Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 84 I predicted that you would become the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall
He was talking about how when he came to see Professor Trelawney after class, he met Professor Snape. He went up to say hello, but the other party didn't even look at him!

That's it!
At that time, he was still thinking, wasn't he wearing new clothes and looking very proud when he was having breakfast in the morning?

Even the weather hasn't changed so quickly.

Dylan coughed twice and looked at Professor Trelawney with a somewhat awkward smile.

"Dreams, they really are... there's something to it."

Dylan was worried that Professor Trelawney would continue this topic, so he quickly continued.

"Professor, I just happened to have some new doubts about my interpretation of dream elements today."

"Oh? What is it?"

Professor Trelawney looked at Dylan.

Dylan thought for a moment. "Like those recurring dreams, are they simply subconscious reactions, or do they symbolize something, as you say?"

Professor Trelawney smiled, her lenses heavy on her eyes.

She slowly walked to a table piled with divination books, picked up a thick ancient book, flipped through a few pages, and said, "Dear Dylan, could you please help me get a bottle of wine from the cabinet?"

Dylan said with a hint of helplessness: "Professor, you should know that alcoholism is not a good thing."

Professor Trelawney chuckled a few times. "I know, I know, but I'm very happy today and I just want to drink a little."

She raised her head, wearing a hat she had never worn before, and the purple robe on her body made her look very different from before.

"Okay, but only a little."

Dylan finally came to a cabinet and searched deep inside it with great effort, finally finding a small bottle of wine.

He took the bottle of wine, walked up to Professor Trelawney, waved it at her, and then handed it to her.

Professor Trelawney's eyes lit up, she reached out to take it, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip impatiently, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"One bite is enough, Professor," Dylan reminded.

"Yes—yes!" Professor Trelawney smacked her lips, but did not take a second sip.

After screwing the lid back on, she looked at Dylan, was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.

"Professor, what's wrong?" Dylan was stunned.

Professor Trelawney's expression was a little complicated. After two seconds of hesitation, she looked at Dylan and said, "Dylan, you know what? Actually, I've never been very popular with other professors at Hogwarts."

"You know, they think my divination lessons are vague and useless."

Dylan frowned slightly. He was of course aware of this.

After a pause, he said, "But in fact, divination is not an illusory thing. Since I learned divination from you, it has helped me a lot in my daily life."

——For example, finding the location of the eight-eyed spider in the Forbidden Forest.

"And I believe your knowledge of divination is definitely quite solid. I'm afraid there aren't many masters of divination in the entire magical world, right?"

Trelawney's shoulders trembled twice, but she smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I'm not a master yet, and - they wouldn't think so."

Professor Trelawney took a deep breath, feeling the spicy sensation in her mouth, and looked at Dylan deeply.

"Child, I always felt that I couldn't compare to other professors. My talent wasn't as good as theirs, and I couldn't use magic as powerfully... This made me not even want to eat with them."

"But your appearance changed everything."

Dylan was stunned again: "Me?"

"Yes and you!"

Professor Trelawney nodded affirmatively.

"Everything has changed since you started coming to me repeatedly to learn Divination. Those professors must have told you that Divination is a useless course, right?"

Dylan blinked but said nothing.

Professor Trelawney smiled. "However, you haven't stopped asking me for advice. This has caused the professors' attitudes towards me to change slightly."

"Because they know that a clever little wizard like you will not learn useless knowledge, and will encourage you to study my Divination, which takes up almost the same amount of time as other courses."

"You know what? They've even started asking me lately if I have any new predictions."

Having said this, Professor Trelawney's expression relaxed a lot.

"Oh... then do you have any predictions for me?"

Professor Trelawney paused, and her eyes swept towards Dylan as if piercing through the fog, with a hint of elusive meaning in her eyes.

For a moment, the entire tower was silent, with only the slight rustling sound of the hourglass in the corner.

Professor Trelawney's gaze lingered on Dylan's face for a long time, as if she was weighing something.

Finally, she shook her head gently, her hair swaying slightly with the movement, and she sighed with a hint of regret.

"No, child, not yet."

Dylan was not surprised by this answer.

After all, the prophecies made by Professor Trelawney were basically made when she was unconscious.

Her actual divination skills cannot be said to be mediocre, but divination itself does not have a particularly high accuracy rate.

So Professor Trelawney wanted to make a prediction for him, unless she rolled her eyes and fell into unconsciousness now.

Otherwise, based solely on Professor Trelawney's original divination ability, Dylan didn't think she could make any grand predictions.

"Let's get back to the topic." Professor Trelawney placed the book she had just opened in front of Dylan. "You can refer to this for your previous question."

Dylan walked forward and looked down.

The book says—

"Dreams are mysterious passages leading to the unknown, and recurring dreams are urgent signals from fate."

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked at Professor Trelawney.

"Do you have any understanding of this sentence?"

"of course."

Professor Trelawney smiled slightly, stroking the crystal necklace around her neck. "These things are really heavy. I'd better not wear them tomorrow."

Dylan: "...as long as you are happy."

There were two things wrong with taking extra classes with Professor Trelawney.

One was that after he asked a question, Professor Trelawney would always open a book and let him read directly.

——Professor Trelawney can remember the contents of the book so clearly, obviously she has put in a lot of effort.

One was that sometimes, in the middle of a conversation, Professor Trelawney would suddenly throw out a side topic that deviated from the topic.

"Child, every element of a dream is like a star in the night sky, with a unique trajectory and meaning. Regarding dreams, I can only give you some inspiration, but the specific understanding still depends on you."

"Ok."

