Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

When Wood heard what Dylan said, his eyes instantly lit up like a pair of one-thousand-watt lightbulbs. 

Dylan rubbed his forehead. 

But at least he finally managed to get rid of the guy. 

Honestly, it's just a game! Does he have to be this intense? 

Dylan thought about his past life and that national team back then. 

They were already so rubbish, never won anything, but didn't they live pretty comfortably anyway? 

He shook his head. 

Dylan figured that, whatever else, it was someone else's hobby. Maybe for him, it wouldn't bring any practical benefit, only useless fame, so he wasn't interested in it. But he was him, and others were others. Everyone had their own ideas. He would listen to advice from others, but he wouldn't let other people's thoughts completely define him. Likewise, he wouldn't try to force others to understand his way of thinking. 

For Wood, ever since he started at Hogwarts, he'd been overshadowed by those little Slytherin Snakes. They hadn't won a single match in years. And now he was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. It was perfectly normal for him to have that kind of obsession and desire to win. Even if Wood was graduating next year and leaving Hogwarts, he was still only just an adult. If a young man who'd just come of age didn't have a bit of competitive pride, that would be the problem. 

Of course, he was different. 

Adding his two lives together, he was already quite old. 

Naturally, he didn't have much room for competitive spirit. Although in this life he'd grown up from a baby, and during the time he'd spent with people his age, Dylan did feel his vitality and spirit had gotten a lot younger. 

Maybe the magic nourishing him had something to do with it too. 

But his way of thinking clearly wasn't the same as Wood's. He just couldn't get too interested in fights that, at their core, were really just about saving face and so-called honour. 

"Ah, when you get old, you just want to quietly read a bit, do some experiments, eat good food, get a full night's sleep, and maybe beat up Little Voldemort on the side." 

Dylan returned to the common room. He continued researching the structure of Horcruxes. He hadn't found any books specifically about them, so trying to figure out the principles behind Horcruxes wasn't easy at all. Even though he'd captured Tom (the diary's inhabitant) and would occasionally interrogate him about Dark Magic, he obviously couldn't fully trust anything the guy said. Not even half-believe it. He had to maintain complete skepticism. 

Plus, Dylan had recently noticed that Voldemort seemed to be getting somewhat used to being hit by the Killing Curse. 

Like, recently, after taking an Avada Kedavra, the guy's screams weren't as strong as they used to be. 

This discovery struck him as strange. But when Dylan tried to research it further, he couldn't figure anything out. And he couldn't just completely dismantle the Horcrux. After all, this diary wasn't just for his research; it was also a great way for him to practice his spell mastery tasks. He wasn't about to completely destroy such a valuable item. At most, he'd just damage it a bit locally. This also meant he could feed the diary some more life essence to help it recover. It wasn't too much trouble. 

Time gradually passed. Dylan's days were full, but not as busy as before. Occasionally in the morning, he'd feed Luna's owl with her. Occasionally in the evening, he'd go into the Forbidden Forest with Luna to check on Sekiel (a creature). During the day, he'd attend classes, and sometimes pop over to Dumbledore's place to further study a type of ancient, mystical fire magic and Alchemy. 

When it wasn't convenient to let the Dementors out, if Dylan didn't want the hassle, he'd wait until Ron and Harry went to the library to "study" – which really just meant rushing to finish homework. He'd borrow Ron's Scabbers. And feed his Dementors. 

Aside from eating, reading, and doing research every day, Dylan could also make some little snacks for himself. 

Luna got him into it. 

Even though Luna was a Ravenclaw, others thought she was a bit barmy. But she actually got along reasonably well with the Hufflepuff students. So Luna would occasionally go to the Hufflepuff common room area to cook. One time, after feeding her owl with her in the morning, Dylan was walking to the Great Hall for breakfast, chatting with her, and this came up. The next thing he knew, Luna had dragged Dylan into it. He'd occasionally go with Luna to the Hufflepuff area to do some baking projects himself, like making little cookies or some small desserts. 

