Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 93 Harry: Dylan, I dreamed that you killed my mom and my dad

"Don't talk nonsense!" Dylan glared at Ron.

Ron shrank his neck: "That's not what I said."

Harry shook his head. "I just didn't sleep well, that's all."

"Didn't sleep well?" Dylan blinked. "What's wrong?"

Harry sighed, "I've just been having nightmares lately."

"Nightmare?" Hermione looked over. "What nightmare?"

Harry glanced at Dylan and said, "Well, that's it..."

Seeing that he seemed to be having trouble speaking, Dylan raised an eyebrow: "Could it be related to me?"

Dreams can occasionally be a source of divination, especially Harry's dreams.

Dylan was a little curious about what he was dreaming about.

Could it be that when Professor Snape was chasing him, he used Harry as a shield and took Professor Snape's Cruciatus?
Harry's lips moved: "A little, but mostly it's the nightmare I had before."

Before?

You're probably referring to the scene where Xiao Fuzi kills his father's mother, right?

But how does it have anything to do with him?
Dylan pressed, "What happened to me in your dream?"

Harry opened his mouth again: "You... well, you only appeared in my dreams from time to time before, watching that person kill me, but now..."

"Whenever I dream of you, you're standing in front of me, fighting with that guy, and..."

Harry's expression was hesitant.

"And what?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.

Why is this little brat so slow in talking? He even wants to cast a speed-up spell on him.

Harry paused before continuing, "Moreover, the spells you cast were more skillful, more evil, and more powerful than that man's... I saw you beat that man up pretty badly, and you even chased him down and killed him."

“…” Dilu’s mouth twitched.

Clam? !

He hid the secret so well that even Old Man Dumbledore didn't discover it, but it was predicted by Harry's dream?
Thoughts raced through Dylan's mind, but his expression remained unchanged. A helpless look crossed his face. "Do you think I'm just such a violent person? It seems you have a deep misunderstanding of me."

"God, there's no one in all of Gryffindor who's more peace-loving and kind than me."

Ron:?
Hermione:?
Neville nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Dylan is really friendly."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, "It seems so."

Dylan smiled. "Yeah, there's no way I could possibly fight that guy, exchange evil magic, and even chase him around to kill him. That's too un-magical."

However, Harry showed a strange expression again: "That's right - that dream was too real. It makes me feel a little uncomfortable every time I wake up."

"The most important thing is that you accidentally cast those evil spells on me—and then you, you got rid of me."

"And then you killed my dad."

"And my mother."

"Pfft!" Ron laughed out loud, "Did Dylan kill that mysterious man as well?"

Harry nodded seriously. "That's right. After Dylan dealt with us all, he suddenly released a flame that burned everything. Then I would wake up at this time."

"What's strange is that even though I'm already dead, I can still feel the pain of being burned. This is the real reason why I can't sleep well all day long."

Good guy!
So I've become the source of your nightmare?

Dylan nearly spit a mouthful of milk in Harry's face.

Hermione also shook her head: "This dream of yours is nonsense. Dylan will not kill you."

Harry nodded: "Of course I know that, it's just a nightmare."

After dinner, Dylan, Harry and the others went to class together.

Dylan's headache got worse because of Harry's dream.

"Forget it, I'll just be a coward. Anyway, I can brew the potions in Potions class with my eyes closed."

There was no way Professor Snape could find fault with him in class.

Until class.

Dylan quietly observed Professor Snape's expression, and at the same time kept using the brain-blocking technique to prevent Professor Snape from attacking him when he passed by.

When preparing to brew the potion, Dylan whispered to Neville: "This time I will deal with these herbs, and then you can brew the potion. I will teach you the specific steps."

Neville's eyes lit up: "Dylan, are you going to guide me personally? That's great!"

Dylan raised his lips and said, "Yes."

He processed the materials very quickly, and Neville's eyes widened as he watched from the side: "Dylan, you look so skilled!"

"After all, I was taught by Professor Snape personally. If I can't even do this little thing well, I will be scolded to death by the professor." Dylan smiled.

