Chapter 76: The Colorless Imperius Curse Works So Well, Or Should I Use Ron's Scabbers to Farm the Imperius Curse Task?
"Professor, I was sitting right there at the time. I'm certain no one used a spell on those two. They really did fall down on their own."
"If you don't believe me, I can even let you use the Reverse Spell to reveal the magic my wand has previously released."
Dylan held his wand, but had no intention of handing it over.
Professor Snape glanced at Crabbe and Goyle, who had already been sent to the hospital wing, and closed his eyes briefly.
When he opened them again, he merely frowned at Dylan—or perhaps he wasn't frowning at Dylan.
Just as he was about to speak, Dylan spoke again.
"Professor, there's one more thing."
"When Crabbe and Goyle came over, I also saw Malfoy quietly say something to them before they walked over."
Professor Snape's expression grew even colder.
As a master of Legilimency, he could clearly sense that everything Dylan said was the absolute truth.
And he hadn't sensed any obvious malice or guilt among these Gryffindor brats in the stands.
He pursed his lips, feeling a sense of disappointment towards Draco.
As the Head of Slytherin and even Draco's godfather, he was practically being driven to darkness by the boy's stupidity, one wave after another...
Such obvious instigation, such a pig-headed approach!
Holding his breath, Professor Snape turned and strode away.
The billowing black robes swirled in the air. Watching Professor Snape's retreating figure,
Dylan blinked.
"Perhaps I should just give Professor Snape a new robe."
He glanced up at Malfoy in the Slytherin stands, who had a dazed look on his face, and shook his head.
This guy, Dylan found it hard to judge.
Considering all the plot points, Malfoy wasn't purely good, nor was he thoroughly bad.
He was like a twilight that wouldn't deepen, or a dawn that wouldn't break.
"Hey, Dylan, why did you use a spell to save those two?"
At this moment, Ron walked over.
Dylan came back to his senses, glanced at him, and then said faintly, "After all, we're classmates. We can't just sit by and watch them fall and crack their heads open."
Ron snorted. "They're just jealous that Harry broke the record for catching the Snitch!"
"But Professor Snape won't think you pushed them down, will he?" Hermione walked over.
Ron tilted his head back. "If Dylan said he didn't, then he definitely didn't!"
Neville nodded in agreement. "That's right!"
Hermione opened her mouth slightly, glancing at Dylan out of the corner of her eye.
Was that so?
If there was anyone among them who could make Crabbe and Goyle fall over without making a sound—
—Needless to say, there was only one suitable candidate!
—That was Dylan!
However, Dylan had just agreed to let Professor Snape use the Reverse Spell, so clearly, this time it might really just be that Crabbe and Goyle were unlucky.
"Forget about them. Harry directly won the game for Gryffindor this time. We have to give him a good celebration!" Ron said excitedly.
Dylan smiled. "You're right."
"That idiot Malfoy is probably about to be furious right now!" Ron chuckled.
Dylan blinked.
Actually, Malfoy and Harry were somewhat related.
Because Sirius Black was Harry's godfather, Bellatrix Lestrange was Sirius's cousin, and Narcissa was her sister.
That is to say, Harry should call these two "aunt."
Malfoy was Narcissa's son, so according to their birthdays, Malfoy could be considered Harry's cousin...
A cousin who wanted to bully his own cousin every day, and looked down on the companions around his cousin.
But if Malfoy was really seen as a cousin, he might genuinely feel from the bottom of his heart that these people around Harry were not as noble as their pure-blood families.
Dylan went through this thought in his mind and then shook his head.
"After changing the wand effect to colorless, the Imperius Curse is so concealed when used. Perhaps I should consider starting the refinement task for the Imperius Curse."
Walking behind Ron, Dylan pondered.
"When I start the refinement task for the Imperius Curse, if it's not too much, I can directly use Ron's pet rat to farm the task."
With this thought, Dylan nodded to himself.
