She Became the Young Wizards' Spiritual Mentor

Harry, Ron, and the others all stared with their mouths agape, terror still written across their faces.

But a moment later, they blinked.

"What are these things you're talking about?"

Dylan: "..."

He explained, "Some aggressive Magical Creatures, and they don't look very nice, either."

Hiss!

Ron sucked in another sharp breath.

Dylan looked at him.

"So, do you still think learning Charms is something you can take lightly?"

He spoke one word at a time.

"The reason Professor McGonagall reprimanded you so harshly was that she didn't want you to become careless or negligent. A Transfiguration Spell could cost you your life."

"It could not only turn you into another creature and leave you living as it, but if anything went wrong while you were performing Animate Transfiguration, you might not even make it to the point where you became another form. You could turn into a puddle of Pile of Flesh."

At the same time, if anything went wrong while you were performing Animate Transfiguration, you might not even make it to the point where you became another form. You could turn into a puddle of Pile of Flesh.

"My God!"

Dylan's explanation made everyone around them feel a little sick.

They looked again at the various Meat Chunks laid out before them.

Quite a few Young Wizards turned pale and covered their mouths.

Ron swallowed, hesitated for a moment, then mumbled, "I know I was wrong."

Dylan smiled. "As long as you understand that Transfiguration Spells aren't simple to learn, but dangerous, that's enough."

Harry took a sip of water. "Dylan, I tried for the entire class, but I couldn't even turn the match into a little iron rod. I couldn't even make it into metal. How did you turn yours into a needle?"

Ron nodded and added, "And you even turned it into a brooch!"

The reason they were asking Dylan now instead of asking Hermione earlier, even though she had also successfully transformed her match, was—

It was because Hermione might have learned a lot, and her understanding of Spells was deeper than theirs.

But Dylan always gave people a friendly, approachable feeling. Even after earning ten points in class, he hadn't shown off to anyone, but accepted it with humility.

Unlike Hermione.

Whenever she achieved even a minor success, she seemed eager to look down on everyone.

They didn't want to talk to Hermione too much, much less ask her for guidance.

That was their aversion to an arrogant attitude, as well as their instinctive resistance when faced with a gap in ability.

Usually, Hermione was the classic example of someone who, because she had been excessively outstanding as a child, would be isolated by the other children.

When they were young, children like her were often isolated by their peers.

"How did I do it?"

Dylan smacked his lips.

How else could I have done it?

Raise the wand, recite the Spell, draw on magic power, and cast the spell.

Then it just worked.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Why don't you first tell me how you understand Transfiguration Spells? Or rather, how do you use them?"

Harry was the first to speak. "I just recited the incantation the professor taught us, then tried to imagine the match as a needle."

When he finished, Ron nodded repeatedly. "I did the same."

(.)

Dylan scratched his head.

"Actually, it's not strange that you did that, because that's what I thought at first, too."

Hearing Dylan say this, Ron suddenly felt a connection with a genius.

However, Dylan's next words made his heart sink again.

"But after trying twice, I realized that approach wouldn't work."

Ron: "..."

He looked at Dylan helplessly.

Dylan smiled as well and began explaining the key points of Transfiguration Spells to them.

Lunchtime passed quickly.

The group then returned to the classroom for Charms Class.

The first Spell they learned was the Levitation Charm.

Dylan had already reached level six in the Levitation Charm.

This inevitably earned him another round of praise from Professor Flitwick.

In fact, after Professor Flitwick finished his lecture, he even had the Young Wizards ask questions in class.

The various questions Dylan raised were quite difficult, as well as extremely tricky.

This surprised Professor Flitwick considerably.

After all, Dylan's progress in learning the Levitation Charm was already far beyond that of the other Young Wizards.

Even Hermione couldn't keep up with him.

In class, after Professor Flitwick spent nearly half an hour answering Dylan's questions, he had no choice but to interrupt their conversation.

He then arranged another time to speak with Dylan, so that Dylan wouldn't take up too much class time. That wouldn't have been fair to the other Young Wizards.

The entire day passed in a blur.

The next day's classes began.

In Herbology Class, Dylan's progress was about the same as the other Young Wizards'.

Neville, who sat beside him, showed tremendous enthusiasm for Herbology Class.

The notes he took—

Swish, swish, swish.

They were extraordinarily detailed.

His seriousness left even Dylan stunned.

In the afternoon came History of Magic Class.

Although Dylan wasn't as enthusiastic about this subject as he was about Charms Class or Transfiguration Class, he was still interested enough.

At least he didn't become drowsy like Ron, Harry, and the others.

However, while the content of History of Magic interested Dylan, Professor Binns's teaching ability was truly terrible.

He couldn't help remembering how his history teacher in his previous life would passionately explain one fascinating historical anecdote after another, weaving various points of knowledge into them.

Professor Binns, on the other hand, was practically just reading from the book, without any originality or effort.

Therefore, in this class, Dylan basically flipped through the book himself, read himself, understood everything himself, and memorized the important points himself.

In short—he just had to study on his own.

Several days passed.

Aside from attending classes, Dylan spent most of his time in the various professors' offices.

This made most of the professors aware that their first year had produced a Young Wizard who was exceptionally eager to learn, hardworking, and highly intelligent.

As for this, Dylan only wanted to say one thing.

His Magic Talent had only become slightly more attuned so far.

If he started learning Dark Magic, that would be true speed!

Time flew by.

Friday arrived.

This time, Dylan came to the Great Hall with Harry and the others to eat.

Ron was somewhat surprised.

"Dylan, you actually didn't get up early this morning?"

Dylan set a plate of spaghetti covered in sauce in front of himself.

"You don't need to get up early today to check on Luna. She went to deliver a letter for me. Besides, I've more or less finished summarizing the usual points of knowledge, so I'm taking the day off."

Harry and Ron exchanged glances.

Not getting up early... counted as taking the day off?

Was Dylan's definition of rest a little abnormal?

Dylan twirled a forkful of spaghetti and put it into his mouth.

The noodles were smooth and springy. As he bit down, the sweet and sour taste of tomato meat sauce spread across his tongue.

In this life, after all, he had grown up eating British food, so he was already extremely accustomed to using a fork.

"Dylan, what classes do we have today?" Ron, sitting beside Harry, asked.

"Why don't you ask me?" Harry turned around.

"Then what class is it?"

"Not sure."

Harry turned back as well and looked at Dylan.

Dylan thought for a moment.

"It should be Potions Class all day. I think we're taking it together with Slytherin."