Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 134 Characteristic Fate Pursuit!

Dylan looked at Neville with some amusement.

"Isn't the Longbottom family one of the few remaining pure-blood families in the wizarding world? Even if that rumored monster is released, it shouldn't have anything to do with you, right?"

Neville pursed his lips and shook his head at Dylan. "After what happened that day, I wrote a letter to my grandmother the next day, and she said..."

His expression looked a little uneasy. "Not many pure-blood families from Salazar Slytherin's era have survived to this day."

"Even the current sacred pure-blood families aren't truly pure-blood in the real sense."

"You know, even if pure-blood families claim to be pure-blood, their bloodlines have long since become less pure, and that includes the Longbottoms, of course."

"Is that so?" Dylan tilted his head. "Anyway, you don't need to worry so much. If that's really the case, how many people would the Heir have to kill?"

"Would he have to get rid of everyone in the world, leaving only him and a monster, and then they would have a child together?"

Dylan smiled. "No, if they wanted to maintain the bloodline, they should have two children, but that's too perverted, don't you think?"

Neville blinked twice and nodded. "It is a bit."

"Don't worry, that monster might continue to make moves, but in the end, it won't cause much trouble. After all, the Headmaster won't let them run rampant in the school."

With Dylan's reassurance, although Neville was still a bit scared, he had calmed down a lot. "That's true. Even if I end up being petrified by that monster, you'll have a way to save me."

Dylan shrugged. "Then I'm afraid I'll need to prepare a lot of Mandrake, but I don't have much material left now. I wonder if you could help me get some from the greenhouses?"

Neville had a real knack for Herbology and was highly regarded by Professor Sprout, which gave him permission to enter the greenhouses.

"I think it should be fine. I even grow Mandrake myself, so I'll just pluck some extra stems and leaves for you." Neville nodded lightly, agreeing immediately.

The monster in the Chamber of Secrets had already made the students panic, but now Dylan could use Mandrake to develop an antidote that feared no monster. Of course, he had to help Dylan make more potions.

"Thank you." Dylan smiled slightly. "You can get more roots, and please bring me a few leaves as well."

"Or if you could get me a whole Mandrake plant, that would be the best. I could just grow it directly."

Hearing Dylan's words, Neville paused, his gaze shifting, a little hesitant. After a moment of silence, he said, "I can't directly bring you a mature Mandrake plant. Professor Sprout won't allow it, but I can get you a young Mandrake seedling."

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "A seedling will do. Then I'll have to trouble you to bring over the roots and leaves as well—after all, the seedling can't be used in potions yet."

Neville nodded. "No problem. I'll just pluck some roots and leaves from each Mandrake plant. They'll grow back quickly."

Dylan guessed that Dumbledore would later have Professor Snape directly brew a large quantity of Mandrake Restorative Potion.

Professor Sprout would naturally supply the Mandrake to him. By then, it wouldn't be easy for Dylan to get more.

Now, while the Basilisk hadn't caused a second victim, Dylan could have Neville help him get some more benefits.

He was only about a hundred thousand Galleons short of reaching one million, enough to unlock an ecological environment for the Pet Space Suitcase!

—To help him raise the money, the Hawkwoods had been running around almost everywhere these past few days.

They had also established a company themselves. Besides being busy with the internal business of the company, they also had to invest everywhere, buy lottery tickets, and speculate in stocks...

Only then had they created so much pocket money for Dylan in just over two months.

And after unlocking the forest ecological environment, let alone planting a Mandrake seedling inside,

Even stuffing all the Mandrake plants in the greenhouses, including other magical plants, would be more than enough!

Moreover, the ecological environment unlocked by spending money would expand along with the expansion of the suitcase's space.

And the ecological environment unlocked by spending money could be adjusted according to Dylan's will at any time.

Besides this, there were various other benefits that would make it very convenient for Dylan to control the entire space.

Otherwise, if not for this, Dylan would only need to spend tens of thousands of Galleons to build a small forest himself.

Why would he spend a full million to unlock an ecological environment?

He wasn't stupid!

After dinner, Dylan returned to his dormitory in the afternoon and went straight into his suitcase.

These past two days, he had already begun to study how to use the Patronus Charm.

To his great surprise, when Dylan thought about the memory of robbing those dark wizards in the secret passage during the summer vacation, that joy could actually be applied to the Patronus Charm!