"That's right, and the Cruciatus Curse. Anyway, I'll be careful not to kill anyone. Using Ron's Scabbers to try it out is just right."
This way, he wouldn't always have to wait until he ran to the Forbidden Forest to complete the refinement tasks for spells.
"When the time comes, I can use the Imperius Curse once, then the Cruciatus Curse once, alternating like that."
While thinking, Dylan and Ron had already arrived in front of Harry.
He stood still, while Ron and many other Gryffindor little wizards rushed up, hugged Harry, and then threw him into the air.
Dylan looked at these energetic, young-faced little wizards, feeling a bit dazed for a moment.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Dylan, I'm very glad you came to watch this rather exciting match."
Dylan was stunned and turned his head, only to see Old Dumbledore, who was much taller than him, already standing beside him at some point.
Dylan's heart tightened, but his breathing didn't become disordered. Instead, he showed an innocent smile. "Yes, Harry is really amazing. He worked very hard for this match during this time."
Dumbledore smiled. "Aren't you going to go up and join in?"
Dylan shook his head. "I won't go over and make trouble. What if someone doesn't catch him and drops Harry on the ground, making his hand break like Crabbe's and Goyle's?"
Hearing Dylan say this, Dumbledore paused and looked down at this diligent little wizard.
After a moment of silence, he said, "I saw what happened just now. I'm very glad you were willing to offer help even when they were speaking rudely."
"For this, Slytherin will be deducted ten points."
Old Dumbledore looked at Dylan, the corners of his lips curving up, his white beard also being pulled and swaying.
"Your kindness and decisiveness will also earn Gryffindor ten points!"
Dylan showed a harmless smile.
"It's nothing much, Old... Professor, thank you for your praise."
Almost slipped up, nearly called Old Dumbledore out directly. "Hehehe, it's been a long time since someone called me 'teacher.' Not bad, it's good that you have such thoughts, very good, you are truly a kind child."
Dumbledore patted Dylan on the shoulder, then ruffled his fluffy head.
"Shouldn't you get a haircut?"
Dylan touched his already somewhat long (ǎ) long (á) hair and nodded.
"Yeah, I plan to get one after summer vacation."
"I thought you wanted to keep the same hairstyle as Severus. His hair has been much neater recently, making him look younger. Was that shampoo you gave him?"
"...No, just a Hair Neatening Potion."
"Oh ho ho! I forgot, your potion talent is also very good."
"Dylan, aren't you really going to help us guard the Sorcerer's Stone?"
After the Quidditch match ended, Harry, having broken the record, made Wood very happy, who generously granted Harry a few days off.
During regular training, he also greatly eased his demands on Harry.
This gave Harry a lot of time to discuss the Sorcerer's Stone with Hermione and the others.
Dylan shook his head.
"No, thanks. My study schedule is already very full. Today I even have to study divination with Professor Trelawney, so, sorry, I can't really spare the time for that."
He paused, looked at the enthusiastic Harry, and still said, "Besides, I don't think there's any need for you, I mean us, to protect the Sorcerer's Stone with Fluffy there."
"Do we look more threatening than a three-headed dog?"
"Quirrell won't give up on getting the Sorcerer's Stone. We have to be prepared for him," Harry shook his head. "And maybe we're not as strong as a three-headed dog, but it has weaknesses!"
Ron nodded repeatedly. "That's right, like a music box!"
Hermione sighed. "Who would have thought that a music box could take down such a terrifying creature?"
Ron leaned over. "I think with my singing voice, I could also achieve that. Does this mean I can actually beat a three-headed dog?"
Hermione gave him a disgusted look and rolled her eyes. "Come on, you'd just make it even more violent."
Ron: Hmph!
Hermione turned her head, her gaze falling on Dylan.
"But, speaking of which, the end-of-year exams aren't far off. I need to start revising as soon as possible. Shall we study together?"
Dylan's gaze was calm as he looked at Hermione and shook his head again in refusal. "Still no, I already have my own plans. If you revise according to my study schedule, you might exhaust yourself."
