Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 107 Knockturn Alley should be my home turf! Cruciatus!

Dylan's father took him and drove directly to a villa area.

They bought a new house here, and Dylan knew about it.

There aren't many people here, but it's not in the suburbs either, so it's very convenient to drive anywhere.

And according to Dylan's father, the housing prices here are not cheap, and it can be regarded as a large wealthy area.

"Finally, I don't have to live in the basement anymore."

The basement where he lived before had only one small window, which was located on the ground connected to the first floor, just like a warehouse.

Dylan spent the day at home with his parents.

It was not until the evening, after he had eaten a meal made by his mother, that he looked at the two of them.

"I have something to do tomorrow, so I probably won't be home tonight. You don't have to wait for me. You can eat early and then go to bed."

Maeve was about to go to the kitchen to clean up the dishes when she heard Dylan's words and turned around.

Since their son was coming back, the couple temporarily assigned the nanny back home.

After all, his son is studying magic in a magic academy, and there are many things that are not convenient to mention in front of outsiders.

So Maeve took on the general housework.

Dylan wanted to cast a spell to help his mother clean up these things, but he was not sure whether using magic here would attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic.

It would be very annoying if I caused a lot of unnecessary and messy troubles, so I didn't do it.

——Even if he used magic, he would use it outside, not at home.

"Are you going out? Then you'd better be careful, pay more attention and don't get cheated." Maeve reminded.

"Don't worry, Mom, your son won't be cheated." Dylan smiled.

After his wife reminded their son, Hubert stopped talking, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

After all, my son is only eleven years old.

Although his son seems to have grown up a lot and become more mature after not seeing him for a year, as a father, he is still worried.

However, he couldn't help his son with anything related to magic, and he couldn't even afford to hire a bodyguard for his son.

I can only keep my worries in my heart.

Dylan has been a worry-free person for him since he was a child. Instead of worrying about it, he might as well make more money for his son and wife.

Hubert muttered a few words, waited for Dylan to return to the house, went to the kitchen, and put his arms around Maeve's waist from behind.

"Hey, what are you doing? Dylan is still home!"

Maeve glared at the man behind her.

Hubert chuckled and said, "Since our son won't be home tomorrow, and we finally have some free time, why don't we go to the movies?"

"Let's have a candlelight dinner in the evening. Dylan won't be back at night, so we can still..."

"Shh!"

Maeve glared at Hubert again with a coquettish look.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Seeing this, Hubert grinned.

My wife said so, so it’s settled!
Dylan ignored his parents' nagging.

It's really not easy for an old couple to be able to achieve this.

Although he sometimes feels a little depressed, a person can only love others if he loves himself first.

Therefore, he readily accepted the fact that his parents seemed to be still in love despite their age at Christmas.

After a good night's sleep, he woke up the next day and saw a note on the dining table outside.

Dylan went straight into the kitchen and turned on the microwave.

Inside was the breakfast his mother had specially prepared for him.

After dinner, Dylan prepared to go out.

Today's itinerary is to go to Knockturn Alley.

He had to go buy some food for Beta and Briquettes himself, as well as some special ingredients.

However, before leaving, Dylan first wrote a letter to Hagrid. The letter contained only some greetings, and mainly told Hagrid his current specific address.

All the way to the Leaky Cauldron.

On the way, Dylan had already formed the wizard's robe into a black robe, ensuring that it could cover most of his face.

After walking through the bar and coming to the small patio at the back, Dylan changed his clothes and put on a voice-changing mask.

He glanced back and saw that no one was following him.

——Anyway, the passage to the Leaky Cauldron is the way to get to Diagon Alley from the Muggle world.

The wizards who actually stay in the Muggle world are unlikely to go there.

So Dylan has to be careful not to attract the attention of some Muggles.

Of course, once he entered the bar, he had to be more wary of the attention of other wizards.

By gently tapping a specific brick on the wall with the magic wand, the wall opens up, forming an archway.

Dylan stepped into it.

He did not enter Diagon Alley, but walked towards Knockturn Alley, which was a few steps away from Diagon Alley.

If the streets of Diagon Alley are spacious and bright, then the streets of Knockturn Alley look like a dilapidated slum.

The narrow alleys are winding and the buildings on both sides are crooked and look like they could collapse at any time.

The dim light was blocked by the towering houses, and the air was filled with a mixed smell of decay and dampness, which made Dylan frown.

Dylan walked forward steadily. The stone road under his feet was covered with moss, slippery and wet.

The shops on both sides were lifeless, and the items displayed in the windows were all quite strange-looking.

—Biological organs soaked in glass bottles and murky liquids, twisted and deformed, cursed objects that constantly exude an ominous aura...

On the street, thin and ragged wizards huddled in the dark corners of shops, some with hunched backs and some with limping legs.

Whenever a passerby passes by, these people will cast malicious glances, as if they are thinking about how to eat the other person.

