Chapter 65 Dylan, Teach Me!9 MarShare

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The holidays were over, and classes had resumed as usual.

Hermione, Harry, and the others had discovered what the object Fluffy, the three-headed dog, was guarding. However, after finding the answer, they no longer dwelled on the Philosopher's Stone.

After all, they were just a group of first-year wizards, and their initial curiosity had been nothing more than childish inquisitiveness.

And…

Harry had been extremely busy lately.

With the upcoming Quidditch match, Gryffindor had to accept Professor Snape as the referee. Given Snape's attitude toward Harry—and Gryffindor in general—it wasn't just Oliver Wood who was concerned. Every member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team felt that Snape would take any opportunity to deduct points from Gryffindor.

Because of this, Wood had created a tense and oppressive atmosphere during training. Every movement of the players was scrutinized and corrected under his relentless gaze. Even Harry wasn't spared.

That night, when Dylan returned to the dormitory after preparing to sneak into the Forbidden Forest, he saw Harry lying on his bed with a listless expression, looking utterly drained.

After listening to Harry complain about how exhausting everything had been lately, Dylan pursed his lips.

"I learned a new spell," he said. "When I'm really tired from studying, it helps me relax. Do you want to try it?"

Harry, who had looked completely worn out, immediately perked up. He tried to sit up but only managed to lift his head slightly.

"Of course!"

Dylan nodded slightly and drew his wand.

"Serenitas Lux!"

Soft pink particles bloomed from the tip of his wand. As soon as they touched Harry, they merged into his body.

Harry instantly felt his tense nerves relax. It was as if an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He stretched his limbs, feeling light and refreshed.

"Wow! That's amazing magic! I feel like I just had a full night's sleep!"

Dylan smirked. "I found this spell in a very old magic book. If you want to learn it, I can teach you."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Really? Dylan, teach me!"

Dylan nodded again.

He briefly explained the principles of the spell. It wasn't particularly complicated—actually, it was quite simple and very practical.

"You need to emphasize the second syllable of the first word, 're,' and also the second word," Dylan instructed.

"Make sure to pronounce the incantation slowly and evenly. Let the air flow out smoothly. Some parts should be pronounced clearly, while others should be softer and shorter."

Under Dylan's guidance, Harry quickly grasped the basics. After more than ten attempts, he successfully cast the spell.

When Ron, Neville, and the others returned, they found Dylan teaching Harry magic.

"What are you guys doing?"

Ron walked in with heavy steps. When he looked up, he saw Harry holding his wand, grinning excitedly. He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"A very useful spell!"

A mischievous glint flashed in Harry's eyes as he suddenly pointed his wand at Ron.

"Serenitas Lux!"

A golden ribbon-like light shot from the tip of Harry's wand, enveloping Ron.

Startled, Ron instinctively flinched, while Neville's eyes widened in surprise.

But the next second, the golden light merged into Ron's body. The fatigue that had been weighing him down seemed to disappear as if blown away by a breeze.

Ron blinked in disbelief. "What was that? I feel completely refreshed! Dylan, did you teach him this?"

Harry nodded enthusiastically.

Ron turned to Dylan eagerly. "You guys are secretly learning spells in the dormitory? I want to learn too!"

Dylan sighed helplessly.

"It's just a spell—it's not hard to teach."

He taught Ron, Neville, and even Seamus how to cast the spell.

By the time Seamus had learned it, even Neville had mastered it and was feeling completely refreshed.

But Ron… still hadn't managed to get it right.

At that moment, Dylan finally understood why Hermione often got frustrated with Ron.

"It's late," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I'll teach you again tomorrow when I have time."

Ron looked at him pleadingly. "Just one more try! I promise it'll be the last time!"

Dylan ignored him and started packing up his books for the next day's classes, placing them neatly into his bag.

He turned back to Ron. "That's exactly what you said when Neville learned the spell."

Ron hesitated, at a loss for words.

Dylan chuckled. "Don't worry, since you want to learn, I'll definitely teach you—but not tonight. I'm going to bed."

Ron sighed in defeat and nodded reluctantly. "Alright."

As they lay down for the night, the conversation shifted to the upcoming Quidditch match and Professor Snape.

Ron furrowed his brows in confusion. "That greasy-haired git looks like he wants to eat you alive. I still can't believe he actually saved you from Quirrell."

Harry shook his head. "I don't understand it either."

Dylan, who had finished tidying up, laid down, pulled his blanket over himself, and turned to them.

"Regardless, Professor Snape is a responsible teacher. It's his duty to protect students. Actually, I think he's not as bad as people make him out to be. Maybe he's just bad at expressing himself?"

Ron scoffed. "Bad at expressing himself? He can roast someone with just one sentence!"

"You were right next to me when he scolded me last time. Didn't you hear what he said?"

Ron then mimicked Snape's voice in an exaggeratedly dramatic tone:

"Oh! Mr. Weasley, is your brain filled with cockroaches? Or do you think your head is a mixing bowl for Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?"

"Are your hands cursed? You can't even hold herbs properly! I don't think you're cut out for potions. Maybe washing windows at Honeydukes in Hogsmeade would suit you better!"

Ron's impression was eerily accurate, down to Snape's accent.

After a pause, Ron glanced at Dylan and muttered, "You know… sometimes you sound a lot like him. Maybe you should've been in Slytherin."

Dylan smirked.

"Oh? If I'm that sharp-tongued, are you sure you want to keep talking to me like this?"

Ron's confident expression instantly froze. He shrank back, then chuckled awkwardly.

Dylan rolled his eyes and turned away.

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