Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 90: I accidentally discovered Professor Snape's secret. Will he kill me to silence me? Urgent!
"Children, the exam is a way to test your abilities, and you need to be prepared for it."

Professor Binns rarely spoke some personal words after class.

"But, if you don't even look up at others during the exam, you will be cursed with the most vicious curse."

"The History of Magic is very dull—just like my life. But I would remind you that if you have trouble remembering complex historical details, try stretching your neck."

"If an answer happens to catch your eye, it will be Merlin's affirmation and gift of your character."

Professor Binns' voice was calm. After saying this, he turned around and walked away.

But his instructions made the little wizards on the desks below the stage explode.

"What? Professor Binns, what does this mean?"

"He seems to want us to...copy others?"

"Impossible? How could the professor allow us to do such a thing?"

"Perhaps only History of Magic would be an option?"

Amidst the commotion, Dylan couldn't help but blink.

"It feels so familiar, just like what my history teacher said in class before the college entrance examination. It's exactly the same."

Harry and Ron also had a lively discussion with Hermione.

——Hermione was denying what Professor Binns said, or rather, she didn't think Professor Binns asked them to cheat during the exam.

"That must be what he meant! Now my History of Magic is saved!" Ron said firmly.

"Me too. Who could possibly concentrate on this course?" Harry nodded. "Even Dylan can't put his whole heart into it!"

Dylan: "You guys can talk nonsense, but don't drag me into this. Even if I don't look at other people's answers, my score won't be too bad."

"He's telling the truth." Ron curled his lips.

Time after class always passes quickly.

Another weekend has arrived.

Dylan also came to the door of Professor Snape's office.

"Professor, I'm here."

Dylan pushed open the door to Professor Snape's office and spoke loudly.

As soon as the door opened, the unique smell of herbs and mysterious potions filled the room.

The dim light flickered between the shelves filled with all kinds of oddly shaped glassware, casting mottled shadows.

Hear Dylan's voice.

Professor Snape raised his head from his thick Potions book, his eyes as sharp as a hawk. He just said "hmm" lightly and motioned Dylan to come and sit down.

In the corner behind him were the crucibles and various instruments that Dylan usually used. Every weekend, when Dylan came over, he could use the ready-made things directly.

Dylan brought his crucible over, but did not start brewing the potion directly. Instead, he moved these things aside for the time being, and then looked at Professor Snape.

Well, my hair is becoming more and more refreshing and flowing, which is good.

Dylan's eyes flickered across Professor Snape's black hair, and he spoke naturally: "Professor, today we..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed that there was a piece of white paper on Professor Snape's desk, pressed down by several books, and it was sticking out a little abruptly.

He paid no attention to it and continued to ask, "What potion should we brew?"

"Living Hell Decoction, do you still remember the detailed steps for mixing it?"

The topic turned directly to potion knowledge.

Dylan paused, remembering the potion's recipe.

"Uh……"

I don’t know if it was because I sneaked into the Forbidden Forest to feed Arnold last night, but Hagrid held Arnold tightly and refused to let go until very late, and then let him go back to sleep.

Dylan suddenly heard the name of the potion and was a little dazed for a moment.

Before he could speak, Professor Snape snorted coldly at his expression. "You can't even remember such a basic potion. Are you focusing all your attention on observing how Harry Potter makes stupid mistakes every day?"

"Uh..." Dylan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He could swear to Voldemort that he had never observed how Harry acted foolishly.

—In fact, what stupid thing had Harry done?
It doesn't seem to be a big problem compared to other little lions.

Harry has performed quite well.

Of course, when it comes to Professor Snape's requirements, Gryffindor may not be able to pick out many who meet his standards.

"Listen carefully." Despite his harsh words, Professor Snape still explained to Dylan in detail.

From the way the poisonous tentacles are handled to the precise dosage of hellebore, no detail is overlooked.

Next, it’s time to brew the potion.

The potion Dylan had to brew in front of Professor Snape today was the "Enhancer".

This potion can enhance the drinker's physical strength and endurance in a short period of time, and is very useful for some magical tasks that require long-term physical exertion.

——Like tracking?
Jumping up and down will definitely consume a lot of energy.

