You Are a True Gryffindor!

Under Professor Snape's increasingly patient explanations, Dylan figured out many of the things that had confused him while studying Potions Class.

By the time his round of questions came to an end,

his Potion had been brewed.

Professor Snape examined it, fell silent for a while, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Not bad. Five points to Gryffindor, to celebrate the fact that not all Gryffindors are stupid lions.."

Once the words left his mouth, Professor Snape could no longer find any fault with Dylan's Potion.

He could only swish his robes and go find trouble with the next student.

After making his way halfway around the room, he ended up standing beside Harry again, watching him.

"Are you brewing some kind of Emetic Poison Potion? It's terrible. For that, ten points from Gryffindor!"

Neville, meanwhile, was sitting beside Dylan.

He said softly, "Professor Snape seems to have a pretty big problem with Harry. The points you just earned were taken away all at once."

Dylan kept his eyes forward and prepared to make his next Potion.

"Don't worry about it. Capable teachers are all very strict."

Neville blinked twice.

Although he felt that what Dylan had said was not wrong,

wasn't this perhaps...

a little too strict?

It felt like Professor McGonagall's severity was on an entirely different level!

Besides, Professor McGonagall treated all her students equally and was harsh with everyone.

But Professor Snape seemed to have his eyes fixed only on Harry.

Or perhaps, only on them, the Gryffindors?

Neville secretly glanced at Dylan, who was seriously brewing his Potion.

A thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind—

Dylan is really amazing!

Even when faced with Professor Snape's terrifyingly cold expression, he could remain completely unmoved!

Instead, under Professor Snape's watchful gaze, he had quickly brewed his first Potion!

"No, I have to work harder too!"

Since he had a fairly deep understanding of herbs, Neville's performance in Potions Class was not bad.

Dylan, too, kept experimenting, trying to make his technique more precise whenever he brewed a Potion.

By the end of the entire class, he had practically forgotten to eat or sleep.

Even when Snape was standing beside someone else,

he could still bellow loudly enough to summon him over.

"Professor! I have a question here!"

"Professor!! Come over here for a moment!"

"Professor! Professor!! Professor!!!"

Snape: "..."

He gained a new understanding of Dylan's eagerness to learn.

However, he did not feel annoyed that Dylan kept calling him over to answer questions.

Instead, whenever Dylan asked something, he would think it through seriously and answer cautiously.

With Professor Snape's help, Dylan's progress improved by leaps and bounds.

The Potions he made at the beginning might still have had some problems, such as impure colors or poor effects.

But as time passed, the Potions he brewed became more and more perfect.

This shocked the Young Wizards from both Houses.

One group was shocked that someone could learn how to brew Potions so quickly.

The other was shocked that someone actually dared to order Professor Snape around like this...

In truth, Dylan could not be bothered to care what these professors thought of him.

He was like a sponge, constantly absorbing all kinds of knowledge that others possessed.

This was not only because he himself had an optimistic and enterprising spirit, but also because Dylan knew how precious the Wizarding World's educational resources were.

In fact, whether in all of England, or even America, including but not limited to Europe and the East...

the systems for teaching magic were extremely chaotic, and resources could truly be called scarce.

As for Hogwarts' teaching staff, they were absolutely among the best in the entire Wizarding World, ranking near the very top.

Almost every subject was taught by a renowned figure in the Wizarding World.

Except...

the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, who changed at a fixed time every semester.

Even Professor Sybill Trelawney, who taught Divination Class,

was a leading expert in Divination throughout the entire Wizarding World.

After all, she was a wizard with genuine prophetic abilities.

The title of Harry, The Chosen One, had also been prophesied by her, and it ran through nearly the entire story.

So it went without saying that Professor Snape was no exception.

A master of Potions and Head of Slytherin.

Compared to his achievements, his age seemed rather lacking.

He called other people idiots because he really was a genius.

And regarding Professor Snape's Sharp Tongue, Dylan only wanted to say—

Bring it on. He wanted more!

As the day's classes were about to end,

Dylan placed all the Potions he had brewed in front of Professor Snape.

Professor Snape tried to point out some shortcomings, but the Potions before him were each better than the last.

He had no choice but to purse his lips. "Still, they're much better than the other idiots."

Dylan was completely unconcerned.

It was not as if Snape had called him out by name and launched a personal attack on him by starting with his parents and using his ancestors as the radius.

Words like "idiot" and "moron"

were simply like scratching an itch through a boot. He felt nothing at all, and even thought Professor Snape was a little cute.

Dylan lifted his head and said to Professor Snape, "I'm glad my results have earned your approval."

"Professor, you're very capable. You can point out the source of my confusion in just a few words, so..."

As Dylan spoke, all the Young Wizards nearby turned their gazes toward him. Every one of them widened their eyes, seemingly having guessed what he was about to say.

Sure enough, Dylan lifted the corners of his mouth, revealing a little canine tooth.

"Professor, may I ask you some questions whenever you have free time?"

Gasp!

This guy was insane!

All the Young Wizards around them swallowed nervously.

Even the Slytherins could not help sighing inwardly. Dylan was simply insane!

Although Professor Snape did not deliberately target Slytherin the way he targeted Gryffindor,

when the Young Wizards of Slytherin made mistakes, Professor Snape would still criticize and reprimand them without mercy.

In their eyes, Dylan's actions at this moment were truly like getting up in the middle of the night to crow like a rooster—wasn't that just insanity?

Professor Snape's brows drew together slightly, his expression darkening as he stared intently at the Young Wizard before him.

Dylan, however, seemed completely unable to see it, gazing up at the professor's Hooked Nose without blinking.

At last, Professor Snape seemed to have admitted defeat and slowly said, "Since you made a perfect Potion."

"But if the questions you ask are completely worthless, I will immediately throw you out of my office."

"Of course. That's only right!"

Having received Professor Snape's agreement, Dylan smiled until his eyes narrowed.

"Merlin above!"

When the class ended,

Ron and Harry both approached Dylan with their eyes wide.

"Sorry. I always thought you should have been a member of Ravenclaw."

Ron suddenly spoke.

Dylan was somewhat confused.

"But now I've realized that the Sorting Hat really didn't make a mistake..."

"You are a true Gryffindor!"

Neville and Harry nodded repeatedly.