Is that okay?"

Sprout was a little surprised. "You want a cabbage? Those little guys are very troublesome. Unlike mandrakes, they can only make crying sounds. They are very aggressive - you should know that."

Dylan nodded. "I understand. However, I've been researching a potion recently and happened to be short of this ingredient. I was planning to buy some, but since you mentioned it, I thought of asking you for one. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it."

Professor Sprout chuckled and said, "I'm still very confident in you. Those little guys can't hurt you."

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

Professor Sprout walked out of the greenhouse.

Dylan didn't have to wait too long before she came back with a pot of bite-resistant kale packaged in a protective container.

"Here, child. I've put a protective shield on it, as well as a silencing spell. Be careful when you get back, and don't get hurt."

Dylan nodded slightly, a grateful smile on his face: "I see, thank you."

Farewell to Professor Sprout.

Neville and Dylan walked out of the greenhouse and headed towards Hogwarts Castle.

Neville didn't ask Dylan what potion he wanted a biting cabbage for. He just raised his hand and smelled his palm again.

"I feel like this smell is so strong, the spell can't be dispelled..."

Neville cast two more cleansing spells on himself.

Dylan glanced at him.

Just now in the greenhouse, he never touched the fertilizer.

Neville does all this work.

He just had to pull the mandrake out of the pot and try to make it struggle as little as possible.

The remaining Neville will be dealt with.

As for the mandrake fertilizer, it has caused a lot of controversy due to the recent incident in the secret room.

Last time, Dylan used the Mandrake recovery potion to save Mrs. Norris, and even Harry's little fan boy recovered because of the Mandrake recovery potion.

Professor Sprout probably also received instructions from Old Dumbledore, which was to let her cultivate the Mandrake larvae as soon as possible.

Speaking of Harry's little fanboy.

After the other party recovered, Dylan mentioned it when he heard Neville and the young wizards in the lounge chatting.

Colin only saw a very large object, which was also a blur. After it flashed by, he lost consciousness.

This means that everyone still doesn't know what the monster from the Chamber of Secrets is, but the Mandrake healing potion has spread throughout Hogwarts.

In order to make the mandrake grow faster, Professor Sprout specially made a fertilizer.

This fertilizer can be described as extremely smelly.

But if you only smell it from a distance, the smell is not strong, but if you put it in front of your nose, it may make you faint directly...

And the smell takes a long time to dissipate, even cleaning spells are useless.

It needs to be cleaned with detergent from time to time.

——In that way, the fragrance of the detergent will be on your hands, and the odor will naturally be suppressed.

Dylan carried the biting kale and walked into the castle with Neville.

Along the way, the two felt that the atmosphere around them seemed a little off, as if something had happened again - the pedestrians were all in a hurry, as if they were rushing to their own lounge.

Seeing that some people were even panicking, Neville felt a sense of insecurity for no reason.

"What's going on?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow and answered honestly, "I don't know."

"But we can go back to the lounge and take a look. I guess those little lions are gathered together again to discuss something."

Dylan quickened his pace.

Neville was stunned for a moment, then took a step and hurried to catch up.

Not knowing what was going on, he could only feel a little safe by staying close to Dylan.

Wait for the two of them to return to the lounge.

As expected, as soon as I entered the door, I was hit by the chattering sounds.

"Justin Finch-Fletchley has been attacked!"

"Is he the one who was in the Duelling Club and was almost bitten by the black snake summoned by Malfoy because of curiosity? Harry saved him in the end?"

"How do you know it was Harry who saved him? Doesn't everyone say it was Harry who drove the black snake to attack?"

"No matter what, he was already petrified when he was found!"

"Is it because of Harry?"

"God knows, and that's not all! Our Gryffindor house ghost was attacked too!"

"You mean Nearly Headless Nick?"

"Yes! That's him! You don't know, Nearly Headless Nick is floating in the air, his whole body is jet black, it looks scary!"

"Huh? Does the Mandrake recovery potion work on ghosts? How should ghosts drink it?"

Dylan simply slowed down his pace, walked a distance among the crowd, and listened to the general situation.

It turned out that the basilisk had attacked the people of Hogwarts again.

However, the people who were attacked this time would not be as lucky as Mrs. Norris and Colin.

——Because Dylan only has one last bottle of Mandrake recovery potion left.

He has to keep it for himself as a backup and will not give it to anyone else.

"But if I can get a pound or two of Phoenix Tears from Old Deng, I can also contribute this bottle of Mandrake Recovery Tonic."

Before entering the dormitory.

Neville looked panicked and whispered to Dylan: "Dylan, who do you think this heir is?"