But at this moment, Neville suddenly shut his mouth, his expression became serious, and he turned around and started fiddling with the crucible.

Dylan felt a chill run down his back.

Oh no! Enemy attack!

"Did I ever scold you, Mr. Hawkwood?"

A cold and low voice sounded behind Dylan.

Dylan nearly cut his own hand with the knife.

He quickly turned his head and put on a smile: "Of course not, Professor."

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes at Dylan, then glanced at the material he was working on.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he turned and left without saying a word.

Neville waited until Professor Snape was far away before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, Professor Snape is standing here. I feel like a criminal about to be sentenced!"

Dylan nodded in agreement: "Yes, this is the oppressive feeling from Professor Snape..."

"Okay, let's get ready to light the fire. I've almost finished processing these materials."

Neville nodded slightly.

Under Dylan's guidance, Neville's technique became more and more fluent. After the potion was brewed, Dylan did not take over the task of handing in the finished potion.

——After all, the reason why he and Neville swapped their usual duties was to avoid this moment.

However, Dylan thought that the difficult class was finally over.

When Neville came back, he was brought with him some rather unfortunate news.

"Dylan, Professor Snape didn't criticize me just now, which is rare!"

"That's great, it's a good thing, it means your level has improved."

"It's all thanks to you! By the way, the professor just said, let me remind you not to forget to go to him to study on weekends."

"Ah?" Dylan felt his heart suddenly pounding.

What does Professor Snape mean?

Do you want to catch him and kill him?
Dylan's eyes went dark, but he had to respond - he felt the cold gaze from above the podium.

Dylan forced a smile: "I know, I know. This is the agreement I made with Professor Snape. I certainly won't forget it." After class, although he still had to face Professor Snape alone on the weekend, at least Dylan could finally breathe a sigh of relief instead of having to endure the gaze of the old bat during class.

"This is at school. Professor Snape can't possibly do anything to me. Dylan, rest in peace, ugh! Relax and don't panic!"

Dylan and Harry went to the restaurant to eat together. Harry and Ron chattered about how Professor Snape was not as mean to them as before in the Potions class today.

It was as if the other party's attention was not on them at all, and Gryffindor didn't lose many points this time!

"Did he change his gender? That's really strange." Ron opened his eyes wide.

Halfway through the journey, when they passed a corner, everyone suddenly stopped.

Dylan's eyes looked straight to the end of the corridor.

Harry, Ron and the others also looked over and saw a strangely shaped object hanging in the air.

It was a long black object, like a piece of black rag. A gust of wind happened to blow the rag up, making a rustling sound.

Dylan's eyes flickered, and he almost thought he saw a Dementor.

Ron was even more stunned: "You scared me. I was wondering why Professor Snape was hanging there."

Dylan: “…”

Does this guy not want to live anymore?

Dylan looked around and made sure that Professor Snape was not around, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This damn kid is so outspoken. If he wants to die, don’t drag me down with him!

Hermione also frowned: "Don't say that, be careful that the professor hears you talking about him behind his back, Professor Snape will definitely deduct 20 points from you!"

Ron curled his lips and said, "I just think it looks like that."

"Okay, okay, let's go eat." said Harry.

In fact, he was also shocked when he saw the rag flying in the air just now - it really looked a bit like Professor Snape's robe.

The whole day of classes is over.

Time passed little by little, and finally it was time to meet Professor Snape.

Dylan cautiously came to the professor's office door and knocked gently: "Professor Snape, I'm here."

"The door is not closed, come in yourself." Professor Snape's low voice came.

Listening to Professor Snape's voice, although it was still not very pleasant, it seemed that he was not as angry as he had imagined.

Dylan pushed the door open and walked in.

What he saw instead was a ready-made crucible and the materials prepared beside it.

Dylan was stunned.

This is?

Hongmen making medicine?

"The heat is already high enough. If you're a step late, you'll have to prepare it again yourself."

