**Chapter 202: Hufflepuff's Secret Oven, an Alchemical Creation?**

Carrying Scabbers, he took him directly into his space. Scabbers squealed in Dylan's hands, but Dylan ignored him, leading him straight to the isolated island covered in Dementors.

Although it was afternoon, the light on this desolate island was a weak, pale white. The sea under the grey-blue sky above the island reflected a calm, silvery light. Dylan held Scabbers tightly by the scruff of his neck with three fingers, completely ignoring his struggles.

As they arrived on the island, the rat seemed to sense something. His whole body began to tremble with unease. At the same time, aware of their master's arrival, the grey, shadowy Dementors, trailing their tattered cloaks, drifted over from the distant mist.

Scabbers stared at them, his struggling and trembling body suddenly freezing. The gradually approaching monsters were reflected in his round eyes.

"Squeak—!!!"

The next moment, he couldn't help but let out a sharp shriek. How could this happen? How could this happen?! Where on earth had this little brat brought him?! How could there be so many Dementors here!! Run, you fool! Peter Pettigrew screamed in his heart.

However, Dylan stood still, unmoving, as if he were blind and hadn't seen those terrifying creatures at all.

"What a fool! If he dies, how am I supposed to get out of here?!" Peter Pettigrew cursed inwardly, but didn't dare to move further, terrified that acting too human might draw the Dementors' attention.

"Don't panic, don't panic... I'm just a rat, the Dementors won't suck my brain..." Peter Pettigrew shivered slightly, but didn't dare to make any large movements. He even tucked in his head, trying to play dead like an ostrich.

Seven Dementors swooped down faster. They dared not be slow. Soon, a small squad of black-robed figures lined up on the beach. Dementors A through G formed a horizontal line, standing before Dylan. The sea wind blew in their faces, carrying a chilling, salty scent.

Dementor A, at the front, was the first to bend his stooped body, his hollow face leaning closer. The fur on the rat in Dylan's hand stood on end. Just as he was cursing Dylan for being a fool and hoping the Dementors would eat his soul, he, who was playing dead, realised that the Dementor had completely ignored Dylan, a living person! Instead, it came straight towards him! A bone-chilling cold spread wildly through his body!

"Squeak!"

Scabbers shrieked loudly, but the sound cut off abruptly as the Dementor pressed closer.

"Just a little is enough, don't eat too much," Dylan instructed Dementor A.

Dementor A nodded repeatedly, but after sucking for a long time, it felt like there was nothing at all to eat—and the little bit of memory that remained was truly foul. But it dared not explain the situation to its master, who would suddenly transform into a terrifying creature covered in eyes at any moment. It could only awkwardly drag the feelings from this dead rat and swallow. It was truly a beast; not at all as tasty as humans.

After letting the seven Dementors take turns feeding a little, Dylan took the unconscious rat away from their mouths.

"Alright, go soak in the still water," Dylan waved his hand. The Dementors seemed to receive a great pardon and dispersed.

Dylan's figure flashed, and he left the space inside the suitcase. Scabbers lay limp in his palm. Dylan chuckled lightly.

"Obliviate!"

His wand flicked. Scabbers' whiskers, even in his unconscious state, twitched. He had only made the rat forget the memory of being in his world.

Afterward, Dylan casually tossed Scabbers onto Ron's bed. He then used a spell to confine him, preventing him from running around. Next, Dylan did not enter his space again. Instead, after tossing some food to his pets inside, he sat in the dormitory chair and began flipping through books.

It wasn't until dinnertime that he picked up Scabbers again and went to the Great Hall. By this time, Ron and Harry had also returned from the library. It seemed they had finished copying their homework.

After scraping the last bit of creamy seafood soup from his plate with a knife, Dylan folded his napkin, wiped his mouth, and reached for a small dessert.

Suddenly, Ron, sitting next to him, poked him with a wink. "Hey, Dylan, over there!"

