Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 135: Professor McGonagall

"The book says that rather than using Mandrake to brew a potion to aid Animagus transformation, it's better to hold the Mandrake leaves directly in your mouth."

Ten thirty in the morning.

Dylan sat in the library, gently closing the forbidden book in his hands.

He hadn't found a specific potion recipe, but he had seen a suggestion with unknown efficacy.

"Professor McGonagall also said that Mandrake has the effect of allowing wizards to transform back into human form. If one wants to practice Animagus, perhaps one can use this magical plant to generate some assistance."

Dylan rubbed his chin, pretending to put the book in his pocket, but in reality, he directly stored it in his space.

"But to keep holding Mandrake leaves all the time, how uncomfortable would that be?"

The record he saw in this forbidden book was that holding Mandrake leaves in the mouth could allow a wizard's aura to merge with the leaves.

This could make the process of a wizard trying to transform themselves smoother and more effective.

Professor McGonagall had also told him this.

"Fortunately, Mandrake leaves detached from the main plant aren't poisonous. Since I have to hold them anyway, I'll just try it for a few days and see what happens."

Dylan thought for a moment, then took out a relatively small leaf, placed it in his mouth, and pressed it under his tongue.

The moment the edge of the leaf touched his taste buds, Dylan felt a slightly bitter, cool sensation rush to his brain.

"Why does this always feel a bit unreliable..."

The library was almost empty at this time.

Even Madam Pince had completely locked the door after Dylan left the restricted section, preparing to head to the Quidditch pitch.

When the time was almost right, Dylan also left the library and walked towards the Quidditch pitch.

The air at the moment was slightly muggy. It had just rained heavily, but it hadn't cooled down the weather. The entire Hogwarts was still covered by a thick layer of clouds.

"You finally came! I saved a seat for you!"

As soon as Dylan walked into the stands, Ron waved at him hurriedly, then pointed to an empty seat beside Neville, before turning his head back to the pitch, almost standing up.

Dylan raised an eyebrow, walked over, and said to Neville, "The seat he saved for me, how come you're occupying it?"

Neville chuckled. "Ron asked me to save it for you, but I was also saving a seat for you myself."

Dylan understood and sat down.

At this moment, the Gryffindor team was entering the field.

This match seemed to be Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Apart from the Slytherins booing, the other three houses were all cheering for the Gryffindor team with raised arms.

Soon, the match began, and a dozen brooms soared into the sky as Madam Hooch blew her whistle.

There were four balls used in a Quidditch match.

One red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and one golden Snitch.

Scoring a goal with the Quaffle was worth ten points. Bludgers protected teammates and interfered with opponents.

The golden Snitch was to be caught by the Seeker. Catching it would directly end the match and award one hundred and fifty points.

As soon as the match began, the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams fiercely clashed in mid-air.

Only Harry and Malfoy flew high above.

Harry looked left and right, gazing around.

Malfoy stopped in front of Harry, turned his backside towards him, and occasionally wiggled the broom he was riding below.

—He was probably showing off his new flying broom to Harry, but the movements were a bit strange.

And just as Malfoy was showing off his broom, a Bludger suddenly shot towards Harry.

Fortunately, Harry's reaction ability was quite good.

Besides the results of his usual training, Dylan would also occasionally throw a spell at him for practice.

If Harry couldn't dodge in time, he would have to bear the effects of the spell Dylan was practicing.

Dylan had even earned a title because of this: [Defeated the Savior].

However, the reward was very ordinary, only slightly increasing the speed of his spells.

But it was precisely because of this that it was even more difficult for Harry to dodge usually.

However, the more difficult it was, the more it could train a person's abilities.

Although the Bludger was fast, it only grazed Harry's cheek and didn't really hurt him.

When Malfoy saw the Bludger almost hit Harry, his eyes widened, but seeing that the other was fine, he quickly regained his composure.

Fred rushed forward and hit the Bludger towards the Slytherin side.

However, strangely, the Bludger had only flown halfway before it turned sharply and flew back towards Harry at high speed again.

This scene made Ron, who had been watching Harry the whole time, slam his hand on the railing below him.

"What's going on again? Is someone trying to attack Harry again?"

