Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 146: Fosco’s daughter is so beautiful, I want to pursue her~ and Severus, happy birthday!
"Wow, even the ice cream shop has a wanted poster for me."

Dylan's corners curled up slightly.

But he didn't care much about it. Last time, Fusco said that his daughter was in the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, it is understandable that he put up a wanted poster in the store to support his daughter.

As he walked through the door, Dylan heard a faint quarrel coming from the backstage, with the voices of a man and a woman.

"What's going on here?"

Dylan raised his eyebrows, coughed lightly, and then said in a loud voice: "Uncle Fusco, are you in the store?"

Suddenly, the quarrel stopped.

A moment later, the door leading to the backstage swung slightly, and Fusco poked his head out, looking a bit like a ghost that had just slipped out of a secret passage.

When he saw Dylan, he was startled at first, but then he smiled warmly and said, "Is Christmas vacation already here? Go find a comfortable place to sit down, I'll be right there."

After saying this, Fusco hurriedly retreated, lowered his voice, and whispered something to another person inside.

Not long after, the handle of the back door slowly moved, and Fusco walked out from behind the door, followed closely by a young girl.

She was wearing an Auror's black uniform, with long brown hair falling on her shoulders and slightly curled at the ends. She had a slender figure but perfect curves, and a black belt around her waist, on which hung a wand sheath, a small magic alarm, and a portable magic potion bottle.

Dylan looked over and saw that the girl had fair cheeks and a pair of bright and clear light blue eyes. Her eyes were moving and revealed a sense of coolness. She had a high nose bridge and her pink lips were slightly pursed.

When she walked out the door, the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, her expression was calm, yet revealed a hint of stubbornness.

This is……

"Let me introduce my daughter - Vera Clementina Fusco." Fusco looked at Dylan with a smile.

Vera?

Dylan suddenly remembered a name he heard when he was listening to the Aurors chatting last time. It seemed that Vera was the one who captured Delphini.

What a coincidence! Vera is actually Fusco's daughter?
Fosco's daughter, who was easily killed by Voldemort, ended up capturing Voldemort's own daughter?

"Hello, my name is Dylan Hawkwood and I'm currently attending Hogwarts."

Vera's pale blue eyes turned slightly and fell on Dylan. After a moment, she suddenly smiled softly: "Hello, little brother. Correction, my name is Vera Clementina."

Fusco looked helpless: "Hey! Vera, I don't want to argue with you."

When Vera glanced at Fusco, her expression turned cold again: "Don't even think about changing my last name."

Fusco's mouth twitched, and then he sighed deeply: "You are always like this, smiling so beautifully to outsiders, but with such a cold face to me."

Vera remained silent and did not speak again.

Seeing this, Fusco shook his head and turned to Dylan again and said, "My daughter just came to my store to post a wanted poster - the one on the counter."

Fusco's chin lifted.

Dylan nodded slightly, indicating that he had seen it.

"I finally got to see my daughter, so I wanted to chat with her more..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fusco, but I don't think we have much to talk about. You're already wasting my time at work."

Hearing this, Fusco frowned angrily: "Tomorrow is Christmas, and today is also a day off. Where does your job come from?"

Vera paused, pursed her lips, and obviously—

Work was just her excuse for not wanting to see her old father.

Dylan paused.

The current situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

One was that he didn't expect Fusco's daughter to be so beautiful.

One reason is that the father and daughter are arguing at the moment. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for him to stay here?

"Uncle, I just came to see you. You donated so many Galleons to me last time, which was very helpful to me. Now that your daughter is here, why don't I..."

Before Dylan could finish his words, Vera interrupted him: "He funded your schooling?"

Dylan blinked, then nodded slightly: "Yes, Mr. Fusco is a very generous and kind wizard."

Vera's eyes moved, and she glanced at Fusco suspiciously.

Fusco didn't expect Dylan to bring up this matter suddenly, but after noticing his daughter's gaze, he immediately straightened his chest calmly, and then secretly winked at Dylan.

Well done, kid!
It’s no wonder I gave away so many ice cream sundaes!
"Hmph, anyway, the work is done, I'm going back." Vera raised her foot and was about to go out.

Fusco raised his hands, but didn't know what to say.