Since Dylan knew a lot of cooking spells himself, all it took was showing off his skills once in front of Luna, and after she'd tasted his cooking, she was completely blown away. 

That was also one of the reasons Luna would always invite Dylan to cook with her. 

Compared to Dylan's leisurely but fulfilling routine, Harry's recent life was incredibly busy. These past few days, even putting aside Quidditch practice every Wednesday evening, Wood would burst into the dorm room early in the morning, even on weekends when Dylan might sleep in. 

Sometimes, even at the crack of dawn! 

He'd literally shake Harry awake! 

At first, Harry was really nervous. He was terrified that Dylan would be woken up by Wood and would chew him out too. 

He really didn't want to end up like the ghoul in Ron's attic. 

But to his surprise, Dylan didn't seem to react at all. Even when Wood's noise woke up Ron, Dylan still slept peacefully. Later, Wood explained it to him. That's when Harry found out that Dylan had cast no less than three Silencing Charms around his own bed to make sure no noise could possibly wake him up. 

Harry felt helpless. Before, with Dylan's presence, Wood was somewhat restrained. But now, without Dylan around, he could only let Wood do whatever he wanted with him... 

And Seamus and Neville's jobs had already been handled by Wood. Ron wasn't going to train with him that early anyway; he'd just fall back asleep after Harry left, and when he woke up, he'd leisurely wander over to the Quidditch pitch to cheer him on. It didn't affect him at all. 

Luckily, Harry quickly got used to it. And under Wood's influence, he was even feeling quite competitive. After all, Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup in a long time. Harry believed that since he was a member of Gryffindor, he should naturally work hard for Gryffindor's honour! 

So Harry had been training hard for Quidditch recently, getting up early and staying out late. 

One weekend afternoon, after training in the morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the library. Not long after, Dylan strolled over too. He glanced at the homework the three of them were working on. 

"Charms homework again, huh?" 

Ron pouted his lips, "Yeah! I don't know why Charms has so much homework! It feels like I'm writing every day and never finishing!" 

Dylan tutted and shook his head, "Yeah, feels like the learning never ends – I totally get it!" 

Ron stopped the frantic movement of his quill, eyed Dylan, but didn't say anything. 

Dylan smiled, then took out a few notebooks from the bag he was carrying. "Professor Flitwick had me do this assignment too this time. Want to take a look?" 

Dylan placed the notebooks on the table in front of Ron. Ron's eyes lit up. 

"Huh? Really?" 

"Of course, just for reference. As long as you understand it, so you don't fail the exam later." 

Ron's face instantly became filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Dylan! You're a good person!" 

Dylan continued to look at him with a smile. "Then... could I borrow your Scabbers for a bit?" 

"Huh? You're going to study a rat's body structure again?" Ron was slightly startled. 

Dylan blinked. "Yes, it's amazing that your Scabbers has lived this long, so I think I'd like to compare him more with normal rats." 

Ron thought for a moment, looked at the homework notebooks placed by his hand, and nodded in agreement. "Scabbers is getting old now, you have to be careful with him, okay?" 

Ron put down his quill and reached into his robes to pull out his pet rat, which was a bit bald and missing a toe. 

However, living things have spirits. Even animals have intelligence. Scabbers seemed to sense something. He shrank into Ron's robes, trembling all over. His claws hooked tightly onto the fabric of Ron's undershirt, and his little pointed nose burrowed back into the sweater, trying to hide. 

Ron frowned, grabbed Scabbers' tail, and pulled him out. "Hey! Scabbers, don't scratch up my clothes! I don't have any better ones to wear!" 

Scabbers squealed and squawked, curling into an ugly furball. In the end, Ron had to drag and pull him out of his clothes. Even then, he was waving his claws wildly, trying to dive back into Ron's sleeve. 

"Quiet, you stupid rat!" Ron muttered, shaking Scabbers slightly. But it only made him squeal louder, a sharp sound as if someone was about to kill him any second. 

