Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 133: What's to Fear?

"Finally got the gifts sent out."

October 4th.

Dylan backed out of Professor McGonagall's office, letting out a sigh of relief.

Today, he had come to Professor McGonagall for extra lessons and had taken the opportunity to give her his birthday present.

Professor McGonagall seemed very happy and liked the handmade gift very much. If not inseparable, she certainly cherished it.

Looking at Professor McGonagall's expression, Dylan was also quite happy.

He hurried off, preparing to go for dinner.

As soon as he reached the dining hall and sat down beside Neville, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick walked in together, heading straight for the teachers' table.

Just as the two of them entered the Great Hall, Professor Snape also walked in with a cold face, his black robes billowing behind him, and stepped onto the teachers' table.

After Professor Flitwick sat down, he couldn't help but ask Professor McGonagall, "You seem to be in a good mood today. Was it your turn to tutor the little one this afternoon?"

The fine lines at the corners of Professor McGonagall's eyes revealed her current mood. She nodded reservedly to Professor Flitwick. "Yes, after the lesson, he gave me a journal. It can even play small Quidditch matches, which I didn't expect."

"Besides that, he also gave me a lot of shampoo. I feel like I can almost use it until next summer."

Professor Flitwick chuckled. "The journal was made by him, right? That little fellow always has many whimsical ideas. Playing Quidditch matches in a journal? It must have been very troublesome to create such a thing."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly. "I examined it. The Transfiguration Charm on just one page alone was cast sixty-four times. He really put a lot of effort into it."

Thinking of the gift Dylan had given her, the smile on Professor McGonagall's face couldn't help but spread. "I can use a Transfiguration Charm myself to control a player to compete for the Golden Snitch. I really like this gift."

Professor Flitwick also looked expectant but said with a bit of restraint, "I wonder what gift the little fellow will give me later. To be honest, birthdays are just something to pass. Making these gifts is such a waste of time; I hope it doesn't delay his studies."

At this moment, Professor Snape sat down, sharply flicking his hands backward. His robes rustled loudly and settled neatly behind him.

He picked up his knife and fork, a sneer twisting his lips. "Hmph, flashy and impractical."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick turned to look at him. They noticed that his hair was no longer as greasy as it had been a few days ago, having regained much of its cleanliness, and silently turned their gazes back.

"I think Dylan's gift to you will also be very good."

"I think so too. I just don't know if there will be shampoo. I feel like my hair has been getting oily lately. I guess it might be because I've been tutoring that little fellow too much. Perhaps I should also lengthen the intervals between our tutoring sessions."

Professor Snape: ...

Old Dumbledore also heard the three professors' voices and chuckled softly. "Ah, youth is truly wonderful."

At the same time.

Neville, sitting at the Gryffindor table, nudged Dylan with his elbow.

"What's wrong?" Dylan scooped up a spoonful of creamy mushroom soup, took a sip, and turned to look at the chubby boy.

"Why do I feel like the professors are looking at you again?" Neville lowered his voice.

Dylan glanced at the teachers' table but didn't see any professor paying attention to him. He blinked and shook his head. "You must be mistaken."

"Eat quickly. After we finish, I still have to go back and prepare Professor Flitwick's birthday present. That music box is very difficult to make."

Dylan silently ate his meal.

He was telling the truth.

The music box he wanted to give Professor Flitwick required him to carefully recall the music from his previous life.

Recording this music with magic was no small undertaking.

Neville blinked and nodded, also starting to eat his food.

But soon, he noticed Professor Snape at the teachers' table suddenly glare in their direction again.

"Did Dylan offend the professor again?"

Neville didn't dare to ask and could only eat his meal with his head down, just like Dylan.

Time flew by, and another half-month passed.

Dylan successfully made Professor Flitwick's birthday gift and sent it out.

Professor Flitwick was also very happy.

However, throughout October, Dylan felt that Professor Snape seemed to have no good looks for him.

But Professor Snape's usual expression was similar, so Dylan didn't pay much attention.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Looking at the incessant rain outside the window, Dylan leisurely hugged Coal and flipped through the book in his hands on the sofa near the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.

Dylan enjoyed this leisurely time very much.

