Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 162 Twins: Hey, Brother Dylan~ Why hasn’t this little girl called us that before?
After Dylan walked out of Old Deng's office door, he headed towards the auditorium.

It was dinner time, and Hogwarts was even hosting a lively and grand banquet.

——Maybe it shouldn’t be called a banquet.

It’s just that almost all the teachers and students of Hogwarts came here at this time, gathered together, and everyone was chatting enthusiastically.

In the past, Hogwarts had hosted countless feasts.

But when it comes to everyone's excitement about the party, tonight is undoubtedly very special.

Because the students themselves are ready to board the Hogwarts Express today.

But after they packed up their things and spent the whole night in anxiety and worry, the professor informed them...

I still have to continue studying!

The mastermind behind this crisis has been dealt with by the school!

No one needs to go home because of this!
Wait until Dylan arrives at the auditorium.

Although there were no lights or decorations, almost everyone's cheeks were rosy.

Some sit in a circle, beaming with joy, while others walk in pairs, looking around.

Everyone seemed to be roasted by an invisible but scorching flame, and the uncontrollable joy in their hearts made their faces red.

That red is not a harsh color painted on, but a color that comes naturally from the bottom of the heart.

As Dylan came in, he felt the joy coming towards him.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Look forward.

Dylan saw Harry surrounded by a crowd of people at the Gryffindor table.

"Dylan, you're here~!"

Neville was chatting with Seamus next to him. He caught a glimpse of Dylan coming over from the corner of his eye, and his already round face was instantly filled with smiles.

His eyes curved into crescents, and he raised his hands impatiently and waved them hard at Dylan.

"Brother Dylan!"

Ginny had also left the infirmary by now and was sitting next to the Weasley twins.

After seeing Dylan, her eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, revealing a bright smile. Her soft red hair fluttered gently behind her, making her look quite cute.

When Dylan passed by her, he first nodded to Neville, then raised his hand and gently touched her head.

Ginny was stunned for a moment, and then a blush of shyness quickly appeared on her face.

"Brother Dylan, stop touching my head. Fred and the others said it will keep me from growing taller."

Fred and George, who were sitting next to him, glared at him. "What kind of hypocritical act are you doing? When we wanted to touch your head, you just slapped our hands away!"

But Ginny didn't even look at them: "Brother Dylan, don't listen to their nonsense, this is all untrue."

Dylan blinked.

When he lived in the Weasley house before, he had seen how lively Ginny was.

This time, he knew that Ginny would have the diary in her hands, but he did not intervene at all.

Although Dylan knew that even if he hadn't taken the diary and the basilisk away, nothing would have happened to Ginny.

But when Ginny was communicating with Tom's diary, her consciousness was controlled bit by bit by Tom, and she was still affected to some extent at that time.

Dylan didn't mean to apologize, but he just felt a little guilty.

As a result, his voice became softer.

"How is it? Is there anything that's bothering you now?"

Ginny shook her head immediately, her red hair swaying gently. "No, Madam Pomfrey has examined me carefully. She said that my vitality and mental strength have returned to normal. I don't need to stay in the school infirmary for observation, so I can come out now!"

Dylan nodded slightly: "That's good."

"Thank you, Brother Dylan, for caring about me~" Ginny raised her voice and said obediently.

Fred and George looked at each other, their eyes widening dramatically.

"Hey! That's not fair!"

"We took care of her the whole afternoon, and she didn't even say a word of thanks!"

“And I’m still being disliked!”

"Dylan didn't do anything, but Ginny actually praised him!"

“This is too biased!”

Dylan glanced at the two idiots.

Then, he fumbled in the pocket of his robe twice, and when he reached out again, he also grasped a crystal clear glass bottle.

Ginny looked over curiously.

The liquid in the bottle was as thick as the dark night, with a faint light flickering in it.

Dylan gently handed the glass bottle to Ginny and shook it twice.

"This is the Obsidian Restoration Potion, a potion I personally researched and brewed. Drink it, it will help you recover your mental strength and lost vitality."

Ginny's round eyes widened slightly when she heard this, and she reached out to take the potion from Dylan's hand.

It was dinner time, and there were many tempting delicacies on the table, but Ginny didn't even look at them.

He pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and gulped down the entire bottle of medicine.

Ginny felt the potion pass through her throat, and a hint of warmth came with the coldness, and a warm current quickly spread throughout her body.

