Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 165 Am I your son?

Dylan is not in a hurry to inspect his house now, as he hasn't been back for a while.

These days he either conducts experiments on a group of ugly or trash goblins.

Or he'd be casting Unforgivable Curses at a diary.

Or they would peel off the snake monster's scales and bleed it.
I feel numb.

Right now, he just wants to go home, chat with his parents, and eat some white food made by his mother.

——Don’t mention it, don’t mention it.

After eating so much delicious food from all over the world at Hogwarts, Dylan really missed the pure white food made by his mother.

Like potato salad, English muffins, and shepherd's pie.
Although these dishes don't have many varieties, they are all made by Mrs. Maeve herself. Dylan has been eating them for so many years that he has long been accustomed to them.

As soon as he got out of the car, Dylan walked quickly towards his villa.

In the summer afternoon, even in the evening, the weather is still a bit hot.

A not particularly large number of summer cicadas were chirping on the branches.

The trees on the roadside are lush and leafy, casting patches of rich green shade.

The not-so-scorching light passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and sprinkled on the ground, forming patches of orange-gold spots.

When he arrived at the door, Dylan raised his hand and knocked gently.

In almost an instant, the door opened.

Dylan saw the surprised faces of Hubert and Maeve.

Mrs. Maeve's eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward and hugged Dylan in her arms.

"Baby, you're finally back. Why didn't you tell me in advance so your dad could pick you up at the station?"

Dylan smiled and gently hugged his mother back. "There's no need for you to make a trip in this hot weather. I'll just take a taxi back. Mom, have you forgotten? You and Dad gave me a lot of money. I can just take a taxi back."

Hubert muttered, "Those cars are so uncomfortable to ride in. They're not comfortable at all. Our own car is still better!"

Dylan blinked. "Mom, why don't you let me in? The air conditioner is almost out."

Maeve finally reacted and nodded repeatedly: "Oh, look how excited I am, come in, baby."

She released her arms from around Dylan and moved away.

Dylan rubbed his fingers—there were still some egg splashes on them from cooking.

Walk into the house.

The air conditioning is on full blast.

Dylan said, "Don't turn up the wind too high, or you might catch a cold."

Maeve nodded repeatedly: "I see, my baby has grown up and knows how to care about his parents~"

Dylan's eyelids twitched: "Have I never cared about you before?"

Maeve came into the kitchen and her voice drifted over: "Baby, you always make me feel like you're just like my grandfather. You're not cute at all!"

Dylan took a breath. "Dad said that the British are very serious. Only people who are not very smart can call them cute."

Hubert's eyes widened, and when he felt the cold gaze coming from the kitchen, he immediately raised his hands.

"Honey, I swear I wasn't talking about you—no, I mean, I didn't say anything like that! Oh my God, what kind of person could say such horrible things?"

Hubert shouted loudly, without any of the composure of a middle-aged man, and hurriedly explained to his wife.

"Even though it was our son who said this, I have to say, Dylan, how could you say something like that? It's so ungentlemanly!"

Hubert glared at Dylan, then looked at Maeve. "Of course, I also have to explain to our son. He might mean that he is not very smart. He refers to those who don't know how to appreciate you. They can only be called cute."

"And someone as smart and charming as you, my wife, is simply my queen!"

"And, in my life, my wife, you are absolutely the symbol of wisdom! Beauty and charm are perfectly combined. God, you are the precious gift that God has given me, right?"

Hubert looked at Maeve in the kitchen with deep affection.

"Wife, please forgive our son for being such a rash fellow. Perhaps after becoming a wizard, he just loves to talk nonsense."

Dylan: ?
Hello?

Excuse me?

Dylan is really defeated by his parents.

and so……

Can I eat now?
"Mom, I'm hungry~~"

"Oh, come and eat, the food is ready."

Maeve was still staring at Hubert.

You look at me and I look at you.

I don't know what he was looking at, but I felt like his eyes were about to become thready.