However, when Hermione and the others came over, they broke Dylan's peace.

"Dylan, have you heard?"

Ron, his cheeks flushed, sat down on the sofa to Dylan's right, lowering his voice.

"Nearly Headless Nick is holding his five-hundredth deathday party! It's the five-hundredth anniversary, so commemorative! We happened to catch it!!"

"Deathday party, five hundredth anniversary?"

Dylan leaned back on the sofa, raised his hand to take a sip of his Earl Grey tea. The rich aroma of tea instantly spread in his mouth, mixed with the faint scent of bergamot, a warmth spreading on his tongue.

It was already almost November, and because it had been raining for several days in a row, the weather had actually gradually turned cold.

Hermione sat down on the sofa opposite him, nodding excitedly. "That's right! It's a ghost party! I don't think many living people have ever attended one! Do you want to go with us?"

Dylan took the feather bookmark he carried with him from between the pages, gently inserted it into the page he was reading, then closed the ancient book, leaned back, and slowly shook his head.

"I don't really want to squeeze in with a bunch of ghosts and listen to their old, stale death stories. That's a bit too unlucky."

"Unlucky?" Hermione was taken aback.

"Yes, and guess why that party has never had many living attendees?" Dylan nodded.

"Uh..." Harry and the three of them exchanged glances.

"Since you don't want to go, then forget it. You just keep reading." Hermione stood up.

Dylan nodded.

Harry and Ron still wanted to say something, but they also knew that Dylan was always a very opinionated person, and once he made a decision, it was almost impossible to change it, so they regretfully got up and left with Hermione.

Dylan didn't continue reading after the others left.

At this time, outside the window.

The gale wrapped in heavy rain, fiercely beating against the windows, large raindrops pattering down.

The sky was dark, and heavy dark clouds pressed down on the horizon.

But Dylan nestled in the sofa, the orange flames in the fireplace leaping, emitting a constant stream of heat, baking Dylan while also dispelling the chill from the outside.

He held Coal in his arms, and Coal also curled into a ball, occasionally purring.

Dylan closed his eyes slightly, and sleepiness surged up all at once.

"Maybe the image reflected in that mirror really is my greatest desire."

Why live life so bitterly?

It's better to live comfortably for a lifetime~

As he squinted, Dylan's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. The man and his pet both began to breathe evenly.

Just then.

"Croak, croak, croak! Croak, croak, croak!"

A walnut-sized metal ball slammed onto the ground with a thud, then emitted a deafening roar that echoed throughout the common room. The sound was as sharp as a million frogs croaking at the same time.

The sudden and intense noise instantly shattered all tranquility, and Dylan was startled awake from his half-dreaming state.

He had just raised his head when he saw Percy not far away, his face red with anger, scolding Fred and George at the top of his lungs.

"Can't you two be quiet for a moment? What time is it? You're still messing with these ridiculous things! When will you ever focus on your studies?"

The twin brothers, being scolded, lowered their heads but were still quietly trying to argue back.

"But this Frogspawn Bomb is really interesting—"

"If we sell it in the shop, I think it'll definitely be a hit!"

"Are you talking back to me?" Percy's voice grew even louder with anger. "Who would buy these useless things?!"

Dylan was completely woken up. He slowly sat up.

The twins and Percy also saw Dylan, who had a hint of impatience on his face. The three brothers, who had originally wanted to argue, stopped talking as if they had been turned off.

"D-Dylan... why were you sleeping in the common room?"

"We didn't disturb you, did we?"

The twins said somewhat stammeringly.

Percy, thinking of the ghoul at their house that would occasionally cause trouble late at night and disturb their peace, which had become very well-behaved after being taught a lesson by Dylan, twitched his lips violently.

"Sorry, they were messing with their prank props again. I was already scolding them..."

The twins nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, Percy was already scolding us! We fully accept his criticism!"

Dylan glanced at the three of them.

That didn't sound like what you two were saying just now.

However, the Gryffindor common room wasn't like the other three House common rooms.

Since the Sorting Hat had put him here, although Dylan was a bit annoyed at being suddenly woken up, he figured the two probably hadn't done it on purpose.

