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Hagrid's hut.
Dylan sat on the sofa, stirring the hot tea in his hand.
A delicate fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose as he sniffed gently.
"Snake Tooth Nettle Leaf, Star Silver Hair…"
Across from him, Harry sat looking particularly strange.
The amber tea in his cup rippled slightly, steam rising and clouding his glasses. Through the hazy mist, his gaze locked onto Hermione.
"You're saying my broom went haywire because Professor Quirrell was messing with it, and Professor Snape was actually trying to save me?"
Hermione nodded seriously. "I know what you mean, but Professor Snape is just a little strict with us. He doesn't seem like the type to harm a student."
"A bit harsh?" Ron's mouth fell open in disbelief.
Hermione sighed and turned to Dylan. "What do you think, Dylan?"
Ron and Harry also looked at him expectantly.
Dylan didn't rush to answer. Instead, he took a sip of the hot tea that Hagrid had brewed.
Hiss!
A sharp, numbing sensation shot straight to his head.
Dylan slowly closed his eyes, feeling as if he had just taken a sip of strong liquor.
The snake tooth nettle leaves had triggered an intense stimulation on his tongue, spreading across his entire mouth. His lips trembled slightly, as if tiny electric currents were dancing across them.
"Why does Hagrid always make such weird foods…"
After regaining his composure, he set down the cup and nodded at Hermione.
"Professor Snape is indeed just a little strict, at least in my opinion."
"Besides, it really was Professor Quirrell who cast the spell on you this time."
Dylan's gaze fell on Harry.
"He tried to use a bewitching spell on you, but I… well, I think you all know what happened next. He ended up vomiting all over the students."
At this, Hermione and Ron both made disgusted faces.
Harry frowned. "What if Snape was the one attacking me, and Quirrell was the one trying to save me?"
Just then, Hagrid approached with a huge teapot.
"Professor Snape would never harm you. That's for sure."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"
"Uh…" Hagrid hesitated, his gaze darting between the teacups of the young wizards.
Noticing that Dylan's cup was half empty, he hurried over, nearly hitting Dylan on the head with the teapot.
"Hey, Mr. Hagrid!" Dylan's eyes widened.
That was freshly brewed hot tea!
"Oh! Oh my, look what I almost did. I'm so sorry!"
Hagrid quickly grabbed the teapot's handle and leaned in to pour more tea for Dylan.
Dylan waved him off. "I'd rather drink my milk tea. Your tea tastes like alcohol."
As he spoke, he flicked his wand, and a stream of milk tea spurted out from the tip, filling his cup.
"Wow! What new magic is that?" Ron's eyes widened.
"I created it myself." Dylan took a satisfied sip of the milk tea he had just conjured.
The young wizards around him gawked.
Hagrid chuckled. "Professor McGonagall told me about you. You're really something special. Pour me a cup, too."
Dylan, of course, didn't refuse.
The conversation soon shifted back to the restricted area on the fourth floor and the three-headed dog.
"If Quirrell really wanted to attack me, then it's likely because I discovered the secret in that room," Harry muttered, frowning.
The hot tea in his hands had already been replaced with Dylan's milk tea.
Hagrid turned his head. "Are you talking about Root?"
"The three-headed dog?" Harry's eyes widened.
"Yes, I… I bought it from a Greek last year, and then Professor Dumbledore borrowed it from me to guard…"
Hagrid's mouth opened and closed. Then, realizing what he had said, he quickly shut it again.
At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at Dylan.
Harry, oblivious to Hagrid's reaction, was momentarily stunned before quickly standing up.
"What? That three-headed dog— I mean, Fluffy— what is it guarding?"
Hagrid swallowed nervously.
Dylan took another sip of his milk tea.
"This Hagrid… His mouth is like a sieve; everything spills out."
As Harry continued to press Hagrid for answers, Hermione glanced between Hagrid and Dylan suspiciously.
Finally, Hagrid grew impatient with Harry's questions and angrily shooed them all out of the hut.
Bang!
The door slammed shut.
Harry scratched his nose. "Is Hagrid mad at me?"
Dylan smirked. "More like he's mad at himself."
It was obvious. Hagrid had practically told them outright that the Philosopher's Stone was in the restricted area. How could he not be angry with himself?
As Harry continued discussing the three-headed dog, Hermione turned to Dylan with a curious expression.
"Do you already know what's in that room?"
Dylan nodded calmly. "But as a responsible young wizard, I promised Hagrid I wouldn't tell anyone— unless I get to learn a full-level Unforgivable Curse."
"But you know that's impossible," Hermione sighed. "So your oath is basically foolproof."
Dylan simply smiled.
On the way back to the castle, Hermione and Harry continued their heated discussion about what the three-headed dog was guarding.
Dylan, however, headed straight for the library.
He had just found a seat and hadn't even opened a book when a notification suddenly popped up in his achievement system.
Achievement Unlocked: Attack Professor (I)
Description: You, an evil and audacious little wizard, have taken your first bold step! Well done! Next time, why not try casting an Unforgivable Curse on a professor?
Requirement: Cast a curse on a Hogwarts professor that causes negative consequences.
Achievement Reward: Full-level beginner spell +1
Dylan's expression stiffened.
For the longest time, all his achievements had only rewarded him with Galleons or magic affinity.
But now, for attacking Quirrell… he actually received a full-level spell?
End of Chapter 50.
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