"—And I also have to discuss problems with the professors from time to time."
Hearing this, Hermione took a deep breath. "Alright!"
Since Hogwarts only had one summer vacation a year and no winter break, they didn't have mid-term exams, only end-of-year assessments.
This meant that while it might not be obvious halfway through, the closer they got to the end of the year, the more they could feel a sense of urgency.
—For example, the pressure of homework from the professors.
It was getting more and more, and more varied.
Harry and Ron were engrossed in how to prevent Quirrell from stealing the Sorcerer's Stone every day and didn't revise with Hermione.
However, they still had to face the homework assigned by the professors.
—This had to be submitted, and they couldn't avoid it.
Therefore, this actually led to Dylan, although he hadn't agreed to revise with Hermione, occasionally meeting her in the library.
Moreover, after the professors assigned homework, Harry and Ron's figures also appeared more frequently.
"Oh! My goodness! Today is the weekend, but I still have to draw these ghostly symbols that I don't understand at all!"
Ron sat opposite Dylan, the lamplight shining on his miserable face, his brows furrowed and his eyes wide.
Dylan didn't pay attention to him but focused on his own book. Hermione sat beside Dylan, occasionally glancing at Dylan's homework.
But after realizing that his progress was far ahead of hers, she stopped paying attention and instead wrote furiously in her own workbook.
Even Harry, who was next to Ron, didn't have time to pay attention to Ron.
—He still had a large part of his parchment that hadn't been filled with answers.
Even beside him, there were still three assignments that needed to be completed.
Most importantly, half of these assignments were due tomorrow!
Even more importantly, new assignments would be given out tomorrow.
This meant that although Harry wouldn't be so exhausted from Wood's training that he had no energy to do homework—Wood also had to struggle with homework every day—
Harry also had to fill almost all his time after Quidditch practice every day with doing homework.
The only thing Harry and Ron were fortunate about was...
"Hey, Dylan, have you finished all this homework?"
After looking up once, Harry noticed that the parchment in Dylan's hand had disappeared, replaced by a divination book. His eyes lit up, and he quickly asked.
Ron also "swished" his head up, his eyes frighteningly bright as he stared at Dylan.
Dylan held the book with one hand and looked up at the two of them.
"Are you doing the Charms and Transfiguration homework?"
Ron and Harry nodded hastily.
Hermione, who was beside them, pursed her lips and answered for Dylan, "Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall have already excused Dylan from homework."
"—Do you think someone who spends every day in the professors' offices still needs to review the textbook content?"
Even she only spent every day in the library, while Dylan was already in the professors' offices every day, receiving private tutoring.
Harry and Ron's eyes burst with envy.
"Oh my god, why don't the professors excuse my homework too?" Ron wailed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You might as well ask about your performance in class—not once have you answered a question from a professor with a completely correct answer."
Ron turned his head away. "I didn't expect Professor Snape to be the kindest in the end, not assigning us too much homework!"
Harry pursed his lips. "His accusations and criticisms of us in class are already enough to make one breathless."
Hermione also showed an expression of agreement. "That's right, even you, Ron, were scolded by Professor Snape so much in Potions class that you could fluently brew a potion."
Ron: "Hey! What do you mean 'even me'? I clearly have a talent for potions, okay?"
Hermione's lips twitched upwards as she lowered her head and continued writing her homework.
"Then what should we do? The Charms and Transfiguration homework is the most," Harry scratched his head somewhat irritably.
Suddenly, Hermione pushed her homework forward. "Look at mine—I told you a long time ago to do your homework earlier."
"Next time for sure!" Harry hurriedly took Hermione's Charms homework.
Dylan thought for a moment and placed his other course assignments on the table. "These are some History of Magic and other class assignments. You can take a look."
Ron grabbed one and pulled it in front of him. "Just show me whatever, I haven't written anything anyway!"
(End of chapter)
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