——Originally, Professor Snape planned to teach him the Living Hell Potion.

However, if you don't remember the details before brewing the potion, it will be impossible to make a perfect potion.

He waved his black robe and took out a lot of materials.

Dylan carefully placed the materials prepared for him by Professor Snape on the table one by one.

First up is the moonstone powder. The fine powder glows with a faint blue light and shimmers with a mysterious luster under the light, like fragments of fallen stars in the night sky.

Dylan scooped up some with a measuring spoon and slowly poured it into the preheated crucible. Professor Snape watched closely from the side, his eyes so sharp that he seemed to be able to see through the weight of every grain of powder.

"Hurry up, don't let the crucible burn dry." Professor Snape urged coldly.

—Professor, I’m already very fast!

Dylan complained in his heart, and then picked up a fresh lion's mane grass.

This grass has long, slender leaves covered with tiny hairs, which look a bit like a lion's mane.

He followed the steps he remembered and cut the lion's mane grass into small pieces, making sure each cut was even.

but--

"It's cut too coarsely! Do you think you're processing vegetables in the kitchen?" Professor Snape's low voice rang out, scaring Dylan so much that his hands trembled.

——He still found it difficult to adapt to the strange feeling of Professor Snape's voice suddenly sounding so smooth in his ears.

The professor came over, picked up the knife, stood in front of Dylan, and demonstrated to him skillfully.

I have to say that Professor Snape is worthy of being a master of potions. His technique in handling materials is neat and efficient. Every blade of grass is cut to just the right thickness.

"Did you see clearly? If you do it again, I will cut you in half and put you in the crucible." Professor Snape glanced at Dylan with a faint look and a flat tone.

Dylan was not afraid, he chuckled and said: "I see clearly, professor, but I believe you won't do this."

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and said, "If you can see clearly, stir your cauldron quickly. Do you still need me to teach you step by step?"

"If you're willing, Professor..." Dylan muttered.

Professor Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Dylan immediately stood at attention, placed the herbs appropriately into the crucible, and began stirring carefully and rhythmically.

As the potion began to slowly brew in the crucible, the liquid gradually began to foam with a light purple foam, and a strange aroma spread out, with a hint of mint freshness and the fragrance of lavender.

It tasted good, indicating that the potion was prepared smoothly.

This time maybe I can brew a pot of good quality medicine.

Dylan stared at the cauldron nervously, his hand unconsciously gripping the stirring rod, ready to stir at any moment. "Don't bother stirring it any more! The heat isn't yet ready. Do you want this potion to turn into a useless mush?" Professor Snape's voice rang out again. "I'm not going to prepare another specially prepared potion for you!"

Dylan was not disturbed by Professor Snape's words. He stared intently at the potion pot that was gradually boiling.

Finally, it’s time to add the key ingredient - dragon blood.

Dylan opened the vial of dragon's blood more cautiously.

The dragon blood was a deep dark red, like solidified flame, emitting an ancient and powerful aura.

He followed the professor's instructions and carefully dripped in three drops of dragon blood.

With every drop that fell, the liquid in the crucible began to churn violently like an awakened beast, and the purple foam expanded instantly, almost overflowing the crucible.

"Stir quickly, counterclockwise, quick!"

Professor Snape shouted the order, and Dylan immediately moved.

His hand was steady - after all, he had been trained for so long by Professor Snape himself.

Dylan quickly stirred it according to the professor's instructions.

As he continued to stir, the color of the potion gradually stabilized and turned into a deep and charming purple-red, with a faint golden luster on the surface, like a lake dyed by the sunset.

A pot of enhancer is finally ready.

"Not bad, just barely passing." Professor Snape glanced down, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air.

Although his tone remained cold, a subtle glint of recognition seemed to flash across his eyes.

Dylan had been concentrating for so long and was very tired. When he heard Professor Snape's praise, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little happy.

Under Professor Snape's strict teaching, Dylan found that his understanding of potion brewing had become more profound.

"Move aside, I need to put this potion away," said Professor Snape.

Dylan was stunned. Professor Snape usually asked him to collect and take away the potions he brewed. Why did Professor Snape do it himself this time?
But he still gave up his seat obediently.