She clearly felt that her mind was becoming clearer, and her limbs seemed to be injected with strength, and even her fingers were full of vitality.

She clenched her fists in surprise, feeling her spirit relaxed, her eyes sparkled, and she looked at Dylan joyfully and sincerely.

"Oh my god, I feel like I'm full of energy all of a sudden! Is this the magic potion you, brother Dylan, developed? Oh my god, this is incredible!"

When the Weasley twins saw Ginny drink the potion, although she was in good condition to begin with, she now looked completely refreshed. The feeling came from the inside out, and they were all instantly refreshed.

Fred practically jumped up from his seat and took two steps towards Dylan. "Hey! Dylan, look at Ginny's condition! Did you make this potion yourself?"

Dylan nodded.

But before he could say anything, George came over, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

"Dylan, you're truly a genius! I heard that developing new potions is a very difficult task. Not only does it require a huge investment of manpower, material resources, and energy, but success isn't guaranteed—the ingredients and ratios for those potions are simply too difficult to obtain."

Fred nodded vigorously. "Yeah, you know how big a stir it would cause at Hogwarts, and even in the entire wizarding world, if a new potion, and a very effective one at that, could be mass-produced? That's a lot of money!"

Dylan smiled faintly.

Nonsense, of course he knows!

In fact, he took out this bottle of potion specifically to demonstrate this effect.

With today's preparation, he will naturally be able to bring the obsidian recovery agent he refined to the public.

"It's also because Professor Snape gave me a lot of potion recipes. He used to teach me how to make potions."

Dylan explained casually.

"After unlocking the techniques for refining many high-level potions, I wanted to research a new type of potion. If I could sell it, that would be even better."

"Dylan, you're amazing!"

The Weasley twins looked eager.

They were exhausted and their lips were worn out from talking.

He finally took advantage of the Chamber of Secrets crisis and made a fortune as the heir of Slytherin.

But look at Dylan.

They wanted to give Dylan half of their windfall.

He even developed a magic potion himself, and looking at the effects now, it's quite good!
Maybe there will be a chance to sell it for money!

And it will obviously sell for a lot of money!
It’s totally different from their petty fights!
"Dylan, are you still in need of a little brother?"

"Why don't you consider both of us?"

Dylan laughed and shook his head slightly. "The effects of the potion I'm researching haven't been fully developed yet. There's still a lot of room for improvement, so I'm not considering putting it on the market yet."

At this point, Dylan paused.

"——And, most importantly, I don't have any fame yet. Selling medicine is a very complicated matter."

Fred scratched his head, "But you have a good relationship with Professor Snape!"

George nodded. "Sometimes I even feel that your relationship with Professor Snape is better than his relationship with those people in Slytherin College!"

"No way."

Fred said seriously, "Why not? Professor Snape even taught you how to brew advanced potions. Have you ever seen a Slytherin being taught like that by Professor Snape?"

George also said seriously: "This shows that Professor Snape really likes you!"

Fred added, "You can definitely use Professor Snape's name to sell medicine! As long as the effect is outstanding, you won't have any trouble selling it!"

Dylan looked "hesitant".

"This shouldn't be a good idea, right?"

"Why not?" Fred said quickly.

"That's great!" George followed suit, "Just think about it, if you really promote this potion to the entire wizarding world, Professor Snape will only be proud of you!"

Dylan looked "conflicted."

"I'll think about it again. Anyway, the potion is not the final version yet."

The Weasley twins nodded repeatedly: "Okay, then you think about it first. If you want to sell potions, you can come to us."

Ginny blinked at the side, then came to her senses and said, "Brother Dylan, my father works at the Ministry of Magic. He may have some channels to help you with this matter."

Dylan nodded, a look of genuine gratitude on his face.

"Okay, I will. If necessary, I will definitely trouble Mr. Arthur."

The Weasley twins immediately waved their hands: "It's no trouble at all. Our dad doesn't have much to do every day anyway, so it's just right for him to help you!"

Dylan chuckled.

"If I really want to sell medicine at that time, it would be great if you could become my agent. I am willing to give you 50% of the profits."

"what?"

"Fifty percent!"

Fred and George's eyes widened.

The two looked at each other, then looked at Dylan and quickly waved their hands: "No, no, no, this is too much."

