Chapter 38: You're Only a First-Year, and You Want to Compare Knowledge Reserves with Professors?
"Hey, Dylan, how are you feeling?"
After lunch, Neville was surprised to see Dylan in the dormitory on a Sunday.
He sized up Dylan, who had just stepped through the door, his hair a mess, his expression dazed and wooden.
He seemed to have just returned from the library, holding a thick stack of books in his arms.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Dylan's posture was slightly hunched, his shoulders slumped, holding the books, his eyes dull, his lips dry and peeling, with an unhealthy pallor.
Neville blinked: "I mean... you seem to be in a terrible state right now."
Seamus was also in the dormitory at this time.
He nodded repeatedly.
Even Coal Ball jumped off the bed, walked over to Dylan with catlike steps, sat down obediently, and raised its little head.
"Moo?"
"I..."
Dylan first put the textbooks in his arms on the table, then rubbed his aching temples.
"Am I in a terrible state?"
Neville and Seamus both nodded vigorously.
"Moo(meow)!" Coal Ball also nodded its little head.
Dylan showed an embarrassed smile.
"This morning, I was discussing spells with Professor Flitwick. You know, the professor knows too much. The content Professor Flitwick taught me during tutoring was completely different from what was taught in class."
Dylan sighed slightly: "I seriously suspect that the knowledge points he taught me have exceeded the scope that seventh-year wizards can explore."
"This morning, he even interjected content from three books that I had never seen before in just twenty minutes."
"Plus two extremely rare journals that I've never even heard of."
"So, this..."
Dylan pointed to the books on the table.
"To avoid having such a hard time understanding next time, I went to the library and borrowed all these books."
Dylan muttered neurotically.
"I feel like I still know too little. Compared to the professors, my knowledge reserve is too lacking. I must read more books quickly!"
"Like this "Ancient Runes Spell Decryption", I really haven't studied it in depth. And "The Mystery of Nonverbal Spells", "Elemental Spells and Natural Power", "Dream Spell Analysis"... I must learn them quickly!"
Neville and Seamus were dumbfounded.
They looked at each other, at a loss for words.
Were the seventh-year courses not enough for Dylan?
Seventh-year students were no longer little wizards!
Did their roommate want to learn all the knowledge in the entire library into his brain in this one year?
Merlin's beard!
You're only a first-year!
And you already want your knowledge reserve to exceed that of the Hogwarts professors?
The two swallowed.
They glanced at Dylan, who was a little abnormal.
Neville took a deep breath and said, "Dylan, you've worked very hard, and you know far more than all the little wizards in our entire grade!"
Seamus nodded repeatedly: "That's right! Dylan, you're very hardworking!"
Neville: "I think, why don't you take a break? You've been studying at such high intensity for a long, long time."
Seamus nodded repeatedly: "That's right, a long, long time!"
Neville: "..."
What? You should be helping me persuade him!
Seamus blinked.
Isn't that what I'm doing?
Dylan sighed deeply.
In fact, he could already feel that his body was still growing.
Facing such high-intensity learning, even if his mind could handle it, his spirit and body were a little overwhelmed.
But...
Take a break?
The moment this thought popped into his head.
Quirrell's face suddenly appeared in his mind again.
"If I don't use the six major dark magic spells, with my current magic level, I definitely can't beat him."
And if he wanted to face Quirrell, he couldn't really fight Quirrell one-on-one. For example, he couldn't just cast an Avada Kedavra halfway and sneak attack him to death.
Because...
This guy had two faces!
One in the front and one in the back.
It was really hard to sneak attack him.
In addition, although others couldn't indirectly track the traces of his magic use.
This was Hogwarts after all. Who knew if old man Dumbledore was lurking somewhere, secretly observing Quirrell.
And he just happened to see him sneak attacking.
Wouldn't he be caught on the spot?
So Dylan's plan was to consolidate his magic foundation as much as possible.
At least in face-to-face combat, he could have a brief ability to respond without using dark magic.
In this way, with the wand beautification function, he could secretly mix a few less obvious full-level dark magic spells into a bunch of magic.
Anyway, he changed the color, and he didn't show any negative emotions. Even if others directly saw him use the spell, it would be difficult to find anything.
"Rest my ass! As long as I don't die from studying, I'll study to death!"
Although he didn't think Quirrell would really have any impact on him, he still had to take precautions.
Even if he didn't want to participate in the plot, what if he was involved at a critical moment?
Therefore, it was better to be prepared as much as possible!
Dylan sat down on the stool and picked up a book, wanting to continue reading.
Seeing this, Neville pursed his lips and then stretched out his little fat hand to grab the book from Dylan.
"Hey, Dylan! I have something I want you to help me with!"
"Uh?" Dylan was stunned.
Neville closed the book: "That... do you remember the Flame Thorn? The seedling Professor Sprout asked me to take care of."
"Just yesterday, the special nutrients it needed ran out. I have to ask Hagrid for some, but I'm a little afraid of him. Can you take me with you?"
Dylan blinked: "Isn't Seamus here? You two don't seem to have anything to do. Why don't you go together?"
During this time, Harry and Ron's relationship got better and better. Neville originally wanted to play with Dylan often.
But he had to study every day. As a result, after Neville melted Seamus's cauldron in Potions class, they became friends.
Neville's little face was a flushed.
Seamus reacted and immediately shook his head: "Ah, I said I was going to cheer for Harry. Today, he has a training match. Ron and his two brothers are also there!"
Dylan suspiciously glanced at these two little kids.
It was still early for the game. Wasn't this excuse a bit too lame?
But Dylan understood what they meant and smiled helplessly.
"In that case, I'll take you to find Hagrid and have some good food."
Neville was stunned: "What good food?"
Dylan smiled: "Hagrid's homemade rock cakes, they taste great!"
(End of chapter)
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