He turned his head and asked Hermione and Dylan and the others, "Can you see anyone chanting curses? Hagrid isn't here, we don't even have binoculars!"

Hermione and the others all shook their heads.

When the Bludger attacked Harry repeatedly, Gryffindor quickly requested a time-out.

However, when Madam Hooch announced the suspension of the match, the Bludger, which had been trying to attack Harry, suddenly stopped.

Wood complained to Madam Hooch that the Bludger must have been tampered with, but Madam Hooch simply didn't believe it.

—After all, the balls used in the Quidditch pitch were all kept by her personally, and no one could have tampered with the Bludger under her watch.

And after Madam Hooch's several verifications, she didn't find any problems at all.

This meant the match had to continue.

Dylan, sitting beside Neville, looked at the center of the pitch, his eyes moving slightly.

"Maybe I should get a house-elf too."

The Bludger was obviously the work of Dobby, the house-elf who was trying to prevent Harry from continuing to stay at Hogwarts.

And Dylan couldn't even sense what kind of spell the other party had cast on the Bludger.

This showed that the magical paths of wizards and house-elves seemed to be really different. They had their own unique magic and could even cast spells without wands.

"But house-elves are generally passed down through families, so they probably can't even be bought on the black market."

Thinking of how Dobby could even directly blast old Malfoy away with a wave of his hand, Dylan's eyes suddenly became eager.

"Maybe after Harry finally helps Dobby break his contract with Lucius, I can seize the opportunity. Maybe just capturing the other party will trigger some achievement reward that allows direct contracting."

House-elves had many uses.

Unique magic, wandless casting, unrestricted instant teleportation...

Besides this, they could also help him clean his room, cook delicious food...

"Looking at it this way, it feels like a house-elf is much more useful than Norberta?"

Thinking of his own little dragon who only knew how to eat and play recently, Dylan shook his head.

"Can't say that. Beta is still very useful. At least she's been very cooperative with me drawing blood recently."

On the pitch, Harry had already found the trail of the golden Snitch.

Dylan watched the Savior chase the golden Snitch while enduring Dobby's well-intentioned attacks, and his mood improved a lot.

It had to be said, Dobby's kindness was not something ordinary people could bear.

At this moment, the golden Snitch kept flying upwards, and Harry could only follow it, hurtling through the air at a height of four to five hundred feet.

If Harry was knocked down by that Bludger...

"Only four to five hundred feet. The Savior can definitely handle it."

Suddenly, the Gryffindor students stood up excitedly.

—Harry, enduring the Bludger's attack, "whooshed" towards Malfoy.

When Malfoy initially saw Harry being attacked by the Bludger, he was a bit angry about who was playing these underhanded tricks. But the next second, he saw Harry charging towards him with a look of wanting to take them both down, scaring his little face even paler.

However, in the end, Harry only stopped in front of him, his arm stretched straight out, passing beside his head, and a buzzing sound came.

Malfoy turned his head and saw that Harry had already caught the golden Snitch.

—It had just been above his head!

"You—" Malfoy looked at Harry with a complicated expression. Just as he was about to say something, Harry's hand went limp, and he dove straight downwards, startling Malfoy again.

But fortunately, Harry could still control the trajectory of his broom, finally landing back on the ground just in time.

A group of people went straight over to surround him.

At such moments, there was always one person who would rush to the forefront.

—"Hey! Make way, the Savior is injured! I'm going to use a spell to heal him! You, the kid with the camera, remember to take a handsome picture of me!"

Lockhart clearly hadn't used a spell, and he ran even faster than the other Gryffindor teachers and students, rushing to Harry's side at the first moment, rolling up his sleeves and about to cast a spell on Harry.

"What? No, wait, I don't need a spell to heal my injuries. I just need to go to the hospital wing!" Harry's eyes widened, looking at Lockhart's raised wand, a hint of fright visible in his eyes.

Harry's arm had been hit twice by the Bludger. Although he hadn't fallen off directly at the time, his arm had fractured.

And Harry's shouts didn't seem to attract anyone's attention—Lockhart's spell had already been cast.

From Dylan's position, he couldn't hear what spell Lockhart had cast, but he saw Harry suddenly let out a scream after Lockhart used magic.

"Ah! My hand! I can't feel my arm anymore—!!!"

