Chapter 19: Becoming a Little Wizard's Spiritual Mentor
Harry, Ron, and the others all gaped, their faces filled with terror.
However, they blinked again.
"What are those things you're talking about?"
Dylan: "..."
He explained, "Some aggressive magical creatures, and they're not very good-looking either."
Hiss!
Ron gasped again.
Dylan looked at him.
"So, do you still think learning spells is a casual thing?"
He said, word by word.
"The reason Professor McGonagall scolded you so harshly was that she didn't want you to be careless or lazy. Transfiguration can take your life."
"It could not only turn you into another creature to survive, but also, if you make a mistake during live Transfiguration, you might not even last until you transform into another form. You'll just turn into a pile of flesh."
"Oh my god!"
Dylan's description made everyone around him feel nauseous.
Looking at the various pieces of meat in front of them.
Many little wizards turned pale and covered their mouths.
Ron swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and then mumbled, "I know I was wrong."
Dylan smiled. "It's enough if you realize that learning Transfiguration isn't easy, but rather dangerous."
Harry drank some water. "Dylan, I tried the whole class, but I couldn't even turn a match into a small iron rod. How did you turn it into a needle?"
Ron nodded, adding, "And you turned it into a brooch!"
The reason they were asking Dylan now, instead of Hermione, who had also successfully transformed the match, was that while Hermione had learned a lot and understood spells better than them.
Dylan always gave off a friendly vibe. Even though he got 10 points in class, he didn't brag, but accepted it humbly.
Unlike Hermione.
As soon as she had a little achievement, she acted superior.
They didn't want to talk to Hermione much, let alone ask her for help.
This was a natural reaction to disliking arrogance and feeling defensive due to the gap.
Generally speaking, Hermione was a classic example of a child who was too outstanding and would be isolated by other children.
"How did I transform it?"
Dylan clicked his tongue.
How else could he have done it?
He just raised his wand, recited the spell, mobilized his magic, and cast the spell.
And then it was done.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about you tell me how you understand Transfiguration, or how you use it?"
Harry was the first to say, "I just recited the spell the professor taught and tried to imagine the match as a needle."
Ron nodded repeatedly, "I did the same thing."
(.)
Dylan scratched his head.
"Actually, it's not surprising that you did that, because that's what I thought at first too."
Hearing Dylan say this, Ron suddenly felt a sense of connection with a genius.
However, Dylan's next words made him choke.
"But after trying twice, I realized that it wouldn't work."
Ron: "..."
He looked at Dylan helplessly.
Dylan smiled and began to explain the key points of Transfiguration to them.
Lunchtime passed quickly.
The group went to the Charms classroom again.
The first charm they learned was the Levitation Charm.
Dylan had now reached level 6 in the Levitation Charm.
This led Professor Flitwick to praise him again.
Even in class, after Professor Flitwick finished teaching, he let the students ask questions.
Dylan's questions were quite difficult and tricky.
This surprised him.
Because Dylan's progress in learning the Levitation Charm was far ahead of the other students.
Even Hermione couldn't keep up.
In class, after Professor Flitwick answered Dylan's questions for half an hour, he had to interrupt their conversation.
And then made another appointment with Dylan, so as not to let Dylan take up too much class time, which wouldn't be fair to the other students.
The whole day passed quickly.
In the second day's class.
In Herbology, Dylan's progress was similar to that of the other students.
Neville, who was sitting next to him, showed great enthusiasm for Herbology.
His notes were taken.
Swish, swish, swish.
Very detailed.
His seriousness made Dylan a little dumbfounded.
And in the afternoon's History of Magic class.
Dylan's interest in this course was not as enthusiastic as in Charms or Transfiguration, but it was okay.
He didn't fall asleep like Ron and Harry.
However, while the content of the History of Magic interested Dylan, Professor Binns's teaching ability was terrible.
He couldn't help but recall his history teacher in his previous life, who would passionately tell them historical stories and integrate various knowledge points into them.
Professor Binns was simply reading from the textbook, without any novelty or effort.
Therefore, Dylan basically read the book, understood it, and remembered the key points by himself.
In short—he learned by himself.
Several days passed.
Besides attending classes, Dylan spent most of his time in the professors' offices.
This made most of the professors aware that there was a very studious, diligent, and intelligent little wizard in the first grade.
To this, Dylan just wanted to say.
His magical talent was only slightly inclined to magic now.
If he were to study Dark Arts, that would be truly rapid!
Time flew by.
Friday.
Dylan came to the Great Hall to eat with Harry and the others.
Ron was a little surprised.
"Dylan, you didn't wake up early this morning?"
Dylan placed a plate of spaghetti with sauce in front of him.
"I didn't need to wake up early to see Luna today. She went to deliver a letter for me. Also, I've summarized most of the knowledge points, so I'm resting today."
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
Not waking up early... is that what you call resting?
Was Dylan's definition of rest a little abnormal?
Dylan twirled a forkful of spaghetti and put it in his mouth.
The noodles were smooth and chewy. When he bit into them, he could taste the sweet and sour taste of the tomato meat sauce on his tongue.
In this life, he had been eating British food since he was a child, so he was very used to using a fork.
"Dylan, what classes do we have today?" Ron asked, sitting next to Harry.
"Why don't you ask me?" Harry turned his head.
"Then what classes do we have?"
"I'm not sure."
Harry also turned to look at Dylan.
Dylan thought for a moment.
"It should be Potions all day, and I think we're having it with Slytherin."
(End of chapter)
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