Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 125: Souls and Curses, the Room of Requirement with Random Entrance?

The borrowing time for restricted books in the restricted area is usually shortened even with the professor's signature.

Although the banned books do not need to be returned within one or two days, returning them within three days is an average level.

But now, Madam Pince has secured for him the right to return it within seven days, and Dylan naturally wants to express his gratitude.

"I'm going to read first, Madam Pince." When Dylan nodded, the sunlight just happened to penetrate the window, casting the shadow of his eyelashes on his cheek.

Since it was still some time before lunch time, Dylan didn't leave in a hurry, but found an empty seat and sat down.

He first took the book "Soul Enlightenment and Taboo Control" in front of him and read it carefully.

The soul is always an extremely mysterious thing. The Killing Curse seems to be just a Killing Curse, but killing also means slaughtering the soul.

Dylan, who has mastered the Killing Curse at the highest level, naturally knows the principle of how this curse kills people.

After being hit by the Avada Kedavra curse, the connection between the target's soul and body will be directly and completely severed, and the soul will immediately leave the body. If there is no possibility of surviving in the form of a ghost, the body will die immediately.

However, the world of Harry Potter is itself an idealistic world, and even the strength of magic cannot compare to the power of emotion.

Murderous intent, kindness, sacrifice, love—all emotions can be materialized into visible power.

So to some extent, the happiness-sucking Dementors can also be seen as monsters embodied by depression.

It is precisely for this reason that Lily's sacrifice and Harry's final willingness to die can keep the protected people from harm.

Death is on the other side of the veil, and love is the hot and unknown door inside.

The strength of magic power actually depends more on "mental power".

For example, burlesque relies on humor and imagination.

Expecto Patronus relies on happiness.

Divination requires less stable emotions.

——Hermione has no talent for divination. Although she has a good talent for learning, it is too flat and she cannot understand the mysteries of language and suggestion.

The same is true for the Unforgivable Curses. If you want to use them, you still need to mobilize your emotions.

For example, in order to truly mobilize the power of the Unforgivable Curse, the caster himself needs to maintain a truly strong killing intent.

If Avada Kedavra does not have a strong and conscienceless desire to kill in his subjective will, it will be difficult for him to cause real harm to others.

With Avada Kedavra, it is not the action and consequences that are inherently evil, but the state of the caster.

However, Dylan has the rewards of the achievement system, so he can ignore his emotions and directly use spells to achieve the level he wants.

Even the strength of the spell can be controlled by him.

If Dylan originally intended to kill someone, then he could just use Avada Kedavra and the other person would definitely die.

But if he didn't really intend to kill someone, his use of Avada Kedavra might cause the other person to bleed from the nose for several days.

Of course, the degree of this can be adjusted by him at will, but other wizards can only rely purely on their own emotions.

However, in Dylan's research on curses, he also discovered that even if a person really has the intention to kill, this intention is not necessarily bad.

The so-called love turns to hate.

When a person shows murderous intent, it is possible that he is more likely to be feeling guilty.

So human emotions, it has to be said, are really extremely complicated things.

Starting from emotions, Dylan will naturally think about the relationship between soul and emotions.

Even if one kills someone with Avada Kedavra, killing the body with emotion, the soul can still move on to the next place.

Is the soul supported by emotions, or does it have some other power?
"In fact, if emotions are also the carrier of the soul, then perhaps the most terrifying spell is not the Killing Curse, but the Oblivion Curse."

"Or are memories and emotions separate? Even without memories, emotions are still etched in the soul?"

Dylan did not find the real answer to this question in this book, but he gained a deeper understanding of the human soul.

The first thing that must be made clear is that the soul and the body must be separable.

Just like the Killing Curse will directly sever the connection between the soul and the body, causing the body to die.

Dementors can also take away a person's soul, but keep the body alive.

"Exorcising spirits can only expel ghosts, including non-existence, but it cannot truly affect the most essential things in the soul. What exactly is in the human soul?"

This school year, the danger to Hogwarts comes from a basilisk.

——As for the notebook and Voldemort, Dylan is still eagerly waiting for them to appear.

It would be better for Xiao Fuzi to recover some strength before coming out, otherwise his experiment will be difficult to continue.

The basilisk itself has the ability of a deadly gaze, which can turn anyone who looks at it into stone - this is an instant effect.

Dylan suspected that the killing curse developed by Xiao Fuzi must have been inspired by the basilisk.

After studying for most of the day, Dylan's stomach started to growl.

"It's time to eat."

Dylan closed the book, packed up his things, left the library, and headed towards the restaurant.

When Dylan was walking halfway and turning the corner, he saw Neville in front of him.