The surrounding people scattered, revealing Harry's figure.

Dylan looked over, and Lockhart still had that pompous look, nodding and laughing. "Yes, you have a fracture, so I made your bones disappear so you wouldn't feel the pain."

"But you clearly shouted 'Reparo'!" Harry looked at his limp arm, like a water-filled cloth bag, drooping on the ground without any support, the skin and flesh looking particularly loose because of the lack of bone support.

Harry felt like he was about to faint from fright.

"Maybe you misheard. You can go to the hospital wing now. I think your friend—Mr. Weasley—will be happy to take you there. Remember to explain to Madam Pomfrey that I didn't want Harry to be in too much pain—go on, let her fix you up again."

"Make way, quickly make way!" Ron rushed over, and together with Hermione, supported Harry, who was really about to faint, and skillfully walked towards the hospital wing.

—They had already familiarized themselves with this route.

Hermione had originally still held some reservations about Lockhart, but seeing her friend injured like this by him, she finally completely believed what Dylan had said back then.

When passing by Lockhart, Hermione gritted her teeth and fiercely stepped on Lockhart's foot.

"Hisss!"

In the end, Harry won another Quidditch match for Gryffindor.

—Although the cost was great.

But since the person had been carried away, there was nothing left to see. Dylan slowly followed the crowd in the stands and left.

"My tongue feels numb. Didn't they say Mandrake leaves aren't really poisonous as long as you don't chew them?"

When Dylan was having lunch, Hermione and Ron brought good news about Harry.

"How is he? I mean Harry. Did Lockhart completely make his bones disappear?" Dylan looked at them.

"Madam Pomfrey said he should be fine. Although the bones are gone, they can grow back." Hermione sighed.

"Using Skele-Gro, right?" Dylan asked.

"Yes, Harry has to grow a full twenty-nine bones." Hermione nodded.

Lockhart's magic was as unique as his personality.

"Perhaps I should go ask him how to make an enemy's bones disappear."

Dylan's thoughts churned in his mind.

"This magic is too evil, but I, a second-year wizard comparable to a dark lord, don't have it in my spell repertoire. This is a bit too inconsistent with my status."

Mentioning Harry's condition while receiving treatment from Madam Pomfrey, Ron grimaced beside him.

"Oh my god, I can't imagine how much pain Harry must be in. Looking at his expression at the time, I almost died of pain myself."

Fred and George laughed loudly not far away.

"At least he's alright."

"And we won against Slytherin!"

"That's right, we did something big again!"

Neville sat beside Dylan, sipping his soup and whispering, "Before I came to eat, I saw the Slytherin captain, Flint, scolding Malfoy. They all said Harry had completely blinded Malfoy, making him unable to even see the golden Snitch above his head."

Dylan shrugged, his voice a bit muffled. "That shows Malfoy's eyes weren't on top of his head either."

Neville stifled a laugh. "Dylan, you should stop talking for now. Be careful the Mandrake leaf slips into your soup."

Dylan clicked his tongue. "I clearly didn't drink soup."

After finishing his meal, Dylan really wanted to rinse his mouth, but because of the leaf in his mouth, he couldn't make any big movements.

Dylan could only use a cleaning charm to clean his oral hygiene.

"Is this method Professor McGonagall mentioned really reliable? To keep a Mandrake leaf in your mouth for a whole month? How smelly would it be when you take it out?"

A few more ordinary days passed.

Dylan received some rather bad news during his after-class tutoring with Professor McGonagall.

"What? It's only useful if I hold it during the full moon?!" Dylan's eyes widened.

Professor McGonagall drank the sugared black tea Dylan had conjured with a spell, looked at him pitifully, and nodded lightly. "I thought I made it clear last time. Full moon starts, full moon ends. The next full moon will be before Christmas."

"I'm dizzy..."

Dylan's eyes went black, and he really wanted to leave this world directly.

"Then what about these days I've been holding this bitter Mandrake leaf in my mouth?"

Professor McGonagall gently grasped the handle of her teacup with her right hand, slowly raised it to her lips, and took another sip of the still steaming black tea. The not-too-hot tea slid down her throat.

Looking at Dylan's somewhat collapsed expression, she slightly tilted her head, her eyes filled with pity.

