Harry, Ron, and the others all gaped in shock, their mouths wide open.
But then they blinked.
"What are these things you're talking about?"
Dylan explained, "..."
He explained, "Some aggressive magical creatures, and they're not very good-looking."
Hiss!
Ron gasped again.
Dylan looked at him.
"So, you still think learning spells is something you can do casually?"
he said, word by word.
"Professor McGonagall scolded you so harshly because she doesn't want you to be careless or lazy. The Transfiguration spell can kill you."
"Not only does it risk you becoming another creature to survive, but if something goes wrong during the Transfiguration, you won't even be able to survive the transformation and will be reduced to a pulp."
"Oh my God!"
Dylan's words made everyone around him nauseous.
Looking at the various pieces of meat laid out before them,
many of the young wizards' faces paled and covered their mouths.
Ron swallowed, hesitated for a moment, then mumbled, "I know I was wrong."
Dylan smiled. "It's enough for you to have an understanding of Transfiguration spells, to know that learning them isn't easy, but rather dangerous."
Harry took a sip of water. "Dylan, I tried all class, but in the end I couldn't even turn a matchstick into a small iron rod. I couldn't even turn it into metal. How did you turn it into a needle?"
Ron nodded and added, "And a brooch!"
The reason they were asking Dylan now, rather than Hermione, who had also successfully transfigured a matchstick,
was because although Hermione had learned a lot and her understanding of spells was deeper than theirs,
Dylan always gave off an approachable air. Even when he got a 10 in class, he didn't brag to anyone, but accepted it humbly.
Unlike Hermione,
who would look down on everyone with the slightest achievement.
They didn't want to talk to Hermione much, let alone ask her for advice.
This is the aversion to arrogance, and the instinctive resistance that arises when there's a gap.
Hermione is typically the epitome of someone who, as a child, was isolated from the rest of the group because of their exceptionalism.
"How did I change?"
Dylan smacked his lips.
How else could I change?
I just raised my wand, chanted the spell, channeled my magic, and performed a spell.
And then I became better.
After a moment's thought, he said, "How about I first understand how you understand the Transfiguration spell, or how you practice it?"
Harry was the first to speak. "I just chanted the spell the professor taught me, and then tried to imagine the matchstick as a needle."
As he finished speaking, Ron nodded repeatedly. "That's what I did, too."
Dylan
scratched his head.
"Actually, it's not surprising you did that, because that's how I initially thought."
Hearing Dylan's words, Ron suddenly felt a sense of connection with genius.
But what Dylan said next made him pause.
"But after trying it twice, I realized it wouldn't work."
Ron: "..."
He looked at Dylan helplessly.
Dylan smiled back and began explaining the key points of the Transfiguration spell.
Lunch passed quickly.
The group returned to the Charms classroom.
The first spell they learned was the Levitation Charm.
Dylan had now reached level 6 in the Levitation Charm.
This prompted Professor Flitwick to praise him again.
In class, after his lecture, Professor Flitwick even allowed the young wizards in the audience to ask questions. Dylan's questions were all quite challenging and intriguing.
This surprised him,
as Dylan's progress in learning the Levitation Charm was already far ahead of the other young wizards.
Even Hermione couldn't keep up.
In class, after Professor Flitwick had been answering Dylan's questions for nearly half an hour, he had to interrupt their conversation.
He then arranged another time with Dylan to avoid him taking up too much class time, which would have been unfair to the other young wizards.
The whole day flew by.
On the second day of classes
, Dylan's progress in Herbology was similar to that of the other young wizards.
Neville, who sat next to him, showed great enthusiasm for Herbology.
His notes were
swift and
detailed,
with such care that Dylan was a little stunned.
As for the afternoon's History of Magic class,
Dylan's interest wasn't as intense as in Charms or Transfiguration, but it was still acceptable.
He wasn't as sleepy as Ron and Harry.
While Dylan was interested in the subject of "Wizards," Professor Binns's teaching was woefully inadequate.
He couldn't help but recall his past history teacher, who passionately explained historical anecdotes and integrated various key points into his lectures.
Professor Binns, on the other hand, simply recited from the textbook, lacking any originality or dedication.
Therefore, Dylan essentially just flipped through the textbook, read, understood, and memorized the key points himself.
In short, he just learned on his own.
Several days passed.
Besides attending classes, Dylan spent most of his time in the professors' offices.
This made it known to most professors that a highly studious, diligent, and intelligent young wizard had emerged from their first year.
Dylan had only one thing to say:
His magical talent so far was only moderate.
If he were to learn the Dark Arts, he would truly thrive!
Time flew by.
It was Friday.
Dylan and Harry had gone to the Great Hall for dinner.
Ron was somewhat surprised.
"Dylan, you didn't get up early this morning?"
Dylan brought a plate of spaghetti covered in sauce to himself.
"I don't need to get up early today to see Luna. She went to deliver a letter to me. Besides, I've almost finished summarizing the knowledge points I learned, so I'll take a break today."
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
Not getting up early... is called rest?
Isn't Dylan's definition of rest a little abnormal?
Rolling up a ball of spaghetti with a fork, Dylan put it in his mouth.
The noodles were smooth and chewy. When he bit into it, he could feel the sweet and sour taste of tomato sauce spreading on his tongue. After all
, he had been eating British food since he was a child in this life, so he was very used to using a fork.
"Dylan, what classes do you have today?" Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, asked.
"Why don't you ask me?" Harry turned around.
"What class do you say it is?"
"I'm not sure."
Harry also turned around and looked at Dylan.
Dylan thought for a while.
"It should be a full day of Potions class. I think I'm taking it with Slytherin."
(End of this chapter)