Chapter 21: You Are a True Gryffindor!

Chapter 21: You Are a True Gryffindor!

With Professor Snape's increasingly patient explanations, Dylan understood many of the confusions he had encountered while learning potions.

By the time his round of questions was over.

His potions were also ready.

After reviewing them, Professor Snape was silent for a long time, finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"Not bad, five points to Gryffindor, celebrating that not all Gryffindors are foolish lions."

After saying that, Professor Snape couldn't find any fault with Dylan's potion.

He could only turn his cloak and go find trouble with the next student.

As a result, he circled around and ended up standing next to Harry again.

"Are you brewing some vomit-inducing poison soup? Terrible. Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Neville, who was sitting next to Dylan, whispered, "Professor Snape seems to have a big problem with Harry. The points you just earned were deducted."

Dylan, without looking up, focused on making the next potion.

"Don't worry about it. Capable teachers are always strict."

Neville blinked.

Although he thought Dylan's words made sense.

Wasn't this a bit... too strict?

It felt like this was on a completely different level from Professor McGonagall's strictness!

Moreover, Professor McGonagall treated all students equally, being strict with everyone.

But Professor Snape seemed to only target Harry.

Or rather, only target Gryffindor?

Neville glanced at Dylan, who was seriously brewing potions.

A thought popped into his mind—

Dylan is really strong!

He could remain calm in the face of Professor Snape's scary cold face!

And quickly brewed the first potion under Professor Snape's gaze!

"No, I have to work harder too!"

Because of his deep understanding of herbs, Neville also performed quite well in potions class.

Dylan was also constantly trying to refine his techniques to become more precise.

Throughout the class, he was completely absorbed.

Even when Snape was standing next to someone else.

He could yell at him to come over.

"Professor! I have a question here!"

"Professor!! Come over here!"

"Professor! Professor!! Professor!!!"

Snape: "..."

He had a new understanding of Dylan's eagerness to learn.

However, he didn't feel any resentment towards Dylan for constantly asking him to answer questions.

Instead, he would carefully consider and answer each question.

With Professor Snape's help, Dylan made rapid progress.

The first potions he made might have had some problems, such as impure colors or poor effects.

But as time went on, the potions he brewed became more and more perfect.

This shocked the students from both houses.

One was shocked that someone could learn to brew potions so quickly.

The other was shocked that someone dared to boss Professor Snape around...

In fact, Dylan didn't care what these professors thought of him.

He was like a sponge, constantly absorbing all kinds of knowledge from others.

This was not only because he had a positive attitude, but also because Dylan knew how precious the educational resources in the wizarding world were.

In fact, whether it was in England, the United States, or even Europe and the East...

The education system related to magic was extremely chaotic, and resources were even scarcer.

And Hogwarts' teaching staff was definitely one of the best in the entire wizarding world.

Almost every course was taught by a prominent figure in the wizarding world.

Except for...

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, who changed every semester.

Even Professor Sybill Trelawney, who taught Divination, was a leading expert in divination in the wizarding world.

After all, she was a wizard with true prophetic abilities.

The prophecy about Harry being the Chosen One was also made by her, which almost ran through the entire story.

Therefore, not to mention Professor Snape.

Potions Master, Head of Slytherin.

His age seemed insignificant compared to his achievements.

He called others fools because he was truly a genius.

And for Professor Snape's venomous tongue, Dylan just wanted to say—

Bring it on, I want more!

As the day's classes were about to end.

Dylan presented all the potions he had brewed to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape tried to point out some shortcomings, but the potions in front of him were all excellent.

He had to purse his lips: "Much better than the other fools."

Dylan didn't care.

It wasn't a personal attack against him or his family.

Words like "fool" and "idiot" were just scratching an itch; he felt nothing, and even found Professor Snape a bit cute.

Raising his head, Dylan said to Professor Snape, "I'm glad my results were recognized by you."

"Professor, you are very capable. You can point out my confusions in just a few words, so..."

As Dylan spoke, the students around him looked at him, their eyes wide, as if they had guessed what he was about to say.

Sure enough, Dylan smiled, revealing his little tiger teeth.

"Professor, can I ask you some questions in your free time?"

Hiss!

This is crazy!

The students around swallowed.

Even the Slytherins couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that Dylan was crazy!

Although Professor Snape didn't target Slytherin as much as he did Gryffindor.

However, when Slytherin students made mistakes, Professor Snape would also criticize and scold them mercilessly.

This made Dylan's behavior seem like a midnight rooster crowing—crazy!

Professor Snape frowned, his face gloomy, staring straight at the little wizard in front of him.

But Dylan seemed completely oblivious, staring up at the professor's hooked nose.

Finally, Professor Snape seemed to give in, and slowly opened his mouth: "Since you made perfect potions."

"But if your questions are worthless, I will immediately kick you out of my office."

"Of course, that's only fair!"

Dylan, having received Professor Snape's permission, smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

"By Merlin!"

When the class ended.

Ron and Harry walked towards Dylan with wide eyes.

"Sorry, I always thought you should be a Ravenclaw."

Ron suddenly said.

Dylan was puzzled.

"But now I realize that the Sorting Hat didn't make a mistake..."

"You are a true Gryffindor!"

Neville and Harry nodded repeatedly.

(End of chapter)

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