As Ron's words fell, Dylan also looked up in the direction he pointed. At that moment, Luna, with her seaweed-like platinum blonde hair swaying, was walking from the Ravenclaw table. This time, the things hanging from her ears were no longer radishes, but tiny specimens of some kind of insect.

"Your bread roll seems to be winking at me." Luna walked up to Dylan, looking at the butter roll in his hand, and smiled slightly. "Does it want to turn into a raven and go see the Whomping Willow bloom?"

Ron looked confused. He glanced at the bread roll in Dylan's hand, then at the girl others called eccentric. He didn't understand. What did a bread roll have to do with a raven? This girl really was a bit mad... Everything she said was completely incomprehensible.

Meanwhile, Hermione, sitting opposite, also glanced over. She then lifted her head, casting a sideways look at Ron. Ron gave an awkward smile.

What he didn't expect was that Dylan would shove the bread roll whole into his mouth, then with puffed-out cheeks, actually replied to Luna. "Rather than flying bread, I'd like to know if the secret oven you mentioned in the Hufflepuff common room really exists."

Luna looked at Dylan's puffed cheeks, chewing away, and somehow found it strangely endearing. She paused slightly, then said seriously, "Of course, I saw a glimpse of it last time."

"A secret oven?" Ron was startled again. "What's that?"

Harry blinked too.

Luna replied, "A very magical oven. Last time I even baked a rock cake with feathers in it; it could even fly, just not very far."

"Because the rock cake was too heavy?"

Luna nodded, "Yes."

Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You can bake rock cakes too? Do they really taste good?"

Luna thought seriously before answering, "I think they're not bad. Actually, if you don't bake them too long, rock cakes are quite crispy."

Ron was taken aback, "Crispy?"

"Especially the wings the secret oven baked onto the cake, they're very crispy and delicious."

Hermione frowned and asked, "Where in Hufflepuff is there a secret oven?"

Luna blinked and looked at her. "This oven moves and can turn invisible. I think it might be some kind of magical object, so I call it the secret oven."

Hermione looked completely unconvinced.

Dylan, however, said, "In Hufflepuff, there are actually quite a few strange magical kitchen utensils. I think this might be one of Hufflepuff's treasures."

Hermione looked at Dylan, her expression clearly saying – are you serious??

He nodded at her. "There's no doubt about it, because old... Headmaster Dumbledore told me. I mentioned it to Luna last time, and I didn't expect it to really exist, and for her to find it."

Dylan turned his head and looked at Luna again. "Speaking of which, how did you see it?"

Luna's expression was calm, "Well... I just walked past."

Dylan blinked his eyelashes, "And then you saw it?"

Luna nodded, "Yes."

Ron watched the two of them, his gaze darting back and forth. "These two... they really do have a connection."

Luna said, "The other Hufflepuff students were quite surprised when they saw that oven again at that time."

"But I heard them say that there are indeed rumours circulating in Hufflepuff about the existence of some magical kitchen utensils in their house."

Dylan wiped away sweat that wasn't there from his forehead. As expected, this girl had quite high talent on the spiritual level. Dylan smacked his lips. He had also gone to the Hufflepuff kitchens a few times with Luna.

But he hadn't encountered any magical kitchen utensils. He didn't expect Luna to encounter one herself.

"Perhaps some other Hufflepuff students have seen that oven, but no one paid attention before."

"Perhaps," Luna tilted her head, her platinum blonde hair sliding over her shoulder with the movement, the insect earrings on her ears gently swaying, a faint smile hanging on her lips. "Do you want to go see it with me? I think that secret oven should still be there."

"Of course, I'd be delighted." Dylan took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and stood up. "Everyone, I'll be off then."

Neville was the first to nod. Ron also said, "Go on, go on, remember to bring back some of the baked goods." Last time, Dylan had brought him a biscuit, and it was surprisingly delicious.

Harry also nodded.

Hermione, sitting opposite, just pouted and snorted lightly. "Instead of doing these things, you should spend more time reading books."

By this time, Dylan and Luna had already walked away. Ron turned back to Hermione and muttered softly, "Why do I feel like... someone doesn't seem too happy to see Dylan having some free time?"