Hearing Dylan's voice, Maeve came back to her senses and hurried out of the kitchen, holding a pot of tea in her hand and looking up at the starry sky.

"Baby, come and look, this is a delicious dish!"

Dylan was stunned, staring at the basin in his mother's hand.

Several fish were lined up neatly, but their heads stubbornly poked out of the pie crust and pointed straight into the sky.

The round eyes on the fish's heads seemed to be staring at him.

——Under the warm yellow indoor light, there was an indescribable weirdness.

It’s really a “big” dish.

"Why does it feel so much like the way that goblin glared at me when I was researching what would happen if I used the Foul Blossom on a living goblin?"

The corners of Dylan's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

——He obviously wanted to go home and have a good rest.

Why did he suddenly feel like he was in his own lab again?
"It seems Dylan likes it very much, honey, your pie is perfect!" Hubert took the bowl of Stargazing from Maeve, stretched out his arm, and placed it directly in front of Dylan. "Come on, son, eat more. Your mommy made this especially for you."

Dylan: “.”

Maeve smiled slowly, the warm yellow light shining on her face, making her delicate skin look particularly soft. The few fine lines at the corners of her eyes left by the years not only did not detract from her beauty, but instead added a bit of charm of life to her.

Dylan looked at his mother's expression, paused, and still said nothing. He just let the couple show their love in front of their son.

Unexpectedly, Maeve suddenly spoke.

"Don't fight with me, darling. Dylan finally comes back. If you want to eat this pie, I'll make it for you next time."

Hubert immediately shook his head: "No, dear, how can I bear to see you suffer in the fumes? Don't worry, I won't compete with Dylan for this pie."

After that, he turned his head, looked at Dylan, and said with a smile: "Son, come on, eat more."

Dylan: “!!!” - Am I still your son?
How did Dylan feel that these two old brats of his were becoming more and more annoying as time went by and they became more affluent and wealthy ever since he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts?

Is this a second spring?
Or did his parents no longer want to treat him as their son?
Do they already have a second number?

Dylan gritted his teeth and glanced at his mother's belly, which was wrapped around an arm.

——Don’t say it!
This possibility seems quite high!

Could it be true? ?

Dylan scratched his forehead and forced a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Under Mrs. Maeve's expectant eyes and Mr. Hubert's narrowed gaze, he gritted his teeth and picked up the knife, slowly cutting into the large piece of the strangely shaped stargazing pie.

After much difficulty, he found an angle and cut off a small piece of puff pastry, but before he could put it into his mouth.

Mr. Hubert rarely loosened his hand around his wife's waist, and with a "swish", he cut off another large piece with a big knife and placed it in front of Dylan.

There was a fish head "sitting" steadily on it, staring blankly at Dylan.

Dylan paused and glanced at the man with an eager face.

"Hahaha, son, stop looking at me. Dad knows you must be very happy. Eat more, otherwise it will all be wasted." Hubert said with a smile, "Don't you like the food your mother cooks for you?"

"She got up early in the morning to prepare this pie - and I got up and helped all day long!"

Dylan listened to his father's tone, okay!

Case solved!
It turned out that he had written back earlier saying that he would be going home today, so his mother got up early to prepare food for him.

He even pulled his father up.

——Perhaps a man, in order to consolidate his image as a loving wife, insisted on getting up to help prepare food and clean the house even though his wife told him not to.

Then this stingy man took out all his anger that he had accumulated all day long on his son?

Ha ha!

Dylan was very insightful and saw through his cheap father's little thoughts at a glance!
Dylan curled his lips silently, facing the gaze of his cheap parents, smiled, pierced the fork directly into the eyeball of the fish head, and then pulled it up.

Just like pulling mandrakes.

"Eidolon Mentis."

——A magic that Dylan saw in an ancient book, which could directly affect his mind, blinding his eyes and making him see things that were not what he saw.

at the same time.

The hideous fish head in front of Dylan gradually transformed into a string of tempting salt and pepper shrimps with shiny shells.

