Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 100 Severus, it seems a wizard has appeared who can rival your mouth
"Come on!"

The moment Dumbledore appeared, Voldemort's voice immediately rang out.

However, just as he returned control of the body to Quirrell, Dumbledore suddenly attacked.

He just waved the magic wand in his hand lightly, and a white light shot out.

The light was like a roll of silk satin, or like an unbreakable rope. In the blink of an eye, it spanned the entire room and tightly wrapped around Quirrell, who had not yet reacted.

"Damn it!"

Quirrell had just regained control of his body when he was suddenly subdued by Dumbledore. With fear in his eyes, he kept trying to struggle.

But under the white silk summoned by Dumbledore, the more he tried to break free, the more he felt like a fly trapped in a spider web, and the silk became tighter.

Quirrell even felt like he was about to suffocate.

"No! This is impossible!" Quirrell screamed, his voice shrill with fear. "Dumbledore, you can't do this to me!"

"You useless thing! Didn't you say you had lured Dumbledore away? How could he appear here!" Voldemort's angry voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Don't try to trap me here!"

Voldemort roared, and then chanted a string of spells.

The next moment, a thick black smoke gushed out from Quirrell's body, roaring as it rushed outwards—

"Dumbledore, I will be back!"

While the words were still floating in the air, Voldemort had already turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the darkness at astonishing speed.

Only Quirrell was left lying there, his body limp.

"No, Master, you can't do this to me..."

Until Voldemort left, Dylan stood there and never took action again.

However, he remained alert and was always ready to use magic directly.

—to prevent Dumbledore from silently invading his mind.

Everything is calm.

Dumbledore did not stop Voldemort from leaving, but just looked down at Quirrell, who fell into a coma due to the strong mental shock caused by the separation of his souls that had been integrated into one.

Dumbledore sighed slightly: "Professor Quirrell, you shouldn't plot against a little wizard."

After saying that, he turned to look at Dylan.

Dylan scratched his wand and blinked twice.

Occlumency, full force!

However, he was mentally prepared for Old Dumbledore's appearance, so he didn't panic too much at this moment. Instead, he tilted his head and asked in confusion, "Principal, was that Voldemort just now?"

Dumbledore nodded with a gentle expression, his gaze lingering on Dylan for a moment.

Dylan then asked, "Then why didn't you just take action and get rid of him completely?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled kindly and said, "In his current state, he can't cause any big waves. If we kill him, perhaps another Tom will wake up."

"Perhaps then his intellect will no longer be so twisted and confused, and he will be even more dangerous."

"And even if I take action, I might not be able to eliminate his remaining soul."

Dumbledore did not hide anything, but told Dylan the answer frankly.

This surprised Dylan a little. What did Old Deng mean by this?
Before he could say anything else, Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Child, do you want to learn the Dark Arts?"

Dylan could barely control the twitching of his mouth.

Are all of Old Deng’s questions so straightforward?

After hesitating for two seconds, Dylan did not deliberately lie.

Lying will leave flaws, but telling the truth will definitely not.

So he just looked back at Dumbledore, then pursed his lips and said, "If you mean the extremely evil magic just now, I have no interest in it."

——After all, you’ve already reached the maximum level, so what else is there to be interested in?
Dumbledore's gaze lingered on Dylan for a moment, and he discovered that what the young wizard said was actually the truth.

Even though Sifros had taught him the art of occlumency, but...how could a little wizard perform such a sophisticated spell?

And this happened when he suddenly appeared.

When a person is nervous or emotionally unstable, not only will the defense of the brain's occlumency be flawed, but even the emotions emitted by the person can be easily sensed by others.

Dumbledore only felt non-negative emotions from Dylan, such as doubt, confusion, and the desire to explore.

He didn't even detect the slightest trace of distortion by black magic on the other person's body.

——In fact, Dylan is thinking about something right now.

That is……

Old Deng's sudden appearance just now didn't seem like he had used the power of the Phoenix to teleport here directly.

In other words, has the other party been watching Voldemort teaching him the dark arts for quite some time?

How did the other party hide his figure?
Is it an advanced Transfiguration spell?
If he mastered this ability, wouldn't he have to spend 10,000 Galleons to get an invisibility cloak every time he encountered something every day?

Just flick the magic button, it is simple and easy to use!

The Disillusionment Charm and Invisibility Charm he had mastered before were both relatively low-level concealment spells, and they had flaws and were not convenient to use.

It not only requires good operation skills, but also has certain requirements for terrain.

In addition, there are many strict conditions.

For example, it cannot move, it is not truly invisible, it just becomes transparent, etc.

"Wait, could it be that Old Deng has just been sitting there without moving?"

Dylan's mind suddenly showed an image of Dumbledore hunched over, wand in hand, staring furtively at Quirrell.

"Is this Harry's Invisibility Cloak?"

Old Deng looked back and forth at Dylan, who only had his head sticking out.

At this moment, Dylan's body was covered by an invisible robe, with only his head floating in the air.

"This..."

Dylan suddenly remembered that he was wearing an invisible cloak made by his own system.

Old Deng's sudden question made him really at a loss as to how to explain it for a moment.

He had no choice but to take off his invisible robe first, folding it while thinking about how to answer.

However, at this moment——

"Dylan! Are you okay?!"

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of footsteps from the direction of the door. Dumbledore and Dylan turned their heads at the same time.

Then Harry and Ron rushed in.

When Harry saw the two people standing in the room, he was stunned and stopped in his tracks: "Professor Dumbledore? Why are you here?"

Hermione blinked several times: "Didn't Professor McGonagall say you were going to a meeting?"

Dumbledore chuckled: "I did go to a meeting, but I rushed back."