Dylan asked Professor Trelawney a few more questions, and without exception, he would find a book that could answer his question from a pile of messy books.

When Dylan looked again at the text pointed out by Professor Trelawney.

There was a brief pause in their discussion.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"No, there are none left. Thank you, Professor."

Dylan packed up his things, then told Professor Trelawney not to drink anymore and said goodbye to her.

"Go, kid. No one will come to see me anyway. Whenever you want to ask me a question, you are always welcome here." Dylan left and returned to the dormitory.

Ron and Harry had returned and were now discussing Malfoy animatedly.

"Hahaha, after today's class, he's going to go straight to Filch for detention!"

"I hope he doesn't pee his pants!"

Dylan listened but did not participate in the conversation between the two.

After a simple wash and tidying up, he summoned the coal briquettes directly.

"Moo?"

The newly appeared coal ball was still a little unresponsive. It moved its ears and barked when it saw that it was its owner.

It shook its fur, then rubbed Dylan's hand with its head, then stretched out its little paws and gently scratched Dylan's arm.

"Moo! Moo! Moo!"

Dylan touched Coal Ball's head and wanted to hug it to sleep together, but Coal Ball stretched out its paw and nudged Dylan, then patted him.

Dylan: "...You've been playing with Arnold all day, haven't you had enough?"

"Moo!" Coal Ball raised his head.

"You heartless little thing, go back! I didn't see you enjoying staying in this space before!"

Dylan waved his hand angrily and threw the coal ball back into the pet space. Then he pulled a pillow, clamped it between his legs, and soon fell asleep.

Dylan also explained the coal briquettes to Harry and the others.

Like Arnold, it is a magical creature that he has contracted and can be directly taken into space.

They didn't react much to this.

The week passed quickly.

The weekend is here again.

After Dylan had breakfast, he sat in the library all morning.

——He finished organizing the homework he needed to do for the whole week.

Then we went to the restaurant for lunch.

In the afternoon, it was time for him and Professor McGonagall to have private lessons.

Dylan came to Professor McGonagall's office.

Regarding Transfiguration, Dylan has recently been asking Professor McGonagall how to better perform shaping, reshaping, and secondary shaping.

Shaping a spell is not simple, and requires extremely high precision control. At the same time, one must also perceive the flow of magic power and interaction with the outside world.

Including secondary shaping, this requires Dylan to coordinate complex magic, such as controlling multiple magics of different properties and functions at the same time so that they can coordinate with each other without conflict.

He also needs to have a deep understanding of the spell structure to ensure that he knows which parts can be changed and how to change them.

In today's class, Professor Mai Ge mainly taught him how to shape amorphous matter.

Amorphous substances have no fixed form, such as water flow, flame, etc.

As a result, there is no clear reference target when shaping, and the wizard can only rely entirely on his own imagination and magical control to give it form.

Moreover, due to the characteristics of amorphous matter itself, it is easy to return to its original shape after being shaped due to the influence of external factors or magical fluctuations.

But fortunately, Dylan has mastered the full-level Fire Curse.

The Fiery Curse itself encompasses a portion of shaping magic.

This made his progress in this area not slow, but rather very effective.

By the end of the class, it was almost time for dinner.

Dylan was about to say goodbye to Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall pulled him back to his seat.

"Dylan, I heard from Professor Trelawney that you've been going to her from time to time to study divination in depth recently?"

Dylan blinked, thinking of Professor McGonagall's reminder to him last time, paused, and thought of what Professor Trelawney had said to him last time.

In the end, he did not deny it, but nodded: "That's right."

"Do you think you've really learned anything from Divination?" asked Professor McGonagall.

In fact, she wanted to ask directly whether Dylan had been fooled by Trelawney.

What is there to learn about divination?
Is it possible to learn something useful?
"Yes, professor, I think I have learned a lot, and divination has also helped me a lot." Dylan said affirmatively.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Did she... I mean, Professor Trelawney, make any predictions about you? You don't know, she's only made one correct prediction so far."

Dylan smiled softly. "I asked before, but Professor Trelawney didn't tell me any prophecy."

"To be honest, Dylan, you have an extremely high talent in magic research. I must remind you again."

"Professor, you say."

"I think it's best for you not to spend too much time on Divination. It can be said to be the most unreliable subject at Hogwarts—the headmaster originally had no intention of setting up this course."

Dylan knew that Professor McGonagall was probably holding back.

What she actually wanted to say was that divination was simply a way to deceive people.

Dylan pursed his lips and smiled: "But professor, divination is not all a lie."

"I didn't say divination is a lie..." Professor McGonagall paused and blinked twice quickly.

"Okay, I was wrong, but I think I have a talent for divination that's just as great as learning spells."

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall was stunned. "For example?"

"For example, I saw something in the crystal ball that would happen in the future, and I firmly believed it would happen."

"Why? What did you see?"

"I saw Professor McGonagall, you ended up becoming the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

“「」…”

Professor McGonagall was obviously stunned. She had not expected Dylan to say that suddenly.

"Did I...end up becoming the principal?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan's serious expression and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Well, okay." She opened her lips slightly and exhaled slowly, "Maybe you really do have a talent for divination."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall was obviously a little excited, Dylan curled his lips and smiled.

"Look, professor, listening to more positive divination results can also help with physical and mental well-being. This is definitely a good thing."

"But what if I hear a bad divination result?"

"Then I won't listen."

Dylan spoke casually, blinking twice at Professor McGonagall.

"Didn't you just say that divination and the like are all lies?"

"Hahaha~"

Professor McGonagall laughed out loud. "I never said that!"

(End of this chapter)