Chapter 148: Fire Dragon Dylan! Breathing fire!
Dylan's muscles swelled, brimming with explosive power. His feet rapidly grew larger, and sharp, curved claws emerged from his fingertips, easily digging deep into the soil.
His spine arched high upwards, and a tearing pain shot through his shoulder blades.
Dylan endured it, and soon, a pair of massive wings burst forth from his body.
His neck rapidly elongated, his face grotesquely twisted, and his original features were replaced by a long, pointed dragon snout filled with sharp fangs.
"Hoo!"
Dylan gently exhaled, and two scorching streams of air shot out from his nostrils, carrying a faint scent of sulfur. They ignited the fallen pine needles, and tiny sparks danced among the gaps in his scales.
"My Animagus is actually a dragon?!"
Dylan had now transformed into a magnificent dragon, his entire body covered in thick, coarse scales with serrated edges that gleamed with a cold light.
His head was massive and broad, and a pair of vertical pupils, as they opened and closed, erupted with wild brilliance.
He lightly flicked his tail, which was like a thick steel whip, covered in spikes. A casual sway could snap nearby branches.
"Why did I turn into a fire dragon? And a Norwegian Ridgeback at that!"
Dylan was initially so startled when he saw the image of the creature appear in his mind that he almost directly interrupted the Animagus transformation.
Because, in the usual sense, Animagi cannot transform into magical creatures.
Or rather, Animagi are usually limited to transforming into non-magical creatures.
If someone attempts to transform into a magical creature, it will lead to completely unpredictable consequences!
Dylan had recently read many research books on Transfiguration.
It wasn't just the so-called official rules; essentially, the magic of wizards and the magic of magical creatures operate with fundamentally different mechanisms.
And Animagus itself is a form of magic, based on the wizard's own magical power, establishing a transfigurative link with a specific non-magical animal.
Therefore, the magical mechanisms of magical creatures differ from those of wizards, naturally making them difficult to adapt to Animagus transformation magic.
Furthermore, magical creatures often possess unique physical structures, powerful special abilities, or extremely rare magical properties.
—For example, a Phoenix can be reborn from ashes.
Fire dragons... also breathe fire.
These abilities clearly exceed the scope that ordinary wizards can imitate and control through Animagus magic.
Especially when attempting to transform into a magical creature, it is highly likely to cause a conflict between the wizard's own magic and the magical creature's magic.
This can lead to physical or magical disturbances, causing uncontrolled magical outbursts, or severe magical injuries that are difficult to heal.
Additionally, the thought patterns and instincts of magical creatures are very different from those of non-magical animals.
After transforming into a magical creature, a wizard might find it difficult to maintain their human mind and will, leading to self-loss and an inability to transform back into human form.
Even if they eventually have the chance to transform back into a human, they would be left with severe, incurable psychological trauma.
This was the answer Dylan had gleaned from various Transfiguration books—even Professor McGonagall had told him the same.
It was no wonder Dylan was so cautious.
However, the problem is, Animagus, in the process of practice, although not necessarily aiming for a specific transformation, magic will guide the practicing wizard towards the most suitable direction for themselves.
Dylan had absolutely no idea that the most suitable creature for him would be a dragon.
If he hadn't urgently performed a divination, which showed that even transforming into a fire dragon wouldn't lead to too much hardship, he might have even interrupted this Animagus transformation.
"Didn't they say that the animal an Animagus transforms into often has some connection to the wizard's personality and temperament? How could I have any similarity to a dragon?"
Dylan didn't understand.
He raised a claw, feeling the changes brought by the transformation in his body structure, and for a moment, he felt a sense of wonder.
Just then, Norberta, who had been circling high in the sky, finally noticed the commotion from Dylan's direction and descended.
It paused warily at first, snorting plumes of hot air from its nostrils.
But looking at this fire dragon, which was even larger than itself, a hint of confusion flickered in Norberta's eyes.
"Idiot! I'm your master!"
Dylan opened his mouth, and a roaring sound escaped.
However, Norberta understood and roared back in response.
"Where did you come from, you idiot? No, how could you be my master? He's not as handsome as you!"
"..."
Dylan's dragon face instantly froze, and his eyelids twitched twice.
Oh? A Norwegian Ridgeback's eyelids can twitch?
Dylan discovered another strange thing.