Ron saw Quirrell lying on the ground and exclaimed, "Is he dead? Did you beat him to death because he wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dylan's mouth twitched: "No, he's not dead, he just fainted."

Harry's eyes lit up. "What about Vol—I mean, You-Know-Who? Did you catch him? He must have been the one who sent Quirrell, right?"

Dylan shook his head. "No, Voldemort ran away—scared off by the headmaster."

"What, the mysterious man was here just now?!"

Ron couldn't help but shrink his neck when he heard Dylan call Voldemort by his name.

He practically grew up listening to horror stories about Voldemort: "Don't call him that, or he might pop out from somewhere and eat you!"

Dylan blinked his eyes. "It's okay. He's already gone. It's just..."

"He seemed to have just run away from the direction you came from. Didn't you run into him?"

Ron was frightened and screamed again: "Ah? Could it be that the black shadow I just saw is that mysterious man?!"

Harry's brows twitched violently, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead, rubbing it gently: "I was wondering why it hurt so much just now."

Hermione glanced at Harry and said, "I noticed that the shadow was avoiding you."

Ron came back to his senses, calmed down for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Hahaha! I was wondering why that black shadow was so sneaky. So, did we really scare the mysterious man away?"

Hermione was relieved after seeing that Dumbledore was there and Dylan was fine.

Hearing Ron's words, he couldn't help but glance at him sideways: "Even if it is, that's all thanks to Harry. If you were alone, he might have already possessed you."

Ron curled his lips: "Tsk!"

He looked towards the center of the room. "Huh? It's that magic mirror! Why is it here?"

Hermione covered her forehead with her hands: "Obviously - this was put here by the professor!"

Ron scratched his head again. "Why did the professor put the magic mirror here? Is he planning to take advantage of the You-Know-Who looking in the mirror, let him see his desires, and then let himself die of beauty?"

"..."

When the people present heard Ron's words, they all twitched their lips, and even Dumbledore's white beard twitched slightly.

"Ahem!" Old Deng coughed lightly. "Alright, this matter is over. You guys should leave immediately. I'll let other professors handle this."

Harry trotted over to Dylan, circled around him a few times, and after confirming that he had no injuries and was not feeling any discomfort, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave with a few friends.

But Dylan stood there, not moving.

"Huh? Dylan, what's wrong with you?" Harry couldn't help but look over.

Dylan first took off the invisible robe in his hand and stuffed it into Harry's hand.

Only then did Harry notice what Dylan had been holding in his hand.

When the robe was in his arms, he lowered his head in a daze, looking at the thing in his arms that he couldn't see at all but could feel.

Eh?
I don't understand. More ideas popped up in Harry's mind.

Dylan reached out first and took out a red stone from his pocket.

"Principal, please don't forget to take this stone back."

Dylan said with a frank expression, "The professors left behind so many arrangements, but they couldn't stop Voldemort. If I had this Philosopher's Stone, I would be in great danger."

Dumbledore seemed to have just remembered the Philosopher's Stone. He laughed a few times and said, "Ah, look at my memory. I'm old and my memory is not good. I almost forgot about the Philosopher's Stone."

Dylan's lips curled into a smile.

——That’s bullshit!
This old Dumbledore must be testing his attitude towards the Philosopher's Stone, right?
Dumbledore raised his wand slightly, and the Philosopher's Stone in Dylan's hand slowly flew up and came in front of Dumbledore. Then he waved his robe, and the Philosopher's Stone disappeared into his sleeves.

"This is truly a magical thing. Just by holding it, I can feel a magical power flowing through my palm."

Dylan smiled and spoke bluntly.

Dumbledore also asked: "Dylan, do you want to own this stone that can turn everything into gold?"

Dylan tilted his head slightly. "This stone is amazing. I would be happy to study it."

He put on a harmless smile. "After all, Professor Snape said that even with a gifted person like him right before them to help them learn Potions, no one wants to delve deeper. Their heads are simply filled with magical slugs."

——"When did I ever say such a thing?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded.

Dylan's expression froze, and he immediately changed his words: "I mean, Professor Snape roughly expressed this idea."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Professor Snape who was walking in from the door, with a look of surprise on his face, as if he had just discovered the other person.

"Yeah? Professor Snape, why are you here? Headmaster Dumbledore and I were just talking about you."

Professor Snape walked towards the group with an expressionless face, his steps neither hurried nor slow, his black robe fluttering behind him with every step.

He looked at Dylan, but there was no ripple in his eyes, like a pool of bottomless stagnant water.

Dylan looked at Professor Snape, who was not saying anything but just staring at him, and the smile on his face became more and more embarrassed.

"Humph, if I hadn't come, how would I have heard that there are actually little wizards who dare to spread rumors about me behind my back?"

Professor Snape hummed softly in his low, magnetic voice.

Dylan blinked, not hearing any anger in the words, and immediately climbed up the pole.

"Hehehe, did you hear that just now?" Dylan forced a smile that was uglier than crying, paused slightly, and tried to make amends.

"Actually, what I mean is... what is it? In my heart, you are like a gift from heaven! You are talented and have outstanding looks. Teaching us little wizards is simply a blessing for us!"

Ron, Harry and the others twitched their lips when they heard this.

Ron even muttered in his heart: "You should keep this blessing for yourself."

——He didn't even dare to open his mouth and mutter, because the professors would definitely hear him.

"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh out loud as he watched Snape and Dylan's reactions.

"Severus, it seems a wizard has appeared who can rival your mouth. Hahahahaha!"

Snape shot Dumbledore a cold look.

"Hmph, great Headmaster Dumbledore, have you finally found something that makes you laugh?"

(End of this chapter)