Dylan knew that Neville actually wanted to ask him if Harry could be the heir of Slytherin. He pursed his lips and then shook his head.

"Anyway, knowing that even those who have been petrified can be saved is enough."

He looked at Neville, pressed his tongue, trying not to let the mandrake blade slip out, and said, "Don't be afraid. Even if you are attacked by that monster, I will ask Professor Snape and Professor Sprout to brew the mandrake potion as soon as possible to recover you."

However, Dylan's words made Neville's face twitch.

"But Colin said he just saw a shadow and was petrified. What if the monster can eat people? If I were attacked, it would eat me in one bite..."

Neville said with a sad face: "Even the Mandrake recovery potion can't save me, right?"

Dylan's mouth twitched.

That is true.

If the basilisk swallowed the little fat guy in one gulp, it might not be able to spit him out.

If he came out again, he would probably be just a pile of bones. Dylan thought of the pile of bones in the secret room.

When I entered the dormitory, Harry and the others were not there.

Probably after hearing the news that someone had been attacked again, Hermione and Ron took Harry away to hide.

—like hiding in Hagrid's hut.

——Or he might be taken to the office by Old Deng.

After all, there was no need for him to worry.

He came to this world, not only to study, but also to make up for some regrets.

—but not to Harry's regret.

Or what does Harry have to regret?
The things that Harry is encountering now will not really cause any trouble to Harry, so there is naturally no need for him to intervene.

If it's like the first person to die - Cedric Diggory.

A poor guy who died so lightly, just to highlight Voldemort's cruelty.

Then it would be fine for Dylan to come to the rescue.

But Harry - he really doesn't need to worry about it.

Dylan sat on the bed and continued reading.

This year's Christmas is on the 25th, and it's coming soon.

Dylan has prepared Christmas gifts for all the professors.

——It has to be said that every year he almost has to prepare double gifts for all the professors and friends. Just thinking about what gifts to give is enough to give him a headache.

So this Christmas, Dylan decided to exchange the gifts he had given to other professors and then give one away.

——Of course, gifts with special meanings will be fine.

For example, the Quidditch Transfiguration notebook he gave to Professor McGonagall.

Although the other professors may have some interest in Quidditch, it is estimated that there are not many.

—at least not more than Professor McGonagall.

Therefore, it would be inappropriate for him to give Quidditch transformation notebooks to other professors.

But he could give Professor Snape a notebook on how to make potions and transform them.

——Open the notebook and it will transform into a small crucible. Professor Snape can put the prepared materials into it and make a small pot of hair-purifying shampoo by himself.

And Professor Trelawney, you can give her a magic crystal ball transformation notebook.

There's not much new to set up here. In short, the notebook allows Professor Trelawney to directly transform into a crystal ball.

As for whether Professor Trelawney can use the crystal ball for divination, that is not Dylan's business.

Even if that doesn't work, at least a notebook can be used to record things.

——Dylan has hardly gone to Professor Trelawney for extra lessons since the beginning of this school year.

One is divination. In fact, Professor Trelawney can't teach him much. Maybe in the last school year she could give Dylan some unexpected insights and opinions.

But as Dylan read more and more books and learned more knowledge, he no longer needed to obtain knowledge from Professor Trelawney.

"As for Professor McGonagall... maybe I could give her some cat teasers this year, but they shouldn't be too obvious. Or maybe I could combine the cat teasers with a teacup shaped like a cat's paw. The cat teasers can not only tease the cat, but they can even be used to grind the cat's teeth when held. This thing can then serve as a spoon to stir the teacup."

The tail can be used to tease the cat, the end of the spoon can be used to stir, and it can even be chewed.

Simply perfect!
Later, Harry and the others came back.

Both of them were dejected.

Ron muttered as he entered the room, "I can't understand it. I've already testified for Harry, but they just don't believe me! If Harry is really the heir, Hermione should be the first one to be eaten!"

Dylan raised his head and looked at Ron, the corner of his mouth twitching.

What happened to Hermione?

Harry shook his head: "It doesn't matter, as long as I know that person is not me."

"How can this be possible?" Ron glared, "That person is obviously not you, why are they wrongly accusing you!"

Harry sighed, "Someone else is in trouble, and everyone is scared. I can understand that. Fortunately, it's almost Christmas, so we won't see them anymore."

Ron paused, curling his lips helplessly. "Let them all go home early now. The professors have already said that we can't have the Christmas party this year."

Seeing that Harry didn't answer, Ron thought for a moment and said, "I'm not going back this year. I want to stay in school with you!"

Harry looked up, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Ron snorted and plopped down on his bed. "A lot of people are already booking tickets home, right? Let them do it! It would be better if they all leave as soon as possible!"