He had thought that creatures like crocodiles, lizards, and fire dragons, although they could blink, couldn't make such expressive eye movements.
Dylan felt the structure of his body. He had a premonition that if he wanted to, he could breathe fire just by opening his mouth.
And most importantly, the max-level spells he had mastered could still be used even while he was transformed into a fire dragon! This discovery delighted Dylan even more.
He looked at Norberta.
"Roar!"
He opened his mouth, and a stream of Fiendfyre, black as night, shot out.
Norberta was immediately startled, frantically flapping its wings to dodge the attack.
"Roar?"
Seeing that the flames spat out by this fellow dragon, several sizes larger than itself, were actually different from its own.
Instead, they greatly resembled the malevolent flames its wicked master usually conjured with that wooden stick.
Norberta finally believed him.
"Don't attack me anymore! Master! I submit!"
Norberta whimpered and flapped its wings, landing not far from Dylan.
Seeing that its master wasn't attempting to attack it further, it ran over on its sturdy claws.
"Oh my goodness, Master, how did you become like me? And I think you look so handsome!"
Norberta whimpered and circled Dylan, occasionally tilting its head, its small eyes filled with curiosity.
At the same time, Coal Ball gracefully darted over, raising its head, its vertical pupils fixed on Dylan, its whiskers trembling slightly with each breath.
"Moo!"
Dylan waved a claw at Coal Ball.
Signal it to jump onto you.
Coal Ball gently shook its head, then in a few quick leaps, it landed on Dylan's back.
Dylan felt the wings behind him.
He tried slowly flapping them, attempting to take flight.
However, even with his mastery of Voldemort's flying spell, flying with wings was still very unfamiliar to Dylan.
He flapped a couple of times, his huge wings continuously beating in the air, instantly creating a whooshing sound of wind.
Yet, Dylan barely managed to get off the ground—this was largely because he was forcefully lifting himself by creating a wind with his wings.
If Coal Ball hadn't been so well-coordinated, it would have been thrown off by Dylan's swaying.
"Caw-caw-caw~"
Seeing his somewhat comical appearance, Norberta couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Dylan's eyes widened. "You dare laugh at me? Have you forgotten how you couldn't fly for ages before, and then landed right on my backside?"
...
Little Norberta, having laughed enough, extended a claw and came over to Dylan, then turned its back to him and began demonstrating the essentials of flight.
"Hmph, at least you, you ungrateful little thing, have some conscience."
Dylan immediately stopped his movements, staring intently at Norberta's form.
He watched as it first ran quickly to build momentum, then powerfully flapped its wings, using the updraft to lightly soar into the sky.
"Swish!"
The hurricane kicked up by Norberta's dive swept up dead leaves from the ground. These scorched fragments formed the outline of a young fire dragon in the air, then scattered violently upon touching Dylan's newly grown dragon wings.
Dylan mimicked the movements, extending his hind limbs and running a few steps, then pushed off vigorously and flapped his wings with all his might.
"Whoosh!"
On Dylan's third attempt at flapping his wings, the piercing scream of the wing membranes tearing through the air caused trees over ten meters away to tremble violently.
Dylan finally succeeded in flying!
Though it was a bit shaky.
"Moo!"
Due to Dylan's clumsy flying posture, he clearly hadn't fully accustomed himself to this body and new way of flying, causing him to wobble in the air.
This scared Coal Ball so much that it extended its claws and clung tightly to Dylan's scales.
"Moo! Moo!!"
Dylan looked down at his small space, with Norberta flying beside him.
A surge of pride suddenly welled up in him.
This was his world!
And it would only grow larger and more boundless!
Thinking thus, a surge of excitement came over him, and Dylan threw his head back.
"Awoo—!"
Norberta flapped her wings, flying beside her master. Hearing Dylan's roar, she didn't know what he was yelling but also raised her head in cooperation.
"Awoo~"
Dylan was amused.
He slowly descended with Norberta.
At this point, the goblins and Cornish pixies in the forest, who were already overwhelmed by just Norberta being a fire dragon, were now terrified.
Now, the evil human who had confined them here, extracting their blood and burning their kin daily, had also transformed into a dragon!
That kind of immense pressure made them tremble in fear, hiding in their dens, completely unwilling to come out, terrified that even a peek would lead to them being captured alive by that terrifying creature!