After all, the ingredients for the potion were prepared by others, and the brewed potion theoretically belongs to Professor Snape.

He took two steps back and stood in front of the desk, watching Professor Snape collect the potion in the crucible bit by bit with graceful movements.

With nothing to do, Dylan waited on the side and couldn't help looking around.

"What's being pressed down here?" Dylan's eyes once again fell on the piece of paper pressed down by several books.

Although there are a lot of things in the office, it does not look messy at all. Instead, it looks very neat and tidy.

A piece of paper like this, placed casually under a pile of books with a few corners sticking out, is quite an eyesore.

It's like a little oil stain on a white shirt.

Dylan couldn't help but gently move the book twice, revealing most of the paper.

"Uh? Schedule?"

Dylan looked at the form, which seemed to be a schedule, and was stunned.

He looked at the first row.

(3:00-4:00) Study potions on your own

"Huh? Professor Snape gets up at three o'clock to study potions? Then what time does he go to bed?" Dylan was stunned again.

He realized that he seemed to have seen something unusual.

Then look down.

(4:00-5:00) Study potions on your own

(5:00-7:00) Prepare how to punish the cute lion
Here Dylan saw that it was crossed out and replaced by - thinking of Lily.

"..."

Dylan: ?
(7:00-8:00) Lunch in the auditorium

(8:00-9:00) Teaching a group of even dumber kids
(90:00-10:00) Teaching a group of even dumber kids
(10:00-11:00) Harassing the old man with white beard
(11:00-12:00) Lunch in the auditorium

(15:00-16:00) Teach until vomiting

(18:00-19:00) Gryffindor detention
(...)
Before Dylan finished reading, a chill ran down his back.

Professor Snape's voice suddenly rang in his ears again.

"What are you looking at?"

Dylan subconsciously tensed up and immediately replied, "No, nothing, Professor."

He turned around quickly and saw Professor Snape staring at the place he had just looked at with a gloomy face.

Dylan felt the cold aura emanating from Professor Snape and couldn't help swallowing.

"What did you see?" Professor Snape's low and magnetic voice sounded.

"No, I was just about to look at it, Professor." Dylan seemed to realize that he had answered too quickly and hurriedly added, "If you mean this piece of paper."

Professor Snape reached out and put the paper away.

He didn't even use his wand, but the paper instantly combusted until it was reduced to ashes, leaving no residue.

"Look straight at me." Professor Snape stared at Dylan.

Dylan panicked, but raised his head.

Soul-stealing! Soul-stealing!
Take a picture of myself!

One accidentally discovered Professor Snape's little secret.

If he can't pass this level, he might really be killed by Professor Snape! !

Dylan's magic flowed invisibly in his mind, disturbing his soul.

Professor Snape stared at Dylan for a moment, and didn't sense any lies from him, so he raised his eyebrows slightly.

What this kid said is actually true?

He was a little surprised.

After a moment of silence, Professor Snape broke the silence first: "Well, that was something a stupid Gryffindor student just scribbled in my class. I confiscated it."

Dylan blinked. "Professor, you don't need to explain this to me."

Uh……

Snape was stunned.

That seems to be the case.

This kid didn’t see what was written on the paper!
Thinking of this, Professor Snape's remaining embarrassment instantly disappeared, and he became stern and cold again.

"Well, you don't need to clean up the crucible. Let's go."

"As ordered!"

Dylan wanted to run away, but he didn't want to show it too obviously, so he started packing up his things.

"and many more."

Just when he was about to say goodbye to Professor Snape, the other party suddenly spoke.

Dylan froze, turned around, and forced a smile: "Professor, what's wrong? Is there anything else you need my help with?"

"No, you can't help me at all." Professor Snape glanced at him, "Next week I will start teaching you the real advanced knowledge of potions. Also, take this booklet back and read it."

Professor Snape pulled a small booklet from a pile of books and handed it to him.

Dylan took it, thinking it was Professor Snape's handwritten notes on potions. He flipped through it carefully, only to discover that the content had nothing to do with potions. Instead, it was...

"Brain, Occlumency??"

(End of this chapter)