Chapter 31: Dylan's Way of Releasing Pressure
Dylan believes that reading any knowledge in Potions only once is absolutely not enough.
Because that is very likely to cause some omissions.
Only repeated reading can turn the knowledge in the book into one's own.
For Potions, Dylan believes that there are many key points of knowledge that are quite complicated, and too many details need to be remembered.
Otherwise, it is very likely that the entire result of brewing the potion will fail due to an inconspicuous small link.
With Potions Master Snape personally tutoring him, Dylan didn't want to waste time on some trivial mistakes.
Thus.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin students saw Dylan sitting in the distance by himself, taking out a book and reading it with relish.
The two sides stood in their own groups, wanting to quarrel, but they didn't dare to.
The Slytherin snakes were worried that if they were too noisy, Dylan would cast a Silencing Charm on all of them.
They had never learned this kind of spell!
So they didn't know how to crack it.
And the Disarming Charm is not considered a very high-level spell. In fact, many little wizards can use it.
But how to use their Disarming Charm to cancel Dylan's spell is also a problem.
Someone had already tried it just now, and it didn't work at all!
And Gryffindor simply didn't want to disturb Dylan's reading.
After all, the more Dylan knew, to some extent, it could also show that they, Gryffindor, knew more!
And the more inferior the Slytherin people were to them, the more it showed that the Slytherin guys knew less than them!
So, the more Dylan knew, the less Slytherin knew!
As long as they could overwhelm these Slytherins, it could be said that whatever Dylan wanted to do now, these little lions would cheer!
Hawkwood, long live—!!!
For a time, the two sides glared at each other, but they were all silent.
The students of the two houses just stared at each other, the atmosphere was clearly tense, but they maintained a strange silence.
Until Madam Hooch came back with Neville.
Dylan put away the book in his hand and stood up.
"Fortunately, Mr. Longbottom didn't suffer any serious injuries, and the only abrasion on his knee was healed by your spell." Madam Hooch said.
Dylan nodded slightly.
"Okay, students, now you know how dangerous flying is, right?"
Madam Hooch made everyone line up again, and then continued the class.
In one class.
Harry and Malfoy both showed good flying talent.
Dylan flew mediocrely, not particularly outstanding.
After class, Ron approached Dylan and said slyly, "You were so cool just now! You stunned those Slytherin guys. No one dared to argue with you!"
"I really suspect that you are actually an absolute Slytherin!"
Ron nodded while talking to himself.
"Yes, if you weren't from a Muggle family, you would definitely be sorted into Slytherin! Even Professor Snape would be embarrassed in front of you!"
Dylan glanced at him and then raised his wand.
This little thing's mouth is really broken.
Should he give him a Petrificus Totalus, or a Cruciatus Curse?
Seeing Dylan raise his wand, Ron immediately shrank his neck, took a step back, and followed Harry again.
"Hey, Harry! When Madam Hooch praised your flying talent today and recommended you to the Quidditch team, you didn't see Malfoy's face! It was as green as a gourd!"
Harry also smiled.
The two walked towards the Great Hall.
Preparing for dinner.
Just found a seat and sat down, Harry said, "Madam Hooch said she would take me somewhere later."
"It must be to recommend you to the Quidditch team! My goodness, a first-year student can directly become a Quidditch player! Those Slytherins must be so angry!" Ron looked excited.
Dylan didn't care about these, but ate his dinner.
In flying class, he did feel that he could control the flying broom more freely.
But he didn't do that, because he didn't want any professor to recommend him to the Quidditch team.
"After buying a Nimbus 2000, I can practice in the morning when no one is around."
Dylan brought over a newly appeared steak.
The steak sizzled, and the rich and mellow meat aroma also had a hint of milk and fresh pepper.
The food at Hogwarts was much better than the white people's food he usually ate.
Take this steak as an example.
The steak in front of him had slightly charred edges, and the texture oozed crystal clear gravy, which gathered into a pool of shiny "little pond" in the plate.
He cut a small piece and put it in his mouth. His teeth could feel the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside taste.
The charred and crispy of the steak perfectly blended with the juicy meat inside.
As he chewed, the gravy overflowed, and the mellow beef taste spread on the tip of his tongue with the milk aroma.
"Did the house-elves use any magic when cooking? The taste is completely different from the steak I bought outside."
Dylan was curious. If there was such magic, then after he mastered it, he wouldn't just cook it until it was cooked.
The setting sun outside the window sprinkled through the window on the wooden dining table, plating the dishes in the plate with a golden edge.
Dylan was focused, the pressure of busy study on weekdays turned into a void background at this moment, leaving only the food in front of him and the peace in his heart.
This was a good way for Dylan to relieve pressure.
In fact, even when he was constantly absorbing knowledge on weekdays, he would feel faint pressure.
This was normal. If pressure existed, it needed to be released.
His achievement only allowed him to use dark magic without mobilizing negative emotions, which didn't mean that he wouldn't have negative emotions on weekdays.
Too much pressure would inevitably become a burden, and may even turn into negative emotions.
At that time, he couldn't guarantee that if he saw someone unhappy, he wouldn't just give the other person a Bombarda Maxima, or Petrificus Totalus, or Diffindo.
Therefore, in the short moment of dinner every day, Dylan would completely pour his consciousness into the food, and think about nothing else, so that the pressure would slowly disappear in one chew after another.
But if people want to be idle, troubles will always come to them.
Malfoy and his group rushed into the Great Hall, quickly locked their position, and walked over angrily.
Dylan didn't even look at them.
But after Malfoy saw Dylan, the surging momentum immediately shrank.
After hesitating for a moment, under the gaze of a few younger brothers behind him, Malfoy still stood up.
(End of chapter)
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