HOGWARTS - HARRY

ShareWith Professor Snape's increasingly patient explanations, Dylan began to understand many of the confusions he had encountered while studying Potions.

Once his question session ended, his finished potion was ready as well.

After examining it, Professor Snape remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"Well done. Five points to Gryffindor… for not being all stupid lions."

After that remark, Snape couldn't find any faults in Dylan's potion. Left with no choice, he rolled up his cloak and moved on to find trouble with the next student.

He circled the room, only to end up stopping in front of Harry. Staring at him with an unimpressed expression, he sneered.

"Are you cooking up some vomit-inducing soup? That's terrible. Ten points from Gryffindor for that."

Neville, sitting next to Dylan, whispered, "Professor Snape seems to be very dissatisfied with Harry. The points you just earned were deducted in an instant."

Dylan, unfazed, continued focusing on preparing his next potion.

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

Neville blinked twice.

Although he felt that what Dylan said wasn't exactly wrong…

Wasn't this still a bit too strict?

It felt completely different from Professor McGonagall's strictness!

After all, Professor McGonagall was equally firm with everyone, regardless of their House.

But why did it seem like Professor Snape was specifically targeting Harry?

Or was he only biased against Gryffindor?

Neville glanced at Dylan, who remained focused on brewing his potion.

A sudden thought popped into his mind—

Dylan is so strong!

Despite Professor Snape's intimidating presence, he remained completely indifferent!

Instead, under Snape's piercing gaze, Dylan calmly completed his first potion without hesitation!

No, I have to work harder!

Thanks to his deep knowledge of herbs, Neville performed fairly well in Potions class.

Meanwhile, Dylan continued refining his technique, striving for even more precision in potion-making.

For the entire lesson, he was so engrossed in the process that he seemed to forget everything else—eating, resting, or even looking up.

Even when Snape moved around the room, terrifying students left and right with his cutting remarks, Dylan remained undisturbed.

At one point, Snape didn't even need to approach students—his cold voice alone was enough to summon them.

Yet, amidst the usual silence, Dylan's voice kept interrupting the lesson.

"Professor! I have a question!"

"Professor! Come here quickly!"

"Professor! Professor!! Professor!!!"

Snape: "…"

For the first time, Snape had a new understanding of Dylan's relentless curiosity.

Surprisingly, rather than feeling annoyed, he answered Dylan's questions with careful consideration each time.

With Snape's guidance, Dylan's progress was remarkable.

Initially, his potions had minor imperfections—impure colors, unstable effects—but over time, his work became increasingly refined.

The rapid improvement left many young wizards stunned.

One group was shocked by how quickly he mastered potion-making.

The other was astonished that he dared to command Professor Snape around like that…

But Dylan didn't care what others thought.

He was like a sponge, absorbing all the knowledge he could from those more experienced than him.

This wasn't just about having a positive attitude—it was also because Dylan understood the value of Hogwarts' educational resources.

The truth was that, whether in England, America, or even other parts of Europe and the East, magical education was disorganized, and resources were scarce.

Hogwarts had some of the finest teaching staff in the wizarding world.

Almost every professor was a highly accomplished figure in their field.

The only exception was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, who changed every year due to the infamous curse on the position.

Even Professor Sybill Trelawney, despite her eccentric nature, was considered one of the most gifted seers in the wizarding world.

After all, she was the one who prophesied Harry Potter's fate, a prediction that shaped the entire story.

So when it came to Professor Snape—

A Potions Master.

Head of Slytherin House.

For someone so young, his achievements were astonishing.

He called others "idiots" because, in truth, he was a genius.

As for his notoriously sharp tongue, Dylan only had one thought—

More, he wanted more!

By the end of the day's lessons, Dylan presented all the potions he had brewed to Professor Snape.

Snape scrutinized them, trying to find flaws, but each potion was better than the last.

He pursed his lips and muttered, "Much better than the other idiots."

Dylan, unbothered, took it as a compliment.

It wasn't like Snape had resorted to personal attacks using his parents or ancestors.

Words like "idiot" and "fool" didn't faze him at all.

In fact, he even found Snape's grumpiness a little amusing.

Looking up, Dylan smiled and said, "I'm glad my progress is recognized by you."

Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he continued, "Professor, you're incredibly skilled. You can pinpoint my mistakes with just a few words, so…"

The surrounding students all froze, eyes widening.

They had a bad feeling about what Dylan was about to say.

Sure enough, he grinned, revealing small, sharp teeth.

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

Hiss—!

The entire class collectively sucked in their breath.

This guy is insane!

Even the Slytherins couldn't help but admire Dylan's nerve.

Although Snape was less harsh toward Slytherins than Gryffindors, he was still strict.

When Slytherin students made mistakes, he didn't hesitate to scold them mercilessly.

Yet Dylan—a Gryffindor, of all people—had just asked to consult Snape outside of class?!

To the other students, it felt like Dylan had voluntarily walked into a dragon's den and asked to be burned.

Professor Snape frowned slightly, his sharp eyes fixed on Dylan's fearless expression.

But Dylan remained unbothered, staring right up at Snape's hooked nose without blinking.

After a long silence, Snape finally let out a sigh, as if giving up.

"For the sake of achieving perfection in potions…"

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

Dylan's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Of course! That's how it should be!"

He had gotten Snape's permission!

Dylan grinned so widely his eyes crinkled.

"Merlin above!"

As the class ended, Ron and Harry walked up to Dylan, still in shock.

Ron hesitated before saying, "I'm sorry… I always thought you were supposed to be in Ravenclaw."

Dylan blinked, confused. "Huh?"

Ron grinned. "But now I realize the Sorting Hat was right."

"You're a true Gryffindor!"

Neville and Harry nodded in agreement.

(End of Chapter)

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