"Although Fred wanted to try out the Frogspawn Bomb's effect, we didn't expect the sound to be so loud. I'll go back and adjust the details with him."

Dylan: ...

It felt like it was time to find an opportunity to teach these two brothers another lesson.

Taking a deep breath, Dylan stood up from the sofa, holding the also-awakened Coal.

Putting the ancient book into his space, he walked past the Weasley brothers with a low pressure around him.

"Carry on."

Dylan dropped a sentence and then headed towards his dormitory.

The twins didn't dare to say anything more.

Besides their mum and Percy, the only other person they were afraid of was Dylan, who was clearly two years younger than them but more mature than most adults!

Percy also didn't feel like continuing to scold his two younger brothers. He glared at them and told them to go back quickly, also warning them not to mess with these little gadgets anymore.

At least not in a way that would affect others.

The brothers naturally agreed repeatedly.

As for whether they really meant it or not—

...

After a few more days of classes.

In class, Professor Snape was still quite targeting the Gryffindor students.

Originally, everyone thought he would make an exception for Dylan—after all, that had been the case for the second half of the previous school year.

But recently, no one knew what had gotten into Professor Snape, and he was always finding fault, not even letting Dylan off the hook.

However, in Transfiguration and Charms classes, Professors Flitwick and McGonagall would occasionally award some points to Gryffindor.

This made the Gryffindor lions suspect if Malfoy had regained Professor Snape's favor?

And that was why Dylan had fallen out of favor?

Of course, for these Gryffindor lions, suspicion equaled fact.

After establishing the fact that Dylan had fallen out of favor, they tried to find ways to make Dylan regain favor with Professor Snape.

—At least that way, fewer points would be deducted from Gryffindor, preventing the other three Houses from catching up too closely in the House Cup race.

But their actions not only failed to help Dylan regain his standing in Professor Snape's eyes but instead made Professor Snape think that these fools seemed even more foolish lately.

—And they were always doing some inexplicable things.

In the end, Gryffindor's points were deducted even more severely.

These little lions also became well-behaved.

Dylan hadn't paid attention to this.

He was so busy that he was rarely seen, and the other Gryffindors weren't very familiar with him and couldn't even strike up a conversation.

Dylan naturally didn't know the efforts they had made for him.

—Such as causing Gryffindor to lose nearly forty or fifty more points.

He just felt that the number of times Gryffindor had been penalized recently seemed a bit frequent.

But he didn't care at all about the House Cup in the first place.

Besides being busy with what he was always busy with.

Dylan had also been thinking these past few days about whether to capture the Basilisk alive or wait until it died and then bring the corpse over.

"Tom should be almost re-emerged by now, thanks to the diary, right?"

A hint of a smile flashed in Dylan's eyes.

"Wait a little longer, and it'll be time to close the net."

A Horcrux, a soul fragment.

It was simply the perfect test subject.

As long as the Horcrux didn't die, the soul wouldn't die.

Could there be a more perfect experimental subject than this?

The only pity was that the soul was ultimately just a soul and didn't have a physical body.

...

Halloween.

It was the first time Dylan had fully experienced the atmosphere of the Halloween feast.

—After all, last year, Quirrell's disruption had caused the feast to be hastily canceled.

He hadn't even tasted the various pumpkin products specially made for Halloween.

This time, he sipped coffee made with slightly bitter coffee beans while eating various pumpkin pastries.

—Most of them were a bit too sweet, but the coffee diluted the sweetness.

After neutralizing, it was quite a good combination.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Several huge black bats flapped their wings overhead, flying back and forth, but upon closer inspection, they were just live bats transfigured from models.

In addition, countless pumpkin lanterns floated on the ceiling, their light intertwined with the flickering candlelight on the tables.

Combined with the various scary decorations on the surrounding walls, such as the skull heads that would suddenly make strange noises and the slowly twisting ghost portraits.

In the central open space, there was a skeleton band and countless ghosts playing music.

This Halloween feast was much grander than it had seemed last year.

Every long table was filled with sumptuous food, especially the golden roasted turkeys.

The skin was crispy, and the juices flowed.

There were also steaming pumpkin pies.

These two were essential on every table, and there were many of them, several at intervals.