Dylan glanced at the prepared ingredients and immediately understood that this was the potion that Professor Snape was supposed to teach him to brew last week after practicing Occlumency and Legilimency.

Living Hell Potion!
Dylan hurried forward and placed the night shadow grass, the bat spleen that emitted a foul smell, and the unicorn hair into the crucible step by step.

First is the Night Shadow Grass. The crucible is already slightly warm at this time, so it’s just right to throw it in.

"Swish"

Wait, a puff of purple smoke rose up, and Dylan stirred it quickly.

Then, he slowly put the bat spleens, which seemed to have been cut into small pieces by Professor Snape, into the crucible.

As soon as the spleen came into contact with the liquid, it made a "sizzling" sound, as if a bat was struggling inside.

Beads of sweat appeared on Dylan's forehead. He was concentrating, but he didn't dare to slack off even for a moment.

Finally, he picked up the unicorn hair and gently put it in. The entire crucible boiled instantly, and the liquid turned from black to red, and then to a strange green color.

Dylan stared at the crucible, constantly adjusting the heat and stirring speed according to the complicated formula and steps that Professor Snape had taught him earlier.

As time passed, the living hell soup gradually took shape, emitting a creepy smell, and Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, the cooking process was finally completed.

"Barely qualified." Professor Snape stood up, took a look, and gave the answer.

Having learned potions to this level, Professor Snape can now judge whether a potion is successful and of sufficient quality directly from the color of the potion and the smell it emits.

"I'm glad I caught your eye." Dylan pursed his lips.

Professor Snape glanced at him and said, "It seems that you have learned Occlumency and Legilimency quite well."

Professor Snape's sudden comment stunned Dylan.

The potion just now was just barely acceptable, but this is pretty good?
Where is good?

Are you really praising him, or are you teasing him?
Dylan was a little confused.

However, Professor Snape was still willing to continue talking about this matter with him?

Dylan thought that the other party would have some psychological trauma because of his Legilimency and would eventually stop teaching him about it.

But Professor Snape brought it up again at this moment. What does it mean?
"Hmph, you're a little confused."

Professor Snape's voice suddenly rang out.

Dylan was stunned, then quickly regained his composure.

"Just now, when you were brewing the potion, I tried to invade your mind, but all I saw was the image of you brewing the potion. This shows that your progress in Occlumency is quite good, and your Legilimency is also surprising."

Dylan could hear a hint of gritted teeth in Professor Snape's last words.

He shrunk his head and did not dare to speak.

However, Professor Snape actually sneaked into his consciousness?
This is so... inappropriate.

How could you do this to a little wizard like him?
Fortunately, after another week of study, his level of understanding of brain occlumency has improved and has reached level six.

——This is also due to the reference to the brain-blocking technique mastered by Professor Snape.

So when Professor Snape was just sneaking around and didn't try his best to invade his consciousness, Dylan couldn't help but activate the brain-blocking technique as soon as he entered the door, which just happened to be a precaution against Professor Snape's move.

Professor Snape stared at Dylan and found that the other party's emotions had returned to normal. If he didn't attack with all his heart, it would be difficult to break his defense. He snorted again.

"Given your age, your skill is worthy of my praise, but don't be arrogant. You're not even qualified to touch the dust on the threshold of magic."

The corners of Dylan's mouth twitched, but he could only force a smile: "You're right."

Professor Snape became a professor at Hogwarts in his early twenties and was extremely talented.

Dylan wasn't surprised to hear these words coming from him.

"Hmph." Professor Snape snorted again and then swung his hand.

"You have passed my test regarding Occlumency and Legilimency... continue to study on your own, and I will teach you a new spell."

Dylan opened his eyes wide and took the small notebook that flew out of Professor Snape's hand.

"A new spell?" For Professor Snape, a potion teacher, to teach him this spell personally, it must be at least a dark magic of the same level as Legilimency, right?

Sure enough, when Dylan opened the notebook, he saw not only a Hex-level spell, but also its counter-spell!

"It's actually..."

(End of this chapter)