Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 124: Madam Pince is quite beautiful. I mean, I want to borrow three books from the restricted section.

The morning light flowed like honey on the diamond-shaped window panes of Gryffindor Tower, and the gold powder on Dylan's eyelashes fell as he opened his eyes.

It’s a good time to rest on the weekend.

Dylan had a good sleep last night. After relaxing, he felt much more awake and in great spirits.

"Great! I feel like today will be another day full of motivation."

When the goose down quilt embroidered with lion patterns was lifted, the copper rings of the bed curtain rubbed against the curtain, making a clear tinkling sound.

“Scourgify!”

The silver-white vortex that burst out from the tip of the wand swept away the wrinkles in the bedding and, in the process, brushed away the dust on the surface of the mirror at the head of Harry's bed - the mirror reflected Ron's sleeping face with his mouth open and drooling.

After getting up, Dylan cast a cleaning spell to make the bed tidy, and then cast another cleaning spell on himself.

Looking at Harry and the others who were still sleeping soundly, Dylan casually took out a book signed by Lockhart. The gold-embossed title "Walking with Ghouls" was dazzling in the morning sun.

"hiss"

Casually tearing off the page with the signature, Dylan used his wand to gently circle the printed words in the middle.

"Morpho Metab!"

Lockhart's signature is on the title page, where the book title and other information are printed, and Lockhart's name is just below the original author's name.

However, in order to write larger, he occupied almost all the blank space in the lower half of the page.

But this is exactly what Dylan thinks.

He just had to remove the printed words from the book.

As the light on the top of the magic wand flickered, the original printed words on the piece of paper that Dylan tore off gradually twisted and changed until they floated to the top and formed a short line.

"Sectumsempra!"

Dylan flicked his wand again.

The next moment, the printed words that were forced to the top of the page by the spell broke neatly along with the top paper.

Dylan began writing his application by hand.

——If you do something, do it completely.

Although Dylan could also just turn those printed words into his handwriting.

But in the end, if you directly hand over the results of magic to others, others may also use magic to determine the traces of the existence of magic.

Dylan doesn't think others are stupid.

After all, it was just a matter of writing, so Dylan didn't think it was a hassle.

Soon, a book borrowing application form for the restricted area appeared in front of him.

—and it bears an enlarged version of Professor Lockhart's autograph.

After doing all this, Dylan carefully folded the application form, put it in his pocket, straightened his robe again, and prepared to go to the restricted area of ​​​​the Hogwarts library.

But before he could go out, there was a sudden knock on their dormitory door.

"Knock knock knock!" The oak door trembled.

Dylan looked over, raised his eyebrows, tapped his wand, and the dormitory door slowly opened.

The person who came was Wood.

Wood's gloves left half-moon-shaped sweat marks on the door panel.

"Harry! We agreed to gather for training--" The Quidditch captain's voice stopped abruptly, and the dew-soaked corner of his robe swept down the copper scales by the door, and the brass scale pan spun on the ground, making a humming sound.

Dylan caught a glimpse of grass clippings stuck in Wood's curly hair—obviously he had been waiting on the court for a long time.

When Wood, who was standing at the door, saw Dylan, his originally arrogant demeanor suddenly subsided.

"Good morning~"

Since Wood's somewhat anxious knock on the door didn't happen when he was sleeping, Dylan didn't think anything of it.

He nodded at the other party and said, "What's wrong?"

Wood blinked and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I didn't disturb your sleep, did I?"

"I'm here to see Harry. I told him yesterday that we should start training as early as possible, but he hasn't gathered yet - so I came to take a look."

Dylan glanced down at his clothes—he had already packed everything.

"You didn't come early, so you obviously didn't bother me."

Wood smiled awkwardly: "That's good, that's good."

Dylan walked towards the door, and Wood quickly made way for him.

As they passed Wood, Dylan looked back at Harry, who was still asleep, and said to him, "Go ahead."

After saying that, he finished his breakfast and headed straight for his destination.

The library that Madam Pince kept was filled with the scent of old parchment mixed with magical perfume.

As Dylan stepped in with the morning light, the magic hourglass hanging on the oak beam just leaked the hundredth grain of crystal sand.

The library was silent at this moment.

Since it was a weekend morning, although there were some people reading books, there were not many. From time to time, the rustling sound of turning pages could be heard.

Madam Pince had just finished dusting off Medieval Origins of Demons with an amethyst-encrusted feather duster and was heading for her seat.

The gilded demon reliefs on the spines of the books collectively held their breath as she passed.

Dylan locked onto his target, walked past the bookshelves filled with books, and went straight to Madam Pince.

Madam Pince slowly sat down behind the counter.

She looked a little thin, but her face was fair, her eyes were sharp, and there were freckles scattered on it.

Every gesture exudes elegance.

Even though she is old, her back is still straight. She wears a uniquely shaped black hat on her head. The towering crown and exaggerated brim make her look quite majestic.

She was dressed in black with fluffy black feathers at the collar, which unexpectedly gave her the aura of a serious vulture.

