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"Is this encouraging me to take action against the professor?"
Looking at the icon behind the achievement, it was obvious that this was a continuous achievement like the previous ones.
There would definitely be Attack Professor (II) and Attack Professor (III) later...
"This system is really driving me crazy," Dylan muttered, rubbing his temples.
Even though he had killed a giant monster before, the only reward he received was some potion ingredients—specifically, a big lump of troll snot.
It was disgusting, but if sold, it could be worth quite a bit of money. At least it made up for the fact that he had used Fiendfyre to burn off the troll's mucus.
"This time, I just used a Confundus Charm on Quirrell. So, what happens next?"
Would achieving subsequent achievements require him to use Shatter into Pieces or even Avada Kedavra on a professor?
"Tsk!"
Shaking his head, Dylan opened his book and lowered his gaze to the system panel.
A star shone brightly at the top of the panel. Although it wasn't as dazzling as the full-level high-tier spells he had obtained before, it was still eye-catching.
"Let's see what spell I get this time. It's just an entry-level spell, so it can't be anything outrageous, right?"
As Dylan focused his mind, he seemed to enter a vast, starry world.
The star trembled violently, and golden and silver hues surrounded it.
The next moment, the star exploded, and rays of light poured into Dylan's body.
[Notification]: Congratulations! You have mastered the maximum-level magic—Rictusempra (Tickling Charm)!
"Hmm..."
A spell instantly appeared in Dylan's mind.
Within moments, he had completely mastered it and understood its effects.
Those hit by the spell would laugh uncontrollably—a magic with no real combat effectiveness but capable of temporarily disrupting an opponent in battle.
"Forget it. It's just an elementary spell. I wasn't expecting anything too practical anyway."
At least it wasn't Dark Magic.
That alone was good enough.
Closing the system panel, Dylan continued reading his book.
When it was almost mealtime, he headed to the Great Hall for dinner before making his way to the Owlery to meet Luna.
Meanwhile...
Behind a low wall, George and Fred Weasley crouched, their eyes fixed on the road ahead.
Both were holding freshly made snowballs.
"Hehe, I should've learned this kind of magic a long time ago!"
"But we hit Professor Quirrell on the back of the head earlier, and he looked really uncomfortable."
"Don't worry about him. He won't cause us any trouble. Hey, look, it's Dylan!"
"Shh, get ready!"
Dylan, lost in thought about the spell he had just learned, walked down the path without noticing the two pranksters.
Just as he climbed over the low wall—
SWOOSH!
George and Fred grinned at each other, stood up, and hurled their snowballs.
"Take this!"
Startled by the sudden attack, Dylan managed to dodge one snowball—only to be hit by another.
"Hahahaha!"
"Got him!"
The Weasley twins burst into laughter and took off running, expecting Dylan to chase after them.
But Dylan just stood there, silent, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh? A snowball fight, huh?"
He raised his wand.
"Nix Implosio (Snow Collapse)!"
In an instant, the sky above the twins darkened.
"Huh? It's suddenly dark?"
Looking up, they saw a massive pile of snow plummeting down like a waterfall.
"Wait, what—?!"
WHOOSH!
Both brothers were buried under the snow in an instant.
"Mock me, will you?"
All that remained visible were two waving arms and shaking heads.
Their laughter was abruptly replaced by frantic shouting.
"Hehe."
Smirking, Dylan dusted off his robe and walked straight to the Owlery.
After feeding Luna, he returned to find the twins still buried under the snow.
Taking his time, he strolled over.
"Do you two know what you did wrong?"
"Yes, yes!"
"We know we were wrong!"
Dylan raised his wand—but instead of freeing them...
"Rictusempra (Tickling Charm)!"
"Wait, Dylan, what spell did you just cast on us?"
"George, I feel weird..."
"I—hahahaha! Me too!"
"AHAHAHAHA! W-Wait—hahahaha!"
Laughter filled the air as the two brothers struggled helplessly under the snow.
Time passed, and Christmas approached.
After finishing a private lesson with Professor Flitwick, Dylan was unexpectedly pulled aside.
Professor McGonagall stood at the entrance of the Great Hall, greeting him as Flitwick explained.
"Let's see how well you've learned your charms. Look at those Christmas trees."
Dylan turned and saw numerous trees surrounding the Great Hall—especially inside, where eleven giant Christmas trees stood.
Before he could ask what kind of test this was, Professor Flitwick said, "They're too bare. Help us decorate them."
"...?"
Dylan blinked in confusion.
Professor McGonagall smiled. "Thank you for your assistance."
With a graceful wave of her wand, the ceiling transformed into a deep starry sky, filled with twinkling lights. Larger stars streaked across the sky with sparkling snowflake effects.
Professor Flitwick tapped his wand, and green vines sprouted from the dining tables, curling around the edges. Holly leaves and white nuts blossomed, while golden snowflake patterns appeared on the plates. Silverware turned into elegant reindeer antler shapes.
Dylan sighed, lifting his wand.
"Swish!"
Pink starlight particles shimmered.
Wherever he pointed, moisture in the air condensed into crystal-clear ice crystals, which delicately adorned the branches.
Then, golden candies wrapped in shiny paper appeared, hanging from the lower branches.
With another flick, tiny glowing magic elves materialized, joyfully weaving ribbons around the trees.
"Oh! A magnificent Crystal-Frost Shaping Charm!" Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up.
"The Candy Summoning Charm is quite useful, too," Professor McGonagall remarked.
"And is that the Elf Serving and Ribbon Summoning Charm? I just taught you this!" Flitwick beamed with satisfaction.
Dylan smiled humbly. "Thank you, Professor. It's just that I learn spells quickly."
Meanwhile, across the Great Hall, the Weasley twins—carrying decorations by hand—looked up, utterly bitter.
"Hey... Dylan is already decorating with magic."
"And we're still hauling everything by hand."
Who was supposed to be the senior student here?
Dylan, unaware of their frustration, continued adding touches to the trees.
By the time he transformed the branches into an exquisite magical music box and summoned colorful feathers to scatter among them, he noticed the twins peeking out from behind a tree.
"Oh, you guys are helping the professors too?" Dylan greeted them cheerfully.
The two brothers exchanged awkward smiles.
Instantly, memories of being buried in snow and laughing uncontrollably resurfaced.
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