Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

Dylan spent the whole morning working on the Wolfsbane Potion, until Ron and the others woke up. Only then did he finish brewing the potion that Professor Lupin needed for September.

To make the Wolfsbane Potion effective, it couldn't be taken on the night of the full moon—that would be completely useless. Instead, it needed to be taken for a whole week leading up to the full moon to have an effect, allowing Lupin to maintain his reason and will, and preventing him from being filled with violent thoughts when he transformed into a werewolf.

After classes started, Dylan had a lot to do. He wouldn't have time to brew potions for Lupin after that, so he could just drink this bitter Wolfsbane Potion that Harry had added ingredients to. Some people even brew potions and it's still not good enough, what more do they want?

In fact, although Dylan didn't find Lupin particularly hateful, he didn't have much affection for him either. He was so close to Harry's dad, and although he would later show some remorse towards Professor Snape, why didn't he step in to stop James and the others from bullying Snape? Don't tell me he would advise James afterward, saying that it wasn't right to do so. What's done is done.

But all in all, Lupin didn't personally do anything to Professor Snape. Otherwise, Dylan wouldn't have had the chance to dislike him. Professor Snape himself would have taken up arms and fought with Lupin. Of course, Professor Snape's form of expression wouldn't necessarily be a direct fight with Lupin. It could also be secretly poisoning him, like with a Quick-Quills potion. Let Lupin put on a show of diarrhea during the start-of-term feast. Dylan had no doubt that Professor Snape could do such a thing.

"Professor Snape should be pleased to know that Little Potter personally brewed a specially flavored potion for Lupin," Dylan smacked his lips and glanced at the bottom of the cauldron. The little bit of Wolfsbane Potion left there refracted an eerie green light under the sunlight, like a cursed lake. Dylan cleaned the cauldron, which left a bitter scent on his fingertips.

"This potion…" As he turned the crystal bottle, the mist that condensed on the bottle wall formed fleeting patterns in the morning light. Dylan clicked his tongue twice, and then simply cleaned up his potion-making table. He put away both the pure gold and silver cauldrons, and also took all the more precious ingredients with him.

After breakfast, Dylan came to the dining hall with Harry and the others, so he naturally met the professors who were having breakfast at the normal time. Dylan gave Professor Snape a look, and then came outside the restaurant to wait for him.

He didn't have to wait long. Professor Snape soon came out, his steps steady, his black robes swaying. He looked a bit like a surging black flame. That old bat is actually quite handsome. Professor Snape walked up to Dylan, tilted his head slightly, looked down at him condescendingly, and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Dylan came back to his senses and blinked: "Ah, nothing." Professor Snape narrowed his eyes almost into a slit: "Are you sure?" Dylan laughed and changed the subject: "This is the potion I brewed all night, Professor, what do you think?" Dylan took out the potion bottle from his arms and handed it to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape took it and gently shook the bottle, looking at the color of the liquid inside, and his eyebrows rose slightly. "I smell some bitterness." Dylan scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, Professor, this morning Harry, when he went to the bathroom, bumped into my herb bottles, and some hellebore fell into the cauldron I was brewing."

Professor Snape paused slightly, his gaze shifting from the potion to Dylan again. "Hellebore? How much?" Dylan smiled: "Not much, only three or five, about two or three grams." Normally, even adding 0.5 grams would be enough to make someone miserable.

Professor Snape pinched the bottle with his well-defined fingers, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes locked on the potion again. "The scent of hellebore will cling to the soul…" Snape's voice seemed to float from a distant place, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the crystal bottle as he spoke. The potion in the bottle rippled with his movements, vaguely showing a reflection of the moon.

After examining it carefully, Professor Snape's thin lips curled into a faint smile under his high nose. "I see, it's just a few grams of hellebore, it won't affect the potion's effect—in fact, these herbs also have detoxifying effects."

Dylan nodded repeatedly: "You're right, and that's what I thought, so I didn't waste another set of ingredients." Professor Snape glanced at Dylan, saw the little brat smiling at him, pursed his lips slightly, and said calmly: "Since you can brew it successfully in one go, the remaining two sets of ingredients will be for October and November."

"I'll keep this potion here directly, and before the full moon, I'll find a time to watch the new professor drink the potion myself."

"What?" Professor Snape finished speaking, turned around and left. Leaving behind a dumbfounded Dylan, reaching out to hold him back. "Wait… Professor, don't leave—those two sets of ingredients…" Dylan stood at the entrance of the Great Hall. Many students had already come out, and they all saw this sad scene.

Professor Snape didn't pay any attention to Dylan's attempt to stop him, but shook his black cloak and left in a hurry, leaving Dylan alone in his grief. "Dylan, what's wrong?" At this time, Harry and Ron and the others also finished eating and walked out of the hall.

Neville was frightened when he saw Dylan's sad expression, and quickly ran over with small steps and asked with concern. Dylan shook his head: "No, nothing, I'm just… a little heartbroken."

