Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 65 Dylan, Teach Me!

The holidays are over and classes are starting as normal.

Hermione, Harry and the others found out what the object was that Fluffy, the three-headed dog, was guarding.

But precisely because of this, after getting the answer, they no longer had any further thoughts about the Philosopher's Stone.

After all, they are just a group of first-year wizards, and the reason they are persistent in seeking the truth is simply because of children's curiosity.

and……

Harry has been really busy lately.

Because of the next Quidditch match, Gryffindor needs to accept Professor Snape as the referee of this game.

Given Professor Snape's usual attitude towards Harry and even the entire Gryffindor.

Not only Wood, but all members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team felt that in this game, Professor Snape would most likely keep his eyes wide open, looking for opportunities to deduct points from Gryffindor.

This resulted in Harry having to face the depressing and tense atmosphere created by Wood during training.

Everyone's movements were constantly corrected under Wood's almost harsh watchful eye.

Even Harry is no exception.

When Dylan was almost ready to secretly go to the Forbidden Forest, he returned to the dormitory at night.

I saw Harry lying on the bed listlessly, with a look of despair on his face.

After learning that Harry was a little overwhelmed by the busyness of the recent period, Dylan pursed his lips.

"I learned a new spell. It helps me relax when I'm tired from studying. Do you want to try it?"

Harry, who originally had a dull look in his eyes, wanted to stand up immediately after hearing this, but after some effort, he only raised his head.

"Of course!"

Dylan nodded slightly and drew his wand.

"Serenitas Lux!"

Soft pink particles bloomed from the tip of the wand, and as soon as those particles touched Harry, they merged into his body.

Harry felt that his tense nerves had become much more relaxed under the effect of this spell.

Harry stretched out his limbs and stretched himself.

"Wow, what an amazing magic! I feel like I just had a good sleep!"

Dylan raised the corners of his lips and said, "I found this spell in a very old magic book. If you want to learn it, I can teach you."

Harry perked up, "Really? Dylan, teach me!"

Dylan nodded.

He briefly told Harry the gist of the spell.

This spell is indeed not too complicated, it is actually very easy to learn, and it is very practical.

"You need to focus on placing the stress on the second syllable, 're', of the first word, and on the second word."

"Remember to pronounce the mantra slowly and long. When chanting, let the air flow out smoothly. Some pronunciations should be clear, while others can be lighter and shorter."

Under Dylan's guidance.

Harry got the hang of this magic very quickly, and after more than ten attempts, he successfully mastered the spell.

When Ron, Neville and the others came back, they saw Dylan teaching Harry magic.

"What are you studying?"

Ron walked in with heavy steps. When he looked up, he saw Harry holding his wand with an excited smile on his face. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in confusion.

"A very useful spell!"

A cunning glint flashed in Harry's eyes, and then he suddenly raised his wand and waved it lightly at Ron.

"Serenitas Lux!"

A bright light shot out from the tip of his wand, like a golden ribbon, enveloping Ron. Ron was suddenly hit by a spell, startled, and his body instinctively shrank back.

Neville beside him also widened his eyes.

Just the next second, when the golden thread merged into Ron's body.

The fatigue that had been heavy on my shoulders seemed to be blown away by a breeze.

Ron felt that his eyelids were no longer so heavy, and his mind became much clearer.

He blinked in disbelief. "What kind of spell is this?"

"All the tiredness is gone! Dylan taught me that!"

Ron looked at Dylan eagerly: "Are you secretly learning magic in the dormitory? I want to learn too!"

Dylan felt helpless.

It's just a spell, so it's not difficult to teach.

He tried to teach this spell to Ron and Neville, and later even Seamus.

However, by the time Seamus had mastered the skill, even Neville's tiredness had disappeared.

Ron didn't learn...

Dylan now finally understood why Hermione always treated him badly.

"It's getting late. I'll teach you tomorrow when I'm free."

Dylan declined Ron's request to teach him again.

"Just once, the last time, I promise!"

Dylan first packed the books he would need for class tomorrow, put them in his backpack, and then put them into the system panel.

Hearing Ron's words, he couldn't help but look back at him.

"That's what you said when Neville learned the spell."

Ron was stuck.

Dylan shook his head. "Don't worry. Since you want to learn, I will definitely teach you—but not today. I'm getting ready for bed."

Ron sighed and nodded dejectedly: "Okay."

After lying on the bed.

Ron and Harry's conversation shifted from Quidditch to Professor Snape.

Ron was a little puzzled. He put his hands behind his head and looked at Harry sideways. "That guy with greasy hair always looked like he wanted to eat you. I didn't expect him to save you from Quirrell."

Harry shook his head. "I don't understand either."

After Dylan cleaned up, he shook himself clean, then lay on the bed, grabbed the coal and stuffed it into his arms.

"No matter what, Professor Snape is a qualified teacher, and it is his responsibility to protect his students. Actually, I think Professor Snape is quite easy to talk to. Maybe he's just not good at expressing himself?"

Ron exclaimed in disbelief, "Are you sure he's not good at expressing himself? He can choke people to death with just one sentence!"

"You were right next to me when he scolded me last time. Didn't you hear what he said?"

"Oh! Mr. Weasley, is your brain filled with cockroaches? Or do you think your head is a mixing bowl of Beebe's Every Flavour Beans?"

"Have you been cursed on your hands? You can't even hold the herbs. I don't think you're cut out for Potions. Maybe washing windows for Honeydukes in Hogsmeade would be more suitable for you!"

Ron imitated the character exactly, even the accent was imitated.

After a pause, Ron glanced at Dylan and said, "Sometimes you can be quite choking when you talk. It seems that you should go to Slytherin."

Dylan twitched his lips and rolled his eyes.

"Ron, now that you know I can be very harsh with my words, are you still going to talk to me like this?"

Ron's mouth, which was curled down hard, suddenly froze, he shrank his neck, and then smiled awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)