He could even release some silvery white substance because of it!

However, perhaps because his control over the Patronus Charm was not yet high enough, or because he hadn't robbed enough times and the loot wasn't much, this joy was not enough to fill and support him to successfully summon a Patronus.

"Maybe I should find some time to sneak out and do something big."

Like really robbing Gringotts?

Or stealing the wealth of a hundred dark wizards in one go?

"But the latter also requires me to encounter a hundred dark wizards at the same time. Otherwise, robbing them separately would be too troublesome."

Dylan rubbed his chin, pondering.

"But don't those dark wizards also occasionally hold gatherings or something?"

Dylan felt that he should probably cultivate a few guys who could act as his eyes and ears.

At least let him understand some information about the external wizarding world.

For the entire afternoon, Dylan tried to improve his proficiency in the Patronus Charm.

However, this spell was a bit too difficult to practice. Dylan thought of almost everything that could make him happy.

Whether it was robbing money, childhood fun, learning spells, or even the time in his previous life when he and a few girls figured out the function graph expression of (x2+2y−1)3−x2y3=1.

Including repeatedly studying and practicing around x=3ylogy−361​exp[−(36y−e36​)4].

He thought about it for a long time.

Until his face was flushed.

He still hadn't been able to successfully summon a corporeal Patronus.

Dylan felt that perhaps it was because when he thought about these two equations, the images of Hermione, Ginny, and a few others would always float into his mind.

Making his originally rather pleasant reverie instantly be awakened.

Hermione and Ginny were only just over ten years old now, and Dylan felt it was quite inappropriate just to think about it.

"It seems I still have to aim the source of happiness at robbing."

Dylan sighed slightly.

It was time for dinner.

Dylan's proficiency in the Patronus Charm was only barely at level two.

—This was even after he could successfully summon silvery white substance.

If there hadn't been any effect at all, his proficiency would still be stuck at level one.

"Hey, Dylan, do you have any Polyjuice Potion that's already brewed?"

Dylan had just sat down, taken a slice of salted egg yolk cream cheese pizza, and placed it on the plate in front of him when Hermione and Harry came over.

"Finished Polyjuice Potion?" Dylan didn't delay his eating, directly biting into the fragrant, still-warm pizza, while looking at the three of them.

Blinking, he asked the three, "Are you suspecting Malfoy is the Heir?"

Ron, upon hearing this, immediately jumped over. "Wow! Dylan, do you think so too?"

Hermione sat down beside Dylan, lowering her voice. "We think Malfoy is the so-called Heir, so by using Polyjuice Potion to transform into someone close to Malfoy, we'll have a chance to trick him into revealing the secrets of the Chamber of Secrets!"

"Where did you learn about Polyjuice Potion?"

Hermione paused. "The book Most Potente Potions you brought back from the restricted section last time, remember? The recipe for Polyjuice Potion was in there. I caught a glimpse of it."

Dylan nodded. "I already returned that book before. Did you borrow it from the restricted section again afterwards?"

Hermione didn't deny it, just shrugged. "Lockhart gave Harry and me a lot of autographs."

Harry said, "The potion ingredients in there are very difficult to obtain. We can only come and ask you."

Dylan finished eating the entire slice of pizza, then took another, dipping it in the mushroom soup in front of him.

—This mushroom soup was a new item recently, and it tasted very good, with no fishy mushroom smell at all. Whether drunk alone or dipped with other things, it was quite delicious.

It had almost become a regular on Dylan's table these past two days.

"Since you got Most Potente Potions, you should know that Polyjuice Potion can't be brewed directly into a finished product, right?"

"You must add a material from the person you want to transform into during the brewing process to complete the final potion brewing."

Dylan slowly shook his head. "I do have a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, but it will turn you into Professor Snape."

"Ew~" Ron quickly shook his head. "Then forget it. I can't learn his deadpan look at all."

"...You're really bold." Dylan's lips twitched.

Ron raised his eyes. "Didn't I learn that from you?"

Dylan gave Ron a look of disdain. "When did I ever teach you to say such nonsensical things?"

Ron scratched his head. "Maybe it's your usual example?"

Dylan rolled his eyes. "I have never taught any of you to say strange things. I must clarify this. You are responsible for your own words in the future, and it has nothing to do with me."