"Ah? Does your chest hurt? What happened, should I ask for leave for you, so you can go see Madam Pomfrey?" Neville said anxiously. He was a little worried that the Dementors had affected Dylan, but he didn't dare to say it directly, lest a Dementor would target him too.

"No, no need." Dylan shook his head again, and then walked towards the classroom. Neville also hurriedly followed, repeatedly asking questions behind Dylan. After confirming that Dylan was indeed okay, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Our first class today is an elective, and it's Divination, I hope this part won't be too difficult." After worrying for Dylan, Neville couldn't help but start worrying about himself.

Dylan smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, Divination is actually a very simple thing, I think you should have some talent in this area." Neville blinked his eyes: "Really?" "Just kidding." Dylan walked forward. "Ah?"

The spiral staircase of the North Tower was like a sleeping giant python, with thick dust covering each step. Walking on it would leave a footprint. When they arrived at the top of the North Tower, there was no Divination classroom here, and there was no way to go down. The people who had arrived earlier gathered together and found a trapdoor in the ceiling. But there were no steps on it for them to continue going up.

Dylan knew that Professor Trelawney hadn't put down the ladder yet. Neville walked beside him in confusion: "Could this be the classroom?" Dylan shook his head and walked under the trapdoor. Just then, a string of silver ladders suddenly fell from the trapdoor. "The classroom is still above." Dylan said.

Then, he used a levitation charm to lift himself up and flew up directly. Neville was stunned for a moment, and also hurriedly grabbed the ladder and climbed up. The other students followed suit. Then, a group of people climbed the stairs and came to the classroom for their Divination class.

Neville stood next to Dylan, looking straight at his surroundings. He had never seen such a small classroom! What was this even like a normal classroom? It was clearly an "other dimension"!

The arched ceiling was high, and the wooden beams crisscrossed. Sunlight shone through the narrow stained glass windows, but was blocked by the tightly drawn curtains in the room. It could only drill out a ray of light in the gaps, and the dust in the air flew wildly in it.

In the classroom, there were small round tables, and the armchairs wrapped in floral cloth were scattered around the tables. The patterns on them were complicated, but they were inexplicably harmonious. There were also some round futons next to the chairs, scattered randomly around.

In one corner of the classroom, an old fireplace was burning fiercely. On the table, a huge copper teapot stood steadily, its body red from the fire. The spout of the pot occasionally spewed out wisps of hot air, making slight hissing sounds. The whole classroom was immersed in a hazy red light, and it was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

As soon as Ron came up, he felt so hot that he wanted to take off his clothes. Dylan, seeing that Neville looked like he was about to ...pass out, took him and sat down at a spot towards the back, near the wall. Harry and the others did the same, finding a spot nearby. The air was quite bad here, but leaning against the wall was at least a bit cooler.

The only trouble was, there were some old shelves along the wall, and on these shelves were lots of junk. Things like quill pens that looked like they hadn't been washed in ten years, playing cards with torn corners and holes, little cups with broken handles, and candles of various colors burned down to almost nothing...

Dylan scanned around. "How does it feel like it's gotten so messy again? I haven't been to Professor Trelawney's class in a while."

When he came before, it was messy, but still clean. How did it get so cluttered in just a little while?

Dylan couldn't help but point his wand at these shelves. "Scourgify!"

Magic swept over. Some spiderwebs and dust on the shelves were cleaned away. As for the items on them... Dylan didn't touch them. He just needed to avoid getting dust and spiderwebs on himself. As for these dirty things that looked like they'd been sitting for a long time - who knows if Professor Trelawney arranged them on purpose?

He waved his wand again. Some ice crystals appeared around Dylan, Neville, and the others. Not only them, but even the other students benefited, feeling the stuffy temperature around them drop significantly.

"Where's the professor?" Feeling more comfortable, Neville finally had time to look around.

Dylan looked towards the shadows. Just then, a voice suddenly sounded. The voice was soft and ethereal, a little muffled. "It is delightful to see you in the physical world, delightful."

In the dimly lit corner of the classroom, Professor Trelawney slowly walked out of the shadows, heading towards the firelight from the fireplace. She looked quite thin, and her eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses were strikingly large. Different from how Dylan had seen her before, Professor Trelawney's attire this time was quite flamboyant.

She had a thin shawl draped over her shoulders, adorned with tiny metal pieces that made a slight jingling sound when she moved – and they sparkled. Necklaces and beads were layered around her neck, and her arms and fingers were covered in bracelets and rings, clinking with every movement. She really did look the part of a Divination Seer.

Dylan blinked. It seemed Professor Trelawney took her classes quite seriously – at least right now, she looked very much like a gypsy fortune teller. Sitting in the candlelight, fiddling with crystal balls and Tarot cards, her glasses chain gleaming like snake scales in the light.

When she turned around, the crystal balls hanging from the rafters suddenly simultaneously reflected an eerie purple glow. In a corner, a dusty prophecy orb suddenly lit up and went out so quickly it looked like an illusion. The skull decoration on the fireplace mantel suddenly grinned, letting out a silent laugh. This commotion made quite a few students shrink back.

