Chapter 11: If Only I Could Steal the Sword of Gryffindor

Chapter 11: If Only I Could Steal the Sword of Gryffindor

"Woo—"

The train blew a melodious whistle after some time of waiting at the platform.

The Hogwarts Express started moving.

Steam from the chimney blew backwards.

The train chugged out of the platform and headed in the direction of endless plains and fields.

Dylan felt the scenery outside the window. It was the vibrant season, and everything seemed to be bursting with energy.

"Little brother, we're going out to play with others."

"Yes, you can read here quietly."

"It's all your fault for being so noisy, talking non-stop."

"It's clearly your fault. I was just continuing from what you were saying."

Dylan ignored these two pearls.

These two redheads also rushed out of the compartment, not knowing whom they were going to play with.

Dylan took the opportunity to take out his little wizard robe and put it on.

Along the way, he would occasionally look out the window at the scenery outside and then continue reading the book he held.

Until the Hogwarts Express gradually stopped.

The Weasley twins came back to the compartment and took their things from the seats.

"Little brother, do you only have this backpack, nothing else?"

They were returning to school for the holidays, so they quite reasonably didn't bring much.

But how could Dylan, a young wizard, bring so little?

"I've sent my heavy trunks to school by owl post."

He was a child and carrying so many things was inviting disaster.

He wouldn't carry what he could send.

In fact, if he was not worried about demonstrating that he had a system, he would have put all his personal belongings under the item column of the system.

"I see." The twins nodded.

The three of them exited the compartment and got off the train together.

A chilly wind suddenly swept through.

The cold air drilled through his sleeves.

Dylan shuddered.

"Why is it so cold here?"

He held the wand in his hand and shook it gently.

"Thermo Enchantia!"

Dylan cast a warming charm on himself.

When he was at home, he had been practicing a lot of spells.

Although none of them had been mastered to the complete level, they were just enough.

With the resistance of magic, the cold air around him felt as if it disappeared in a moment. He felt warm and comfortable.

Seeing this, George and Fred approached Dylan immediately.

"Hey! Little brother~ Quick, I want one too!"

"Give me one too!"

Dylan, who was sandwiched between these two, could not breathe. He had no other choice but to wave his wand again.

"Thermo Enchantia!"

"Thermo Enchantia!"

Two spells were cast on the redhead twins.

These two guys immediately let Dylan go.

"Thank you for being so enthusiastic. I'm going to the freshman gathering place first."

"Okay, okay."

"Go on, don't forget to come to Hogwarts to play with us~"

The twin redheads flew away and settled into the crowd, showing off the warming charms on their bodies.

Dylan shook his head helplessly, gazing at their backs, and walked towards Hagrid.

"Ah, are all the freshmen here? Let's go, then."

Hagrid was rough.

Dylan was a bit shocked when he saw him for the first time.

As a half-giant, as one would expect, how tall was he? Almost three meters?

It seemed like he could sit on him and kill him.

He looked around. It was too dark and too crowded, so he did not notice where Harry and the others were.

Hagrid held up the lantern in his hand, turned, and headed towards the rear, guiding the freshmen.

The lantern he was carrying couldn't light up the entire team.

Dylan wondered why they didn't hang some magic lamps in the dark.

The little fat wizard in front had already started stumbling and was about to sit on the ground.

"Lumos!"

He flicked the wand in his hand, and a gentle and not dazzling light burst open at the wand tip.

The darkness around was repelled.

He was at the back of the group, so with him there, the little wizards behind him could see more.

Many people cried out in surprise and then turned back to him gratefully.

These first years, led by Hagrid, were standing on the shore of a black lake after having passed through a forest.

Many little wizards raised their heads.

In the direction of the castle on the other side of the Black Lake.

Their eyes widened.

Dylan turned to look too.

Hogwarts Castle looked grand and majestic from this view. The high towers looked as if they were piercing the sky.

The AI walls were simple and solid. Lights twinkled in the castle windows, reflecting the starry night sky.

Dylan couldn't help but acknowledge that although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little astonished at this moment.

"This is Hogwarts. It's really amazing."

A shy voice said beside him.

Dylan turned and was faced with a round face.

"Hello, my. my name is Neville."

He looked slightly embarrassed and lowered his head a little.

"That, your Lumos spell just helped me a lot, or I would've fallen several times. Thank you so much."

Neville. the one who played with toads?

Dylan shook his head and smiled kindly.

"It's okay. I'm just trying to light my way."

It seemed this timid guy was the upcoming swordsman who could draw out the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat.

"Being here, I wonder if I can wield that sword."

He was just learning how to control weapons using magic to achieve a feeling akin to "Shushan swordsman."

It would be great if he could experiment using the Sword of Gryffindor.

"What's your name?"

"Dylan."

"Hello, Dylan."

".hello."

He could feel that this little fat boy wanted to be friends with him or get on the same boat.

He was too shy, however, and couldn't talk easily. Even his round little face turned red.

Dylan was so afraid that this little fat boy would choke himself.

He quickly said, "Neville, can we get on the same boat? You're the first little wizard I met."

Neville's face lit up upon hearing this.

"Of course! I was, I was just going to say that."

Dylan smiled.

He moved with the group forward.

The Black Lake was ominously dark.

It was as if falling into the abyss if you fell in.

The closer they got to the lake, the more nervous Neville became.

Dylan was also somewhat apprehensive about this deep water, but with the six complete-level Dark Arts, he was not that scared of the creatures in the water.

Anyone who came out and scared him, he would spend 100 Galleons to render the spell color colorless and cast Avada Kedavra!

"It's our turn. Get on the boat."

(End of chapter)

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