Hermione interrupted, "Never mind him. Dylan, do you have any potion ingredients for brewing Polyjuice Potion?"

Dylan said regretfully, "Sorry, Bicorn horns are very rare. Mine was also made under Professor Snape's guidance. Besides that, African tree snake skin is also difficult to obtain—after all, this is the Scottish Highlands."

"So, the ingredients you want, I don't have them here anymore."

Dylan was telling the truth on this point.

He really didn't have any more Bicorn horns.

As for African tree snake skin, he only had a little left, and he had other uses for it.

"Then what do we do? Are we going to sneak into Professor Snape's office?" Ron frowned, a little scared. "If we get caught, we'll definitely be expelled!"

Harry looked at Dylan. "I wonder—"

Dylan knew what Harry meant and shook his head directly. "I just finished Professor Snape's tutoring session. Unfortunately, I won't go to his office again until the week after next."

Harry opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

Hermione didn't seem to care too much and instead comforted Ron and Harry, "Anyway, we have the Invisibility Cloak. I'll just sneak into Professor Snape's private storage room later."

Dylan glanced at her.

This little girl was getting bolder and bolder now, almost fearless.

No wonder the Sorting Hat put Hermione in Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw.

Bravery alone was enough; Ravenclaw also required fairness, self-discipline, honesty, and a sense of responsibility.

Just the fact that Hermione was planning to sneak into Professor Snape's storage room to steal things had nothing to do with Ravenclaw.

Dylan pondered for a moment, but in the end, he didn't ask Hermione to get him some Bicorn horns as well.

He didn't want to be implicated and get detention.

As for the materials, he could just ask Professor Snape for a little bit next time he went for tutoring.

Presumably, Professor Snape wouldn't refuse... right?

After dinner, Dylan returned to the dormitory alone.

He hadn't seen Neville during dinner. After a while, as it was getting late, Neville pushed open the door and came in, looking disheveled.

"Did you spend the whole afternoon helping Professor Sprout?"

"Dylan, you're so smart, you guessed it right away."

Neville came to Dylan's side happily.

Dylan cast a cleaning charm, sweeping away the dirt and dust from Neville's body, then his gaze fell on the velvet bag behind him.

"This?"

"That's right, it's what you wanted!"

Neville unfastened the bag from his waist, and after opening the mouth, revealed a small potted plant, with some roots and leaves scattered beside it.

"You have a place to plant it, right?" Neville asked.

"Yes, don't worry." Dylan nodded lightly.

Neville handed the muddy bag to Dylan.

"Those leaves might be a bit dirty."

"It's okay, I'll just clean them."

Hesitating for a moment, Neville whispered a reminder.

"You said besides using them to brew Mandrake Restorative Potion, you also wanted a few leaves to put directly in your mouth without processing. You're not planning to eat them, are you? That's very dangerous, be careful of poisoning!"

Dylan smiled. "Go change your clothes first. Your wool sweater inside looks soaked."

He took out the potted plant with the young Mandrake seedling and placed it on the table, then poured the remaining roots and leaves onto the tabletop.

With a light tap of his wand, the mud and dust on the leaves disappeared. Dylan picked up a few, looked at them for a moment, and nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, the size is just right."

While sorting out these stems and leaves, he casually explained to Neville, "The roots can be used to brew potions, but the leaves—I need them to help me try to use a certain spell."

Neville was a little puzzled.

Not using Mandrake to brew potions, but using it as a catalyst for practicing spells?

What spell?

Neville had taken care of Mandrake for so long that he had a deep understanding of their habits and effects. After a moment's thought, he was stunned and stopped taking off his clothes.

"Oh my god, Dylan, you're not planning to try to become an Animagus, are you?"

"Bingo~ You're so smart~"

Although Mandrake was poisonous, it could effectively alleviate the negative effects of transformation.

This was also one of the reasons why the restorative potion brewed with Mandrake could heal creatures petrified by the Basilisk.

However, the true essence of Mandrake, or rather, the most useful part often used as a potion ingredient, was the root, not the leaves.

Therefore, since Dylan wasn't planning to use the Mandrake leaves to brew potions but to practice spells, Neville naturally thought of the Transfiguration Charm.