Dylan ate a turkey leg while listening to Neville babbling in his ear.

"Look at Lockhart. Ever since he made Professor Sprout very angry last time, almost no professor likes him. He still wants to greet the other professors, but look, no one is paying him any attention!"

Dylan slowly shaved the shredded meat from the turkey leg with a small knife, then nodded, agreeing, "What a person is like, over time, everyone can see it."

At this moment, Lockhart was wearing a bright pink silk robe, the color so flamboyant that even a Thestral a hundred meters away would probably be blinded.

The robe was embroidered with various intricate gold patterns, with phoenixes about to take flight and winding dragons.

Every thread shimmered with dazzling light under the lamps.

He had a beaming smile on his face, weaving through the various teachers.

However, the surrounding teachers only nodded politely to him, forced a perfunctory smile, and then began to chat with the professors beside them.

Even Professor Trelawney, who had always been ostracized, was chatting with other professors, and no one was willing to give Lockhart a second glance.

Two months into the school year, this guy had hardly accomplished anything, but had instead caused a lot of trouble, ultimately requiring other professors to clean up his messes.

Most professors were top wizards in their respective fields and could almost see through such incompetent people at a glance.

However, Lockhart's reputation was still there. Although he had caused quite a stir in the school during his initial time at Hogwarts, he had generally been more restrained recently.

Apart from being rather pompous, he hadn't made any major mistakes.

Therefore, no one directly questioned how truly incompetent he might be.

After all, he was someone who had published so many books. If the experiences described in them were real...

Perhaps Lockhart had some abilities they hadn't yet discovered?

"I think Harry and Ron probably don't have much to eat at the deathday party, do they? Should we take some food back?"

After complaining about Lockhart for a long time, Neville turned to Dylan and said.

The deathday party and the Halloween feast were on the same day, so Harry and Ron were currently socializing with a bunch of ghosts, not here.

And what could there be to eat at a gathering of ghosts?

Did ghosts even need to eat?

Clearly not.

And those ghosts were unlikely to specially prepare a lavish meal for Harry and the few of them, perhaps not even any food at all.

This was also one of the reasons Dylan had declined Hermione and the others' invitation.

He hadn't properly experienced the Halloween atmosphere at Hogwarts last year, so of course, he couldn't miss it this year.

Besides, he still had some other things to take care of later, so it wouldn't be too late to head over then.

Right now, of course, he had to properly enjoy the delicious food prepared for Halloween.

"Let's pack some snacks for them."

Dylan turned an empty bowl into a box and placed several soft and fluffy pumpkin pies inside, along with pumpkin crisps, pumpkin cakes, pumpkin tarts, pumpkin mochi...

As for meat and drinks, he didn't put them in.

Whether it was roast meat or chicken legs, they would get cold after a while, and even reheating them with magic wouldn't make them taste good.

Drinks were also easy to spill. He figured bringing them some dry things would be enough.

Until the Halloween feast ended.

Everyone was very happy.

—Except for Lockhart.

But he was quite a character.

Even though he was so disliked by the other professors, he wore a smile on his face throughout the entire event.

It was as if he didn't take the other professors' attitude towards him to heart at all.

Dylan didn't care about him that much. He packed up the food and held it in his hand. When Dumbledore announced the end of the feast and told everyone to return to their dormitories, he slowly stood up and walked with Neville, their pace neither fast nor slow.

Until the two of them reached a corridor.

The front was noisy with voices, a crowd huddled together.

Under the lead of a group of Gryffindors, Dylan easily squeezed to the front with Neville.

Harry and Ron were also there.

Dylan looked at the wall in front of him.

Between two windows in the corridor, above the torch bracket, two lines of words were crookedly painted in dark red blood.

——The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

——Enemies of the Heir, beware.

In the flickering light of the torch, the bloodstains seemed to be slowly seeping downwards. Getting closer, one could even smell a rusty, metallic odor.

A puddle of water had gathered on the ground.

Neville shivered. "What is this..."

He couldn't help but step back, hiding his body behind Dylan, craning his neck to look ahead, only his head showing.

"Oh my god, it's Mrs. Norris!"