Putting down the teacup, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, pondered for two seconds, and said with concern, "Perhaps... consider it you providing a few days of warm oral cradle for the Mandrake leaf?"

"." Dylan felt that not only was his vision black, but his head seemed to be starting to spin as well.

"Professor, you... I even thought I was talking to Professor Snape just now."

Dylan spat out the Mandrake leaf.

He directly used a levitation charm to fix it in mid-air, with no intention of touching it with his hands.

—He didn't want his hands to become smelly too.

"Throw it in here."

Professor McGonagall's wand flicked gently, and the trash can in the corner floated over.

She raised her wand, and the lid of the trash can was also opened.

Just as Dylan was about to throw the leaf in, the trash can suddenly gave a loud burp.

"Oh dear, what delicious thing is it now?"

Dylan's lips twitched. He waved his hand in front of him, and without needing to use his wand, the Mandrake leaf was flung in.

"What is this? So smelly! Miamiamia~ Vegetarian, delicious!"

Professor McGonagall had a smile hidden in her eyes. She waved her wand again, and the lid of the trash can closed with a "snap," then she moved it back to the corner.

"This is a trash can Albus gave me. It's quite amusing."

Dylan's lip twitches were a bit uncontrollable.

"Was it a birthday gift?"

"Yes, just last month."

"." Dylan forced a dry laugh. "Not bad, not bad, quite—quite imaginative."

"But my favorite is still the birthday gift you gave me. That planner has a herbal fragrance, like mint, with a hint of lemon. I even use it as my aromatherapy now."

Professor McGonagall pointed to the Transfiguration Quidditch planner in the upper right corner of her desk, her smile undiminished.

Dylan chuckled. "As long as you like it."

In fact, the full name of this planner should be—Anytime, Anywhere Transfiguration Quidditch Competition Catnip Planner.

After chatting for a while about Transfiguration Charms and Animagus, Dylan stood up to bid farewell and then turned to leave Professor McGonagall's office.

Although Dylan hadn't found a better way to practice Animagus or a potion that could help with it in the restricted books,

Professor McGonagall had also provided him with a new list of ingredients.

It was a non-potion mixture made from Mandrake leaves that had been held in the mouth for a month, plus some other things.

The ingredients on this list were all easy to obtain. Dylan planned to see how things went during the next full moon.

However, it was at this moment that a piece of news spread like wildfire throughout the school.

—Someone else had been attacked by the Heir and the monster!

Dylan heard about this from Neville during dinner.

The person attacked was Colin, the little fanboy who especially liked to take pictures of Harry on various occasions, and also Ginny's classmate.

He was attacked on his way to visit Harry, and now he was lying in the hospital wing with Harry.

It was said that the two were even in adjacent beds.

"This can be considered a successful fan moment, right?"

While eating, Dylan barely spoke, just listening to Neville telling him about this and that.

Just then, Fred and George walked into the dining hall, their eyes locked on Dylan, heading straight for him in a whirlwind.

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Dylan looked at the two and gestured with his eyes.

George spoke, "Dylan, my sister won't come to eat. No matter how I try to persuade her, it's no use. She won't even listen to Percy!"

Fred nodded in agreement. "Yeah, do you have any good ideas to make her not so gloomy? At least she shouldn't lock herself in the dormitory."

Dylan was taken aback, blinking.

Faced with their earnest requests, he had no choice but to reply, "What's wrong with Ginny?"

Fred looked helpless. "When Mrs. Norris was attacked, Ginny was probably scared. George and I coaxed her for a long time before she wasn't so upset."

George sighed. "But now Colin has been attacked. He's Ginny's classmate."

Fred added, "He means in Charms class."

George nodded. "Yes, her Charms classmate, but no matter what, the result is—"

Fred scratched his head. "She's terrified now. George and I have almost brought out all the prank items we've researched, and she's not interested in any of them!"

George looked heartbroken. "She used to love the prank items we invented the most!"

Dylan pondered for two seconds. "Have you ever considered that perhaps Ginny was just flattering you two older brothers before?"

The twins were stunned.

"You mean—"

"She actually doesn't like the gadgets we make at all? She was just humoring us?"

"That's impossible! She clearly loved them the most!"