Dylan said, "Sister Vera, do you have any conflicts with Mr. Fusco? The last time I came here, I heard him mention you, and he was almost full of praise. I think he must love you very much."

"Even the reason Mr. Fusco donated money was because he said his daughter didn't want a penny from him, and instead of keeping the money, he would rather donate it to those in need."

"Sister Vera, if there's anything going on between relatives, maybe we can talk it out?"

Vera glanced at the little brat and said, "You don't understand."

Dylan smiled slightly and said, "It's precisely because I don't understand that I need my sister to explain it to me."

Vera paused, then slowly retracted her steps. "Junior brother, I've heard of you. Professor Flitwick likes you very much."

Dylan tilted his head.

"Sister Vera, did you graduate from Ravenclaw?"

"Yes, I will continue to correspond with Professor Flitwick."

Vera's pale blue gaze fell on Dylan.

"You're so young, and you've learned to be a peacemaker?"

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips shyly: "In fact, we are only eight years apart, and everything I said is true."

"You little brat."

Seeing that the other party's attitude had softened, Dylan tried to find out something: "Sister Vera, when I came to Diagon Alley before, I happened to see you arresting people. What did those people do?"

Vera's brown hair was more golden. When she heard Dylan's question, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and a hint of confusion appeared on her small face: "Why are you asking this?"

Dylan smiled innocently like a child. "Because when I came to Diagon Alley before, I happened to see Aurors arresting people. And I ran into them again this time. I was wondering if you guys were trying to arrest me."

Fusco laughed at the side. "Yes, that Karsus appeared twice, and both times happened to be when Dylan came to my shop to eat ice cream."

"Oh? What a coincidence?" Willa raised her eyebrows, then shook her head. "Diagon Alley is relatively safe. As long as you don't go to Knockturn Alley, you won't encounter any dangerous people."

Dylan nodded obediently: "I know this. The professors have reminded me of this."

Vera frowned and sighed, "Although it's Christmas, the Ministry of Magic requires all Aurors to shorten their vacation as much as possible so that they can search for Karsus everywhere."

At this point, a trace of worry appeared on her face. "That man is very dangerous, and he seems to have mastered the Unforgivable Curses to the point of being completely insane. He uses the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse as his attacks. He's simply a madman!"

"If we let him go outside, who knows what he will do. The Ministry of Magic doesn't want to see another one..."

"Vera!" Fusco frowned.

Vera paused and glanced at her father.

"Anyway, I've already told you what I'm saying. Please be careful recently. Do you hear me?"

Vera's tone was always harsh when she spoke to Fusco.

But Dylan still heard from it a daughter's concern for her father.

I don’t know what caused the father and daughter to break up. I listened to Fusco’s conversation last time, but I didn’t understand anything.

Dylan speculated that it might be because Fusco did not handle his emotional problems well, and finally separated from Vera's mother and lived with her. For various reasons, he might have become unfamiliar and disgusted with his father whom he had not seen for a long time.

Of course, this "hate" should be put in double quotation marks. In addition to hate, it probably also means hate~.

As a little girl, she has been raised by her mother since she was a child. She is young and has both strong competitive spirit and rebellious psychology. It is normal for her to be a little arrogant towards her father.

But this is not Dylan's family affair, and Dylan will not interfere too much.

What Dylan said just now was already out of line.

Fortunately, Vera is also Professor Flitwick's student, so they are related.

Besides, he was young, so what he said wouldn't offend the other party too much.

"Don't worry, I get it. If I can't beat him, can I still hide from him?" Fusco laughed.

"Who knows if you'll just rush over for no reason? You've always been so crazy." Vera curled her rosy lips. "Okay, I'm going to the next store to post the wanted poster."

Vera took another step, walked to the door of the store and grasped the door handle.

Fusco's expression darkened. Looking at his daughter's back, his throat seemed to be choked by something. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't say the words to keep her.

"Dingling~"

Vera half-pushed the shop door open and had one foot out.

At this moment, she paused again, turned her head slightly, raised her hand slightly, pouted deliberately, and her tone was full of disgust.

"Are you going to spend Christmas alone again this year? Or are you going to bother Uncle Ollivander?"

"Hmph, stop bothering me. Since today is Christmas Eve, just make more food."

"But I may not have time to eat! Only when I'm done with my work and in a good mood, I'll consider coming over!"