Hermione glared at him. "Just eat your food."

"Hmph." Ron forked a piece of steak into his mouth, his voice even lower. "Can't even say the truth."

Hermione's eyes widened.

Harry chuckled dryly and interrupted, "Let's finish eating quickly too."

"Hmph!" Hermione turned her head away.

"Hmph." Ron sniffed.

...

Meanwhile, Dylan and Luna turned into the east side of the Hufflepuff kitchens.

"Is it here?"

Luna nodded, "I saw it here today. I was originally going to see if there were any special creatures in the Hufflepuff common room, but I ran into this oven again."

"I think not many people should have discovered it."

In the shadows, an inconspicuous oven sat quietly on a table. Dylan examined it, pacing slightly around the table. The scent of alchemical magic. As expected, is this something unique to Hufflepuff?

"But I remember Hufflepuff's alchemy wasn't supposed to be very good, was it?" Dylan stroked his chin. Could this oven be an alchemical creation from the time of Helga Hufflepuff?

"Well, alchemy also has intricate connections with the earth element, and Hufflepuff is particularly skilled in spells related to food. Perhaps this alchemical creation isn't just simple alchemy." Moreover, at Hufflepuff's level, she must have at least some mastery of alchemy, if not a powerful one.

"Can this oven transform the things you bake?" Dylan asked Luna. This girl had just said in the Great Hall that when she baked a rock cake, it came out with wings. This made Dylan a little curious about the function of this secret oven. Could it be that this oven randomly added something extra to the food baked in it?

"It seems so—at least I didn't give that rock cake a pair of wings."

Dylan nodded, looking thoughtfully at the oven. "It seems there are still quite a few good things at Hogwarts that I haven't discovered." He really wanted to take them all into his space. Or why not just move the entire Hogwarts? Then, anyone who wanted to attend school could just come to his space. This way, the school fees wouldn't be a concern for the school board. He would waive the fees for the poor students, and for the rich ones... Like Malfoy. Ten thousand Galleons a year would be a good start.

"What do you want to make today?" Luna asked.

Dylan came back to his senses, looked at the blonde girl beside him, and smiled slightly. "How about biscuits? They're convenient and also very tasty."

Luna nodded, standing on tiptoe to reach for the flour bag on the wooden shelf beside them. Her platinum blonde hair hung down, swaying.

"Let's put on aprons first." Dylan walked to the kitchen door and came back with two aprons in his hands. Seeing that Luna had already taken down the bag of flour from the shelf, he set the other one aside.

He wrapped an apron around Luna's shoulders. As the fabric brushed past the tip of her nose, Luna couldn't help but let out a soft sneeze.

"Sorry," Dylan blinked and helped Luna tie the apron.

"It's alright, thank you," Luna smiled. Facing Luna, Dylan felt, quite rarely, that he wasn't facing someone his current age, but rather someone who was truly his peer. Although her words sometimes seemed strange, to Dylan, Luna's thoughts could keep pace with his. Similarly, he could keep pace with hers. Like him, Luna didn't care much about academics or so-called honours. Instead, she had a clear understanding of her own goals. This made Dylan feel like he had found a truly significant companion.

"You're welcome." Dylan crossed the two straps and tied them around Luna's waist. The girl's waist was very slender. As Dylan tied the last knot, his wrist accidentally brushed Luna's hair. She couldn't help but giggle.

"Tickles."

Dylan's hand paused, and the knot was almost tied crookedly. "Sorry, sorry."

Afterward, Dylan and Luna started mixing the flour together—of course, not by hand. They used spells. Therefore, the process of making biscuits was very quick.

However, for the last step, Dylan didn't directly use a spell to shape the biscuits. He wanted to study the effect of this oven and also understand its principle. Regardless of whether the oven was made by Helga Hufflepuff or someone else, it was essentially just an alchemical creation. Dylan just wanted to know if this oven was purely an alchemical creation or an alchemical creation imbued with cooking spells.

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