Chapter 69: That Damned Dylan, Did He Put the Imperius Curse on Professor Snape?!
Hearing that name, Malfoy froze. After regaining his balance awkwardly, he quickly turned around. Seeing who it was, he didn't dare to utter a word but glared angrily.
However, the scratches from bird claws still lingered on his face.
"Malfoy, haven't I told you not to provoke my friends?"
Malfoy's expression faltered. "When did you say that?"
Dylan: (_) "Didn't I?"
Recalling his lesson to Malfoy during the last flying class,
it seemed he had only simply scolded him a few times.
Dylan looked at Malfoy seriously. "It doesn't matter, I'm saying it now."
Malfoy: (●●)...
"You really like to meddle in other people's business!" Malfoy glared at Dylan.
Dylan chuckled softly, not caring much about his glare. He slowly raised his hand and gently beckoned to the bird that was still circling above Malfoy's head.
Instantly, the bird flapped its wings and flew over. Its wings gently folded, and it landed steadily on Dylan's shoulder, nuzzling his neck affectionately with its head.
Dylan extended his fingers, stroking the bird's forehead. Then, a faint magical ripple spread from his palm, enveloping the bird.
Gradually, the bird's form blurred until it disappeared.
Malfoy and Neville were both dumbfounded by Dylan's display.
"You can cast spells without a wand?" Malfoy's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Wow, Dylan, you've gotten even stronger!" Neville said with some envy.
Dylan smiled. "I don't like bullying children, but I hope you won't always come and provoke my friends."
"What did you say? Aren't you a child too?"
Malfoy blinked slightly, came back to his senses, and glared angrily.
"No, wait. Are you treating me like your lackey? How dare you order me around, you Gryffindor! I'm a Slytherin!"
Dylan blinked. "Oh? Although I occasionally brew potions with Professor Snape's help, I really didn't know—"
"So Slytherins only know how to bully others by relying on their height and spells, just to please themselves?"
Dylan held his wand in his palm. "That's quite an interesting question. Should I send a message to Professor Snape right now and ask him properly?"
Malfoy's expression stiffened.
Recalling the time he had passed by the potions classroom and peered through the small window, longingly watching Professor Snape intently guiding Dylan in brewing potions,
jealousy instantly burned fiercely in his chest.
Why? Why would Professor Snape tutor a Gryffindor first-year every week? He was a descendant of a pure-blood family, and his talent for potions could not possibly be worse than Dylan's!
For several days and nights, after fantasizing about fighting alongside Harry,
he would imagine himself, like Dylan, being able to stand at the potions table with Professor Snape every week, receiving the professor's one-on-one, meticulous guidance!
But when he carefully prepared countless times and asked Professor Snape for extra lessons, despite being full of confidence each time, he only received a cold refusal!
"That damned Dylan, did he put the Imperius Curse on Professor Snape?!"
He was the one who should have been regarded highly and given special training by Professor Snape as a Slytherin student!!
But...
It had to be said that Dylan's magical talent was simply too good.
If he were a teacher, he would probably also like a student like Dylan who was talented and very hardworking. "Not saying anything? Do you want me to write the letter to Professor Snape? Or should I tell him in person next week when I go for my extra potions lesson? That his students are actually using magic to bully classmates."
Dylan's voice broke Malfoy's internal fantasy.
Hearing that Dylan was actually going to Professor Snape for extra lessons next week, his expression faltered, and then he became so angry that his face turned completely red, like a ripe tomato about to burst.
With an angry snort, the hem of his wizard robes flicked sharply behind him, and Malfoy turned and stormed off.
Watching his retreating figure, Dylan's gaze fell on the wand on the ground.
"Tsk." Dylan sighed helplessly, raised his wand, and whispered a spell.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Instantly, Malfoy's wand on the ground trembled slightly, slowly rose, drew a parabola in the air, and landed steadily in front of Malfoy, who had already walked more than ten meters away.
Malfoy was stunned. His steps suddenly halted. Looking at the familiar wand in front of him, he quickly reached for his pocket.
Wait! He seemed to have accidentally dropped his wand just now!
His shoulders twitched, and he picked up the wand. It took a while before he slowly turned around, his originally angry eyes now filled with a complex emotion.
He hadn't expected Dylan to actually remind him and send the wand to him after he forgot to pick it up.
Instead of taking the wand away to tease him.
Seeing Malfoy's hesitant look,
Dylan pursed his lips. "A wizard should never forget to take their wand—unless you want to try casting spells with your mind and end up attracting a bunch of owls that will only laugh at you."
Malfoy didn't speak, but just pursed his lips and gave Dylan a deep look.
Then he turned around. This time, his steps were no longer so hurried, but rather filled with a bit of contemplation, finally disappearing around the corner of the corridor.
"Thank you, Dylan. Thanks to you again this time."
After Malfoy left, Neville looked up at Dylan with his round, fleshy little face.
Dylan glanced over, but the scene of him being hit by the Transfiguration Charm in Professor McGonagall's office flashed in his mind.
He quickly shook his head.
No, no, no, he certainly didn't think Neville looked like a little fat pig.
"It's nothing, let's go. Let's hurry up and eat, it's getting late."
Neville nodded, holding the crystal ball his grandmother had given him, and went to the dining hall with Dylan.
Harry and the others were still eating.
Dylan went over with Neville.
As soon as Neville sat down, he immediately told Ron and Hermione about what had just happened in the corridor.
Hermione looked at Dylan in surprise. "Wandless magic? You learned wandless magic in your first year? That's impossible! I've tried many times, and there's absolutely no effect!"
Dylan smiled modestly. "Maybe it's because I'm exceptionally talented. Merlin is looking after me."
Hermione: (.) Harry, Ron: (°°) Neville nodded frantically beside him. "Dylan is really amazing! If it weren't for him, Malfoy would have locked my legs!"
"It was nothing~" Having simply gained a loyal follower, Dylan waved his hand with a smile and took a steak.
(End of chapter)
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