Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 30: If you fall into the water, only your mouth will float up
"How are you?"

Madam Hooch immediately strode forward to Neville's side and looked down at the fat boy who was sitting on the lawn with a somewhat stiff expression.

Neville didn't say anything, but tears welled up in his eyes.

It seems that he is really scared.

Dylan walked forward, not caring whether Neville was injured or not.

"Episkey!"

The wood texture of the wand was faintly visible in the dim light.

As he waved it lightly, a faint, soft golden light shot out from the tip of the wand.

Neville finally came to his senses and looked at his knees.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Dylan raised his eyebrows. His proficiency in the levitation spell was already quite high, but the little fat boy was indeed a little overweight.

As a result, he was in a hurry and was unable to completely offset the impact of the opponent's fall.

It's probably a minor scratch, but it shouldn't be a big deal.

And with the help of his several spells, at least it seems that Neville did not suffer any serious internal injuries.

At most, I was a little scared.

Drink a few bottles of potion to make it bitter, and that's about it.

Madam Hooch was still holding a wand in her hand at this time, but she was staring blankly at Dylan who was circling Neville three times, as if checking whether the little wizard had suffered any other injuries.

"Madam Hooch, my Healing As New may not be able to completely heal Neville's wounds, and if he has internal injuries, it will be difficult for us to detect them."

Dylan looked up at Madam Hooch and said, "So, please take him to the school infirmary."

Madam Hooch came back to her senses, glanced at Dylan, and nodded gently: "You did very well."

She hadn't thought that she would be a flying class professor.

When it comes to handling student accidents, they don’t even do as good a job as a first-year student.

This is actually because she has seen too many flight accidents, and she feels that the little wizard still needs more training before he can learn to fly well.

But when I think about her standards, I can't treat first-year students in the same way.

After Madam Hooch helped Neville up, she turned around and looked at Dylan again while thinking.

"You reacted quickly and handled the situation very appropriately. Five points from Gryffindor for that!"

"Wow!"

A group of Gryffindor lion cubs suddenly cheered.

The little snakes from Slytherin all pouted with a look of dissatisfaction on their faces.

"Now, everyone, put your broomsticks back in their proper places. No one is allowed to attempt to fly until I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital and return!"

Before leaving, Madam Hooch sternly warned all the young wizards: "If anyone dares to fly without permission, they will be expelled!"

Dylan did not go with Madam Hooch to take Neville to the school infirmary.

After Madam Hooch left, a group of young wizards stood there in a daze.

Suddenly, Malfoy came out with a broom.

"Hey, did you see that fat guy's face? Oh my god, that's hilarious! How could someone not be able to hold a broom?"

Malfoy's voice was quite arrogant.

Harry and Ron immediately looked over with dissatisfaction.

Malfoy looked back provocatively, his little mouth still chattering.

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

He remembered that in the flying lesson, Malfoy seemed to have a conflict with Harry because he got Neville's memory ball.

This time he had stuffed Neville's memory ball into his backpack in advance and didn't bring it with him. He didn't expect Malfoy to stand up and make trouble. He walked straight up to Malfoy.

Malfoy paused.

The spells that Dylan just cast in succession were beyond the ability of even a Slytherin like him.

Coupled with Dylan's excellent performance in every class over the past two weeks, Malfoy unconsciously felt inferior to his enemies.

"What do you want to do?" Malfoy glared at Dylan fiercely, "Everyone from our school is here!"

He looked around at the young wizards in Slytherin, but none of them dared to look at Dylan and lowered their heads.

"You..." Malfoy choked.

Dylan's eyes were calm. "Mr. Draco, I don't know how you, being so stupid, managed to survive in this cold and indifferent world."

"what?!"

Malfoy's eyes widened as he looked at Dylan in disbelief, as if he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.

"Do you know who my mother is? How dare you talk to me like that? Your parents are just Muggles!"

This time, Dylan's gaze changed.

It becomes like looking at a fool.

"I mean, failure is the mother of success, and you just kind of can't live without your mom."

Dylan didn't want to argue with a little wizard; it was too boring.

Moreover, he didn't want to care whether Malfoy liked Harry or not. Because of his awkward male chauvinism, he just wanted to express his love by bullying Harry.

He doesn't want to be everyone's spiritual mentor, nor can he become one.

So when Malfoy was about to open his mouth again.

He raised his wand and said, "Silencio!"

In an instant, an invisible magic force was like a tight hoop, instantly locking Malfoy's throat.

Malfoy stopped abruptly before he could blurt out the vicious curse he had racked his brains to come up with.

Only a pair of wide-open eyes remained, burning with flames of anger and astonishment.

He pried open his tightly closed mouth, his harsh lips trembling slightly due to the force, and his cheeks bulged.

It looked like an enraged pufferfish that was suddenly silenced.

He pulled out his wand, trying to undo the spell Dylan had cast.

However, he had not mastered either the spell to stop the movement immediately or the spell to break the sound, and could not use them.

Compared to Dylan's ability to cast spells smoothly, the difference is obvious.

The Gryffindor lion cubs nearby all burst into laughter.

Ron and Harry rushed to Dylan, their faces full of excitement.

But Dylan stopped them from mocking Malfoy.

"As a pure-blood wizard from Slytherin, I hope you can improve in magic instead of becoming a guy who falls into the water and only his mouth comes up."

Dylan flicked his wand, breaking the spell.

Malfoy was still glaring at Dylan, but he didn't dare say another word.

He didn't expect that this Gryffindor guy was not only smart, but also knew so many spells.

The key is!
His mouth is even more poisonous than those Slytherins!

"I hope you can keep quiet and don't disturb me."

Shaking his head, Dylan put the broom back where it was.

Then he sat down on the lawn, took out the instructions for safe use of potions, and read them carefully over and over again.

(End of this chapter)