Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 46: You created a new spell?

"This giant monster..."

Professor Snape's deep voice sounded.

He glanced at Dylan, who was blinking at him expectantly.

"I will hand over the materials that can be produced directly to you when the time comes."

Dylan immediately said with a smile, "Okay, Professor!"

He didn't even need to do it himself, because Professor Snape had already arranged for him how to cut off the materials from the troll!

Snape glanced at the troll's corpse. "A powerful fire spell."

Dylan smiled modestly.

"It's just that you burned off its beard and snot. Next time, it's best not to use this kind of spell."

Dylan's smile froze.

What did Professor Snape mean by that...?
Just advising him not to burn all the usable potion ingredients next time?
Or...did he notice something was wrong?
Dylan glanced at the troll's corpse out of the corner of his eye.

Logically speaking, he has the buff, so it is impossible for others to detect any trace of black magic.

Professor Snape shouldn't have discovered anything!
Dylan even took into account the burning effects of the Fiery Curse and the Fiery Curse.

After all, he had mastered the full-level Fiery Curse, and he could precisely control the traces of the Fiery Curse burning the giant monster's body.

It won't be so bad that someone who knows a little about black magic can come and take a look and tell at a glance that it was burned by the Fierce Fire Curse, not the Fiery Fire Curse.

"Calm down, Dylan, don't be afraid. Even if someone can guess that you know the Fiery Curse, can anyone guess that you know the Avatar? If anyone dares to question you, you..."

Dylan was lost in thought when he felt Professor Snape's gaze.

He immediately stopped the thoughts that were turning in his mind.

I almost forgot, Professor Snape is a master of soul-control.

Even if I don't use spells on him personally, I can definitely feel the thoughts emanating from his emotions.

"Okay, now go back and rest."

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall spoke.

Professor Snape withdrew his gaze from Dylan, then glared at Harry, then threw away his black robe and walked out the door in a hurry.

Harry touched his nose, feeling a little confused.

Why does this person always target him?

Dylan noticed this, too.

It seems that someone may be in big trouble soon.

"But this has nothing to do with me."

Dylan looked up.

"Then I'll take my leave, Professor McGonagall."

He smiled and gestured towards Professor McGonagall.

Then he took Harry and the others out the door.

Quirrell stood beside Professor McGonagall, silently watching Dylan's departing back, his eyes flickering slightly.

Dylan is also a master of soul-stealing.

Even though he couldn't see what was behind him, he still felt a pair of bright gazes looking at him with an inquiring look.

"Voldemort above—and on the face."

Dylan dealt with the excited questions from Harry and Ron beside him.

While thinking secretly.

"Quirrel is possessed by Voldemort. Are both of them able to control the body at the same time, or is it that only Quirrell has consciousness and Voldemort has fallen silent?"

The guy seemed to have noticed him now.

"Well, if he really intends to do something to me, then I will definitely let Voldemort feel what it feels like to be cruciate."

After returning to the dormitory, Dylan continued reading as if he was not affected at all.

Harry accompanied Ron and Hermione to continue apologizing.

Seamus and Neville in the dormitory were relieved to see the three people finally come back, and they wanted to ask something.

However, as soon as he saw Dylan enter the room, he took out a book and began to read it with relish.

The two looked at each other and then went out to find Harry and the others.

As November approaches, the weather becomes colder.

Even the Black Lake was covered with a thick layer of ice.

Dylan also saw some little wizards skating on the ice, but they were quickly driven away.

One morning.

When Dylan looked at Luna, he found that the little guy was also curled up lazily and was unwilling to interact with him.

"Oh, what a shame! I bought some ferret meat, and since no owl wants to eat it, I'll just feed it to Coal."

"Tweet?!"

Luna, who had originally tucked her head between her wings and neck, suddenly stuck her head out, her ears erect, her eyes wide open, staring straight at Dylan.

"You little glutton."

Dylan cursed with a laugh before feeding it a few strips of ferret meat and heading to the Great Hall, intending to prepare for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class after finishing his meal.

The troll incident did not cause much stir at Hogwarts.

As if it was deliberately suppressed.

But after all, Dylan received the potion ingredients from Professor Snape a few days after Halloween.

And it’s not just the materials on the giant monster!

Professor Snape also stuffed a lot of other goodies into the package he gave him.

Some potion ingredients are hard to buy even if you have money.

This made Dylan like Professor Snape even more.

Even the greasy hair looks so fresh.

If anyone dares to say that Professor Snape doesn't wash his hair, he will definitely jump out and scold the other person harshly!

What are you talking about? The professor's hair is shiny, but it's clearly just a unique style!

Wizard style!
After a day of classes.

Dylan sat down next to Professor McGonagall again.

Wait until Professor McGonagall finishes tutoring Dylan.

Dylan sat in his seat and did not leave immediately.

"Professor, thank you very much for your teaching. It has given me a deeper understanding of the Transfiguration Spell."

He sincerely apologized to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at the clever little wizard in front of her, her eyes revealing satisfaction and relief.

"It is my responsibility to cultivate talents for Hogwarts. You don't have to thank me for anything."

Dylan smiled and pulled out his wand.

He was not going to give Professor McGonagall a big piece of Avatar news, but was going to demonstrate to Professor McGonagall the spell he had recently developed.

"Oh? You actually created a new spell?"

After hearing Dylan's explanation, Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, but there was a little more expectation in her eyes.

“It’s not creation, it’s innovation.”

Dylan took out his glass of water and placed it on the table.

"Would you like some tea? Or milk?"

Professor McGonagall blinked and said, "Give me some tea."

Dylan nodded, then waved his wand.

“Lactea repleta (milk tea refill)!”

Dots of pink starlight flashed by.

A rich milky aroma accompanied by a light tea fragrance wafts out.

The top of the wand looked like an enchanted spring.

"Zizzizi~"