Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 75 Slytherin's Troublemaking

Until Quidditch starts again.

During this time, Dylan did not explore the Forbidden Forest again.

After staying up late that day, he felt that even his state of mind in class was affected.

Although the spell of eliminating fatigue allowed him to stay awake, the physical fatigue was real and could not be completely eliminated by the spell.

So Dylan didn't want exploring the Forbidden Forest to become a burden that affected his daytime studies.

He went to the Forbidden Forest for two reasons: one was to complete his training task, and the other was to collect some materials so that he would not always have to rely on Professor Snape's help when brewing potions.

He also has some special potions that he wants to brew or try himself and doesn't want others to know about.

Therefore, he naturally had to prepare these materials himself.

Going to the Forbidden Forest every day just to collect materials would be a waste of time, which is what Dylan doesn't want to see.

So he planned to go to the Forbidden Forest only on weekends.

That way, even if he had to seek extra lessons from other professors, he would at least have enough time to rest during the day.

Only when you are well rested can you study better.

On the day the Quidditch match started, Harry heard a piece of gossip from Ron.

Professor Dumbledore will also be present at this match.

This cheered up Harry a lot, and in the end he did not choose to avoid the game due to illness because he was worried about Quirrell's attack again and Professor Snape was acting as the referee.

All personnel enter the stadium.

Harry looked at Dumbledore sitting in the teacher's seat, and his mood improved a lot.

But when he saw Professor Snape walking into the judges' booth, he instantly became depressed again.

"He will definitely keep an eye on me to deduct points. He always finds an opportunity!"

Just like usual in Potions class!
Dylan was sitting in the audience, looking at Harry's sad expression, and couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps because Professor Snape was here, Harry tried very hard throughout the game.

He even set a new record in Hogwarts Quidditch history.

——3 minutes and 24 seconds!
At the critical moment when Professor Snape tried to interfere, the Golden Snitch was successfully caught!
All the teachers and students of Gryffindor stood up from their seats excitedly.

Hermione's face flushed with excitement. She jumped and waved the Gryffindor flag in her hand - which was Neville's bed sheet.

Ron whistled loudly and excitedly, the sound was sharp and particularly piercing amid the cheers.

Even Professor McGonagall's face flushed, and she clapped her hands together, applauding Harry continuously.

Dylan was also a little excited, and even wanted to throw out a hundred Avada Melon-eating chain lightning bolts to cheer everyone up.

At this moment, not far away, in the Slytherin stands, the atmosphere was completely different. Everyone had a gloomy face and an unwilling expression.

Malfoy, in particular, was gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

He really couldn't stand Gryffindor showing off so much in front of everyone.

Especially those guys he looked down upon, now they were looking at him with arrogant and provocative eyes!
Malfoy whispered something to the people around him, and then two Slytherin students walked towards Gryffindor.

The two men were very aggressive and were shouting loudly as they walked, pretending to have a conversation.

"What are these idiots from Gryffindor so excited about? They just won the competition by luck, right? There's nothing to be so proud of!"

"Exactly! If the Golden Snitch hadn't shown up on its own, how could it have been caught so quickly?"

"Winning the game by luck can make these reckless guys so excited. I don't think they understand the true skills of Quidditch at all!" "Besides, good luck will never always favor fools! Especially fools with impure blood!"

"Humph, without noble blood, even if they become wizards, their parents are just poor Muggles, the lowest class, the most..."

Many Gryffindor students frowned after hearing the insulting words from the two.

Someone glanced at them and was about to go up to confront the two men.

As a result, the two first-year Slytherin wizards kept walking back and forth at the edge of the stands, as if they wanted more Gryffindors to hear the unpleasant words they said.

Finally, one of the fat guys accidentally slipped and lost his balance, and fell straight to the stage.

The skinny kid next to him tried to reach out to grab it, but was instead dragged down by the fat man.

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the crowd.

Dylan was a little dumbfounded by these two people.

How could someone be so stupid as to try to cause trouble for others but end up falling off the stands?

Since they were far away from the teachers' seats, no one noticed what was happening here.

Dylan could only pick up the staff helplessly.

Just like in the flying lesson, he used a spell to give Neville enough cushioning.

"Retardo Motus (Retarding Spell)!"

"Arresto Momentum!"

In fact, he could just use the levitation spell to pull the two people out directly.

But why would he do this?
Let these two guys fall, they can learn a lesson.

The spell was cast.

The exclamations of the two figures, one fat and one thin, stopped abruptly.

—had all fallen onto the Quidditch pitch.

Dylan's magic only slowed down the force of their fall when they were about to hit the ground.

Dylan walked to the edge of the stands and looked down. He saw the two men covering their buttocks with painful expressions on their faces, but they could no longer scream.

"Well, it's okay to teach their butts a lesson."

The referee of this game, Professor Snape, noticed the situation here, frowned immediately, and strode over from the referee's seat.

He immediately saw that the two people who fell into the stadium were his Slytherin students.

"you……"

Professor Snape had a gloomy face and just opened his mouth to question, but Dylan suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of Snape.

"Professor, your Slytherin students came over and said rude things to Harry after he won the game. Before we could say anything, they fell down."

Dylan sighed helplessly, "Fortunately, I just used the Respite Spell... I mean the Slowing Spell and the Shock Absorbing Speed ​​Stop, so they didn't get hurt too much."

"I really don't understand why they did this, but it's clear that they paid the price for their rude words."

Professor Snape, dressed in a black robe, stepped into the Gryffindor stands.

The Gryffindor students who had wanted to rush up and start a quarrel with the two men all shrank their necks and took back their steps.

After hearing Dylan's words, Professor Snape glanced coldly at the Gryffindors.

(End of this chapter)