——In general, it can be seen that she is actually a beauty. She must have been quite beautiful when she was young. Of course, she is still the same now, just with a few more wrinkles, and her temperament has become more sharp and cold.

Seeing Dylan coming, Madam Pince looked the little wizard up and down.

This wasn't Dylan's first time dealing with Mrs. Pince.

It's just that in the first grade, he had a lot of knowledge to catch up on - his knowledge base of magic was still too shallow at that time.

Therefore, at that time, he had no intention of getting involved in the various banned books in the banned book area.

Although this made him and Mrs. Pings look familiar, there was not much overlap between the two.

However, after a whole year of study, he has laid some foundation for himself.

Combined with the fact that right now there just happens to be a professor whose signature is so easy to get - and it's only available for this year.

Dylan naturally didn't consider whether it was too early for him to read the contents of the banned book.

Even if he can't use the knowledge now, it is a good thing to read it through and save it in his brain.

"Hello, Madam Pince, I would like to request access to the Restricted Section."

Dylan's voice was low.

The library has quite a lot of rules and regulations, and one of them is that students are not allowed to talk loudly.

——As for you asking the teachers and administrators themselves?

Rules are not made for those who make them.

If administrators are not allowed to speak loudly, how can they stop people from breaking the rules?

"Application form."

"I know."

Dylan placed the application form he had prepared in advance in front of Madam Pince. "This is the professor's signature. Please review it."

Madam Pince paused, took the application form, frowned slightly, and then looked back and forth between the signature and Dylan's face, with a hint of doubt in her sharp eyes.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

Dylan stood quietly by the side with a smile on his face, waiting for Madam Pince's review.

"Professor Lockhart actually signed this for you..." She muttered softly, but her mind flashed back to the series of exaggerated and bizarre performances that Lockhart had created in just a few days since the start of the school year.

She also thought that if it was Lockhart, this would not be incomprehensible.

As the administrator of the Hogwarts library, she possesses an intelligence that seems as if all the knowledge in the library is deposited in her.

——She reads a lot of books.

To her, Lockhart's stories were like a person who was not very knowledgeable, madly showing off his poor knowledge.

But precisely because she is an administrator, her job is to maintain the rules in the library.

One of the rules is that you can enter the restricted area with the professor's signature.

Although Madam Pince was puzzled as to why a young wizard would be placed in the Forbidden Area by the professor, wasn't she afraid that some of the knowledge therein would pollute the young wizard's mind? However, as someone who always abided by the rules, she would only follow them.

Her skinny, eagle-claw-like fingers pinched the application form, and the obsidian necklace pendant on her chest suddenly glowed red - it was an alchemical product for detecting counterfeit magic.

Mrs. Pince was not a talkative person. After repeatedly verifying the authenticity of the signature on the application form, she finally put the form down, raised her head and looked at Dylan.

"Okay, the signature is real. Go in, but remember, the books inside are very dangerous. Don't be blinded by some seemingly bright knowledge."

Madam Pince's voice was low and hard, with a texture similar to sandpaper rubbing against a tabletop. She spoke slowly, but every word was clear.

Dylan heard the other party's concern and nodded seriously at her.

"Thank you for your reminder. I will pay attention to it."

Dylan was finally let in.

After arriving at the restricted book area, the light here was not as bright as outside, but rather a little dim.

Cobweb-like shadows fell from the dome above, and the flames of enchanted, matted candles flickered in bronze candlesticks.

Dylan still felt it was too dark and not good for the eyes.

"Lumos Solem!"

Dylan's boots stepped on the bluestone floor, and the warm yellow light burst out from the tip of his wand, illuminating the surrounding scene.

The tall bookshelves around are filled with ancient and mysterious books, and the air is filled with an old atmosphere - the books here are quite old.

Dylan reached out and took a book at random. The cover felt rough and slightly damp. He opened the page with a little anticipation and quickly scanned the words on it.

After just flipping through it a few times, Dylan couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Primary Shadow Curse? What a stupid trick."

The shadow curse recorded in this book cannot even be cast directly with a spell, and must be completed with the assistance of a ritual.

And this ceremony seemed quite troublesome to Dylan——

You need to light a black candle in a dark corner at midnight when the moon is full, hold a raven feather in your hand, and chant the spell "Methos Umbra".

The effect of this curse is that the target is shrouded in shadows that last for several quarters of an hour.

During this period, the target's vision will become blurred and their movements will become slow.

Dylan curled his lips.

"It's better to petrify everyone or create a lot of obstacles."

Dylan casually put the book back and took another one, then saw a curse called the Evil Wind Curse.

- Gather three handfuls of dry grass from the cemetery, add the tears of a pregnant fox, wrap them with bat wings, light them on a stormy night, and recite a spell to summon an evil wind.

The evil wind blows towards the target, causing it to lose its balance and fall to the ground...

"Did the inventors of these spells have expired Felicis in their heads? And the shadow curse...do they have to play the kindergarten clapping song to make it effective?"

The corner of Dylan's mouth twitched, and he had the urge to burn the book with Fiery Flame.

He originally had high expectations for the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, but the two books he opened in succession shattered his beautiful fantasy of ancient knowledge.

