Chapter 28: Can This Broom Really Make Me Fly?
"If I'm alone with Dumbledore, will he notice something?"
Putting away the letter, Dylan pondered to himself.
In the past two weeks since school started, he had been running to the offices of various professors every day, but no one had discovered that he had fully mastered the six dark magic spells.
Dylan guessed that this might be the effect of his achievement rewards.
Two of his previous achievements.
One was to make it impossible for others to indirectly track the magical traces he left behind.
The other was to allow him to cast dark magic without being affected by negative emotions, which obviously included the three Unforgivable Curses.
This allowed him to cast Avada Kedavra with a smile.
Because he didn't have any negative emotions, even if others suspected that he had mastered dark magic, they would first doubt themselves.
After all, how could someone without any negative emotions master a full-level dark spell?
In everyone's eyes, Dylan was a diligent, studious, and positive child!
This was the impression that almost every professor had of him.
So naturally, no one questioned whether he had mastered dark magic, which made him much bolder recently, and he was no longer as frightened as he was at the beginning.
However, other professors were other professors, and Dumbledore was Dumbledore.
He had never had any private contact with Dumbledore until now.
He wasn't sure if this legendary wizard, the only one alive in the wizarding world, would notice anything in a private and close-up encounter.
"Forget it, I don't think Dumbledore needs me to thank him in person, right?"
For safety's sake, Dylan still planned to avoid contact with Dumbledore as much as possible, and try not to be alone with him.
The old man was so old and still hadn't retired. He was busy every day, fighting wits and courage with Voldemort, taking care of a bunch of troublesome little kids, and considering whether to increase the salaries of his teachers.
How could he still bother him with his leisure time every day?
Dylan decided that in order to take the lead in advocating for the elderly, he should focus his energy and time on self-study.
"There's still a chapter of Potions to read today, and Divination needs to be studied too. Besides, I just read about the similarity between Transfiguration and Summoning Charms, and I have to finish that quickly."
Dylan felt that there were too many books waiting for him to favor them.
He couldn't satisfy them if he didn't hurry.
"Ah!"
At this moment, Neville suddenly shouted.
Dylan's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned to look.
He saw that Neville was holding a red Remembrall in his hand.
Dylan raised his eyebrows.
A Remembrall turning red meant that Neville had forgotten something important.
But looking at Neville's troubled frown, Dylan knew that even with the Remembrall's reminder, he wouldn't remember what he had forgotten.
"Who gave you the Remembrall?" Ron asked from the side.
"My grandma sent it." Neville held the Remembrall in one hand.
He gently rubbed his chubby cheeks with the other, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his head tilted back, trying to remember.
"But what did I forget?"
Seeing his face turn red, Dylan pursed his lips and took the Remembrall from Neville's hand and put it into his bag.
"Okay, Neville, since you can't remember, it must not be important. If it's important, you'll remember when you really need it."
Neville blinked: "Uh, what if I don't have something prepared when I need it?"
"How do you know that what you need is something you need to prepare in advance?" Dylan asked back, "Anyway, you forgot, didn't you?"
"(υ_υ)..." Neville's expression was slightly sluggish.
Dylan patted him on the shoulder and put a glass of milk in his hand: "I know all the homework assigned by each professor. I don't think there's anything more important than that."
Neville raised his round face and nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."
Soon, Neville forgot about it and quickly started eating breakfast.
After they finished eating, they got up and prepared to go to class.
After Dylan sat down in the first row, he suddenly thought of something.
"Wait, what Neville forgot, could it be..."
Before he could finish his thought, the professor walked in.
Dylan immediately went into study mode.
After class, he chased after the professor and started asking questions as usual.
In the afternoon, it was flying class.
Dylan and Harry came to the open space in front of the castle gate together.
The Slytherin students had also gathered here.
Dylan looked ahead and saw nearly thirty flying brooms, arranged in two rows on the open space.
"Huh? I seem to have forgotten something."
Madam Hooch walked over from a distance.
As soon as he saw the professor, Dylan went into study mode again.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Now, everyone stands on the left side of the flying broom, quickly, quickly!"
Madam Hooch had short gray hair, neatly combed back, with distinct facial features, thick eyebrows, and slightly raised.
As soon as she arrived at the students of the two houses, she quickly directed them to get into class.
The students, who were originally in two groups, quickly formed two lines.
After the first person walked to the flying broom, the others from the same house immediately followed.
Dylan stood with Neville, Harry, and the others.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the flying broom at his feet.
The wood was dark, the bristles were uneven, some were even charred and broken, the tied rope was loose, and there were a few pieces of wood missing at the end.
"..."
He seriously suspected that flying with this broom might cause an accident.
For example, it might fall apart in the middle of the ride.
Even...
"Can this broom really make me fly?"
Wouldn't it even be able to fly?
"Very good, now, extend your left hand, place it above the broom handle, and shout—Up!"
"Up!"
A group of students shouted one after another.
Almost every student succeeded on the first try.
After Dylan shouted, this shabby broom jumped up in place, allowing him to grab the end of the broom.
"To learn to fly, posture is the most important! But before that, I need you to remember the key points of flying, and you must keep the safety precautions in mind!"
Madam Hooch's voice was hoarse but powerful, with a penetrating quality.
(End of chapter)
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