As soon as she finished speaking, before Fusco could react, Vera pushed the door open and walked out.

Fusco stood there in a daze, his eyes glazed over.

Dylan smiled and said, "Uncle, it's getting late. If you plan to cook for Sister Vera yourself, you should probably start preparing now."

Fusco was stunned, and it took him a while to react. The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

He turned to look at Dylan, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes slightly raised.

"Hahahaha, you're right! Kid, I'm so glad I gave you 10,000 Galleons!"

"I think Vera must know that I'm not a stingy person, so she's willing to spend Christmas Eve with me!"

"Oh, look how happy I am. I have to close the shop now. I'm really sorry that I can't treat you. There's ice cream over there. If you want some, just help yourself. Don't hesitate. I have to go buy something."

Fusco walked hurriedly, spinning happily in place.

"I need to put something there, something here. Oh, I haven't decorated my house for Christmas in ages! I almost forgot how to do it!"

Seeing this, Dylan smiled and waved his hand: "I won't eat, Uncle Fusco, you go and do your work."

Fusco, a smile on his face, went out with Dylan and hung the open sign upside down.

After the two said goodbye, he hurried off to do some shopping.

Dylan stood alone at the door of the cold drink shop, his legs casually crossed, looking at Fusco's receding back, one hand casually in his pocket, his head slightly raised, his eyes cast towards the sky.

At this moment, it was dusk, and the setting sun looked like a super huge salted duck egg yolk. The oil in the egg flowed out, dyeing the entire sky orange-red.

The buildings on both sides of the streets of Diagon Alley were also covered with a layer of golden gauze by the afterglow.

Occasionally, a few clouds float slowly by, looking like colors casually painted on the canvas by a painter.

Dylan felt the cool evening breeze brushing against his face as he slowly walked to the exit of Diagon Alley, his figure gradually disappearing.

Half past five in the afternoon.

The majestic door of Gringotts slowly closed and ceased business.

After the old goblin finished counting the accounts for the day, he carefully stored away the important magical contracts and precious items before leaving Gringotts through the side door.

Today is Christmas Eve, and there are few people walking in the entire Diagon Alley. Only a few Aurors walk past quickly from time to time, probably rushing home.

The old goblin was out late, and when he arrived in front of the fireplace in Diagon Alley, there was no one around.

He took out a handful of powder and prepared to sprinkle it into the fireplace.

Without warning, a spell struck him from behind.

Before the old goblin could react, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and then he fell to the ground uncontrollably with a thud.

The next moment, the old goblin's clothes began to flutter on their own, and the corners and cuffs of his clothes rustled as if being pulled by an invisible hand.

Finally, a bulging bag of money slowly floated up from the lining of the old goblin's suit jacket and hovered in the air.

Soon, the bag opened automatically, and gold coins poured out like a golden stream, one after another, continuously merging into the void that was invisible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, all the gold coins were poured out, and the purse flew in the air for a while before falling on the old goblin again.

Then, the old demon trembled and woke up slightly.

After seeing his empty wallet, a scream almost penetrated the entire Diagon Alley.

……

"I didn't expect there were over 300,000. Do goblins like to convert their money into cash and keep it on their person?"

on the way home.

Dylan glanced at the balance in the money column.

It skyrocketed by more than 300,000!
He resisted the urge to trade the Galleons for suitcase space.

Went straight home.

After all, it is Christmas Eve and everyone is back from vacation. At least we should stay at home for a while. I have lived for twelve years and only last year did I not celebrate Christmas with my family.

Even though Dylan has been obsessed with learning knowledge and studying spells recently, it doesn't mean that he doesn't miss his family in this life.

Just because his soul is that of an adult, this longing can be suppressed to some extent.

I am so busy in my daily life that I can hide my longing for you deep in my heart.

Dylan has the characteristic of not being afraid of others discovering his magic, so even though other little wizards cannot use magic outside, for him, as long as no one else is watching, he is not worried.

Carrying the Shadow Ring, Dylan sat on his broom and flew towards his home.

On both sides of the street at night, the street lights emitted a dim glow, illuminating Dylan's way home.

Finally, when the familiar door of his home appeared in front of him, Dylan flew to a corner, walked out slowly, and dissipated the effect of the Shadow Ring.