"When we are at school, the cafeteria will prepare a special Christmas series of meals for us!"

The two of them were grumbling to each other, while Neville and Seamus were not in the dormitory at this time.

As Dylan listened to their conversation, he remembered that he should start packing his things.

——That’s right, Dylan doesn’t plan to stay in school this Christmas.

There is so much to do outside of school.

He finally gets to go out without having to ask for leave, so he has to plan carefully what he should do.

Dylan closed the book, sat up in bed, and started to pack his luggage.

Seeing his action, Ron and Harry were stunned.

"Dylan, aren't you going to be at school this Christmas?"

Dylan nodded slightly. "Yeah, we'll be on vacation in two days. I won't be staying on campus this year."

Harry paused and opened his mouth: "Are you... going home?"

Dylan looked at him, pursed his lips, and didn't answer directly: "Well, my parents probably miss me a lot."

This time when he leaves school, he doesn't plan to stay at home for too long - maybe not even at all.

However, there was no need to tell Harry and the others what he wanted to do.

Harry fell silent.

Dylan glanced at him.

"You guys should be doing something else at school, right? I won't get involved in those things, and I won't ask about them. Wait until Christmas and if you have any achievements, tell me then."

When Harry heard that Dylan didn't seem to want to leave school because he was afraid of him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up again, and he felt a little better.

Yeah, how could Dylan be afraid of him?
If he were the heir of Slytherin, he would also be whipped if he offended Dylan, right?
He should be the one who is afraid!
——Of course, he is not the heir of Slytherin, so there is no need for them to worry about who is afraid of whom!

With this in mind, Harry started chatting with Ron again.

Neville and Seamus soon returned to the dormitory.

Seeing Dylan packing his luggage, they also started to pack their things.

As a few people chatted, the atmosphere in the dormitory gradually became relaxed.

Hogwarts did not hold a Christmas party on Christmas Eve.

Even on that day, the school had announced a holiday.

Everyone can leave a day early.

Almost immediately, the entire Hogwarts was empty.

Last year, many people still chose to stay in school.

This year, almost all the students from the four colleges left.

Especially Gryffindor, there were only Hermione and Harry left, including a few Weasleys.

——After all, school meals are free.

- and they could keep Harry company here, too.

It’s the second point that’s important, perhaps.

"I'll just wish you a Merry Christmas here. When you wake up tomorrow, you'll receive the gifts I sent you."

Dylan said goodbye to Harry and the others, and boarded the train to leave school on Christmas Eve.

At the same time, before that, he also wrote letters to his professors, asking them to put the Christmas gifts directly on his bed in the dormitory instead of sending them to his home.

——He is not at home again.

This time when he leaves school, Dylan has a few main things to do.

First of all, he didn't want to rob the dark wizard.

——Those dark wizards are all so poor.

If he robs too many times, his status will be devalued.

But you can try to show up and let those crazy fans - Dylan refers to his believers.

Let the believers give him the money they have collected for him.

I just don’t know if there are any believers who can listen to what he said after he appeared on stage some time ago.

"I remember two Aurors saying I had a new crush, Delphini, didn't they? But it seems she's been captured again. She probably won't be released on such short notice."

Dylan thought about it and decided to let his believers calm down and raise more money for him.

Don't go to all that trouble to get him 10,000 or 20,000 Galleons, or even 1,000 or 2,000 Galleons.

—He might as well have robbed Gringotts.

"If I had the ability to cut space, I could just cut the entire underground space of Gringotts into my space. That would be great."

Dylan couldn't help but have a sweet dream.

In his previous life, he would always sigh from time to time, wishing he could fly, wishing he could teleport, wishing he had a space ring.

Then he can go wherever he wants, no matter how much stuff he has, he can stuff it directly into the space without any effort!

For this reason, he even kept flying around in his dreams!

But now, all the contents of the dream have come true.

Dylan naturally also has new dreams to pursue.

In addition, Dylan wanted to take advantage of Christmas to leave school and see how houses in the wizarding world were selling.

Like 12 Grimmauld Place, the property of Sirius Black's family, a five-story Georgian townhouse in Islington, London.

Worth around £415 million.

This is what he learned in his previous life.

As for the specific situation, he naturally had to find out.

But Dylan didn't mean to buy such an expensive villa.

He could simply buy a small property and, once it was secured, use it as the destination for the door key.

And this property can become another safe house for Dylan.

They say a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but Dylan doesn't even have a single burrow now.

It was impossible for him to use his parents' address as the destination of the door key.

If something really happened, he would run away and end up running right into someone's face...

He might as well have taken the Avatar and killed everyone.

