Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 28 Can this broom make me fly?

"If I stay alone with Dumbledore, won't he notice anything?"

Dylan put the envelope in his hand away and thought to himself.

During the first two weeks of school, he ran to various professors' offices every day, but no one discovered that he had completely mastered the six black arts.

Dylan estimated that this might be the effect of his achievement reward.

Two achievements he had previously completed.

One of them is that it can prevent others from indirectly tracking the magic traces he created.

The other one allows him to ignore negative emotions and release black magic, which obviously also includes the three unforgivable curses.

This allowed him to cast Avada Kedavra while smiling.

Because he has no negative emotions, even if others want to doubt that he has mastered black magic, they will first doubt themselves.

After all, how could a person without any negative emotions master the full-level black magic spell?
No matter who you look at, Dylan is a hardworking, studious and positive kid!
This is the impression Dylan gets from almost every professor he meets.

So naturally no one questioned whether he had mastered the black magic, which made him a lot braver recently and no longer as frightened as at the beginning.

However, other professors are other professors, and Dumbledore is Dumbledore.

He has not had any private contact with Dumbledore until now.

He wasn't sure whether this legendary magician in the wizarding world would notice anything when they were alone and in close proximity.

"Forget it. I don't think Dumbledore needs me to thank him in person, right?"

To be on the safe side, Dylan planned to avoid contact with Old Dumbledore as much as possible and try not to be alone with him.

He is such an old man, but he has not retired yet. He is busy every day, fighting wits and courage with Lao Fu Zi, taking care of a group of troublesome little kids, and considering whether the salary and benefits of his teachers should be increased.

How can you disturb other people's leisure every day?
Dylan decided that in order to take the lead in calling for kindness to the elderly, he should focus all his energy and time on self-study.

"I still have one chapter of Potions left to read today, and I have to study Divination as well. Besides that, I just happened to read about the similarities between Transfiguration and Summoning spells, so I have to read that as well."

Dylan felt that there were too many books waiting for him to enjoy.

If you don't put in some effort, you won't be able to satisfy them.

"ah!"

Just then, Neville suddenly shouted.

Dylan's thoughts were interrupted and he turned to look.

Neville was holding a red memory ball in his hand.

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

The memory ball turned red, indicating that Neville had forgotten something important.

But when Dylan saw Neville's distressed frown, he knew that even with the reminder of the memory ball, he would not be able to remember what he had forgotten.

"Who gave you this memory ball?" Ron asked from the side.

"My grandma sent it." Neville held the memory ball in one hand.

He gently rubbed his chubby cheek with one hand, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes narrowed into slits, his head tilted back slightly, trying hard to search in his mind.

"But what have I forgotten?"

Seeing that his face was flushed, Dylan pursed his lips, took the memory ball from Neville's hand, and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

"Okay, Neville, if you can't remember it, then it must not be important. If it is important, you will naturally remember it when it really happens to you."

Neville blinked. "Well, what if something happens and I don't have anything prepared in advance?"

"How do you know you're going to run into something that requires you to prepare in advance?" Dylan asked. "You've forgotten it anyway, haven't you?"

"(υυ)..." Neville's expression was a little dull.

Dylan patted his shoulder and put a glass of milk in his hand. "I am very clear about the homework assigned by each professor. I think there is no more important thing besides this." Neville raised his round face and nodded in agreement. "That makes sense."

Neville quickly put the matter behind him and started eating breakfast.

After finishing their meal, they got up and prepared to go to class.

After Dylan sat down in the first row, he suddenly had some thoughts in his mind.

"Wait, what Neville forgot, could it be..."

Before he could collect his thoughts, the professor walked in.

Dylan also immediately entered the learning state.

After class, he even chased the professor and started asking questions as usual.

Wait until the afternoon flying class.

Dylan, Harry and the others came to the open space in front of the castle gate.

The little wizards of Slytherin also gathered here.

Dylan looked ahead and saw nearly thirty broomsticks placed in two rows in the open space.

"Huh? I think I forgot something."

Madam Hooch was approaching from a distance.

As soon as he saw the professor, Dylan entered the learning state again.

"Good afternoon, young wizards! Now, everyone stand on the left side of your broomsticks! Quick!"

Madam Hooch had short grey hair that was neatly combed back, a well-defined face, and thick, slightly raised eyebrows.

As soon as she came to the young wizards of the two academies, she quickly directed everyone to quickly enter the class state.

The freshmen who had been grouped in two groups quickly split into two rows.

After the first person walked to the broom, people from the same school immediately followed.

Dylan also stood with Neville and Harry.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the flying broom at his feet.

The wood was dark in color, the bristles were uneven, some were even charred and broken, the binding ropes were loose, and there were a few wooden boards missing from the end.

"..."

He seriously suspected that something unexpected might happen if he flew into the sky on this flying broom.

For example, it may fall apart while you are riding.

even……

"Can this broom still make me fly?"

It can’t even fly, right?
"Very good. Now, extend your left hand, place it just above the broom handle, and yell—Get Up!"

"stand up!"

A group of little wizards shouted one after another.

Basically every freshman passed the exam in one try.

After Dylan shouted, the tattered broom suddenly jumped up on the spot, allowing him to hold the end of the broom.

"If you want to learn how to fly, posture is paramount! But before that, I need you to remember the key points of flying, and you must keep the safety precautions firmly in mind!"

Madam Hooch's voice was hoarse but powerful, with a penetrating quality.

(End of this chapter)