Ron offered Scabbers to Dylan, but Dylan didn't take him right away. Instead, he smiled and lightly waved his wand. Magic surged, an invisible light flashed. He cast a Silencing Charm casually. Now, even though Scabbers' mouth was still opening and closing non-stop, you couldn't even hear a whispered whimper. 

Only then did Dylan reach out, take the struggling rat, and stuff him into his pocket. Then, he waved his wand at Ron and Hermione. 

"Well, I'll head back to the dorm first. Just bring it back to me after you finish your homework." 

Ron nodded, immediately lowered his head, and continued scribbling away. Harry was sitting next to Ron and also leaned over to look. 

Hermione, however, tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Dylan, her lips pressed together. "That's not good for them at all! If they don't do their homework themselves, what will they do in the final exams?" 

Dylan blinked twice, looking at Hermione in confusion. "You mean, I shouldn't let them copy homework?" 

Ron and Harry instantly looked up. "We're not copying!" 

Hermione's lips twitched. She ignored the two dimwits and continued speaking to Dylan. "Of course not, what else?" 

Dylan shrugged innocently and pointed at another notebook lying by Harry's hand. 

A notebook clearly not belonging to Harry, with much neater, more elegant handwriting. 

"But... didn't you lend your homework to Harry and them to reference? I remember you did before, too?" 

Hermione froze. 

「」... 

Dylan didn't press Hermione, and smiled. "Last school year, you had that incident, and there was no one to help them review. But this school year, with you there, I'm sure you'll lead them in reviewing and they'll do great on the exams next year." 

"I believe in you – after all, you're a very smart witch. I'll never doubt your abilities." 

Hermione's ears instantly turned red at the tips. Her left fingertips nervously fumbled with the edge of the parchment, her golden-brown curly hair falling down, covering her slightly flushed cheeks. "It's nothing..." she mumbled. "I, I just make a habit of writing everything down, I'm not as smart as you say..." 

Dylan chuckled softly and winked at her. "Your intelligence is a fact that can be seen walking down the Hogwarts corridors. You don't need anyone to tell you." 

Dylan waved goodbye to the three of them. "Remember not to lean your head too low when you're writing. Watch your eyes. I'm off." 

Dylan turned and walked away. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded under the library's arched ceiling. Hermione watched Dylan disappear around the corner, her fingers unconsciously rolling the corner of her notebook into a tight little scroll. 

"Hey, Hermione! What's wrong?" 

Ron looked back and saw Hermione poking her own cheek with the hand holding her quill. Hermione snapped back to reality, almost knocking over the ink bottle beside her. "No, nothing's wrong. What do you mean, what's wrong with me?" 

Ron's hand, resting on Dylan's homework notebook, paused. He looked at Hermione's slightly unusual expression. Then he turned his head to look in the direction Dylan had left. When he turned back again, he looked at Hermione suspiciously. 

"Your face is red like dragon's blood in a cauldron – you didn't get like this just because Dylan called you smart, did you?" 

"Shut up!" Hermione steadied the ink bottle with clumsy hands, then glared at Ron. "I mean, what rubbish are you talking about?" 

"I was just... just a little embarrassed because I was suddenly complimented!" 

Hearing this, Ron was even more confused. "Yeah, wasn't that what I was just saying? Why are you yelling at me?" He pouted slightly, feeling wronged. 

"Ahem! Hurry up and get back to your homework!" Hermione grabbed a nearby book and opened it, holding it up in front of her. 

Ron stared at Hermione, who had completely blocked herself off with the book, feeling baffled. He shook his head. 

This guy is the one who should be called barmy! 

Seriously, what was that about? 

Dylan didn't know about their little moment. When he got back to the dorm with Scabbers, no one else was there. He took the trembling Scabbers out of his pocket, looking at the rat's missing-toed paw. Dylan looked at him with a smile. 

At this moment, Scabbers was shaking like a sieve, his whiskers trembling as if they were about to snap off any second. He didn't dare look directly at Dylan, only cautiously observing him out of the corner of his eye. 

He had no memory of this guy in his brain, but strangely, he was just terrifyingly afraid of this young human wizard! 

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