Chapter 27: Good News: The License is Approved! Bad News...
As the saying goes: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."
Hermione thought that if she could learn Dylan's approach to studying.
Could she communicate with the professors as effectively as Dylan?
After a period of observation, she found...
Dylan was truly immersed in his studies!
One day, she tried to wait for Dylan in the morning to see what time he woke up.
But she waited until class started and still didn't see him.
She almost got late for class!
This showed that Dylan woke up even earlier than her!
This discovery shocked Hermione.
She had waited for Dylan since 6:30 in the morning.
But she still didn't see him. What time did this guy wake up?
Was he studying all night?
Didn't he need to sleep?
The next day, Hermione tried to wake up at 6:00, but still didn't see him!
Until she pushed the time back to 5:00!
While hiding in the common room, half-asleep, she finally saw Dylan!
This discovery also made Hermione completely give up on the idea of competing with Dylan.
She was already on her last leg...
If she continued to compete, she would be the one to collapse...
She thought that waking up at 6:30 was already diligent, at least at that time, everyone around her was still sleeping.
She didn't expect that she was too shallow.
After calming down, Hermione also found that Dylan's attitude towards magic was completely free of anxiety about not being able to learn a complex spell.
Unlike her, if she couldn't finish her homework or read something difficult to understand, she would be very anxious.
He was always so calm and steady.
Sometimes she really wondered if the Sorting Hat had sorted Dylan into the wrong house.
"Hermione, good morning!" Harry looked at Hermione, his eyes widening. "You look much better than you did a few days ago!"
Ron also looked at her and nodded in agreement: "That's right, what did you do these past few days? Your dark circles were huge!"
"..."
Hermione walked over and sat down with them: "It's nothing, I just moved to a new place and couldn't sleep well at night."
Since she stopped waking up early to follow Dylan, she had been much more energetic.
Last night, she had a good night's sleep!
Of course, she looked better.
"We have flying lessons today, are you guys ready?" Hermione asked them.
During the previous time, in order to follow Dylan better, she had deliberately gotten closer to Harry and the others, thinking of getting on good terms with Dylan's roommates to find out some information about his studies.
This also led her to become familiar with Dylan's roommates, especially Ron and Harry. The three of them became good friends.
They often talked about Dylan behind his back.
"I'm a little nervous. I'm just afraid of embarrassing myself." Harry answered honestly.
Dylan was a little surprised, holding a small piece of bread in his right hand: "Embarrassing yourself?"
"You don't need to care too much, right? We're all beginners in magic. It's normal not to learn well at first. Just practice more and you'll get better."
Harry and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths and looked at Dylan.
Anyone could say that, but you're the least qualified!
They were indeed beginners in magic, but what about you?
Could you still be considered a "beginner" with those fancy advanced spells you demonstrated in class?
Hermione took a glass of milk in front of her.
At the same time, she took out a copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages" and started reading it carefully.
"I heard that flying is very difficult to control and it's easy to make a fool of yourself! If I don't learn well, the professor won't give me a high score in this class!"
Dylan glanced at her: "As far as I know, the final exam for our first year includes flying, but it only tests our flying posture."
"You only need to control the broom to complete some simple actions. You won't get a low score just because of your performance in the first class."
Hermione nodded slightly, but she was still flipping through the book, trying to find some flying techniques from Quidditch matches that she could learn.
Seeing this, Dylan shrugged.
Hermione was smart and hardworking, but she was too much of a perfectionist, wanting to memorize every point of knowledge and strive for perfection.
However, after Dylan mastered several max-level spells, he realized that some magic was good to use, and some magic could be pursued to perfection.
For example, flying lessons. If someone could use Apparition continuously, what was the difference between that and flying?
There was none!
Therefore, among the vast sea of spells, some spells had effects that were covered by other spells.
Instead of grabbing everything, it was better to let go of some and hold on to others.
"Whoosh—"
Just as Dylan was about to drink some sea cucumber soup.
A large group of owls suddenly flew into the hall from outside.
At the same time.
A white shadow fluttered over and landed on Dylan's table.
"Luna?" Dylan was stunned.
Looking at the snow-white owl in front of him, he noticed the letter tied to Luna's foot.
"Could it be a letter from my parents? But why are there two?"
It couldn't be that his parents each wrote a letter.
Did these old married couples have something they couldn't tell their son?
Dylan took the letter from Luna's foot.
Hermione and Harry also leaned over, but instead of looking at the letter in Dylan's hand, they looked at the silver card inside the envelope.
"Wow! What's this?" Ron asked curiously.
Dylan wasn't sure either. He took it out and glanced at it.
He found that it was a license.
A license to raise a Shadow Raven!
Dylan was delighted.
He scanned the contents of the letter.
One letter was from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, saying that he was qualified to raise a Shadow Raven.
But strangely, he saw that the person who recommended him wasn't Hagrid, but Dumbledore.
He curiously opened the other letter.
This letter was from Hagrid, explaining that Hagrid originally wanted to write a letter of recommendation for him.
However, because Hagrid had some inconvenient circumstances, Hagrid asked Professor Dumbledore for help to avoid affecting him.
It also said that if he had time, he could thank Professor Dumbledore for his help.
"Uh..."
Dylan's joy was instantly shattered, and he was a little helpless.
No, Hagrid, if you can't help... you don't have to agree so quickly!
Let him go to Dumbledore to thank him in person?
It wasn't that he couldn't do it.
It's just...
(End of chapter)
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