As for Dylan's suitcase.

For Dylan, this can be considered a very important secret.

Although many people knew about his suitcase, everyone just thought that it was a small room where Dylan stored his books and did experiments.

However, although the suitcase could be stored in his inventory, he was unable to store the suitcase after entering it.

Because once he got into the suitcase, he had no suitcase left to store it in.

Also, there's no way Dylan would have used the suitcase as the destination for the Portkey.

So he needs to buy a property that belongs to him alone.

By then, with more room to maneuver, Dylan will naturally be able to do more.

"Just buying a small house will be enough, preferably one that's hidden away. I can use the money to hunt Acromantulas and exchange their venom for Galleons."

While you're still in school, kill more Acromantulas. Not only can you exchange the materials for money, but you can also complete the spell refinement tasks. It's really the best of both worlds.

——He was almost sick of brushing off the little spiders and cockroaches in his suitcase every day.

He even got a title feature for it.

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【Achievement】: Cockroach Killer

[Description]: You are the nemesis of cockroaches. You are not a slipper, but you are better than a slipper! One slap will kill them instantly!
[Light Up Requirements]: Kill cockroaches in an entire area.

[Achievement Reward]: Feature - Intimidate the lower world mantis!

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[Features]: Intimidate the lower world mantis

[Description]: Your divine power suppresses the netherworld! All the mantises in the netherworld will kneel at your feet and tremble in fear!

[Ability]: When you release your divine power, all cockroaches will be terrified and collapse to the ground, waiting for your slaughter.

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A feature that's not particularly useful.

It's not like spell bursts, or pet ability control, and even quick meditation can't compare.

Does he need to scare the cockroaches?

He can easily kill a group of them with fifty spells. Is it necessary to use this feature to make those cockroaches lie on the ground and wait for him to kill them one by one?
Dylan watched the scenery rapidly recede outside the window.

The name Cedric came to mind again.

In fact, he didn't have much interaction with this senior.

Even though Cedric could be considered a celebrity in Hufflepuff, he was very sociable, had a gentle temper, and was handsome. His circle of friends was almost all over Hogwarts - except for Slytherin College.

But Dylan only knew from Harry that the other team played Quidditch quite well.

In addition, he saw the other party's death during a divination process.

He also remembered the plot about Cedric.

Just as he had thought before, a senior from Hufflepuff who died without much significance.

After his death, the Ministry of Magic even described his death as an accident during the Goblet of Fire tournament in order to cover up the news that Voldemort had been resurrected.

Maybe Dylan just wanted to let nature take its course at first, and if he could save him, he would naturally save him.

However, during the divination process, after seeing the faces of some people in the Ministry of Magic, he became furious.

So you want to die?
This is just a children's fairy tale book, don't give a damn!

——Unless he takes action.

Those people from the Ministry of Magic have their butts all crooked and they're still jumping around. Just seeing the divination results can make people furious.

Dylan felt that no one else had this ability.

And if he could rescue Cedric directly, it would be an easy thing to do, but the benefits he would gain from it would be real.

After all, Cedric is popular not only in school, but also outside of school.

——His father works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic.

That is, when Dylan first started, he originally asked Hagrid to do it, but Hagrid agreed immediately and asked Dumbledore to help him get the Shadow Breeding License from the department.

Although this department may not seem very important, with the suitcase, he has a great need for any magical creatures.

At least Coal Ball can stay in his pet space, and if he wants to raise some other magical creatures, it may not be a big problem if he just puts them in a suitcase.

But if he is discovered by others, he will probably encounter some unnecessary trouble without his ID.

- Although not all magical creatures require a breeding license, most of the ones Dylan wants to keep do.

At that time, Dylan could ask the other party to help him get the documents and see if he could collect the magical creatures that the Ministry of Magic had confiscated from various places, or those that were temporarily included in the Ministry of Magic due to some accidents and would be released later.

Anyway, Cedric is older, and when he graduates, he will naturally be given a job at the Ministry of Magic because his father works there.

By then, Cedric can be said to have achieved his goal in one step.

Straight from a student, effortlessly becoming the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic!

Unlike Hermione, she had to start as an Auror, then slowly rise to become the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and finally continue to struggle, struggle, and struggle again!

Finally became Minister of Magic.

Although Cedric might not end up with the Minister, who knows?
And even if he was just the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, it would be enough for Dylan.

——If Xiao Fuzi can influence the Ministry of Magic, why can’t he?

Moreover, he had to get involved in the Ministry of Magic because he saved people and they had to do something for him.

So in the final analysis, it is because he is too kind that people do things for him.

——This is personal charm!

(End of this chapter)