"Mommy, I'm back~"

Dylan pushed open the door of his house, and a warm breath carrying the rich aroma of food hit him in the face, enveloping him completely.

Maeve heard the noise and poked her head out of the kitchen. When she saw Dylan, a smile immediately appeared on her face.

She walked out of the kitchen quickly, took Dylan's coat, and muttered, "It's already this late, I thought you wouldn't be home. I'm almost ready. Hurry and wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Dylan nodded slightly, rinsed his hands in the bathroom, and then wiped them clean with a towel.

When we walked into the restaurant, we saw many dishes on the table, each of which was delicious and flavourful.

An exquisite candlestick stood in the center of the dining table, the flickering candlelight dancing gently, and Hubert was already sitting at the table.

Seeing his son come back, he also smiled happily.

"How's it going, son? Do you have enough money?"

In the past few months, he has given Dylan millions of pounds!

Just ask yourself, whose family spends millions just to send their child to school for one or two years, no, just three or four months?
That’s equivalent to one or two million a month!
But Hubert did not think that the money was much, instead he felt very proud of it.

He is a father, and the money he earns is meant to be spent on his wife and son, right?
That’s not right. We can’t just talk about sons. What if we have a daughter in the future?
——As a father, how can he not spend money on his children?
The more he spends, the more capable he is!

——Although it was all taught by his own son.

But what's his is his son's, and what's his is his.
Indistinguishable from each other, indistinguishable from each other~
Dylan nodded gently. "Just enough, I mean for now. Once the holidays are over, there will be more money to spend. By then, I'll be relying on you, Dad, to send me money."

The smile on Hubert's face froze.

What, what?

Walter? ?
Millions of pounds aren't enough, you want more?
Did he give birth to a son?
Could it be that he gave birth to a money-eating beast?
Hubert swallowed.

Maeve saw her husband's expression and rolled her eyes. "You looked so proud then, how can you not be proud now? After the holidays, you should hurry up and go back to earning money. You can't let our baby's pocket money go short!"

Hubert said with a sad face: "Is that his pocket money?"

Dylan chuckled, "I know my dad is the most capable man! It's just a few million pounds, isn't it easy to get it?"

After being praised by Dylan, Hubert couldn't help but smile.

"Of course! Spend as much as you want, son. I can support you!"

"Thank you dad~"

Dylan smiled.

Maeve brought the last dish to the table.

The family sat around eating. Hubert was arrogant at first and pretended to be deep for a while.

As a result, after a while, he couldn't help but describe to Dylan with great enthusiasm the funny things he had encountered recently when meeting with CEOs of various companies.

Maeve picked up food for her son and responded to her husband from time to time.

The family chatted and laughed, one after another, and Dylan's occasional words would make the Hawkwoods laugh.

Outside the window, snowflakes fell unconsciously, fluttering down.

Nothing earth-shattering happened on this Christmas Eve.

It passed naturally.

Waited until the next day, Christmas.

Dylan comes to Diagon Alley again.

Florin's Ice Cream Shop is still closed.

I guess Fusco got along pretty well with Vera yesterday.

"This uncle's daughter is really pretty, she's exactly what I want. But she's already graduated, and I'm only in my second year, so there's no chance for me to pursue her."

Dylan came to the gate of Gringotts while thinking about Fosco's daughter whom he met yesterday.

Although it is Christmas, the shops in Diagon Alley are still open.

——After all, this is the commercial center of the British wizarding world. Everyone is on vacation, so naturally they will come here to spend money.

After Dylan entered Gringotts, he looked around and ignored the little goblin who greeted him. Instead, he walked straight towards the old goblin from yesterday.

"Hey, hello, we meet again."

Dylan stood in front of the old goblin's counter.

At this time, the old demon was in very bad spirits. Even though his face was wrinkled, it couldn't hide his haggard look.

"Oh, it's you. Why are you here again?" The old demon raised his head and asked weakly. "What's wrong with you?" Dylan tilted his head. "I went back and thought about it yesterday. I think that house is really good, but the price is a bit high. So I wanted to ask you if you can give me a discount. If you can, I will pay directly."

"Oh, oh? Are you sure you want to buy a house?"

When the old goblin heard this, he was stunned at first, and then he suddenly became alert.

"Oh, hahaha~ I just didn't sleep well. Since you're interested in purchasing a property, then... let's discuss it in detail?"