However, ordinary Transfiguration Charms were applied to external objects and didn't use Mandrake at all. If Dylan wanted to use it on himself, the only possibility was that he was trying to study Animagus.

"You're only in your second year, are you already studying such a dangerous spell?" Neville looked at Dylan worriedly. "If you're not careful, something could happen to you!"

"Why not let Professor McGonagall tutor you? Having a professor who studies Transfiguration by your side is much safer than figuring it out yourself."

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Dylan shook his head. "Professor McGonagall has already explained all the key points she could tell me. Even if she were by my side, she would have difficulty solving problems for me; she could only offer simple assistance, but I don't need that kind of help."

Having rejected Neville's suggestion, he instead looked up. "How about I assist you, and you take this opportunity to study with me? Maybe you'll even become an Animagus before I do."

Since Neville stayed with him almost all the time, whether in class or out, except when Dylan was in the library, getting tutoring from professors, or doing his own research, Dylan was very clear about Neville's level. Compared to Ron, Neville was definitely not bad at learning Transfiguration Charms.

And compared to Peter Pettigrew, he was much better. If that guy could successfully become an Animagus with Sirius and Potter's help, why couldn't Neville?

However, Dylan's suggestion made Neville pause, then shake his head repeatedly, his hand almost turning into a rattle. "Forget it, forget it, let's just forget about it. It's too dangerous. I don't dare to try."

"Alright then." Dylan shrugged with some regret.

He had wanted to let Neville transform first to see what strange gains there might be, which would naturally make it easier when he tried.

But since Neville wasn't willing, he could only explore it himself.

"Let's start trying on the next full moon night."

Dylan told Neville to go busy himself, while he took the things Neville had given him and went into his suitcase.

Although he hadn't yet activated the suitcase's ecosystem, Dylan had put some soil in the space and used magic to turn it into a flowerbed.

Taking the Mandrake seedling that Neville had secretly gotten for him out of the pot, the creature, so ugly it hurt the eyes, began to wail loudly.

Dylan had put on earplugs in advance, so he wasn't affected at all.

—The Mandrake plant Neville had brought him was very small, looking like it had just started growing, and the power of its cries wasn't strong at all.

After planting it, although the flowerbed wasn't wide, it was quite sufficient to accommodate a young Mandrake seedling.

"Mum wrote that in two more days, they'll be able to transfer another million pounds to me. Then I can unlock the suitcase's ecosystem."

Dylan calculated the money he had left.

He had seven hundred and sixty thousand Galleons, and the rest was mostly in pounds. He had to find some time to go to Gringotts to exchange the money.

"Recently, I wonder if it's because I've been exchanging money too frequently, but I always felt that the goblins' attitude was much more sluggish last time I exchanged. It seems that next time, I have to exchange all the cash I have in one go to see how things go."

If the goblins changed the money exchange rules because he had exchanged tens of millions of Galleons in a short period, he would have to consider having his parents convert all the pounds into gold and send it to him.

"Although I've had Dad and Mum hoard a lot of gold assets, it's still easier to earn pounds in this era."

Dylan didn't really want to exchange the gold.

—After all, if he wanted to study deeper alchemy, gold was even a consumable, as was Galleons.

"Still too short on money. It's time to let those dark wizards and Aurors feel the fear of Cartharus again."

Since he not only needed to spend a million Galleons to open an ecological system, but the current space of the suitcase was still a bit small, Dylan planned to hoard some more Galleons and directly expand the space of the suitcase in one go.

At least it would allow Norberta to fly around without restraint, instead of reaching the end as soon as she flapped her wings.

"To expand the space, it's ten Galleons per cubic meter. If I expand another hundred thousand cubic meters, that's another million."

Dylan felt a darkness fall before his eyes after a brief calculation.

Fortunately, it was only ten Galleons per cubic meter, not a hundred.

Otherwise, Dylan would really vomit blood.

His parents had written to him recently, saying that the two of them weren't even opening small accounts anymore, focusing entirely on making money for him, which had brought him several million pounds in net profit in these two to three months.

"There's no such thing as a peaceful life; it's just that someone is bearing the burden for me."

Dylan suddenly wanted to get his hands on the Sorcerer's Stone again.

"I wonder if Dumbledore destroyed the Stone. I haven't heard anything from Nicolas Flamel recently."

Coming to the front of the nest where he kept the small cockroaches and spiders.