Fred and George flatly denied it.

"Then why can't you persuade her now?"

Dylan's one sentence left the twins speechless, and then they sat down, looking dejected.

"Oh my god, I really can't imagine—"

"Ginny has been humoring us all along?"

"She actually doesn't think highly of these prank items we make!"

"She's such a talented little liar!"

Neville turned his head to look at Dylan.

Dylan shrugged slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'd also really like to make Ginny happy again, but I really don't know. Even her own brothers have been rejected by her. What else can I do? Maybe you can have Ginny go see Harry. Maybe her mood will improve."

Fred looked up. "No way—"

George also spoke at the same time, "Harry's arm is terrifying now. I saw it last time I went over."

Fred nodded. "Ginny will definitely have nightmares after seeing it, and be even more scared!"

"Then I really have no idea." Dylan shook his head and continued eating.

By evening, it was unclear what means the two brothers had used, but they finally managed to get Ginny to go out for dinner.

"Anyway, the diary won't really do anything to Ginny. When Harry confronts Tom later, that will be a good time for Cartharus to make an appearance."

Dylan didn't care about this. He planned to ask Professor McGonagall in a couple of days to go to Diagon Alley again and exchange all his current pounds.

—His dad had written to him saying that they had recently made a large sum of money again.

Dylan really wanted to say why they used the word "made" to describe it, which made their family seem very improper, but after seeing the amount of money, he sent back a congratulatory letter, praising his capable father and mother word by word.

This time, the Hawkwoods had made a full one million pounds!

Dylan was very happy.

It seemed that the stocks he had previously guided his dad to speculate in had exploded again.

"Thank you, Professor Trelawney! Who says divination is useless? It's so useful!"

Another week passed, and it was almost the time of the full moon. Dylan had already spoken to Professor McGonagall and applied for a trip off-campus before then to go to Gringotts to exchange money.

Professor McGonagall herself was not very willing to allow it, but the person making the request was not another student but Dylan.

So she agreed.

Friday night before the weekend.

Dylan sat in the common room for a while, reading a book while stroking Coal.

He had to go to the Forbidden Forest again tonight to meet Hagrid.

Actually, it wouldn't be impossible for him to ask Hagrid to help him exchange the money, but Dylan was just afraid that someone would swindle all the money from him on the way.

—Dylan felt that Hagrid was entirely capable of doing such a thing.

The week before last, when he took Norberta to the Forbidden Forest for a secret meeting with Hagrid, Hagrid had said that the expensive little snacks he bought for Norberta had been taken away by someone.

Strictly speaking, he had been swindled.

And it was by a Jarvey.

Dylan didn't know why a Jarvey, which was only found in the Black Forest in Germany, would appear here and swindle several cans from Hagrid.

He even suspected that the so-called Jarvey was actually a dark wizard in disguise, intending to swindle Hagrid's money.

But Hagrid was too poor, and the dark wizard naturally wouldn't be interested in the meat he bought. The relatively valuable cans could be resold for a small profit, so they were swindled away...

With Hagrid like this, how could Dylan trust him to keep the money?

That was one million pounds!

Adding the money he had saved before, all exchanged into Galleons, it would be more than five hundred thousand!

At this moment, a group of young wizards walked into the common room, holding some strange things in their hands.

"Colin, who was petrified and then saved by Professor Snape's potion, said that when he was turned to stone, it was like being dead."

"How terrifying! Speaking of which, what exactly did he see?"

"That guy couldn't explain it clearly either, only saying he saw a blurry shadow, which makes me even more scared."

"Sigh, will this thing you bought really work? It looks like a toy."

"Who says? This is a protective blue crystal! My dad dug it up from that old wizard shop in Diagon Alley for me!"

"Okay, I hope my silver bell pendant will be useful against that monster. My mom said it's a moonlight pendant, made of pure silver, but I always feel like my mom was cheated."

"Ever since I became a wizard, she always says she's met gods, and those gods' messengers also made her believe in some inexplicable thing."

"Huh? I think she really was cheated. Where are there gods in this world? There's only magic! You should write her a letter and ask her carefully."

Hearing the conversation of the group of young wizards, Dylan raised his head slightly, only to see the twins running towards him.

