Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 69: Did this damn Dylan cast the Imperius Curse on Professor Snape?

Hearing the name, Malfoy froze, and after awkwardly standing up, he quickly turned around. Seeing the person coming, he didn't dare to say a word, but glared at him angrily.

However, there were still traces of bird claws on his face.

"Malfoy, did I ever tell you not to mess with my friends?"

Malfoy paused. "When did you say that?"

Dylan: (_)
"Didn't I say that?"

Recalling the lesson he had given Malfoy last time during flying class.

It seemed that he had simply cursed at him a few times.

Dylan looked at Malfoy seriously: "It's okay, now I say it."

Malfoy: (●●)...

"You're really nosy!" Malfoy glared at Dylan.

Dylan chuckled, not caring much about his glare. He raised his hand slowly and waved gently at the bird that was still circling above Malfoy's head.

Suddenly, the bird flapped its wings and flew over. It folded its wings gently and landed steadily on Dylan's shoulder, rubbing its head against his neck affectionately.

Dylan stretched out his fingers and stroked Fei Niao's forehead, and then a faint ripple of magic spread from his palm and enveloped Fei Niao.

Gradually, the bird's body became ethereal until it disappeared.

Malfoy and Neville were both stunned by Dylan's move.

"You can actually cast spells without a wand?" Malfoy's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh my god, Dylan, you've become even more powerful!" Neville was a little envious.

Dylan smiled and said, "I don't like bullying children, but I also hope you won't always mess with my friends."

"What are you talking about? Aren't you also a child?"

Malfoy blinked slightly, came to his senses, and his eyes widened with anger.

"No, are you treating me as your lackey? How dare you order me around, you Gryffindor? I'm a Slytherin!"

Dylan blinked. "Oh? Although I make potions with Professor Snape's help from time to time, I really don't know—"

"So, Slytherins only rely on their height and magic to bully others just to please themselves?"

Dylan held his wand in his palm. "That's a really good question. Should I send a message to Professor Snape right now and ask him?"

Malfoy's expression froze.

Recalling the time when he passed by the Potions classroom before, he stared through the small window at Professor Snape who was concentrating on instructing Dylan to make potions.

The flames of jealousy instantly burned in his chest.

Why?
Why does Professor Snape give guidance to a young Gryffindor wizard every week?
He is a descendant of a pure-blood family, and his talent for potions is definitely not worse than Dylan's!
For several days and nights, Malfoy fantasized about fighting side by side with Harry.

They all imagine that they can be like Dylan, standing in front of the Potions table with Professor Snape every week and receiving the professor's one-on-one careful guidance!
However, after he had carefully prepared countless times and asked Professor Snape for extra lessons, even though he was full of confidence every time, he was ultimately met with a ruthless rejection!

"Damn Dylan, did he cast the Imperius Curse on Professor Snape?"

He should have been a Slytherin student, looked at with special attention by Professor Snape, and given special training! !

only……

I have to say that Dylan's magical talent is really too good.

If he were a teacher, he'd probably also fall in love with a talented and hardworking student like Dylan. "You're not saying anything. Do you want me to write the letter to Professor Snape? Or should I wait until I go to Professor Snape for tutoring next week and tell him in person? Students from his academy actually use magic to bully their classmates."

Dylan's voice rang out, interrupting Malfoy's fantasy.

When he heard that Dylan had to go to Professor Snape for extra lessons next week, his expression froze, and then he became so angry that his face turned red, like a ripe tomato about to burst.

With an angry snort, Malfoy swung the corner of his wizard robe behind him and turned around and walked away angrily.

Looking at his back, Dylan's eyes fell on the wand on the ground.

"Tsk." Dylan sighed helplessly, raised his wand, and whispered a spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Suddenly, Malfoy's wand on the ground trembled slightly, slowly rose, drew a parabola in the air, and landed steadily in front of Malfoy who had walked more than ten meters away.

Malfoy was stunned and stopped in his tracks. He looked at the familiar wand in front of him and then quickly reached into his pocket.

Wait! He seems to have accidentally dropped his wand!

His shoulders trembled as he took the wand. After a long while, he slowly turned around, his originally angry eyes now showing a complex emotion.

He didn't expect that Dylan would remind him and put the wand in front of him after he forgot to take it.

Instead of teasing him by taking the wand away.

Seeing Malfoy hesitant.

Dylan curled his lips. "A wizard should never forget to take his wand—unless you want to use your mind to cast magic and end up with a group of owls who will only laugh at you."

Malfoy didn't say anything, just pursed his lips and looked at Dylan deeply.

Then he turned around, and this time his steps were no longer so hurried, but instead he was more thoughtful, and finally disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Thank you, Dylan. It's all thanks to you again."

After Malfoy left, Neville looked up at Dylan with his chubby little face.

Dylan glanced at it, but a scene flashed through his mind of himself in Professor McGonagall's office, after being hit by the Transfiguration Curse.

He shook his head quickly.

No, no, no, he didn't think Neville was a little fat pig.

"It's okay, let's go and have dinner quickly, it's getting late."

Neville nodded, holding the crystal ball given to him by his grandmother, and went to the restaurant with Dylan.

Harry and the others were still eating.

Dylan walked over with Neville.

As soon as Neville sat down, he immediately told Ron, Hermione and the others what had just happened in the corridor.

Hermione looked at Dylan in surprise. "Wandless spellcasting? You've already learned wandless spellcasting in your first year? How is that possible? I've tried many times, but it didn't work at all!"

Dylan smiled modestly: "Maybe it's because I'm so gifted that Merlin is looking after me."

Hermione: (.)
Harry, Ron: (°°)
Neville nodded frantically on the side: "Dylan is really amazing! If it weren't for him, I would have been locked in a legs lock by Malfoy!"

"No big deal~" Dylan easily gained a fanboy, waved his hand with a smile, and took out a steak.

(End of this chapter)