The other creatures in the forest shared the same sentiment. After Dylan transformed back into human form, he glanced into the forest, and it was utterly silent.
However, he didn't pay attention to these forest creatures.
Currently, the forest was simply too small. Later, as the space expands and the forest grows with it, such problems will naturally resolve themselves without him needing to intervene.
Holding his wand again, at this moment, he felt an even stronger connection to it.
And he couldn't help but wonder why he had transformed into a magical creature.
One must know that even old Dumbledore doesn't use Animagus magic—though it's possible he's deliberately hiding it.
Could it even be that Dumbledore had long since transformed into a phoenix, deliberately orchestrating his own death for everyone to witness?
Just to secretly, deceptively, and anonymously shed the identity of Dumbledore, completely escape the past, and enjoy boundless freedom?
If Dylan had that ability, standing in Dumbledore's shoes, he might do the same.
Of course, in any case, this was merely a guess of his, without any substantial evidence to prove it.
It's even possible that Dumbledore never even became an Animagus.
However, this only made Dylan more confused.
"Even if I feed Norberta every day, I also feed Coal Ball every day! Why would the spell guide me to become a fire dragon and not a shadowy cat?"
"Also, even though I've gained a clear understanding of their physical structures through my daily observations of these two magical creatures."
"However... if merely by bleeding them and researching their bodies, I could become a magical creature, then I've also drawn blood from unicorns! When I did, I even took the opportunity to study the unicorn's physical structure. Why didn't I turn into a unicorn?"
Dylan couldn't give himself an accurate answer to this question.
Because in Transfiguration, there was absolutely no knowledge regarding this—no one had ever transformed into a magical creature.
After much thought, Dylan could only come up with one possibility.
"Unless, that person themselves has magical creature bloodline."
Upon considering this possibility, Dylan was deeply astonished.
"My dad's ancestors were dragons?? Or is it my mom? No, that's not right. The origin of wizards, whether by birth, divine creation, or ancient inheritance, has nothing to do with magical creatures."
"—How could a wizard have children with a magical creature?"
This Animagus transformation was quite perfect; while it surprised Dylan, it also gave him further discoveries about certain knowledge.
"It seems another research project needs to be added to my agenda."
Dylan sighed softly.
And he would almost certainly have to research this alone! —Dylan didn't want to tell anyone else that he had become an Animagus.
He could already imagine that if he told Professor McGonagall that he had not only become an Animagus but also that his Animagus was a fire dragon! Professor McGonagall might not faint, but she would certainly drag him away and treat him as a test subject for research! It was always Dylan who researched others; how could he let others research him? Even if he were to be researched, it would have to be by himself!
"Oh, other people's Animagi are rats, cats, big black dogs. My Animagus... a dragon."
In fact, the knowledge Dylan gleaned from books, including what Professor McGonagall told him, suggested that the primary purpose of an Animagus for a wizard is essentially for gathering intelligence, covert operations, self-protection, and escape.
For example, Sirius Black could use his Animagus form to deceive Dementors.
Professor McGonagall could also, by leveraging the "fluidity" characteristic of cats, directly become "liquid" to avoid many harms.
Or like Peter Pettigrew, who could just dive into a sewer and escape.
However, whether others transform into cats, dogs, or rats.
His transformation, on the other hand...
Directly transforming into a fire dragon made him infinitely more conspicuous than his human form! Wasn't this just openly telling the enemy—"I'm here, come and kill me"?
Of course, given his magical prowess.
Dylan believed that if he directly transformed into a fire dragon, with maximum magic resistance, opponents wouldn't be able to harm him.
And as a human wizard, his ability to wield killing curses was overwhelming, so he wasn't afraid of being outmatched.
Therefore, for Dylan, neither disguise nor escape were significant uses for his Animagus form.
Instead, because Dylan's strength was already formidable, his Animagus had simply become another part of his power.
"Never mind, whether it's the beautifying function of the wizarding robe, the invisibility effect brought by the Shadow Realm, or even Coal Ball's ethereal ability, hiding and lurking... I don't need to transform into an Animagus to achieve those."
Dylan pulled out a notebook and quickly jotted down his feelings and thoughts from when he had just transformed into a fire dragon.
"When a fire dragon breathes fire, it's not generated by some specific organ within its body; fire dragons don't possess any highly specialized internal organs."