Fred said, "We'd love to be your agent, but we won't take so much of your profits. It's too much."

George agreed. "For the potions you brew, you must provide the materials and skills, even the recipe is yours. We just help you sell them. This is different from you making amulets and then having us sell them. After all, we provide the materials."

Dylan raised his eyebrows. "What difference does it make? You guys provided the materials for the amulets. You're all willing to split it 50-50 with me, so why shouldn't I?"

Fred shook his head. "Dylan, it's not that we're being polite to you. After all, even brothers should settle accounts. George and I will settle our accounts clearly."

George nodded. "We provide the materials, and you provide the technology. Even though it's a 50-50 split, this is what we need from you. You're our only choice."

Fred hummed heavily.

"And you sell potions, but we are not your only item. It's not you who needs us. Even then, maybe we will need you—"

"Please supply us with the goods."

Dylan smacked his lips. "Well, if you say so."

Seeing Dylan give in, George and Fred also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why don't you give us a purchase price then and we'll sell it to others. The losses will be ours and the risks can be transferred to us," George suggested.

"But in this case, the initial capital to buy the potion..." Fred paused and gritted his teeth, "I'll ask our dad to borrow money!"

Dylan laughed and patted both of them on the shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not a qualified capitalist. We'll talk about these things when the time comes."

The twins were immediately moved.

"Next time you come across something strange, it's best to show it to me."

Dylan gave Ginny an instruction.

This time he was sure that nothing would happen to the other party, but who knew that because of his presence, the plot would gradually deviate from its original track, and would Ginny encounter any other dangers?

So we should still remind you when necessary.

"Okay, I understand, Brother Dylan."

Ginny lowered her head slightly, her red hair falling down, covering her cheeks and the two blushes.

Dylan smiled and walked away, sitting down next to Neville.

The Weasley twins originally had a slightly touched look on their faces, but after hearing Ginny's voice, their expressions instantly turned into amusement.

Fred raised his eyebrows and deliberately dragged out his tone: "Oh~ Brother Dylan~ Listen, how intimate is that? How come I have never enjoyed such treatment?"

As he spoke, Fred exaggeratedly covered his chest, pretending to be heartbroken.

George curled his lips and agreed, "Yeah, it seems like when someone was a kid, they only heard the name brother once or twice. They've only been at home for one summer vacation, and they're already calling me brother non-stop. I think their hearts have completely turned away!"

As he spoke, George squinted his eyes and looked at Ginny with pretended dissatisfaction.

Ginny raised her head quickly when she heard that.

She first glanced in Dylan's direction.

It turned out that the latter didn't seem to hear their conversation.

While feeling a little relieved.

His cheeks puffed up slightly, revealing two small fangs, and he glared at his two cheap brothers in reproach.

"Hmph! Stop teasing me, or I'll tell Mom and Dad when I get home, and you'll bully me at school!"

Ginny snorted: "No, maybe I should let Percy beat you up now!" The Weasley twins bared their teeth.

Finished!

This sister is hopeless!
Their elbows are almost bent to their grandmother's house!

Their grandmother's house is very far away from their home!
After Dylan sat down, he said a few words to Neville and glanced quietly at the teacher's seat.

My goodness, that was like an explosion.

Old Deng hasn't arrived yet.

The other professors were basically all seated.

Even Professor Trelawney came.

Dylan saw that the professors seemed to be competing with each other in drinking.

——Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were facing each other, and the table beside them was filled with wine glasses.

The two men poured wine into their mouths one cup after another, neither of them willing to give in.

Professor McGonagall's hair was tied up on top of her head, but a strand of hair hung down, revealing a rare casualness in her seriousness.

Even though his face was flushed, his eyes behind the square glasses were still bright, his hand holding the wine glass was firm and powerful, and every sip of wine was accompanied by a hearty laugh.

——Then he looked at Flitwick with a provocative look.

Professor Flitwick was short, with messy hair, and he could barely look Professor McGonagall in the eye by standing on a chair.

At this time, his face turned red, and he stretched his neck hard, gulped down a glass of wine, and then slammed the wine box loudly, which made Professor McGonagall laugh.

"Hahaha!"

**
Professor Snape used his wand to draw out a puff of clean air in disgust.

Professor Sprout was wrapped in a robe with lush green plant patterns. Her brown hair was casually tied back, with a few strands of hair hanging in front of her smiling face.