Those dead fish eyes also turned into pepper and salt grains dotted on it, emitting an alluring aroma at a low temperature.

Well, that’s right!
Dylan put the fork into his mouth, began to chew it in big mouthfuls, and then spat out the shrimp skin - actually some big fish bones.

After Dylan learned it, this spell could be considered a very practical spell.

Those goblins are so ugly—many times uglier than goblins!
Sometimes Dylan would bleed them dry, and when he couldn't bear to look at their ugly, howling faces, he would just use his mind to imagine that he was looking at a piglet.

——Although it is still very bloody, it is obviously much more tolerable.

Hubert's eyes widened slightly as he watched Dylan bite off the fish head in one bite and then start to suck on the meat and other ingredients on it.

Dylan looked at him and smiled. "It's delicious, Dad. You should try it too. After all, it's a delicacy made by Mom herself. You don't eat any of it. Are you disliking Mom's cooking?"

Hubert's expression froze: "Hahaha, I..."

Dylan didn't give him a chance to speak. He cut off a piece of fish head and pie and put it on his father's plate.

"Come on, sit down and eat. Why are you standing there?" Dylan called out.

Hubert swallowed and looked at the dish he disliked the most - he remembered the time when his mother force-fed him several fish heads as a child, which gave him nightmares for several nights.

Hubert forced a smile and was about to find a reason to refuse.

Only Maeve's gentle voice was heard.

"My son has given you the food, so just use your fork. This is also a token of his kindness."

Dylan nodded. "Yes, Dad, this is what I want!"

Hubert looked at the fish head on the plate, his Adam's apple rolling up and down unconsciously, and his face showed an extremely conflicted expression.

In the end, he chose to accept his fate. He slowly reached out his hand, picked up the fork, and gently picked up the fish head under the gaze of his son and wife. He paused for several seconds before bringing it to his mouth.

He bit off a piece of fish head meat and chewed it mechanically with his cheeks. The smile was extremely forced, and the curve of the corners of his mouth was stiff and wooden.

——Dylan even felt that what his father ate was not the fish head meat, but the little cuties he raised.

"Oh, right, with Voldemort's Horcrux here, I don't really need those cockroaches and spiders to grind spells. I can just finish them all off at once, or just throw some into the forest."

Dylan watched his father swallow with difficulty.

——My throat seemed to be choked by something, and the blue veins on my neck were slightly bulging. It took a lot of effort to swallow the mouthful of minced meat.

“Ah! So delicious!”

Hubert pretended to be relaxed, pulled the corner of his mouth, picked up the drink beside him, and took a big gulp, trying to dilute the indescribable taste in his mouth.

Dylan chuckled: "Then - Dad, can you eat more?"

"How can that be possible? This is specially made by your mother for you. Good boy, eat it quickly. I will only eat these."

Hubert placed the fish head he had taken a bite of on the edge of the plate and picked up some vegetables to try to cover the dead fish eyes that were staring at him.

"By the way, have you encountered any interesting things at school this semester? Tell your mom about it so we can all broaden our horizons."

Hubert immediately began to change the subject.

Maeve also became interested and looked at Dylan tenderly: "Yeah, baby, is there any difference between second grade and first grade? Will the academic workload be too heavy?"

She picked vegetables for Dylan.

"Your classmates and teachers even wrote us letters."

Dylan paused in his eating and looked up. "My classmate? He wrote you a letter? Who? Why haven't I heard you mention this before?"

Maeve blinked. "Huh? You didn't know?"

Hubert continued, "It was your Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, who sent us a letter together with a student named Vera."

Dylan narrowed his eyes calmly. "And then? What did they talk about?"

Maeve smiled sheepishly. "Your classmates and teachers are so enthusiastic. They started by praising us for our good teaching methods and raising such an outstanding child."

"That's it?"

"Of course not. They asked about your development—the teachers at this school are really responsible."

“How have I grown?”

(End of this chapter)