When he saw Mrs. Norris's stiff body hanging in mid-air below the torch bracket, Neville's eyes widened sharply.

Mrs. Norris's body was now petrified, her eyes wide open, her gaze empty, her fur standing on end in disarray, her limbs stretched straight out, her appearance terrifying.

The surrounding students were whispering to each other, many with expressions of fear and unease on their faces.

Dylan looked at the petrified Mrs. Norris and blinked.

"The Basilisk's venom, as an extremely powerful poison, is one of the few substances that can destroy Horcruxes. This definitely has considerable research value!"

"Or maybe it's better to capture it alive. Anyway, that old Dumbledore guy is always being called away by various people, leaving Harry alone to face danger. This time, with Malfoy's father involved, Dumbledore can't still be watching over this place, right?"

While Dylan was pondering in his mind, the Slytherins also walked over.

After clearly seeing the situation, Malfoy's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and his cheeks flushed red.

Even with Dylan standing there, he looked at Hermione and the others, the corners of his mouth turning up in an undisguised, malicious sneer.

"The Heir of Slytherin has come! Did you see what happened to this thing? Next, it's your turn! Mudbloods!"

Mudbloods?

Did he just insult himself too?

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze gently sweeping over.

Malfoy's arrogant demeanor suddenly stiffened.

Why did this person never seem to learn?

Always remembering to eat but not to learn from his mistakes, huh?

To be fair, Malfoy was purely spoiled by his father.

If old Malfoy hadn't constantly been nagging around Draco, this kid, even if he wasn't particularly upright or raised under the red flag,

At least he should have known that sometimes learning to shut up was incredibly valuable.

—Perhaps learning to shut up was something some people had to spend their entire lives doing.

Dylan didn't directly attack Malfoy at this time.

After all, there were still so many people around, and he was standing here too.

If Malfoy were to learn the same lesson as last time, the people around would have to suffer his collateral damage.

Moreover, Dumbledore and the others had probably already received the news and were rushing over with the professors. Dylan naturally wouldn't use any curse methods on Malfoy now.

However, what surprised him a bit was that after hearing Malfoy's words, Hermione didn't get overly angry. She just raised her head and lightly said—

"Hasn't a dung-spewing prince like you already brought enough shame to Slytherin? Maybe the Heir will deal with you first? After all, Mudbloods wouldn't let their House be this disgraced."

"You!"

Malfoy's eyes widened, and his companions, Goyle and Crabbe, under the gazes of the surrounding crowd, silently lowered their heads and unobtrusively took a step back.

Suddenly, only Malfoy was standing at the forefront, with people from several Houses looking at him.

Malfoy's face instantly turned a shade of red even brighter than a baboon's backside.

His jaws tightened, and a cracking sound came out, looking like he was about to grind his teeth to dust.

Dylan looked at Hermione with some surprise, then a hint of gratification appeared in his eyes.

This little girl had learned most of the essence of his cursing!

Faced with insults, not only did she not take those nasty words to heart, but she even actively mocked herself, directly using a soft yet forceful counter, causing the other side to completely collapse!

Not bad, not bad. It seemed this little girl had practiced a lot in private.

Dylan glanced at Harry and Ron, who were snickering.

As for who Hermione usually practiced with... that was unknown.

"My cat—! What happened to Mrs. Norris!!!"

Suddenly, Filch's scream came.

He stumbled into the crowd, and when he saw the completely petrified Mrs. Norris, the expression on his face crumbled, and he grabbed at his own face with one hand.

Then, he saw Harry and the three of them closest to his cat, his eyes bulging, and he roared, "I know! It's you! You hold a grudge against me and killed my cat! Detention wasn't my idea! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Filch roared hoarsely, spittle flying everywhere.

Dylan's ears were pierced by his screams.

He tapped his wand lightly. "Cheering Charm!"

As a gentle blue light shot out from the tip of his wand, enveloping Filch.

The action of baring his teeth and claws, waving his skinny arms, and staggering towards Harry suddenly froze. The expression on his face seemed to recall some beautiful memory, and he couldn't help but calm down.

Filch was a complete Squib and had no resistance to Dylan's spell.