Dylan looked at everything around him. Instead of being afraid, he felt a little excited in his heart.

"This is where my dark magic should be used! Hehehe!"

Looking at the looks cast at him by the messy-haired and sinister-eyed people around him when he appeared, he laughed in his heart.

"What a friendly look!"

Here, it is naturally impossible for Dylan to trade with others using his real name.

He decided to give himself a code name.

For example, Thanos.

"Or maybe Muzan is also good? Uchiha Gandalf would also be fine."

"Isn't it a bit weird to have people call me Uncle Mai?"

Dylan took a step forward, thought about it, thought of the Tarot cards, and finally decided to use the title of the Fool.

Although he was only eleven years old, he was already about one meter five or six inches tall - not short for many adult wizards.

He put on a height-increasing pad and looked at least 1.7 meters tall.

——Anyway, he’s wearing a black robe, so no one can see clearly.

Dylan's eyes were calm, he walked leisurely, looked around, but invisibly he had a sense of looking down on others.

This attitude made people around him look at him with dissatisfaction, mixed with greed.

——Looks like a fat sheep.

These wizards' souls have been twisted by black magic, and when evil thoughts arise in their hearts, they are difficult to suppress.

Dylan was walking down the street.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed over, like a gust of evil wind, rushing towards him from behind.

"Do you think you are Gandalf?"

Dylan turned around slightly and raised his wand. His voice, altered by the mask, became magnetic and sounded in a low and lingering voice.

"Crucio!"

A burst of emerald green light suddenly appeared.

Hit the black shadow directly!

"what--!"

Then a shrill scream was heard.

A black-robed wizard was blown away by the powerful force and fell to the ground in a mess. He then curled up in pain, clawing at the ground with his hands, his body twitching violently and uncontrollably, wailing continuously.

This scene made the people around freeze instantly, and the originally noisy Knockturn Alley fell into deathly silence.

Several wizards nearby widened their eyes in disbelief.

"How dare he? Isn't he afraid of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic..." A thin witch's voice trembled. She was only halfway through her words when someone next to her quickly covered her mouth.

Not far away, an old wizard leaning on a cane was shaking so much that he almost dropped it. “Crucio… this, this…”

Even if this is Knockturn Alley, how dare you use the Unforgivable Curse directly?
This was something that was unimaginable even to the wizards around who had their souls eroded by learning the dark arts.

Who does this guy think he is?

Dark Lord???
Apart from the Dark Lord and his evil Death Eaters, even these dark wizards cannot utter the Unforgivable Curses just by opening their mouths!
And he used the Unforgivable Curse in broad daylight!
Dylan's magic spell left everyone around him dumbfounded.

In fact, the dark wizards hanging around in Knockturn Alley are not even orthodox dark wizards.

——After all, they don't even know the Unforgivable Curses.

At most, they are just some noobs who once tried to learn proper magic, but ended up with weak talent, weak strength, and even weaker mentality. In order to gain power, they used black magic to distort their minds and souls in exchange for strength.

As far as these people are concerned, compared to Voldemort and Snape, they cannot be called dark wizards at all.

In other words, the dark wizards they represent are completely different from the dark wizards represented by Voldemort, and it is impossible that they are on the same level.

Dylan glanced down at the attacker who was struggling on the ground with decreasing strength, his eyes calm and indifferent.

"Well, this is what Cruciatus should look like."

The last time he threw dozens of Cruciatus Blades at Quirrell, he didn't cause him to die from heart pain. Dylan couldn't help but sigh that Voldemort could even endure the pain of Cruciatus Blades.

——Needless to say, it must have been Voldemort who helped Quirrell bear some of the heart-wrenching pain.

Otherwise, with Quirrell's cowardly look, he would probably have fainted from the pain as soon as he was cursed.

Dylan clutched his wand, most of it hidden in his robes.

After seeing the spell cast by Dylan, several guys around who had originally tried to attack him quickly wrapped themselves in their tattered coats and moved away from Dylan.

In the shops along the street, the owners began to curse in their hearts - and at the same time put away the disgusting things on the counter one by one.

"If you want to die, just die! You actually used the Unforgivable Curse in the street. Are you afraid that the Aurors won't be able to arrive in time?!"

They can no longer do business!
Of course, no matter how much these people cursed in their hearts, they dared not say the words out loud.

Dylan gave the group a cold look and then walked towards Borgin and Burkes.

I was planning on buying some corpses, but now it’s probably too late.

"What a bunch of troublemakers! I've acted so fearless, yet they still dare to come up and cause trouble."

Dylan shook his head secretly, ignored the guy who looked like he was about to die in pain, and walked into the store door.

——If the other person dies, it is what he deserves. If he doesn’t die, then he can feel the wonderful properties of his Cruciatus Curse.

"Dear guest... Welcome! How can I be of assistance to you?"