Dylan methodically brushed through the refined missions of the spells.

He was currently completing the second refined characteristic mission of Sectumsempra—Fatal Tracking!

The name sounded quite impressive, but Dylan hadn't seen the characteristic description, so he didn't know what the specific ability of this characteristic was.

"Sectumsempra!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Fifty consecutive blades of light shot out, landing in the circle, instantly killing fifty small creatures on the spot.

Dylan threw out another fifty Sectumsempra, the sky full of light like a rainstorm.

As one small creature after another died, the system prompt finally sounded.

——————

[Message]: Congratulations on completing the refined mission of Sectumsempra!

[Message]: You have unlocked the new characteristic of Sectumsempra—Fatal Tracking!

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"Finally done."

This refined mission required him to sever the hearts of four hundred and forty-four creatures with Sectumsempra.

And cockroaches and spiders were so small that a casual slice could cut open their hearts, so Dylan didn't need to aim too carefully.

In short, a wave of spells would always have some small creatures lucky enough to be hit.

Dylan looked up at the system prompt.

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[Fatal Tracking]: When you release Sectumsempra, no matter how your target dodges or apparates, your spell will follow the trajectory of fate, tracking the target and accurately hitting them.

[Note]: Your spell has tracking ability but does not have a 100% armor-piercing ability. The spell's effect can be resisted by the target.

——————

"So, if the opponent throws up a block, my spell will still be blocked?"

Dylan was quite satisfied with this characteristic of Sectumsempra.

Regardless, just this tracking ability that didn't require him to aim was already worth it.

Now his Sectumsempra was the Piu Piu Piu Plus version.

Invisibility + tracking, anyone who came would have to take a hit.

Moreover, the invisibility ability itself already compensated to some extent for the problem of being blocked after tracking the target.

Imagine two people hundreds of meters apart, Dylan secretly throwing out a Sectumsempra. How much vigilance would it take to block it?

"I just don't know if the selection of this target requires seeing it with my eyes, or if as long as I think of a target and throw it out casually, it will hit?"

Dylan planned to try it out sometime.

Looking at the time, it wasn't too early now.

Leaving the suitcase, Dylan didn't see Harry and Ron's figures.

Presumably, they were still thinking about how to sneak into Professor Snape's office to steal materials.

Dylan didn't pay much attention and instead tidied himself up with a cleaning charm, then lay on the bed and began to read a book.

Another Saturday.

Today was also the first Quidditch match of the school year.

Dylan got up very early.

—Although he had promised Harry to watch the match, it didn't mean he would stop exploring knowledge.

—He would wait until the match started before going over.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he opened the door, he saw Wood squatting by the wall.

"Hey, morning, Dylan."

Wood slowly stood up, rubbing his slightly sleepy eyes. When he saw Dylan, he gave a slightly embarrassed smile, waved at Dylan, his voice hoarse.

Dylan was taken aback at the sight. "What time did you squat here? Were you going to wake Harry up? Why didn't you just knock?"

Wood scratched his head awkwardly.

—He certainly wouldn't say that he was afraid of waking Dylan up and then being bombarded by a barrage of spells.

Wood had heard Percy say that during Dylan's time at their house, whether it was goblins or ghouls, they were as well-behaved as clumsy wizards who had their wands confiscated, not daring to react at all.

Combined with the last time he happened to meet the already awake Dylan while trying to wake Harry up for training, he didn't know why, but even though Dylan was a little kid several grades below him,

Wood always felt like he was facing a professor.

—And this professor might attack you at any moment.

This was a bit of an exaggeration.

"I was just—a little nervous. Harry is the core of catching the Golden Snitch. It's okay for him to get a little more rest."

Dylan nodded. "Although you're the Keeper, you should also rest more."

"Serenitas Lux!"

With a light tap of his wand, a magical light fell on Wood, instantly reducing the latter's slight drowsiness.

"Oh! A very useful spell, thank you, Dylan. I feel much better now." Wood looked towards the crack in the door. "Can I go in now?"

"Of course." Dylan made way for Wood.

Wood quickly stood at attention towards Dylan. "Thanks!"

"No need for thanks."

Dylan shook his head, watching Wood cautiously enter the room.

Ignoring Harry and the others, Dylan went straight to the Owlery and fed Luna some high-quality meat strips.

