Chapter 36: Do You Know What's Even More Exciting?
"Dylan, aren't you even a little surprised? It's a three-headed dog!" Ron pouted, staring at Dylan.
Dylan paused in his motion of drinking milk, blinking twice: "Huh? How could I not be? I'm so surprised!"
Gulp gulp~
He tilted his head back slightly, gulping down large mouthfuls of milk.
By the time he put down his cup, a ring of light milk stains was left on his lips.
Dylan stuck out his tongue, gently licking along his lips, then picked up his fork, ready to grab a fried egg to eat.
Seeing his leisurely appearance, Ron couldn't help but prop his hands on the table, sitting up straight.
"My goodness, Dylan!"
His suddenly raised volume made many students around look over.
Ron paused, his body stiffened, then shrank back again, leaning his head as close to Dylan as possible.
"Three-headed dog! I mean, it's a three-headed dog! Aren't you curious how powerful it is?"
Dylan glanced at this silly kid, smacking his lips twice.
"The headmaster has already said that those places are absolutely off-limits. You could really die there, so it's not impossible that Dementors are locked inside... You know what Dementors are, right?"
"Even if there are no Dementors, you said there's a three-headed dog. There might be other creatures, like Basilisks or Trolls."
"I'm really surprised you guys came back in one piece. Really."
Dylan was afraid Ron wouldn't believe him, so he added another sentence at the end.
Ron's expression was like being pressed on the pause button, stunned for a moment, then blinked quickly.
He curled his lips, scratching the back of his head with one hand, rubbing his feet back and forth on the ground, his head drooping. "But last night was really exciting."
Dylan smiled: "Do you know what's even more exciting?"
Ron, with a crispy sausage in his mouth, looked at him: "What?"
"Three-headed dogs possess infinite power. Even iron doors would be shattered by their impact."
"At the same time, they have strong magic resistance, almost immune to most spells, and their bite force is amazing."
"They can even bite through the scales of a Hungarian Horntail. If you want a description..."
Dylan's smile was not a smile, and his eyes fell on the sausage in Ron's mouth.
"Does it crunch when you chew it? That's how it would be when it eats you."
"When it holds you in its mouth, first you'll hear a 'pop' sound, that's the sound of your body being bitten through, like a punctured balloon."
"Of course, while its middle head is holding you, the heads on both sides won't be idle."
"The left head will bite off your head, and the right head will put your legs in its mouth."
"In just a moment, the bodies of you, separated by three heads, will meet in its throat, until they all go into its stomach."
Ron stared at Dylan's opening and closing mouth, his eyeballs bulging, the blood on his face drained, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
"Ugh..."
Ron gagged, hurriedly spitting out the half sausage in his mouth, with a few sausage crumbs still hanging on his lips.
Harry saw the sausage crumbs on the corner of Ron's mouth, swallowed, and silently retracted the hand that originally wanted to grab a sausage.
"Actually, I don't think Hermione is as bad as Ron said. Yesterday she could have just left us, but she helped us a lot in the end. It was almost entirely thanks to Hermione that we were able to enter that locked door. She's really smart."
Harry tried to turn the three-headed dog incident over.
Ron also hurriedly put down the sausage in his hand.
He glanced at Hermione next to him, his mouth almost curled up to the sky.
He obviously disagreed with Harry's statement, and said with a blushing face: "In fact, if she hadn't opened that door, how could we have encountered that big guy?"
"That three-headed dog is really dangerous! Dylan said it would swallow us like chewing sausage!"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, with the urge to take out her thickest book and smash it on Ron's head.
"It's a pity there's no History of Magic class today, otherwise that 'History of Magic' would be very handy."
She snorted and glared at Ron: "In fact, if it weren't for me, you would have been caught by the professor and kicked out!"
Ron scoffed and was about to retort.
Seeing Dylan, who didn't want to pay attention to them anymore, he hurriedly changed the subject again.
"I remember that day when Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley, he took out a small cloth bag. It was on that day that Gringotts was attacked by someone."
After last night's actions, Harry couldn't help but suspect that the three-headed dog was placed in the restricted area to guard something, and it was very likely to be the thing Hagrid brought out!
"But what exactly is that thing?"
Ron was attracted by Harry's words and muttered along with him.
But after thinking for a long time, the two couldn't figure out what it was.
In the end, the two turned their eyes to Dylan.
Dylan certainly knew what Hagrid took out, a Philosopher's Stone that he didn't think was very useful.
The most magical effect of the Philosopher's Stone is nothing more than refining the Elixir of Life.
However, with the help of this Elixir of Life, even if you can live long enough, it only takes three to five hundred years to make your body decayed.
In the end, even a handshake can lead to a fracture.
Dylan didn't like this kind of painful way of living at all.
In his opinion, potions must be able to refine a more stable and perfect Elixir of Life without the Philosopher's Stone.
It's just that the current wizards haven't figured out the refining method yet.
Dylan believed that as long as he refined potions a thousand times, felt the different colors rolling out of the cauldron, tasted the bitterness of success or failure, and smelled the pungent or strange smells.
With his increasingly high potion talent through the achievement system, he would definitely be able to develop a new path to immortality.
But he's only ten years old now, and absorbing more magical knowledge is his primary task.
As for immortality?
By Voldemort, it's not the time for him to consider such things.
On the contrary, Dumbledore can start to consider it.
"Dylan, what do you think that thing is?"
Looking at these two guys who looked at him with wet eyes like puppies.
Dylan resisted the urge to stroke Ron and Harry's heads and put down his fork.
"If you think Hagrid put that thing in the restricted area and guarded it with a three-headed dog, it must be something very precious."
(End of chapter)
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