Hermione: How Can This Guy Study Even Harder Than I Do?

"You're already studying Advanced Transfiguration?"

Hermione's voice rose, tinged with disbelief.

How can this guy study even harder than I do?

Dylan looked over, realized it was the little girl, and nodded. "Yeah, but the Advanced Transfiguration Spell isn't easy to learn. You have to spend time studying it."

Hermione blinked. He must be showing off, right?

For some reason, she suddenly felt like competing with Dylan.

Isn't it just Advanced Transfiguration?

Once I've mastered Beginner Transfiguration, I can continue studying it in greater depth too!

"Neville, when you're studying the 'Standard Book of Spells,' remember to pay attention to certain details. I read some things in 'Eighteenth-Century Charms' and discovered that parts of the two books contradict each other."

Dylan cautioned Neville, "On that matter, I'll ask a professor after term begins and tell you the details."

"...Uh, thanks." Neville was still utterly confused.

What Standard Book of Spells? What Eighteenth-Century Charms?

He remembered that the "Standard Book of Spells" was supposed to be their textbook, but what was "Eighteenth-Century Charms"?

He had never even heard of it!

Seeing that everyone around him had fallen silent, Dylan continued eating.

He left behind a group of stunned Little Lions, who stared blankly at this person who seemed somehow different from them.

After Dylan put down his fork,

Dumbledore waved his hand lightly once more.

The food before everyone vanished one after another.

Dumbledore also rose to his feet.

"Everyone, the new term is about to begin. Be sure to remember the restricted areas I mentioned, especially the corridor on the right-hand side of the Fourth Floor of the Library. You must not go near it."

"At the same time, do not cast spells in the corridors between classes. It's dangerous."

"Finally, the Quidditch House Team is recruiting new players. Anyone interested can contact Madam Hooch, though tryouts will begin in the second week of this term."

As for the various restricted areas of Hogwarts that Dumbledore had mentioned,

Dylan took note of them all in his little notebook with great seriousness.

It wasn't that he intended to visit those places. He had simply forgotten completely which areas of the school were forbidden.

There was no need for him to explore those areas now.

For the moment, all he needed to do was constantly learn about magic, study magic, and deepen his understanding of magic.

That continued until the opening feast came to a complete end.

Dylan and Neville followed Percy's lead.

A group of Little Lions arrived at the Gryffindor dormitory tower.

Dylan and Neville were assigned to the same dormitory.

"Great! We can live together from now on!"

Neville was delighted, only to realize excitedly that he had lost Trevor again.

"Oh no! My Trevor!"

His excitement abruptly came to an end.

Dylan was somewhat helpless. "Trevor, fly here!"

He cast the spell again.

Trevor soon floated back over.

Once again, just as he was about to reach Neville, Dylan cut off the flow of magic.

Neville didn't mind at all and hurriedly scooped Trevor back into his arms.

Dylan didn't have much of a reaction to being assigned to the same dormitory as Neville.

All things considered, having a roommate he was already fairly familiar with was more convenient than dealing with new classmates.

When he reached his luggage, he found that the House-elves had already put away the packages he had sent over.

Just as he was preparing to unpack, three more people entered the dormitory.

"Hey, hello. My name's Ron."

A small redhead darted in front of him.

Dylan glanced at him. "Hello."

"Hi. We're roommates from now on." Harry walked in as well.

"I'm Seamus. Please take care of me from now on."

Dylan looked at them and nodded. "I'm Dylan."

He hadn't thought much of it at first, but after meeting these roommates, he suddenly realized that Neville had originally shared a dormitory with Harry.

That meant his arrival had pushed someone who would originally have lived in this dormitory into another one.

Whatever. A bed's a bed.

Dylan couldn't be bothered to think about it any further.

Having mastered six max-level Dark Magic spells, he wasn't particularly concerned about the various events Harry might encounter later.

If anyone dared to cause trouble, he would start with Crucio, follow up with Fiendfyre, and finish by throwing out Avada Kedavra!

Even if the magic within him was perhaps not as abundant as that of an adult wizard,

under the cover of a surprise attack, no one would be able to avoid getting hit.

Dylan tidied up his luggage, leaving the rest for tomorrow.

Before getting into bed, he waved his wand lightly.

"Scourgify!"

He gave the entire bed and his body a quick cleaning,

then kicked off his shoes with his heels and climbed into bed.

Dylan swung his lower legs twice and stretched luxuriously.

"Magic really is the ladder of human civilization~"

With Scourgify, he didn't even need to bathe, and he didn't need to clean the bedsheets either.

That also meant he no longer needed to hang out his clothes or dry his socks.

Who knew how troublesome it had been to clip one pair of socks after another onto the rack!

After hanging them up, he still had to let them dry in the sun, and after that, he had to collect them.

Too much trouble!

"I'm going to sleep. Good night, everyone."

Dylan had just lain down when Ron couldn't help staring. "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

Dylan glanced at the Young Wizard's robes he was wearing and shook his head with a smile.

The next moment, something magical happened.

Under the gazes of Neville, Harry, and the other two,

the robes on Dylan's body actually vanished without a trace.

He slipped straight into the blankets.

"W-what kind of magic is that..."

"I have a Space Pocket~"

Dylan turned over, presenting his back to everyone, and closed his eyes.

Harry, Ron, and the others exchanged glances.

They were all somewhat envious.

At that moment, a thought couldn't help surfacing in Harry's mind.

Magic! I have to study magic properly!

The others tidied up casually as well before getting into bed.

After all, they had only just met and were still unfamiliar with one another, so it wasn't easy to talk about too many things.

The night passed.

When morning came,

Dylan's biological clock naturally woke him up.

He sat up and stretched once more.

He took his Wizard Robes from his Inventory and put them on before turning to look at the others in the dormitory.

No one had been woken by his movements. Every one of them was sleeping soundly.

Like the dead.

"Quite peaceful."

Dylan glanced at the time.

"Still early."

He planned to go take a look at the Owl he had just bought.

He brought his textbooks and used Scourgify to clean himself once more.

Only then did he leave the dormitory.

"Oh, child, good morning. You're the first one up."

After Dylan walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room,

the Fat Lady's portrait yawned and looked somewhat surprised.

"Good morning, Fat Lady."

Dylan smiled at her, then turned and headed straight for the Great Hall.

Before seeing the Owl, he naturally had to get something to eat first.

He took a glass of milk and two slices of toast, spread jam over one slice, and finished it in a few bites.

After downing the glass of milk, he headed toward the Owlery.

"Hey~ Luna! I've come to see you~"