Then he went to the dining hall for a meal.

Along the way, he heard some students who had already woken up chatting, and learned that after Malfoy joined the Slytherin Quidditch team, the entire Slytherin team had switched to new flying brooms—Nimbus 2001.

One grade higher than Dylan's Nimbus 2000.

"I just bought mine not long ago, and they're already releasing a new model? That's a bit unfair."

Dylan planned to change his own flying broom when he went back to Diagon Alley later.

After all, he had learned Voldemort's flying skills but not Apparition.

Now that his flying talent had also reached a considerable level due to various achievement rewards, he naturally had to buy the best broom.

"Of course, if it's too expensive—then forget it. Two thousand isn't unusable anyway. Besides, I can usually just use the Shadowmist Flight to travel."

Ten Galleons could be exchanged for one cubic meter of space. Dylan felt it was better to use the money wisely.

—Yes, Dylan was just such a fickle little wizard.

Acting quite flexibly.

"At worst, directly opening a refined mission for Shadowmist Flight is also a substantial strengthening."

In a sense, this was also adding points!

It was just that it was not only expensive but also very expensive.

Dylan happened to see a potion while reading a book yesterday—the Animagus Transformation Potion.

This potion seemed to be able to help Dylan complete the Animagus transformation.

However, the potion description in that book was only briefly mentioned, so Dylan's main purpose in coming to the library this time was to see if there were any records related to this potion in the restricted section.

"Good morning, Madam Pince."

Although it was still early, Madam Pince was already dressed neatly, sitting leisurely in her librarian's seat.

Seeing Dylan arrive, she slowly raised her eyes.

"Is Lockhart researching potions recently?"

Dylan didn't expect Madam Pince to suddenly ask him this question. He was stunned for a moment, then, recovering, shook his head. "No, I'm not too sure about that. Maybe."

These past two days, while Dylan was reading in the dormitory, he had also heard Ron and the others chatting about Lockhart.

—Ever since the beginning of the school year, there had hardly been a night when Ron returned to the dormitory without mentioning Lockhart.

After Mrs. Norris's incident, although Dylan had rescued her in time, Lockhart would always, anytime, anywhere, regardless of the time, day and night, proclaim to anyone he saw—

If he had been there at the time, he would have directly captured the so-called monster in the Chamber of Secrets alive on the spot!

And he also claimed that he was going to develop a potion that could directly make himself immune to petrification attacks. Once taken, he would never need to fear the threat of petrification again.

Dylan had confirmed this with Professor Snape when they were brewing potions together.

However, regarding this claim, both Dylan and Professor Snape just smiled and let it pass.

Of course, perhaps Professor Snape had also commented on something, such as—

—Now any idiot will jump out and say they understand potions, but they can't even distinguish between Mandrake and foxtail grass, they're even more foolish than the dumbest Gryffindor I've ever seen.

—I bet the potion he brews will poison him first.

—Perhaps he should take the stuff out of his nose and use it as ingredients. I really don't know how he's survived in this world.

—Clearly as ugly as a miscarriage of justice, yet he still parades around in that disgusting outfit. He really should realize that even a donkey is smart enough to teach him.

Professor Snape's evaluation of Lockhart gradually shifted from potions to personal attacks. Dylan didn't dare to say anything about it and could only fully agree and echo his sentiments.

And in the previous class, Dylan felt that Professor Snape had said more words than in the previous ten classes combined.

He didn't know how Lockhart had managed to provoke Professor Snape.

Actually making such a kind and amiable bat professor rage and curse for an entire class without repeating himself.

"Next time you see him, tell him that as a professor, he won't be able to research any potions like this. Tell him to give up as soon as possible. After all, what's the point of only sending two students to find information for him?"

Madam Pince, after confirming the authenticity of the signature, let Dylan into the restricted section.

"Uh, I will."

Dylan blinked, not daring to say much, and quickly went in.

So, he and Hermione used Lockhart's signature to borrow books, and Madam Pince mistakenly thought that Lockhart had instructed them to come and find information for him?

Well, never mind.

Anyway, Lockhart wouldn't specifically explain these things. Even if he met Madam Pince, he would only take the opportunity to boast to her about his great ideals and glorious past.

The former was probably wishful thinking, and the latter was outright deception.

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