Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 38 You are only a freshman, and you want to compete with the professor in terms of knowledge?
"Hey, Dylan, how are you feeling?"

After lunch, Neville actually saw Dylan in the dormitory on a Sunday, which was a rare occasion.

He looked at Dylan who walked in, with his hair like a mess and a dazed and wooden expression.

It seemed that he had just returned from the library, with a thick stack of books in his arms.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Dylan was slightly hunched over, with his shoulders slumped, holding a book, his eyes dull, his lips cracked and chapped, an unhealthy pale color.

Neville blinked, "I mean... you seem to be in terrible shape right now."

Seamus was also in the dormitory at this time.

He nodded repeatedly.

Even Coal Ball jumped off the bed, walked like a cat, came to Dylan, sat down obediently, and raised his little head.

"Moo?"

"I……"

Dylan first put the textbook in his arms on the table, and then rubbed his aching temple.

"Am I in bad shape?"

Neville and Seamus both nodded rapidly.

"Moo!" Coal Ball also nodded his little head.

Dylan gave a sheepish smile.

"This morning, I was discussing spells with Professor Flitwick. As you know, the professor knows a lot. During private lessons, what Professor Flitwick taught me was completely different from what he taught in class."

Dylan sighed slightly. "I seriously doubt that the knowledge he taught me is beyond the scope of a seventh-grade wizard's exploration."

"This morning, he even gave me content from three books I had never read in just 20 minutes."

"Plus two extremely obscure journals I've never even heard of."

"So this isn't..."

Dylan pointed to the books on the table.

"In order to avoid having such difficulty listening next time, I went to the library and borrowed all the books."

Dylan muttered nervously.

"I feel like I still know too little. Compared to my professors, my knowledge base is so limited. I need to read more books!"

"For example, I haven't delved into this book on the deciphering of ancient runic spells. There's also the secrets of non-verbal spells, elemental spells and natural forces, and the interpretation of dream spells... I have to study them quickly!"

Neville and Seamus were stunned.

The two looked at each other, and for a moment, it was difficult to respond to Dylan's words.

Isn't even seventh grade enough for Dylan?
Seventh graders are no longer little wizards!

Did their roommate want to learn all the knowledge in the library directly into his brain within this year?
Merlin's nose!
You're only in first grade!

Do you already want your knowledge to surpass that of the professors at Hogwarts?
Both of them swallowed.

He glanced at Dylan, who seemed a little abnormal.

Neville took a deep breath and said, "Dylan, you have worked very hard, and you know more than all the little wizards in our grade!"

Seamus nodded repeatedly, "That's right! Dylan, you work very hard!"

Neville: "I think, why don't you take a break? You've been studying so hard for a long time."

Seamus nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's been a long time!"

Neville: "..."

No? Why don't you join me in trying to persuade him?

Seamus blinked.

I'm not trying to persuade you.
Dylan sighed deeply. In fact, he could already feel that his body was still in its growth stage.

Faced with such high-intensity study, even if his mind could withstand it, his spirit and body in the true sense could not bear it.

only……

Taking a break?
The moment this thought popped into my mind.

Quirrell's face suddenly appeared in his mind again.

"If I don't use the six major black magics, I will definitely not be able to defeat the opponent with my current level of magic."

But if he wanted to face Quirrell, it was impossible for him to fight Quirrell one-on-one. For example, he could just use an Avada attack on him halfway and kill him with a sneak attack.

because……

This guy has two faces!
One in front and one behind.

He wanted to launch a sneak attack, but it was difficult to do so.

In addition, although others could not indirectly trace the traces of his use of magic.

But this is Hogwarts after all. Who knows if old man Dumbledore is hiding somewhere and secretly observing Quirrell.

As a result, I happened to see him making a sneak attack.

Wouldn't he be caught on the spot?

So Dylan's plan is to strengthen his magical foundation as much as possible.

At least in a face-to-face battle, without using black magic, one can still have a temporary response.

In this way, you have the magic wand to beautify this function.

He could secretly mix in a few less obvious full-level black spells among a bunch of magic.

Anyway, he just changed his color and didn't show any negative emotions. Even if others saw him using a spell, it would be difficult for them to discover anything.

"Rest for nothing! As long as you don't die from studying, study until you die!"

Although he didn't think Quirrell would really have any impact on him, he still had to be prepared for any potential problems.

Even if he doesn't want to get involved in the plot, what if he is implicated at some critical moment?
Therefore, the more preparation you can make, the better!
Dylan sat down on the bench, picked up the book and wanted to continue reading.

Seeing this, Neville pursed his lips, then stretched out his chubby little hand and snatched the book from Dylan's hand.

"Hey, Dylan! I need your help with something!"

"Huh?" Dylan was stunned.

Neville closed the book and said, "Um... do you remember the flame thorn? The seedling that Professor Sprout asked me to take care of."

"Just yesterday, the special nutrients it needs ran out. I have to ask Hagrid for some, but I'm a little afraid of him. Can you take me with you?"

Dylan blinked. "Isn't Seamus here? You two don't seem to have anything to do. Why don't you go together?"

During this period, Harry and Ron's relationship became better and better, and Neville often wanted to play with Dylan.

But he had to study every day, and after Neville melted Seamus's cauldron in the Potions class, he actually got along well with Seamus.

Neville's face turned a little red.

Seamus reacted and immediately shook his head: "Ah, I said I would go to cheer for Harry. He has a training match today, and Ron and his two brothers are here too!"

Dylan glanced at the two little brats suspiciously.

It's still early for the game, isn't this excuse a bit too lame?
However, Dylan understood what they meant and smiled helplessly.

"In that case, I'll take you to see Hagrid and have something delicious while you're at it."

Neville was stunned: "What's delicious?"

Dylan's lips curled up into a smile. "Hagrid made these rock pancakes himself. They taste amazing!"

(End of this chapter)