As Dylan walked into the store, a faint musty smell wafted over him.

Mr. Borgin was sorting a shelf of twisted skulls.

Seeing that this killer had actually run into his shop, he immediately put on a smile and hurried forward to greet him. His voice was so oily, his waist was almost bent at a right angle, his posture was respectful, and he didn't dare to look up at Dylan.

He didn't want to be hit by a painful blow for no reason.

——There is a lesson from the past lying on the ground outside.

Even if the Aurors arrived, threw this guy on the judgment platform, and then exiled him to Azkaban, that would be a matter for later.

Now, of course, he has to lower his posture without any bottom line and try not to offend this evil star.

"I have a batch of Acromantula corpses, including venom. How much can you take?"

Ever since Dylan unlocked the characteristics of Avada Kedavra, killing the Acromantula is as easy as strolling in a garden.

As long as he casts an Avada Kedavra, any giant spider that dares to approach him will be killed by the aftermath.

So when Dylan took Beta to visit Hagrid, he would occasionally go to the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider, kill dozens of them, and then dissect them on the spot in front of the other members of the same species.

Take everything useful.

The giant spiders didn't try to stop them.

At the beginning, he would be attacked when he went to the giant spider's nest, but in the end, every time he went there, the giant spiders would try to hide like crazy.

But he would not kill indiscriminately. Each time, he would only kill a few dozen or at most a hundred.

Compared with the total number of Acromantulas, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Mr. Borgin thought that this evil guy was here to buy something. Although he felt that the other party would be captured by the Aurors soon, it would be nice to be able to do some business before that.

The result surprised him a little. This guy actually came to him to sell something!

only……

The corpse and venom of the Acromantula?

It is indeed quite rare, and you won’t have trouble selling it once you collect it.

Mr. Borgin nodded respectfully. "The corpses of the Acromantulas are of little use," he said. "But if you have enough venom, I'll take as many of them as I can, along with their bodies... Do you find this proposal satisfactory?"

Dylan nodded slightly, raised his wand, and a large jar appeared on the table on the side.

Mr. Borgin was startled.

Such a big jar, is it filled with Acromantula venom? !

That must be hundreds of pints, right?
"My goodness, Venom, how did you get this? So much!"

Mr. Borgin looked at the large jar of Acromantula venom and was so shocked that he asked the question without paying attention.

When he realized what he had said, his face turned pale instantly and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I'm...I'm sorry, distinguished guest! I had no intention of prying into your secrets. Please don't blame me!"

Thinking of how Dylan had just killed someone with the Unforgivable Curse in the street, Mr. Borgin swallowed his saliva and his legs began to tremble.

Dylan looked at his embarrassed appearance, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression calm, as if he had nothing to hide.

"It's very simple. I just need to find the Acromantulas, cast the Imperius Curse on them, and let them spit out all the venom themselves. Then I will kill them and collect all the bodies and venom. That's it."

Dylan said it calmly, but after hearing it, Mr. Borgin's expression froze, and the fear on his face became even stronger.

——He felt his back was soaked.

He really regretted why he had to ask this question just now!
This evil star not only knows the Cruciatus Curse, but also the Imperius Curse? ?

What did he mean by saying this? What did he want to do?
Is this threatening him?
Let him know that since he can easily kill so many eight-eyed giant beads and make those poor spiders willingly spit out all the venom themselves.

Does this mean...

Can he just use the Imperius Curse to control him directly?

Spit out all the venom - that is, make him hand over all the money?
If he didn't hand it over, he would use the Imperius Curse on him? Turn him into a soulless idiot?

Mr. Borgin swallowed violently.

Seeing the other party's expression, Dylan frowned impatiently: "Do you think the venom is too much and you don't want to trade?"

Mr. Borgin immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, of course I do!"

He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, walked hurriedly behind the counter, and finally opened a secret compartment with great effort.

He took out four bags from the secret compartment with trembling hands, placed them on the table, and pushed them in Dylan's direction.

"Here are forty thousand Galleons. That's all I have left. I'm using it to buy your venom... You see, this is what you deserve..."

Mr. Borgin's face was tense and ingratiating.

Dylan looked at the four purses and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Forty thousand Galleons?

As we all know, a pint of Acromantula venom basically costs one hundred Galleons.

This is the selling price.

If you want to acquire it, the price will naturally be lower.

Dylan originally thought that a hundred pints of Acromantula venom would cost about a few thousand Galleons.

——It’s because this is a black market.

What he didn't expect was that Mr. Bogin seemed to be crazy and actually took out 40,000 Galleons?
What is this for?

Having a hard time?
But Dylan came to his senses after a slight reaction.

He calmly collected the four money bags on the table that were cast with the Traceless Extension Charm.

"Give me another bag."

"Ah, ah? My dear guest, I really don't have any more..."

(End of this chapter)