He has a kind face and round cheeks.

There was still a bit of cream stuck on the tip of his nose, but he was completely unaware of it. He was enjoying watching the two people drinking together with great relish.

Professor Trelawney sat alone in an inconspicuous corner.

This was completely different from the look she had when Dylan went to her privately for tutoring. She was more refined back then.

Professor Trelawney, who was sitting here, was dressed as inconspicuously as her position.

She had a pair of exaggerated big eyes that almost covered half of her face. She was wearing a light long skirt and a thin shawl that wrapped her up layer by layer, and her eyes were a little wandering.

Professor Snape's gaze turned and met Dylan's.

The latter winked and gave Professor Snape a flattering smile.

Professor Snape still had a cold expression on his face and turned his head away.

The party lasted for a long time.

Some people left after eating, but came back after leaving.

The professors were drinking, while the young wizards from the four major colleges were chatting with their friends.

Dylan asked Neville and found out that when the party just started, Professor McGonagall announced that it would be an all-night feast.

In other words, there will be no curfew today and everyone can celebrate here until dawn.

Dylan blinked twice.

"Just... just sit here and celebrate?"

He doesn't quite understand.

Neville nodded excitedly: "You can also get up and walk around, even outside the auditorium!"

"Hehe...Okay."

Dylan laughed dryly.

No one left.

Dylan thought it was a rare day without a curfew, so he sat here too.

Chat with Neville and have something to eat.

After a while, he was dragged over by the Weasley twins to discuss some trivial matters.

After a while, I heard Ron bragging about his secret room exploration and how he showed off his prowess.

Then I listened to Hermione helping Harry and the others analyze Lockhart's disappearance and Karsus's identity.

It was soon after curfew.

Old Deng seemed to have finally finished something in his principal's office and came back late.

As soon as I entered the door, the noise in the auditorium gradually faded away.

He raised his voice and said loudly: "Everyone, I think Professor McGonagall has already explained to you that today - there will be no curfew at Hogwarts!"

Professor McGonagall had already announced this once, though.

However, after hearing Dumbledore's announcement, everyone was still excited, and shouts and whistles broke out one after another in an instant.

The younger students screamed with excitement and jumped between their seats.

The Gryffindor lion cubs cheered and hugged each other.

The Ravenclaw eagles also put aside their usual reserve and applauded along with the Hufflepuff badgers.

Only the Slytherin students had extremely complicated feelings about the resolution of this crisis.

Some people are happy, some people are disdainful.

But after all, they are just a group of children, not their parents.

And Slytherin is not just about pure-blood wizards.

Those young wizards who are not pure-blood would naturally be more happy to see the Slytherin heir being perfectly resolved than those who come from pure-blood families.

Overall, Slytherin was able to blend into the noisy atmosphere at the moment.

——But it is only limited to their college.

Unlike Ravenclaw, he would even chat with Hufflepuff.

They either ate by themselves or communicated with people from the same college.

Among them, the one with the ugliest expression must be little Malfoy.

——This guy had previously relied on the fact that Dumbledore was expelled from Hogwarts and claimed that his father would become the new headmaster of Hogwarts, and acted arrogantly in the school.

As a result, it seems that old Malfoy's position as school director has been stripped away.

However, his two younger brothers were loyal and always sat next to Malfoy, chatting with him from time to time, so he didn't seem too out of place.

Dumbledore walked to the teachers' table, turned slowly, and a gentle smile returned to his face.

"It's great to see you all again - as the principal."

Old Deng's face was filled with kindness. "I'm very fortunate to see that the children who were attacked in this incident have all recovered healthily. The petrification did not cause any permanent damage to them."

"This is all thanks to Madam Pomfrey's meticulous care and the Mandrake resurrection potion brewed by Professor Snape."

The young wizards in the audience cheered again, but Old Dumbledore gently raised his hand to suppress the cheers.

"But during this process, there are a few students to whom I must express my gratitude."

Old Dumbledore looked towards the Gryffindor seats.

"First of all, Mr. Longbottom, he has been helping Professor Sprout take care of the mandrakes for a long time, whether it's fertilizing, weeding, or even the final harvest. He's always there."

"Gryffindor deserves a hundred points for that!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, he put his hands together and clapped softly - but the sound was very loud.

This caused the students in the college to cheer.

