Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 47 Quidditch

Dylan's eyelashes were fluttering so much that he almost slapped Professor McGonagall and made her catch a cold.

After realizing what was happening, he scratched his head awkwardly and laughed.

Professor McGonagall also laughed softly.

She raised her wand and the glass of water beside her moved towards her.

"Please do it again."

"Lactea repleta!"

Zizzi~
The cup was quickly filled with milk tea, and the rich aroma filled the air.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but stretch out her hand and first took a closer look at the drink that was conjured by magic.

Then he looked up at Dylan.

"Is this tea?"

"milk tea."

Dylan smiled slightly.

Professor McGonagall also reacted: "So whether I want tea or milk, you will give me this?"

Dylan nodded and said, "Professor, you are so smart!"

Professor McGonagall laughed, shook her head, and then shook the cup.

There is a layer of fine foam floating on the surface of the milk tea, and the color is attractive.

Smelling the aroma at the tip of her nose, Professor McGonagall took a sip.

Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly, as if she was a little surprised by the taste of the milk tea.

“It has a smooth texture, just the right amount of sweetness, and a nice tea aroma.”

There was a hint of approval in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

"Although it's a product of magic, it tastes quite good, Mr. Hawkwood. It seems you've achieved some very interesting results in your study of spells."

Dylan's eyes lit up after hearing Professor McGonagall's praise.

"Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Professor."

He also picked up the milk tea in front of him and took a sip.

"Summoning is a branch of Transfiguration. While I was researching Transfiguration, I stumbled upon a new discovery about Summoning. That's why I made this small attempt. I didn't expect it to be so successful."

Professor McGonagall also took another sip, then put down the cup and looked at Dylan with gentle and kind eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a variation of Clear Water Like a Spring, right?"

Dylan nodded slightly: "I did take it as a reference."

"This can actually be considered as creating a new spell. I'm surprised you can do this."

Professor McGonagall smiled and suddenly changed the subject.

"But studying spells is very dangerous. If you want to create a new spell in the future, you can come to me and I will provide you with some reference."

"Ah, is this too much trouble for you, Professor?" Dylan was secretly happy, but said it embarrassedly.

"It's okay. I haven't seen such a creative spell in a long time." Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan. "The same goes for the little wizard."

Dylan chuckled, "Regarding this spell, I simply adjusted its sweetness and flavor."

"I'm researching how to make the toppings directly. Otherwise, this wouldn't be considered real milk tea."

"There's no rush about this, Dylan. I just happen to have something I want to ask you." Professor McGonagall said.

"What's the matter? Professor, tell me." Dylan's heart skipped a beat, but his expression only showed a hint of confusion.

"About Quidditch," said Professor McGonagall.

Uh?
Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help blinking. "Quidditch match? What's going on?"

During this time, no one knew who had spread the news that Harry had joined the Quidditch team.

It made Wood go crazy.

Harry was the secret team member he had carefully trained, and he was waiting for him to soar to the top during the competition, but now the secret was leaked.

"The match starts in two days. Are you interested in joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"

Dylan was stunned. "Me? Professor, why do you ask that? My flying grades aren't great." Professor McGonagall sat up straight. "Don't hide anything from me. I'll always be standing here watching you during your flying lessons. I've noticed that it's not that you can't fly... you're just trying to be safe."

When Dylan heard Professor McGonagall say this, he knew that his hiding his skills in flying class had been discovered.

"Thank you for saying that." Dylan touched his nose.

Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "My knowledge of flying is no less than Madam Hooch's."

Dylan thought about it and it seemed to be true. Professor McGonagall was a veteran Quidditch fan.

Her research on flying might be as profound as her knowledge of Transfiguration.

"I can sense that when you're studying spells, you seem radical, but you're actually very steady. And when you're flying, you fly very steadily, as if you're afraid of falling. This shows that your basic skills are very solid."

Dylan twitched his lips.

He just thought that Professor McGonagall was praising him.

Indeed, he can fly around in the sky at extremely fast speeds.

However, he instinctively wanted to perfectly control his movements while flying, even if there was the slightest chance of error.

It’s not that he is afraid of death, but that he is rigorous and steady in his work!

"Thank you for your compliment, but I have too much magical knowledge waiting for me to study every day, so I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request."

Dylan shook his head.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall seemed to be trying to persuade him, he said again: "Besides that, I'm really not very interested in Quidditch."

This sentence directly blocked what Professor McGonagall wanted to say.

"Well, everyone has their own interests, and you can't force it." Professor McGonagall nodded regretfully.

After returning home at night.

Harry came up to Dylan excitedly.

"Hey, Dylan, the Quidditch match is the day after tomorrow. You'll definitely come to see me then, right?"

"Uh..." Dylan hesitated for a moment.

Just looking at the expectation flashing in Harry's eyes was like two spotlights, almost blinding him.

He rubbed his temples and nodded slightly: "I will."

"Great!" Harry jumped up excitedly.

Wait until the Quidditch game is about to start.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

Almost all the teachers and students of Hogwarts came.

The stands were packed with people.

The golden, white and black heads intertwined together looked like mushrooms.

Dylan rushed over from the library on time.

After he came to the seat Ron reserved for him.

Looking up, I saw the banners held by Seamus, Ron and the others.

The banner was made of a dirty bed sheet, with a few large characters written in ink on it:

"Potter is the best!!!"

Yes, there are three exclamation points after it.

Dylan looked at the dirty sheets swaying back and forth right above his head, his whole body showing a shocked expression.

He scratched his face lightly: "What is this?"

"Cheer!" Ron said excitedly.

Dylan looked at Hermione again.

However, Hermione simply waved her wand, causing the words on the sheets to gradually change color, becoming increasingly bright and eye-catching.

Dylan's eyes widened: "You..."

"Harry will definitely win!"

(End of this chapter)