He stood up and, just like yesterday, bowed respectfully to Dylan and made a gesture of invitation.

His attitude was completely different from when we parted yesterday.

Dylan smiled and nodded, then followed the old goblin into the secret room again.

"I can see you really like this house. You came here during Christmas. I don't want to miss out on such a good buyer like you, so I might as well give you a lower price. The price is... 350,000 Galleons!"

The old goblin raised his head, and a shrewd light flashed in his small green bean-like eyes.

"This is the most realistic price I can offer. If you miss it, I don't think you will ever get such a good deal again."

Dylan shook his head: "My bottom line is two hundred thousand."

Old demon: “…”

He almost couldn't catch his breath.

Two hundred thousand?
Are you going to break his bones?

If it was really sold for 200,000, he wouldn't make a penny!

——Although there is commission, how much is it?
It’s just a mere 50,000 Galleons!

"You're really joking..."

"No, I'm not kidding. My reserve price is two hundred thousand."

"..."

The old witch's face twitched.

Dylan looked at his conflicted expression and chuckled, "How about this? I'll offer another ten thousand, two hundred and ten thousand. If you think it's okay, we'll sign the contract. If you don't think it's okay, forget it. I'll look for other cheaper houses, or..."

"I'll go find the other goblins and ask about the price of this manor."

After saying that, he pretended to stand up and leave.

The old goblin quickly stood up and stopped him.

"Why are you in such a hurry? If you are not satisfied, we can discuss it again. Don't look for anyone else."

Dylan stared at him silently without saying a word.

The old goblin hesitated for a moment, then gave a bitter laugh. "I really can't do anything about you! Fine—fine! For 210,000 Galleons, this manor is yours!"

If it weren’t for the fact that the little wizard in front of him looked like he was only in the fourth or fifth grade.

He was beginning to suspect that the other person was the one who attacked him and robbed him of his money yesterday!

He later told the Aurors about this, but because he was on vacation, the matter was delayed again and again.

God knows when we can find the person who stole his money!
damned!
How dare you steal his money!
He wanted to curse that person to be instantly transformed by Voldemort! !

The base price of this house is $200,000. I originally wanted to see if I could sell it for $150,000 more, to at least make up for some of my losses.

I didn't expect that this little brat would lower the price to the lowest level in one go.

Could it be that the other party can read minds?

No, no, no, how is this possible? He was also beaten stupidly yesterday!
How could a little wizard possibly master Legilimency?

There is no way those professors would pass this curse on to their students!
"The property processing will take some time to complete. Gringotts will clean the house for you and make all the necessary preparations before we can hand it over to you."

Dylan nodded.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the old goblin continued, "If you're sure you want it, you can pay the Galleons first and we can sign a contract to secure the house?"

Dylan nodded again.

Dylan didn't think there was anything wrong with using the old witch's money to buy a house from the old witch.

He signed a magic contract with the old goblin. When the contract came into effect, Dylan felt as if there was something more in his soul.

This feeling was different from the guarantee he signed in school. Instead, it was even stronger and carried an absolute sense of binding.

He felt this way as the buyer, and the old goblin who signed the contract on behalf of Gringotts, the seller, probably felt even worse.

"I wonder if, if I make a breakthrough in my soul research, I can bypass the soul restrictions of the magic contract and unilaterally break the agreement?"

While Dylan was thinking, he was asked to leave Gringotts by the old goblin after paying the Galleons.

the next period of time.

Dylan is much more relaxed.

The house issue was settled in two days, and after Christmas, in order to make more money for their son, the Hawkwoods would go out and work from time to time during the day.

However, most companies are on holiday these days, and they just go out from time to time to buy lottery tickets and check on the stock market.

Dylan originally planned to let Karthus appear again, but it was Christmas and the Fool also needed to rest.

Moreover, he appeared too many times but only did some small things, which was too cheap.

Not to mention that the Aurors have to work overtime to arrest people during Christmas. Dylan is so considerate, so of course he wants to make sure they return empty-handed.

So Dylan stayed home and conducted the experiment for the entire Christmas holiday.

At the end of the holiday, Dylan returned to Hogwarts, with the Hawkwoods reluctantly bidding him farewell with smiles on their faces and waving their hands desperately.