Dylan even suspected that the so-called banned books placed here were simply too outdated and completely unsuitable to be taught to students, so they were stuffed here to gather dust.

"Why are all these crappy books stuffed in here?"

Dylan sighed.

And there's that evil wind spell, which uses a bunch of inexplicable broken materials, and the steps to cast it are as complicated as an old woman's foot binding.

Not to mention whether people will be beaten into pig heads after these rituals are completed.

Even if the ritual was completed, it only summoned an evil wind that made people lose their balance and fall.

——Oh my God, was this inventor’s head stepped on by a troll?
Dylan now understood why Voldemort always wanted to leave school and travel around the world to study dark magic every time he sneaked into the restricted area.

——Some of the black magic recorded here is really substandard.

Of course, this may be a bit of an overgeneralization.

After all, this is just a banned book at the entrance and exit, and the content is a bit superficial and stupid, which is acceptable.

“I hope the banned books that follow will give me some surprises.”

Dylan sighed, but he could understand it.

He shouldn't think too highly of banned books—they simply contain content that is unsuitable for most students to study.

Although the rituals recorded in these forbidden books are complicated and the results after completion are not satisfactory, it is still normal. It does not require mobilizing too many negative emotions like performing black magic.

However, there are still many negative comments in the banned books, so they are naturally not suitable for students to read.

However, since there was no need to teach the rituals separately to students, these books were left gathering dust.

It's not that profound at all.

Even some ancient rituals seem cruel and shocking, but in fact they are just relics of the long history of magic development.

Apart from being used as a reference when studying the history of ancient magic, it is basically useless in actual magic applications and is purely a thing that looks good but is useless.

Dylan walked back and forth in the restricted books area, constantly pulling books off the shelves and flipping through them quickly.

Almost at a glance, he could determine whether the content of the book was worth his time.

As long as Dylan is sure that there is no need to read, he will immediately put the book back and turn to the next one.

"Theory of Soul Dimension Folding?" Dylan paused as he held a book in his hand. "Finally, there's something real here."

His gaze stopped at the chapter "Dimension Travel" in the book.

A full hour or two passed.

Although Dylan did not finish browsing the entire restricted book section, he still piled a few books in his arms.

They are -

Cursed Magical Instruments and Mysterious Relics

The Origin of Ancient Magic and Analysis of the Ultimate Spell

Soul Interpretation and Taboo Control

The first one was about cursed magical instruments. Dylan flipped through it briefly and found that it contained detailed records of various cursed magical items.

Although many of these methods are no longer as useful today, they still have certain reference value.

And some of these things may not be considered a big deal in the wizarding world, but if they were placed in the Muggle world, they could be considered a bombshell.

Furthermore, there may be some cursed items circulating in the Muggle world now, and many Muggles may be unknowingly cursed during the buying and selling process.

Dylan thought that his parents were at least in business now, so he decided to learn more about cursed objects.

As for the second book, which is about the analysis of ancient magic and ultimate spells, it describes the origin of magic from another level, which Dylan finds quite interesting.

It also contains some real ancient magic, full of medieval darkness and evil.

This is something that cannot be found in the library outside, so Dylan plans to study it.

As for the third book, Soul Enlightenment, the name is very flashy and the content is just passable.

Dylan read the table of contents. This book basically talks about the existence of the soul and its relationship with dimensions. The key point is that this book also mentions the theory of the soul traveling between different magical dimensions.

Dylan himself possesses a full-level black magic - parasitic possession.

The level involved in this spell is related to the soul.

In addition, spells such as stealing the words of the residual soul, expelling the spirit, and even stealing the soul and spirit, and reading the mind are all related to the soul.

Dylan's understanding of the soul is profound because of the full-level spells, but the true mystery of the soul cannot be understood just because he masters a few spells.

And what is the connection between immortality and the soul? This is also what Dylan wants to explore.

Therefore, Dylan always takes a look at any book related to the soul.

However, after spending most of the day in the forbidden book section, he didn't see any books about collecting souls.

Even if there are, the topics they talk about are too superficial and have no value or nutrition at all.

This was the only book Dylan thought could bring him some new knowledge.

After searching for a long time, I finally found these three books.

It seemed like a small amount, but Dylan felt quite satisfied. He turned and left the restricted area to register with Madam Pince.

“This is the book I want to borrow.”

Madam Pince paused as she polished the silver register, the raven feather brooch trembling slightly against her chest.

As Dylan piled the three books on the counter, the administrator's skinny fingers stroked the alchemical diagram on the cover of "The Origin of Ancient Magic". The serpentine patterns there seemed to be oozing fine blood beads, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be just an illusion.

"Return in seven days."

Madam Pince picked up the silver-plated quill pen and when she dipped the tip of the pen into the ink bottle, a string of purple mucus came up - it was the anti-counterfeiting ink specially made with sleepy bean juice.

As she entered the titles of the three books into the leather register, the gilt letters burned scorch marks on the parchment, emitting a pungent smell like burnt hair.

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you for your understanding."

(End of this chapter)