"The fire-breathing ability of fire dragons isn't absolute. Just like the Basilisk's gaze, Occamies' ability to grow and shrink, and the Phoenix's rebirth, it's an innate magical ability that magical creatures possess. However, a fire dragon's ability can be combined with Fiendfyre."
Dylan's pen paused as he wrote this.
Then, he began to write down some of his conjectures and speculations.
Just like the magic of magical creatures, wizards generally cannot learn it—because it's simply impossible.
However, Dylan's current Animagus form was a fire dragon, and when he felt how the fire dragon spewed flames from its mouth, Dylan naturally applied the Fiendfyre Curse he had mastered.
This might be the first time in the world that magical creature magic and wizarding magic have been combined.
After recording all his many conjectures in the notebook, Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, then put his things away and involuntarily clenched his fists.
"Although my body is still human, the power surging within me now far exceeds what it was before."
Calming his mind, he sank his consciousness into his thoughts.
He could even feel every one of his heartbeats, like a battle drum thundering! Transmitting endless power from his heart to his entire body!
"Strange, why do I always feel that I still possess the strength of a dragon even now?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow, and inspiration struck him. He suddenly wanted to try something...
Dylan walked to a slightly more open area, his expression serious. He took a deep breath, his chest swelling, and his breathing became more intense.
He closed his eyes and began to deliberately recall and channel the magic that surged within him when he transformed into a fire dragon.
Suddenly, even in his human form, he truly sensed the presence of that magic! As the magic continuously gathered within him, Dylan suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam bursting forth.
His lips parted slightly.
"Boom!"
Instantly, a scorching tongue of fire violently shot out from his mouth, soaring straight into the sky!
The fiery tongue, carrying rolling heatwaves and an evil aura of destruction, twisted wildly in the air.
By his estimation, this fiery serpent was a good forty to fifty feet long!
Roughly the same distance he could blast fire when transformed into a fire dragon! "Humming"
The scorching high temperature made the surrounding air warp and distort.
However, Dylan, in his human form, was not affected in the slightest by this powerful dragon's breath.
Seeing this scene, an uncontrollable joy surged in Dylan's heart.
"I'm a freaking human-shaped Tyrannosaurus Rex?!"
Dylan tried to grasp his wand, waving his arm forcefully in mid-air.
Light flickered at the tip of his wand, and the massive, still-dissipating tongue of fire was precisely controlled by him.
Dylan turned his target to a large tree not far away. As his wand twirled, the fiery tongue, like a tamed beast, rapidly lunged towards the massive tree.
In the blink of an eye, the orange-red flames tightly enveloped the giant tree, and roaring inferno instantly ignited it.
"Crackling!"
Loud crackling sounds echoed.
Thick black smoke abruptly billowed upwards.
In just a few moments, the giant tree, which would have taken three or four people to embrace, was completely burned away, leaving behind only a pile of smoldering ashes.
Just then, a sharp squealing sound came.
Dylan looked over and saw a goblin quickly fleeing deeper into the forest from near the large tree.
"Heh, even if I don't use the Fiendfyre Curse, this dragon's breath is much more powerful than the Incendio spell!"
Dylan estimated that he'd have to use Firestorm to even compare to his dragon's breath.
However, the magical energy consumed by Firestorm was far greater than the cost of spitting out such a single breath!
"This must be one of the few attack methods I have that can be cast silently directly in front of anyone, right?"
As for being questioned...
Isn't this just an enhanced version of Incendio?
What, only you are allowed to use Firestorm, but I'm not allowed to use dragon's breath?
After researching for quite a while longer in his suitcase space, nearly filling half a notebook, Dylan finally stopped.
He exited the suitcase space.
It wasn't until the next day that Dylan returned Tom's diary to Harry.
"It's a shame, I couldn't find anything useful on it either."
Harry took the diary, pursing his lips. "If even you, Dylan, can't find any clues..."
"Maybe it's just an ordinary diary," Dylan shook his head, removing the Imperius Curse he had placed on the diary.
—Tom was just Tom, a small fragment of Voldemort's soul from his student days.
He had no ability to resist Dylan's max-level Imperius Curse, which could even control giant dragons.
—Even if that dragon was still in its egg at the time.