Old Dumbledore has obviously been much stricter in his supervision of Hogwarts recently. Dylan clearly felt this when he first arrived at the school.

Dylan wasn't sure whether Old Man Dumbledore knew, or had suspected, that Voldemort might be using Horcruxes, evil magic, to keep part of his soul alive.

Otherwise, when Voldemort was escaping, Dumbledore had every opportunity to take action, but he was afraid that if he killed Voldemort completely, other Voldemorts would appear.

Apparently, Dumbledore might have been thinking about the Horcruxes.

In particular, he did not find the book "Advanced Black Magic Deciphered" in the restricted area.

This can only mean one thing, Dumbledore has taken away the book containing the method of making Horcruxes.

Dylan wanted to take a look at what was written on it and explore the Horcruxes in more depth.

But Dylan guessed that the book should be in Dumbledore's office now.

That place is not a den of dragons and tigers, but it is also a sea of ​​fire and swords.

Dylan didn't want to go over and steal the book.

At worst, I can just try to build a relationship with Old Deng later and see if I can find some excuse to borrow the book.

After returning to school, Dylan continued his studies and research as usual.

Until Professor Snape's birthday.

Although it is January, the snow is still falling outside the window.

The weather seemed to have grown even colder; even the Whomping Willow was weighed down by the thick snow and became much quieter.

"Professor, do we really need to surprise Professor Snape like this?"

Dylan looked at his strange attire.

Then he looked at the others.

In the room were not only Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, but also Old Man Dumbledore.

The professors were still dressed the same as before, but Dylan was dressed like a replica of Snape.

—A pitch-black robe and a wig on his head.

"Oh wow wow~ I think there's nothing that would surprise Sifros more than you dressed like this, Dylan."

Dumbledore grinned.

"Besides, it was you who proposed to hold a birthday party for Severus, so of course you should make some contribution."

"..."

Dylan's face twitched. "Are you sure Professor Snape won't be frightened and curse me when he sees me?"

Old Deng shrugged. "I think you can get away with it, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's the expression. Oh my God, I'm starting to doubt if you're Severus's child!" Old Dumbledore screamed.

Dylan's eyelids were twitching.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but laugh at Dylan's appearance. "I didn't expect that after dressing you up, you really look a bit like Severus."

Professor Flitwick nodded repeatedly. "They look exactly like each other! Is this makeup? You can change your appearance without using any spells?"

Old Dumbledore also joined in the conversation: "I've seen some Muggle makeup techniques, they're really amazing, like magic!"

Dylan looked at the three professors he was chatting with, sighed, and stood at the door again, waiting for Professor Snape to arrive.

——They are now in Professor Snape's office.

Someone had just sent Professor Snape away, but after seeing that the person who wanted to see him was Lockhart, I'm afraid Professor Snape would come back soon.

……

Meanwhile, Professor Snape was walking back to his office, his face livid.

That idiot Lockhart actually came to him for help with a water pipe!
He had never seen a professor more stupid than that guy!

Even Quirrell is much stronger than him!
——At least Quirrell can even learn the Unforgivable Curses!

"And what happened to Mag and the others these past two days?"

Severus always felt that the people around him were very strange recently.

Each one is so fake.

Yes, that’s right, it’s fake.

——Smiled hypocritically, greeted hypocritically, and walked around in front of him hypocritically.

"Forget it, aren't these people always like this? I don't know what tricks they'll come up with next, especially Albus!"

Severus went straight back to his office.

But just as he was about to push the door open, he paused and frowned.

"The door was moved."

He raised his wand.

Recently, the monster in the secret room has caused panic in the whole school. It seems that the power of petrification can be achieved with just a little medium, which means that even he has to deal with it with caution.

Use your wand to gently open the office door.

The room is dimly lit.

Sifros saw a figure standing in front of him at a glance.

He was about to raise his wand when he saw the figure's appearance...

It turned out to be a smaller replica of myself? ?
"Sectumsempra!"

"What? Wait, Professor, it's me! Protego!"

Dylan dodged to the side.

Severus stopped moving when he heard Dylan's voice.

"Dylan?!"

Severus' eyes widened, but before he could open his mouth to question, Dumbledore, who was standing deep in the office, waved his wand.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang"!
Severus was startled and thought someone had taken Dylan hostage.

The next moment, colorful magic fireworks exploded in his office.