At this moment, another series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Professor Dumbledore walked at the forefront, followed by Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, along with a group of other teachers.

As the group approached, Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the wand still in Dylan's hand, her tone stern. "Dylan, how could you use a spell on the caretaker, Filch?"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I just wanted Mr. Filch to calm down first." Dylan slightly turned his wand and withdrew the spell.

Filch glared at Dylan, but he wasn't as angry as he had been before.

Professor McGonagall didn't dwell too much on this matter and instead looked at the blood writing on the wall with the other professors, their expressions all becoming serious.

"Dylan's intentions were good, Argus. You should calm down a bit." Old Dumbledore stepped forward at this moment and took the now completely petrified, and thus quite solid, Mrs. Norris from mid-air.

Dylan spoke up to remind them, "Professor Dumbledore, I believe Mrs. Norris's current state is petrification. Professor Snape told me that Mandrake can be made into a restorative potion specifically used to reverse this petrified state."

Hearing that Mrs. Norris might be saved, Filch was stunned and quickly looked at Dylan. "Are you telling the truth?"

Dylan replied, "Do you think Professor Snape would lie?"

Professor Snape glanced at Dylan without saying a word.

But Filch became excited. "How is this potion brewed?"

Dylan reached into his robes. "I happened to brew some of this potion a while ago to practice."

A bottle of Mandrake Restorative Potion appeared in his hand.

Filch's eyes shone brightly, but with Old Dumbledore beside him, he didn't speak immediately, instead shifting his gaze to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Severus, do you think this potion will work?"

Professor Snape coldly glanced at the Mandrake Restorative Potion in Dylan's hand. "The quality is passable. It's more than enough to save a cat."

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Dylan again. "Could you please save Mrs. Norris? She, like Filch, is a part of Hogwarts."

Dylan naturally wouldn't refuse. "I'd be happy to help."

Professor Sprout looked blankly at the potion in Dylan's hand. "Mandrake is very dangerous. When did you—"

"Some of my stored materials, processed and given to him," Professor Snape said coldly.

Dylan blinked and nodded. "That's right, Professor Snape gave them to me."

"Alright—"

Dylan stepped forward and slowly poured the Mandrake Restorative Potion into Mrs. Norris's slightly open mouth.

As soon as the potion entered her mouth, Mrs. Norris reacted, her stiff body trembling slightly.

Soon, the fur all over her body began to soften, and her eyes gradually regained their light until she completely broke free from the petrified state, then jumped out of Old Dumbledore's hands and into Filch's arms.

Filch was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "You're alive! You're alive!"

Old Dumbledore watched this scene, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Argus, you must thank Dylan."

Coming back to his senses, Filch changed his usual gloomy and rigid demeanor, turning to look at Dylan gratefully, repeatedly saying, "Th-thank you."

Dylan shook his head lightly. "Within my capabilities."

"Come with me for a moment, Argus, and you three as well, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Seeing Mrs. Norris break free from the petrification, Dumbledore glanced at Dylan, nodded slightly, and was leading the group of teachers away.

Lockhart quickly raised his hand and said, "Headmaster, why not go to my office? I mean—it's just upstairs, very close."

"Then let's go, thank you, Gilderoy."

Lockhart's eyes widened, a look of joy appearing on his face. He walked ahead, leading the way.

Dumbledore, Filch, and even Professor Snape followed along.

When the professors had all left.

The students present immediately started talking, whispering to each other.

"I can't believe it, the Chamber of Secrets actually exists! I thought it was just a legend!"

"Doesn't that mean—the monster is real too?"

"My Merlin's beard! Oh my god!"

How did even "Merlin's beard" get shouted out...

Dylan glanced at that student.

Neville, standing beside Dylan, groaned and quickly grabbed Dylan's arm, preventing himself from collapsing.

"This is too scary. The Heir has appeared, that terrifying thing has been released. Will we be dealt with too?"

Ever since he had known Dylan, Neville hadn't shown this timid and cowardly appearance for a long time.

Dean couldn't help but squeeze over and asked cluelessly, "What kind of thing are you talking about? And what's the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir? Why are you even talking about legends?"

Seamus frowned, explaining to his friend, "That's a very old legend—the story of the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir of Slytherin."