After dinner, Dylan returned to his dormitory.
Before entering his suitcase space to practice flying, he claimed the accumulated achievement rewards.
None of them were very useful.
Especially after he transformed into an Animagus, the unlocked achievement rewards only made his dragon form appear even more handsome.
—This was absolutely redundant!
He was already incredibly handsome after transforming into a dragon! He didn't need this lousy reward to enhance it further! However, buying his own apartment did unlock a fairly decent achievement reward.
Dylan reflected on his recent achievement reward:
[Achievement]: I'm the owner!
[Description]: Know who the owner is? It's me, it's me!
[Requirement]: Own a property completely belonging to yourself.
[Achievement Reward]: Spooky Aura Magic Array
[Magic Array]: Spooky Aura
[Activation Method]: At the darkest hour of midnight, gather graveyard phosphorescent light, powdered bat fangs, fibers from aged burial shrouds, and powdered biological remains scorched by Fiendfyre. Mix them and seal them within a crystal ball, then bury it underground in front of the house's main entrance. Chant the incantation to form the magic array.
[Ability]: Once activated, the magic array will automatically cast the "Spooky Aura" spell. The house will be enveloped in a dense ghostly aura, forming an invisible barrier imperceptible to the naked eye. When enemies approach, the ghostly aura will transform into ferocious evil spirits, pouncing on the homeowner's enemies.
[Note]: The ghostly aura can interfere with enemy magic, causing their spells to become chaotic and their power to weaken.
This reward was quite good.
It was called a "magic array," but it was essentially just a spell that, once set up, didn't require his continuous magical input to function.
"But this 'Spooky Aura' is just too unfitting for my identity, isn't it? Shouldn't I at least get something like 'Holy Light Protection'? What's with summoning evil spirits?"
Dylan shook his head.
However, although he now owned a property, the handover process was still troublesome.
Dylan was waiting for a letter from Gringotts, notifying him to arrange the property transfer.
Placing his suitcase by his bed, Dylan opened the lid and climbed inside.
For the next few days, Dylan set aside some time from exploring other knowledge to practice Animagus and hone his flying skills.
During this time, the overall atmosphere at Hogwarts improved slightly.
This was because Professor Sprout brought good news to everyone: the Mandrakes would soon be out of their infancy!
This meant that Professor Snape could use the Mandrakes to brew many restorative potions! With potions in hand, there was naturally less fear of being attacked! —Provided there were no close-quarters attacks.
Otherwise, who knew if the rumored monster, besides being able to petrify people, could also swallow a person whole in one gulp!
So, although the atmosphere at Hogwarts improved a bit, it only served to make the students less tense.
"Oh dear! Dylan, ever since the Christmas holidays ended and I had to come back to school, I've felt my right eyelid twitching constantly!"
At the dinner table, Neville sat next to Dylan. Faced with the delicious food, he had no appetite, continuously poking his steak with a fork.
The steak kept oozing water.
"I remember you said the year before last, 'Left eye jumps for wealth, right eye jumps for disaster!' My right eyelid keeps twitching; will something bad happen?"
Dylan turned his head, ate a cherry tomato, and, while slowly chewing, asked, "When did I say that?"
Neville, still fixated on his twitching eyelid, said, "Right when we first met! I lost Trevor several times, and thankfully you always found him for me. After that, I was so scared of accidentally losing him again that my right eyelid kept twitching, and that's what you said back then."
Dylan blinked, popping another cherry tomato into his mouth. "Oh, really? I barely remember. Neville, you have a good memory."
Neville scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. "Not really, it's just that what you said sounded so cool, and it turned out to be true! It felt like divination, or some kind of prophecy."
Dylan smiled and continued eating.
Neville leaned closer, lowering his voice as he glanced at Harry and Ron across the table. "They've been looking pretty down ever since Hermione was attacked."
Dylan cast a quick glance at Harry and Ron, then shrugged. "It's normal to worry about your friends."
Neville nodded. "That's true. I imagine if something happened to you, I'd be really worried too."
Dylan's hand, midway to his mouth with a tomato, paused. He turned to Neville.
Could you perhaps say something a little more pleasant?
Neville, it seemed, had picked up some of Dylan's bluntness, or perhaps it was just his natural way, but even casual conversation could leave one speechless. Dylan considered suggesting some positive-thinking books to Neville, to encourage friendlier speech. But since Neville clearly meant no harm, Dylan simply sighed, retracted his gaze, and resumed eating.