Pulling up a chair to sit down, Professor Trelawney smiled. "Don't be shy, children, you will discover here whether you possess the Sight! Before that, please sit down." Professor Trelawney's carefully prepared entrance ceremony certainly intimidated many young witches and wizards experiencing Divination for the first time.

"I am delighted that you could all make it here. Perhaps we've seen each other before, but certainly not often – I prefer not to spend too much time in campus life, the noisy environment pollutes my Inner Eye."

Since she appeared, Professor Trelawney hadn't looked at Dylan once. Instead, with exaggerated expressions and tones, she spoke mystical nonsense to the other young wizards. "Those of you who have chosen Divination as an elective will come to know the most profound of all magical arts! But..."

Professor Trelawney paused, her expression solemn, her gaze slowly sweeping over every student, finally lingering briefly on Dylan. She smiled faintly, then continued, "I must tell you upfront – if you are not born with the ability to see the future, there is little I can teach you. In this discipline, books offer extremely limited help."

As she spoke, she raised a hand, elegantly adjusting the shawl on her shoulder. "Many witches and wizards are gifted at making noise, brewing strange-smelling potions, and Apparating in and out of existence, but when faced with the mists of the future – they are completely lost!"

"Children, I must be realistic with you, the skill of seeing through the future belongs only to a very few chosen by destiny – it cannot be mastered through effort."

Neville, sitting next to Dylan, looked at Dylan with some envy. "It's great that you learned Divination so early, Dylan. You're so talented at everything you do – I wish I could be like you."

Dylan blinked: "Read more books. Actually, reading books can still help a bit with Divination." Neville nodded, opening the copy of *Unfogging the Future* placed on the table.

Meanwhile, after her opening speech, Professor Trelawney began to demonstrate her Divination skills. She stood in front of everyone, predicting non-stop. She would warn one student to be extra cautious of red-haired men. Then she would say that another student's family would encounter trouble soon. She even predicted that the teaching plan for next February would be interrupted by the flu – though this plan only applied to the Divination class.

Dylan clearly heard that Professor Trelawney wasn't truly using Divination. But he understood. Professor Trelawney's prophecies were only effective at certain key moments, and most of the Divination she performed were extremely important predictions. Unlike Dylan. Dylan's Divination could accurately predict certain events.

However, Professor Trelawney had clearly read a lot of Divination books too. At first, she was always able to give Dylan some very important insights and experiences in certain areas. It was only later, as Dylan read more and more books, that Professor Trelawney's help to him became less significant. Dylan also became busier and busier, and didn't even visit Professor Trelawney again in his second year.

"My dear, could you hand me the largest silver teacup?" Professor Trelawney, seeing that the mysterious atmosphere she created had made many students look confused and panicked, nodded with satisfaction. She looked at Lavender Brown, who was scared and shrinking in her chair, and who was closest to her, and said softly.

Lavender shakily got up, took the teacup from the shelf, and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney. "Thank you. By the way, what you've been afraid of will happen on Friday, October 16th." Professor Trelawney stared directly at Lavender, which startled her again.

"Now, in pairs, I will teach you how to perform Divination by observing the shapes of tea leaves."

Dylan was already sitting with Neville. The two naturally paired up. Following Professor Trelawney's instructions, after drinking their tea, they both swirled their teacups. After draining the tea, Dylan and Neville handed their teacups to each other.

Neville looked at the tea leaves at the bottom of the teacup and scratched his head. He flipped through the book in his hand repeatedly, trying to distinguish something from these tea leaves that seemed to show no information at all.

"It looks like a top hat, maybe, Dylan... you might become an official? I mean, a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Magic – this hat is quite tall." Neville spoke with difficulty – he clearly didn't want to say anything unpleasant.

"Is that so? That's good too." Dylan chuckled, lowered his eyes, and glanced at the teacup in his hand. There was no need to flip through the book. Dylan could see a certain future almost at a glance.

"A true lovers' knot, a ring." Dylan slightly turned the teacup, looking at the pattern at the bottom, and chuckled. "Congratulations, you will definitely find a fulfilling love later on – that lady will stay with you all the way to the end."

Dylan's words instantly made Neville's cheeks turn completely red, his ears also burning, red as if under a Color Change Charm – looking like a ripe tomato. His hands unconsciously gripped the corner of his clothes, he lowered his head slightly, looking shy.

"R-really?" His eyes occasionally looked at the teacup in Dylan's hand. After much hesitation, he couldn't help but turn slightly and look towards Dylan. However, Dylan turned the teacup again, and another new pattern appeared.

"Hmm, yarn? It looks like you might have continuous troubles in your life, perhaps turning into a mess – you'll need to calmly unravel these tangled threads, and eventually, things will smooth out."

"And this one, a cone, sort of like a wizard's hat – Neville, it seems you might go into the field of education later, I think you might even stay and teach at Hogwarts."

"Ah?!" Neville widened his eyes. "Can you see so many patterns in one cup of tea?"

Dylan smiled and nodded: "Yes, the tea leaves change, and so does fate."

End