Hermione clapped her hands vigorously as well.

Even Filch, who was standing at the edge of the hall, smiled, holding Mrs. Norris in his arms and patting her head.

"After this, the people who caught the murderer were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley! These two saved Hogwarts from closure!"

Old Dumbledore raised his voice again, "For this, Gryffindor deserves the most special commendation! I'm giving them both extra points—two hundred points each!"

Dylan glanced at Old Dumbledore.

Really generous.

Two hundred points per person.

The total for the two of them is four hundred.

Including Neville's 100 points.

In no time, Gryffindor's score was brought to first place again.

You know, the Quidditch game has been cancelled and it is impossible to hold it again at the moment.

The four major colleges cannot use Quidditch to increase the score gap, and then there are almost no other events that can increase the score.

Which means - Gryffindor will obviously win the House Cup again.

This time, Dylan didn't hear Old Deng call his name throughout the whole process, so he was quite satisfied.

——After all, he really didn't do anything this time.

Giving him extra points for no apparent reason would be a bit too much.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell who he is favoring.

  At last.

Old Deng chatted for a while, and his face suddenly became sad.

"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, what I never expected was that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor met with an accident while trying to prevent this incident from happening."

"Unfortunately, we have to replace the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a new one again."

"As for Mr. Lockhart, perhaps he won't be able to write any more books in the future—because I have no idea whether he would be willing to appear before the world again."

Old Dumbledore did not directly say that Lockhart was missing.

After all, this incident seemed to be resolved, but in fact, the guy named Karsus was the one who made him most uneasy.

According to the current situation, Lockhart should have been kidnapped by the other party.

So if he said that the other party was dead now, if Lockhart appeared again later, wouldn't it be inconsistent with what he said now?
Therefore, even if he wants to fool others, he will not tell lies directly.

On the contrary, just like now, if he directly said something ambiguous, he would believe that no one would come and ask him more detailed questions.

"Oh my God! This is such bad news!"

Some of the students looked sad.

Almost all the teachers and students at Hogwarts miss Professor Lockhart.

——Everyone picked up their forks sadly and stuffed big mouthfuls of food into their mouths.

Or they might raise their water cups and slam down cans of drinks to hide their sad faces.

Ron sat aside, tears in his eyes. Feeling his hungry stomach, he grabbed a leg of lamb and started eating it.

Even the professors in the classroom sniffed, raised their glasses, and started to show off again.

——Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick must be mentioned.

They raised their glasses repeatedly, obviously wanting to use the wine to express their endless thoughts and respect for Lockhart.

After a long while, although everyone was filled with sorrow, they still forced a smile to hide the sadness surging in their hearts.

"Can't you drink anymore? Hahahaha!" Professor McGonagall laughed.

"How could I! I can still drink a lot! I won't get drunk even if I drink until dawn!" Professor Flitwick's big head swelled red, and he waved his arms and slammed the table.

"Continued Cup!"

Professor Snape crossed his arms, glanced at the two of them, and squeezed out a snort from his throat: "Look at you, two drunken idiots, not satisfied with drinking in private, you actually lost face in front of the students!"

The two professors ignored Severus completely.

Dumbledore chuckled twice, turned around, and announced again -

"With so much happening this school year, I know everyone is feeling anxious during their time at the academy, and it must be difficult to focus on their studies."

"—plus, several students have been lying in the school infirmary since being attacked, and have fallen behind on the lessons we have already learned."

"so--"

Dumbledore's voice paused, then suddenly rose again.

"I announce—the final exam is cancelled!"

In an instant, the auditorium fell into silence.

Everyone stood there in a daze, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

A few seconds later, a deafening cheer exploded, echoing throughout the entire auditorium!
The little lions from Gryffindor were so excited that they even stood on their chairs.

Ron's cheeks turned red and he whistled loudly with excitement.

Even Hermione was quite supportive of the cancellation of the exam this time, and celebrated with Harry by high-fiving him.

At the same time, this news made the Slytherin students of the four major colleges unable to contain their excitement.

The two younger brothers beside Malfoy jumped up from their seats.

The cheers lasted for several minutes.

Dylan didn't react much to the news.

Whether to take the exam or not is not a big problem for him.

I just don’t know if it will affect his academic year summary.

——It was because he took the exam last year and got first place that he was given an extra reward.

(End of this chapter)