Mid-February, the 14th—Valentine's Day.
Instead of waiting for the Mandrake plants to mature, the Hogwarts staff and students were treated to Gilderoy Lockhart's latest spectacle in the Great Hall.
Early that morning, Dylan, having been up late on a "private meeting" with Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest, woke up later than usual. He arrived at the Great Hall with Harry and the others. Before they even entered, they saw a crowd gathered outside the doors. Once the flow of students moved inside, Dylan and Harry stepped into the hall, and their eyes were immediately assaulted by the flamboyant decorations.
The normally solemn and spacious hall had been transformed into what looked like a wedding venue. Dylan noted the walls, presumably enchanted with a Growth Charm, now overflowing with countless pink blossoms. Petals layered over petals, exuding a rich, sweet fragrance. Large clusters of flowers intertwined, forming romantic patterns that stretched from the walls to the corners.
Even more exaggerated, as Dylan and the other students took their seats, colorful heart-shaped paper began to flutter down from the ceiling. These paper hearts swirled in the air, scattering everywhere in the hall, even landing on the breakfast items.
Dylan watched as several pink and red heart-shaped pieces of paper landed in his bowl of milk and rice porridge. He nearly transformed into his fire dragon form on the spot and, with a single breath of dragon fire, blew the roof off the Great Hall!
Had Lockhart gone completely mad? Was his brain addled? What in Merlin's beard was he trying to pull now?!
Neville, sitting beside Dylan, stared wide-eyed at Lockhart, who was standing at the teachers' table. Neville mumbled, "Dylan, don't tell me he's responsible for all this?"
Dylan's eyelid twitched. "Who else could it be?" He looked around, taking in the scale of the spells used to decorate the hall. He found it odd. Could Lockhart really have done all this by himself? A Growth Charm and a Floating Charm of this magnitude? Could they truly be Lockhart's work?
Dylan's gaze slowly drifted to the teachers' table. He saw Professor Flitwick, looking rather unwell, even a bit weary...
Dylan had his answer. Of course. He knew Lockhart couldn't cast such large-scale spells, let alone execute them so perfectly.
This sudden display was so outlandish that even Harry and Ron, usually sullen, found it hard to keep a straight face.
Neville attempted to use his fork to push the paper hearts off his plate.
"Evanesco!"
With a single Vanishing Spell, Dylan cleared all the paper from his and Neville's plates. Neville sighed in relief and thanked Dylan.
"What exactly does our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor want?" Neville wondered aloud.
Dylan shrugged. "Who knows."
"Why would Headmaster Dumbledore and the other professors agree to such an arrangement?"
Dylan quirked a corner of his mouth. "Have you forgotten? What did Hagrid tell us the other day when we went to his place?"
Just a couple of days prior, as the Mandrake plants were nearing the end of their infancy, Neville needed to help Professor Sprout collect some compost from Hagrid. Dylan, who also needed to meet Hagrid to arrange their next rendezvous in the Forbidden Forest, went along with Neville.
During their conversation, they naturally started talking about this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—Lockhart. Neville couldn't help but complain to Hagrid about how exaggerated and unreliable Lockhart was, to an astonishing degree! Since Dylan was also there, Hagrid naturally wanted to chat a bit more.
And so, he ended up telling Neville a specific detail.
In reality, Headmaster Dumbledore was quite troubled by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship. Dylan was vaguely aware of this, but Neville didn't know the reason. Hagrid simply explained it to him.
It wasn't just that the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was unreliable.
In fact, for the past several decades, almost no professor had been able to properly teach a full year of classes in that position at Hogwarts.
—Something always ended up happening to them.
As a result, no wizard was willing to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a second year. This was due to not just psychological factors, but also many physical ones, and real-world implications. All of these prevented them from serving a second year.
As for the reason...
Hagrid didn't hide it.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts position had been cursed by that mysterious person (Voldemort).
This meant that old Dumbledore would even seek out outstanding graduates from Hogwarts and invite them back to serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.
But not a single one was able to teach properly for a second year.
Eventually, old Dumbledore would have exhausted all the outstanding Hogwarts graduates.
Neville flinched. "That person is truly terrifying."
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