"Hey! Dylan! You're here!"

"Look at this! We've made a fortune selling these!"

"A full seventy Galleons!"

Because there were still more than seven hundred thousand Galleons on his panel, Dylan was a bit slow to react when he suddenly heard that tens of Galleons counted as a fortune.

"That's pretty good."

Looking at the things hanging all over the twins, Dylan blinked.

Fred was covered in large green onions, and there were also many wooden signs with words Dylan couldn't understand engraved on them.

It wasn't Greek or Latin, and it looked a bit like Sanskrit, but it wasn't quite the same.

As for George, the things on him looked much more high-end.

They were amethysts, and in small quantities, but they were hanging everywhere, making him look like an amethyst Christmas tree.

"But the symbols engraved on your charms... did you just draw them randomly? I see they're all different." Dylan asked.

"That's what makes them even more unique! Each one is one of a kind!" George chuckled.

"No one would buy them if they were all the same, and we can't make them all the same anyway." Fred also said with a smile.

Dylan nodded. "No wonder it's you guys. So, you want me to buy one too? You know I don't believe in these things."

"No, no, no." Fred quickly waved his hand.

"We want you to add some magic to these charms!" George said expectantly.

"That's right, now there are a few more guys selling protective charms, and our business is being squeezed really badly!" Fred cried miserably.

"Let me help enchant them?" Dylan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yes, yes, yes." George nodded repeatedly. "The one you did in our bedroom last time."

"The one that can block explosions!" Fred's eyes sparkled.

"I bet! With your spell, we just need to put on a little show for everyone—"

"Our protective charms will sell like crazy!"

The twins said in unison, "How about we give you fifty percent of the profits?"

Dylan: "."

He opened his mouth, wanting to refuse directly. After all, with so many charms, how much time would it take him to enchant them all?

But looking at the expectant gazes of the two brothers, and thinking of their clean but worn-out bedroom.

"Sigh, never mind. Just consider it giving these two simpletons some experience."

After all, they would be doing big business in the future. If he didn't support them now and instead poured cold water on them, it would dampen the children's confidence to some extent.

"I can only try it on these amethysts of yours. Forget the others, I don't have that much time."

The twins, who had already prepared to be rejected, widened their eyes in surprise after hearing Dylan's words.

In fact, they had just come to ask casually, after all, it was their business idea, and the other person probably didn't lack these small earnings.

But there was no harm in asking, and they didn't expect such a pleasant surprise!

The twins thanked him repeatedly.

"Great! Thank you so much, Dylan! May good fortune be with you always!"

"Our whole family will thank your whole family!"

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"If you keep talking nonsense, take your things and leave."

The twins immediately shut their mouths, but still kept their eyes wide open, staring eagerly at Dylan. Their longing looks made Dylan feel an inexplicable fire rising within him.

"Bring the things to my dormitory, and stay away from me!"

Dylan picked up Coal and stood up, returning to his dormitory.

The twins also hurriedly followed behind him, but they obediently kept a certain distance from him.

Perhaps the materials weren't easy to obtain, as Fred and George didn't have too many amethysts. Dylan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He placed all the amethysts on his bed, the crystal blocks clinking as they collided.

Then, Dylan waved his wand.

"Protego!"

A blue light bloomed at the tip of his wand, like a haze, enveloping the amethysts before him.

Using Protego on them individually would naturally not last long. If he wanted the spell's duration to be longer, he would need another spell.

"Permanent Sticking Charm!"

Dylan's technique was already very skilled. His wand drew smooth arcs in the air, and the moment his incantation left his lips, ripples appeared in the air.

The blue aura enveloping the amethysts gradually distorted and spread towards the amethysts.

The twins even saw a few strands of golden texture within the blue light, and they widened their eyes in amazement.

Until the Protego charm slowly permeated the interior of the amethysts.

The amethysts, which had looked somewhat inferior before, now appeared more lustrous, the purple and blue lights intertwining and merging, the boundary between the two gradually blurring.

Before long, the spell was completed, and the crystal protective charms were finished.

"Okay, done?" Fred's eyes widened.

"So fast??" George was a bit dumbfounded.

Dylan glanced at the two. "Don't think I did it very quickly—"

"Actually, it wasn't slow at all either?" the twins said simultaneously.

