You Created a New Spell?

"This Troll..."

Professor Snape's deep voice rang out.

He glanced at Dylan, who was blinking at him expectantly.

"I'll hand over whatever materials can be harvested when the time comes."

Dylan immediately beamed. "Yes, Professor!"

He didn't even need to do the work himself. Professor Snape had already arranged everything, including how to cut the materials from the Troll's body!

Snape glanced at the Troll's corpse. "That was a very powerful Blaze Spell."

Dylan smiled humbly.

"However, you burned away its whiskers and snot. Next time, it would be best not to use that kind of spell again."

Dylan's smile froze.

What did Professor Snape mean by that...?

Was he merely reminding me not to burn up useful Potion ingredients next time?

Or had he noticed that something was wrong?

Dylan glanced at the Troll's corpse from the corner of his eye.

In theory, with his buff's support, it should have been impossible for anyone else to detect traces of Dark Magic.

Professor Snape shouldn't have discovered anything either!

Dylan had even taken the burning effects of both the Blaze Spell and Fiendfyre into consideration.

After all, with his maxed-out Fiendfyre, he could precisely control the traces left by the flames as they burned the Troll's body.

It shouldn't have been possible for someone with only a little knowledge of Dark Magic to take one look and immediately tell that it had been burned by Fiendfyre rather than the Blaze Spell.

"Calm down, Dylan. Don't be afraid. Even if someone can guess that you know Fiendfyre, can they guess that you know Avada Kedavra too? If anyone dares question you, you just..."

Dylan was lost in thought when he felt Professor Snape's gaze on him.

He immediately stopped the thoughts churning through his mind.

I nearly forgot. Professor Snape was a Master Legilimens.

Even without casting a spell directly on him, he could certainly sense the thoughts radiating from Dylan's emotions.

"All right. Go back and get some rest."

Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke up.

Professor Snape withdrew his gaze from Dylan, then shot Harry a glare before sweeping out the door in a flurry of black robes.

Harry rubbed his nose, baffled.

Why did this man keep targeting him?

Dylan noticed it too.

It seemed someone was going to have very bad luck later.

"Still, that has nothing to do with me."

Dylan raised his head.

"Then I'll take my leave as well, Professor McGonagall."

He smiled and nodded at Professor McGonagall.

Then he led Harry and the others out the door.

Quirrell stood beside Professor McGonagall, silently watching Dylan's departing back, his eyes flickering faintly.

Dylan was also a Master Legilimens.

Even though he couldn't see what was happening behind him, he could still feel a bright, probing gaze fixed on him.

"Voldemort above—and on his face too."

Dylan dealt with Harry and Ron's excited questions as they walked beside him.

At the same time, he pondered silently.

"Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort. Were the two of them able to control the body simultaneously, or was Quirrell the only one conscious right now, with Voldemort having fallen silent?"

That fellow seemed to have noticed him now.

"Well, if he really intends to do anything to me, I'll definitely let Voldemort experience what Crucio feels like."

After returning to the dormitory, Dylan continued reading as though he hadn't been affected in the slightest.

Harry, meanwhile, accompanied Ron and Hermione to continue apologizing.

When Seamus and Neville saw the three of them finally return to the dormitory, they sighed in relief and were about to ask what had happened.

However, when they saw Dylan take out a book the moment he entered and begin reading with great interest, they exchanged a glance and went out to find Harry and the others.

After November arrived, the weather grew increasingly cold.

Even the Black Lake had frozen over with a thick layer of ice.

Dylan even saw some Young Wizards skating on it.

They were quickly driven away, though.

One morning.

While looking at Luna, Dylan discovered that the little creature had curled up lazily as well and was no longer willing to interact with him.

"Ah, what a pity. I even bought some Ferret Jerky. Since none of the Owls want to eat it, I'll just feed it to Coal Ball."

"Chirp chirp?!"

Luna, who had still had her head tucked between her wing and neck, suddenly poked it out. Her two ears stood straight up, her eyes widened, and she stared fixedly at Dylan.

"You little glutton."

Dylan laughingly scolded her, then fed her a few strips of Ferret Jerky. After that, he headed to the Great Hall, planning to eat and then attend Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Class.

The Troll incident hadn't caused much of a stir at Hogwarts.

It was almost as if it had been deliberately suppressed.

In any case, just a few days after Halloween, Dylan received the Potion ingredients Professor Snape had given him.

And they weren't just materials from the Troll!

Professor Snape had also stuffed quite a few other good things into the package for him.

Some of the Potion ingredients were so rare that they were difficult to buy even with money.

This made Dylan find Professor Snape increasingly pleasing to the eye.

Even his greasy hair looked so refreshing now.

If anyone dared say that Professor Snape never washed his hair, Dylan would definitely jump out and scold them harshly!

"What are you talking about? The shine of the Professor's hair is clearly just a unique style!"

"A wizard's style!"

After finishing a full day of classes.

Dylan once again sat beside Professor McGonagall.

After Professor McGonagall finished tutoring Dylan.

Dylan remained seated instead of leaving immediately.

"Professor, thank you very much for your guidance. It has given me a deeper understanding of the Transfiguration Spell."

He sincerely apologized to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at the clever Young Wizard before her, satisfaction and gratification showing in her eyes.

"Cultivating talent for Hogwarts is my responsibility. You don't need to thank me."

Dylan smiled and drew his wand.

He wasn't about to fire an Avada Kedavra at Professor McGonagall. Instead, he was preparing to demonstrate the spell he had most recently researched.

"Oh? You actually created a new spell?"

After hearing Dylan's explanation, Professor McGonagall was somewhat surprised, but her eyes held even more anticipation.

"I wouldn't call it creation. It can only be considered an innovation."

Dylan took out his own cup and placed it on the table.

"Would you like some tea? Or milk?"

Professor McGonagall blinked. "Bring me some tea, please."

Dylan nodded, then waved his wand.

"Lactea repleta (Milk Tea refill)!"

Specks of Pink Starlight Particles flashed past.

A rich milky fragrance drifted through the air, accompanied by a faint tea aroma.

The tip of the wand looked like a magical spring.

"Sizzle, sizzle~"

The Milk Tea traced an arc through the air and poured precisely into the cups before them.

The cups were soon filled.

"Please."

Dylan chuckled.

"An excellent piece of magic."

Professor McGonagall nodded, then glanced at the cup on the table.

"However, you don't actually expect me to taste it using your personal cup, do you?"