Golden and silver ribbons are flying all over the sky.

Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall also waved their wands, summoning brilliant sparks that flickered in the air like fireflies.

Seeing this, Severus was a little stunned, and his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one. After he came to his senses, his face became darker and darker.

Seeing this, Dylan quickly raised his voice: "Surprise~ Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday, Professor Snape!"

"You're about to set my office on fire!"

Sifros' voice was so low that the words seemed to be squeezed out from his throat.

"It's okay—it's okay. These are just some cold fireworks. They won't burn anything here." Dumbledore waved his wand. "I'm quite good at this kind of magic."

"Wow"

The next moment, a spark floated onto a book and instantly ignited it.

Professor Flitwick was stunned for a moment, then quickly put it out: "Ah? You want to use cold fire? No one told me."

Severus:!

Looking at his expression, Old Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

"Severus, look at your expression, does it resemble Dylan's?"

Severus glanced at Dylan wearing a wig, and his eyelids twitched violently.

"Who dressed you up like this?"

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then swallowed and turned to look at Dumbledore.

The meaning is naturally self-evident.

A vein popped out on Severus's forehead. "Dumbledore, I think your head was really caught in the door of the Chamber of Secrets!"

Old Deng was scolded, but he looked very friendly and not angry at all.

"Anyway, today is your birthday, Severus. Happy birthday. We've left the presents here. You can open them after we leave."

He pointed his wand at a nearby table.

It was filled with various packaged gift boxes.

Severus paused, then fell silent again.

In fact, he hasn't celebrated his birthday for a long time.

It’s hard to say how long it was, maybe the summer when I broke up with Lily, or maybe it was a long time ago.

——Except for Lily, it seems that no one has ever sincerely celebrated his birthday.

After Lily died, he had long forgotten his own birthday.

—sometimes Dumbledore would think of it.

Oh, every birthday of his, Dumbledore would think of it.

Then send him a gift or two.

It was either Chocolate Frogs or the candies in Honeydukes, like the pile of cockroaches that he found disgusting to look at.

——Those candies would eventually be fed to flies or ants because he would never eat them.

I don't know why, but it seems that only the little things Lily gave him can suit his taste.

And what does it matter whether these continue or not?

Last year I received another gift.

It comes from a very arrogant person, whose mouth seems to be more poisonous than his own. When he is serious, he is very serious, but when he is not serious, no matter how he scolds, it is like a punch on cotton. He is simply a little wizard who is a copy of Dumbledore!

He was quite satisfied with the gift - he even wears the black robe until now.

After that time, Severus felt that it was not impossible for him to commemorate his birth again.

But does it really need to be commemorated?

At first he thought it was unnecessary, but after Lily appeared, not needing it... seemed to have become a kind of expectation.

And when Lily died, every day, every hour, every minute, every second he spent seemed like hundreds of years.

He atoned for his sins under the burden of time, and he was even willing to pay for it with his life, until his own death.

Although his body is 33 years old, his mind is already old.

The pain every moment ravaged him madly, making him forget how to find happiness.

His only thought was to protect Lily's only child - who might now have a kid with a better tongue than him.

Originally, this year, he had been expecting to receive some useless candies and a decent set of clothes that were still novel.

did not expect……

These guys suddenly ran over again.

Just for his birthday?
Forget about Albus and Minerva.

—Filius, are we familiar with each other?
Severus looked at the crystal balls on the top of his office, which spelled out his name.

And, happy birthday!
Then he looked at the pile of gifts and a piece of cake on his desk.

There weren't many people in the small office, but Sifros couldn't help but feel a warm current welling up in his heart.

The ribbons summoned by Dumbledore slowly fell on Severus' head.

The hair used to be greasy, but after Dylan gave it the hair cleansing potion at Christmas, it has become much cleaner and even smoother.

Severus's face tightened.

Dumbledore said, "This cake has a treacle pie filling and a fruit pie inside. I made it myself. Would you like to try it?"

Dylan also stepped forward: "Although I haven't eaten it, I think it should be good, Professor Snape, you can try it."

After hearing the full name of the cake, Severus's originally somewhat touched mood was instantly shattered.

"If it tastes good, why don't you eat it?"

Dylan chuckled and said, "You're the birthday boy today, so of course you should have the first bite~"

(End of this chapter)