"You should know who founded Hogwarts, right?"

Dean tilted his head. "Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin. Of course, I know that."

Seamus nodded. "Right, it was those four, but they had a big disagreement about how to admit students."

"Salazar Slytherin firmly believed that not everyone who entered Hogwarts to learn magic deserved that honor. Only those with pure wizarding blood were the true inheritors of the magical world."

Speaking of this, Seamus glanced at the Slytherins.

"Rumor has it that during the construction of the castle, Salazar Slytherin secretly harbored selfish motives and secretly built a Chamber of Secrets. One day, his true heir would come to Hogwarts, open this Chamber, and release a terrifying and vicious monster!"

"The Heir would control that monster to carry out the so-called purification of Hogwarts, which is to kill all Muggle-born students—they believe that those contemptuously called Mudbloods are impurities in the magical world and must be eliminated."

"What? So, this legend is actually true?"

Dean was stunned, then widened his eyes and said incredulously, "And then that monster was released, and the first thing it did was kill a poor cat?"

"—And it wasn't even really killed, just brought back to life by one of Dylan's potions. I mean—isn't this monster a bit too useless?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the other students, who had originally been worried, were all stunned.

The Slytherins looked even more complicated, their expressions as unpleasant as if they had eaten something disgusting.

Seamus's eyelids twitched, afraid that the Slytherins would cause more trouble while the professors were gone.

He quickly pulled Dean. "Alright, alright, how come your mouth is getting more and more venomous?"

"I wasn't—"

Dean glanced at Dylan, opened his mouth to say something, but seeing the calm gaze Dylan turned towards him, he changed his tone.

"Just telling the truth! Are we not even allowed to tell the truth now?"

At this time, the prefects of each House were also leading the students away.

The topic of the rumors ended there.

However, because of Dylan's bottle of Mandrake Restorative Potion, the fear of the legend in the hearts of many students lessened a lot.

The petrification wasn't completely irreversible, which meant that the monster wasn't necessarily able to kill people.

Since they wouldn't die, they naturally wouldn't be too afraid of the monster.

For a long time after Halloween.

Every House was discussing the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, including Mrs. Norris's attack and Dylan's subsequent rescue.

Dylan, who had previously been only slightly famous at Hogwarts perhaps because he frequented the offices of various professors, now became thoroughly famous.

Dylan even unlocked a few more achievements because of this.

Such as [The Center of Attention in School], [Castle Focus Boy]...

However, the rewards were all insignificant attribute points.

Such as Mental Power +1, Herbology Affinity +1, etc.

One day, during lunchtime.

Although Neville wasn't as afraid of the rumors after Dean's words back then, he was still a bit worried.

But looking at Dylan beside him, who seemed completely unaffected, he couldn't help but scratch his head. "Dylan, why aren't you discussing this with everyone? Aren't you afraid of the monster in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"And back then, how could your potion have worked on Mrs. Norris? Did you know the monster had already appeared?"

Dylan stirred the Neapolitan meat sauce and cheese chicken rice in front of him with a spoon, then took a bite and shook his head.

"No, Mandrake Restorative Potion is a very classic restorative potion. Professor Snape selflessly taught me many potion recipes."

"Whether I brew it myself or under Professor Snape's guidance, I always end up with many potions. This is just one of them."

Picking up a salted plum sweet potato fry, he took a light bite and then slurped some creamy bacon pasta into his mouth.

Dylan smiled and looked at Neville. "Although I am a Mudblood in their eyes, my strength is much greater than theirs, these so-called pure-blood wizards. Therefore—"

"Salazar Slytherin didn't lock himself in the Chamber of Secrets. Why should I be afraid?"

Neville was a bit stunned by Dylan's rebellious words. "This..."

Dylan looked at him. "Is the monster in the Chamber of Secrets the founder of Slytherin?"

"No, probably not..."

Dylan's words made Neville even more frightened, and his body trembled: "Did he turn himself into a ghost?"

"That's even better, I happened to read a book about souls recently, and I want to find a ghost to practice with."

Neville: (=°Д°=)...

"Find, find a ghost to practice with?"

Won't my hands be disabled...

(End of this chapter)