Dumbledore: They've all been sorted into Gryffindor, so can they still follow Tom's old path?

Dylan was speechless inside.

According to his guess, since Gryffindor had the Sword of Gryffindor and its so-called house legacy,

the other three houses should naturally have legacies left behind by their founders as well.

Therefore, if he could enter Ravenclaw, he would have the chance to explore Ravenclaw's legacy.

Although the Sword of Gryffindor was also very useful, it wasn't particularly suitable for him. He wasn't a swordsman, after all.

"Wonderful! Dylan, we've been sorted into the same house!"

After walking into the Gryffindor Long Table to a round of applause, Dylan went straight over and sat down beside Neville.

He wasn't surprised that the little chubby boy had entered Gryffindor.

However, Professor McGonagall, who was sitting nearby, seemed somewhat surprised.

After her brief interactions with Dylan, she had always believed that he would join Ravenclaw.

She hadn't expected him to end up in Gryffindor.

Still, this came as a pleasantly unexpected surprise to her.

At least he had become one of her students.

Meanwhile.

When Dumbledore, seated at the head of the table, saw Dylan walk toward the Gryffindor Long Table, his eyes narrowed slightly and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Ollivander was being far too cautious."

Two weeks ago, he had received a letter from Ollivander.

Ollivander had told him what had happened when Dylan chose his wand and had warned him to be more careful.

He wanted Dumbledore to prevent Dylan from becoming the next Tom.

However, this Young Wizard had not entered Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Instead, he had become a Gryffindor with a spirit of chivalry.

Therefore, he felt that Ollivander had been overly sensitive.

When all was said and done, a wand merely reflected a person's magical inclination. As long as the Young Wizard was guided properly, Tom's tragedy would not happen again.

The Sorting Hat probably can't detect that I've learned the Unforgivable Curses.

After sitting down, Dylan saw that Dumbledore had not shown any suspicion toward him, and he finally relaxed a little.

Occlumency was still rather difficult for him to study.

Moreover, Dylan was afraid that he might overcomplicate things. Perhaps no one had suspected him in the first place.

If he cast Occlumency on himself first,

then once the others noticed this magic, they would inevitably become curious about what he was trying to hide.

Wouldn't that make him seem even more suspicious?

But to be honest, these so-called Three Unforgivable Curses are nothing special.

After studying them throughout the entire holiday,

his understanding of the Three Unforgivable Curses had grown increasingly profound.

Everyone talked about how cruel these spells were.

Yet during the era of the Four Founders, chaos had been the defining feature of the times.

The Church Purge, the Witch Extermination Movement...

Which magic or method they had used back then hadn't been cruel?

As far as Dylan was concerned, how could spells like Avada Kedavra and the Imperius Curse be called unforgivable?

They couldn't even be ranked among truly evil Dark Magic!

They were nothing more than a few rookie spells!

"Still, after all this time, most records of those Dark Magic spells have probably been lost. Otherwise, how could spells like Avada Kedavra have become Unforgivable Curses?"

Harry and the other new students were successively sorted into their respective houses by the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Ceremony did not take very long.

Dumbledore gave a gentle wave of his hand.

Exquisite and sumptuous food appeared in front of everyone.

Neville had been hungry for a long time. His eyes lit up as he picked up his knife and fork and began cutting into the roast meat in front of him.

Dylan also slowly cut into the steak before him, eating somewhat absentmindedly.

If I had been sorted into Hufflepuff, there would probably be delicious food every day, right?

If one had to make an analogy, Hufflepuff Kitchen was practically the equivalent of a snack street beneath a university dormitory.

Whenever you were hungry, you could just go downstairs and buy something to eat.

In fact, Hufflepuff students didn't even need to go downstairs. The kitchen was right outside their door.

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, Ghost Nick slowly floated over.

The house ghosts also took their seats one after another.

Dylan didn't feel much about it, but quite a few of the surrounding Young Wizards, including some Third Year students, couldn't help shrinking back.

Nick floated past Dylan and flew straight toward Harry, who was seated not far away.

Neville seemed to feel that he and Dylan had become familiar with each other, and he began chatting freely.

He was no longer so awkward and shy. While eating, he would occasionally strike up a conversation with Dylan.

"You have no idea what my Great-uncle did just to see my Magic Talent!"

Dylan listened quietly, only responding when Neville became particularly excited.

From time to time, his gaze also drifted toward Harry, who was seated several places away from him.

Harry was still very shy at this point. He was sitting with Ron, while the Young Wizards around them were showing tremendous interest in him.

Even the presence of a ghost drifting nearby couldn't suppress their desire to chat.

"Dylan, you know so many spells. You must be a very pure-blooded wizard, right? I really didn't expect you to come to Gryffindor too."

Neville's voice wasn't quiet.

This caused quite a few people around them to turn their heads.

Even Harry and Ron looked over.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and examined Dylan.

"Pure-blood Wizard? No, I come from a Muggle Family." Dylan had nothing to hide, so he openly admitted his background.

"Huh? A Muggle Family? Dylan, you're not joking with me, are you?" Neville froze, and the Toad in his arms croaked as well.

"What's there to joke about?" Dylan smiled, completely unconcerned.

"But... the magic you used along the way didn't look like ordinary magic at all!" Neville's mouth fell open.

"Oh, I read a lot of books and textbooks during the holiday. I taught myself all those spells." Dylan explained casually.

However, his words left the surrounding Little Lions even more shocked and disheartened.

What kind of Young Wizard taught himself magic during the holidays?

Weren't holidays supposed to be for playing?

Still, among the crowd, one girl's eyes were shining brightly. It was Hermione.

She raised her head, swallowed the Exploding Bead Vegetable in her mouth, and looked toward Dylan as though she had found a kindred spirit.

Yet she couldn't help comparing Dylan with herself.

When she heard Dylan mention the books he had bought, especially the First Year textbooks, and say that he had only read less than half of them throughout the entire holiday,

she couldn't help feeling somewhat proud.

She had already previewed half of the First Year textbooks!

Not only that, but she had also bought several reference books beyond the textbooks to read!

However, Dylan's next words left her stunned.

"Practicing low-level magic isn't difficult. I don't find the material in the textbooks hard to understand, so I plan to wait until classes begin and listen to the professors explain it once."

"As for material outside the textbooks, I'm currently studying the Guide to Advanced Transfiguration. Some of the problems in it are simply too profound, though. When it comes to performing Animate Transfiguration in a stable and safe manner, I'll still have to ask Professor McGonagall after term begins."

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