Rolling his eyes, Dylan waved his hand.

"Go on, you two. Hurry up and take these charms out to do business."

"The Permanent Sticking Charm can't really maintain the Protego effect permanently. Until the magic fades, these charms will just turn back into ordinary amethysts."

"I didn't expend too much magic on this, understand?"

Hearing this, the twins didn't dare to delay any longer. With a quick grab, they collected all the amethysts on the bed.

"Yes Sir! Mission guaranteed!"

"Fifty percent profit, don't worry, madam!"

Dylan raised his wand, preparing to directly cast a Fiendfyre curse.

Fortunately, the two brothers ran fast, and weren't directly burned to ashes.

Dylan rolled his eyes again and retracted his wand.

Late at night, Dylan put on the Shadow Ring and, with Coal's ability, transformed into a shadow, leaving Hogwarts Castle and entering the Forbidden Forest.

Silently traversing the Forbidden Forest, he arrived at the cave he had agreed to meet Hagrid at and summoned Norberta.

Beta had grown a lot now, but fortunately, the cave wasn't small, still able to accommodate her without her flying around randomly.

Hagrid arrived not long after, carrying a large pile of meat on his back—almost taller than himself.

"You're late."

Hagrid awkwardly put down the meat, then personally cut it into small pieces, happily feeding the dragon.

At the same time, he apologized to Dylan, "Sorry, I ran into a little fella. Haven't seen him in a long time, so I was a bit late."

"A little fella? What magical creature could make you so concerned?"

Hagrid looked at Dylan, then at Norberta, hesitated for a moment, and still said, "It was a unicorn. It was almost killed, but luckily I arrived in time, otherwise it would have fallen victim to You-Know-Who."

Hearing this, Dylan's eyes lit up. "A unicorn?"

Was it the one Quirrell almost killed?

Wasn't that the one he had saved!

It had been hiding from him all this time, and now it had come out again?

Dylan really wanted to take all the things Hagrid had brought and leave with Norberta, but he restrained himself.

"Yes, a unicorn. Its injuries are much better now," Hagrid said in a muffled voice.

"You said it hasn't appeared for so long. Could it have encountered some accident?" Dylan asked, seizing the opportunity.

"Probably not. Maybe its herd stopped it from coming out on its own, after all, it's still young."

Hagrid shook his head. "When I saw it, there wasn't a single injury on it. It had become as beautiful as before."

"I see." Dylan understood.

Although that unicorn didn't look small, compared to the lifespan of a unicorn, it was probably still tiny.

After encountering danger last time, it was normal for its elders to stop it from going out to play.

It was probably released again now that it had been peaceful for half a year and they felt there was no danger.

Dylan thought for a moment, and only when the time was almost right did he call Norberta to his side, store her in his space, and then bid farewell to Hagrid.

Hagrid was still quite reluctant to part. Dylan, as usual, instructed him to strictly keep this matter a secret and never reveal it to anyone.

Otherwise, the dragon would be taken away, and he, as well as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid himself, would be implicated. Even the Savior hadn't saved the world again but would instead be locked up in Azkaban first.

The Ministry of Magic wouldn't care if you were an adult or not.

Of course, if it wasn't a particularly serious problem, like Barty Crouch Jr. directly participating in dark magic activities as a Death Eater, they usually wouldn't be locked up.

But was privately raising a dragon considered a particularly serious problem?

Anyway, Dylan didn't want to risk it.

He didn't want to expose his Cartharus alias just yet.

Hogwarts was so good, going against the entire wizarding world was impossible. There were too many troubles for independent cultivators. Only by constantly exploiting the school's resources could they barely maintain their lives. Moreover, the people inside spoke so pleasantly. Dylan really liked staying here.

Leaving the cave, Dylan didn't return to his dormitory to sleep immediately but wandered around the Forbidden Forest.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed through the dark forest.

Dylan immediately followed, struggling to chase through the dense branches and tangled roots.

Finally, in a clearing bathed in moonlight, the figure stopped.

Dylan fixed his gaze and was both surprised and delighted. It was indeed the unicorn he had saved back then!

"Quick, pay back the money! No, I mean, let me draw blood!"

Unicorn: "."