As the saying goes – Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated!
Hermione thought, if she could learn Dylan's approach to studying,
would she be able to communicate with the professor like Dylan?
After a period of follow-up research, she found that…
Dylan really immersed himself in studying!
One day, she tried to wait for Dylan in the morning to see what time he got up.
As a result, she waited until the class started, but he didn't see her.
In the end, she almost got late!
This means that Dylan must have gotten up earlier than her!
This discovery shocked Hermione.
She got up at 6:30 to wait for Dylan. She
didn't see him, so what time did he get up? He
couldn't have been studying all night!
Doesn't he need to sleep?
The next day, Hermione tried to get up at 6 o'clock, but still didn't see him!
Until she forced the time forward to 5 o'clock!
Dragging her drowsy body, hiding in the common room, she finally caught sight of Dylan!
This discovery made Hermione completely give up the idea of arguing with Dylan to the end.
To the end...
If she continued to argue, her life would be over first...
She had thought that she was very diligent to get up at 6:30, at least at this time, the people around her were still asleep.
She didn't expect that she was superficial.
After calming down, Hermione discovered that
Dylan's attitude towards magic was not the slightest possibility of getting anxious because he couldn't learn a more complicated spell.
Unlike her, if she couldn't finish her homework or read some difficult to understand parts, she would be very anxious.
He was always so calm and stable.
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 the last two days!"
Ron looked over and nodded in agreement. "Right. What were you doing the other day? You have such dark circles under your eyes!"
"..."
Hermione came over and sat down beside them. "Nothing. Just moved to a new place and couldn't sleep well tonight."
Ever since she stopped getting up early to stalk Dylan, she'd felt much better. She
'd even gotten a good night's sleep last night!
How could she not look good?
"You have flying class today. Are you ready?" Hermione glanced at them.
To better follow Dylan, she'd made a point of getting closer to Harry and the others, hoping to build relationships with his roommates and get some information about their studies.
This had led to her becoming close friends with several of them, especially Ron and Harry. The three of them had become close friends, and she'd
occasionally teased Dylan from behind.
"A little nervous. I'm just afraid of embarrassing myself," Harry answered honestly.
Dylan was a bit surprised, holding up a small piece of bread in his right hand. "Embarrassing?"
"That shouldn't be a big deal, right? We're all beginners in magic. It's normal to struggle at first. Just practice and you'll be good."
Harry and the others twitched their lips and looked at Dylan.
Anyone could say that, except you!
They were beginners, sure, but what about you?
With all those fancy, advanced spells you demonstrated in class, could you still be considered a "beginner"?!
Hermione took the glass of milk from the table
and pulled out a copy of Quidditch Battles, beginning to peruse it. "I heard flying is tricky and easy to embarrass yourself! If I don't learn it well, the professor won't give me a high grade in this class!"
Dylan glanced at her. "From what I understand, although there's a required flying class at the end-of-term exam for our first year, it only tests our flying form."
"It's just about controlling the broom and performing some simple maneuvers. You won't get a low grade just because of your first class performance."
Hermione nodded slightly, but she was still flipping through the book, trying to figure out some flying techniques she could master in Quidditch.
Dylan shrugged.
Hermione, though bright and hardworking, was overly obsessed with perfection, memorizing every single point of knowledge and striving for flawlessness.
However, after Dylan mastered several max-level spells, he realized that while some magic is just about knowing how to use it, with others, perfection is the goal.
For example, in flying class, if someone could Apparate continuously, what was the difference between that and being able to fly?
Absolutely not!
So, among the vast sea of spells, the effects of some spells are often overshadowed by those of others.
Instead of holding onto everything, it's better to loosen some and hold on to others.
"Hualala—"
Just as Dylan was about to sip some sea cucumber soup,
a large flock of owls suddenly arrived outside the Great Hall.
At the same time,
a white shadow fluttered in and landed at Dylan's desk.
"Luna?" Dylan was stunned.
Gazing at the snow-white owl before him, he noticed the letters tied to Luna's feet.
"Could it be letters from my parents? But why two?"
It couldn't be that his parents each wrote a letter.
Could this elderly couple have something to say to their son that no one else could know?
Dylan removed the envelope from Luna's feet.
Hermione and Harry leaned in, but not directly at the letter in Dylan's hand. Instead, they looked at the silver card tucked inside.
"Wow! What's this?" Ron asked curiously.
Dylan wasn't entirely sure, so he pulled it out and took a quick look.
He realized it was a permit.
A permit to keep a Uzumaki!
Dylan's heart skipped a beat.
He glanced at the contents of the letter.
One was from the Magical Creatures Authority, essentially stating that he had the right to keep a Uzumaki.
Strangely, he noticed the person recommending him wasn't Hagrid, but Dumbledore.
Curious, he opened the other letter.
It was from Hagrid, explaining that Hagrid had wanted to write a letter of recommendation for him.
However, Hagrid had some difficult circumstances to explain, so, to avoid upsetting him, Hagrid had gone to Professor Dumbledore for help.
The letter also said that if he had time, he could go and thank Professor Dumbledore for his help.
"Uh..."
Dylan's joy was instantly shattered, and he felt a moment of frustration.
"No, Brother Hagrid, if you can't help... you don't have to agree so quickly!
Let him go to Dumbledore and thank him in person?
It's not impossible. It's
just...
(End of Chapter)