But this time Neville was not entangled by Malfoy, but was blocked by a short man.

The little man had a camera hanging around his neck. When Dylan walked over, he heard the two of them talking about Harry Potter.

It seemed that the little man was looking for where Harry was.

Dylan glanced at the photo in the other person's hand - the back of Harry in the photo was running away.

Dylan blinked and reminded, "Harry was dragged off to training early this morning. I guess he's still on the Quidditch field."

Neville saw Dylan coming, smiled and nodded, "According to Wood's style, they may still be training now."

"Oh my god, Quidditch? Potter is so cool!"

Dylan added: "If I go there now, I might even see the double-man upside-down tactic invented by Wood."

Colin grinned foolishly, thanked Dylan and Neville, then turned around and rushed out of the restaurant like a whirlwind and ran towards the court.

Neville was a little confused: "Has he eaten yet?"

Dylan shrugged. "Who knows? Let's go eat. I'm starving."

Neville was stunned for a moment, then tossed his legs and followed Dylan: "I heard Harry say last time that he was really troubled by this guy. Wouldn't it be a good idea for us to just tell him Harry's location?"

Dylan waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. The clamor of slander and the applause of praise will always come along the road of life. Let Harry get used to it. He'll have plenty more to endure in the future."

Neville was stunned again: "Dylan, I find that besides being able to say things that are more vicious than Slytherin, you can also always make so many philosophical remarks."

Dylan glanced at him sideways. "When have I ever said anything malicious? I've always been the kindest and most honest person. Every word I say is from the heart."

"Did you really say out loud the vicious things you were thinking?"

"If that's how you want to understand it, then that's fine."

The two chatted and laughed as they arrived at the restaurant. Halfway through their meal, Harry and the others ran over.

After saying hello, Dylan finished his meal on his own and did not leave with Neville. Instead, he planned to go back and rest for a while at noon.

It was on the road that Dylan encountered an accident. "Oh, it would be great if I could study while taking a break."

The moment Dylan came up with this idea.

Suddenly, he saw an old oil painting on the stone wall of the corridor, which depicted an ancient magical forest. The forest seemed to come alive.

The veins of the fir trees radiate an emerald halo, and the mist rolls and surges.

The stone wall gradually deformed with the oil painting as the center, and soon a portal appeared.

Dylan was stunned: "This... is the sixth floor?"

He looked around and didn't see anyone. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped in.

After he entered the room, the entrance closed quietly.

Inside the house, a warm yellow light poured out from a crystal ball suspended in the air.

There is thick plush carpet under your feet, which feels soft to the touch.

There is also an extremely large lounge chair in the center of the room. The chair is made of soft leather and is piled with pillows.

Above the recliner, there is an exquisite brass hanger, the angle of which is just right to place the book firmly in front of the person lying on the recliner.

Dylan took a deep breath, and the faint scent of lavender mixed with the smell of paper entered his nostrils. A sense of peace arose spontaneously, and his mind couldn't help but relax.

"Why is the entrance to the Room of Requirement here too? Shouldn't it be on the eighth floor, across from the tapestry where the troll beat up Barnabas with his club?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, and with a flick of his wand, the exploratory magic quickly flowed throughout the house.

Until the magic power was withdrawn, he did not notice anyone else there.

After hesitating for a moment, Dylan looked down at the thick blanket, then took off his shoes. His toes immediately sank into the blanket, and he felt a tingling and comfortable sensation.

Dylan walked over to the recliner, slowly sat down, moved his limbs, and lay down on it.

As soon as he lay down, the leather recliner slightly sank to fit the curve of his body, and the cushion automatically deformed to fit the arc of his spine.

——It’s as precise as if it was tailor-made for him.

Dylan stretched.

“It’s really comfortable.”

After lying down, Dylan couldn't help but think.

He never went up to the eighth floor, but he encountered the entrance to the Room of Requirement here.

Could it be that his desire to study while resting was so strong that it caused the entrance to the Room of Requirement to change?
"I'm not that lazy, am I?"

Dylan shook his head. "Perhaps there are multiple entrances here, or the one on the eighth floor is fixed, and entrances to other places might appear randomly."

In fact, Dylan believes that the entire Hogwarts might be a living castle.

As the Room of Requirement is a secret existence in Hogwarts, it doesn't seem too difficult to understand that it just opened a few more doors.

Dylan noticed the brass shelf above his head, compared it with the other, and found that it was just the right size for a book.

His eyes lit up and he hung the book up.

“But I still have to translate it myself.”

shuh~
The moment Dylan finished his thought, two delicate mechanical clamps slowly extended from the brass frame, which looked like mechanical arms in the shape of a raven's beak.

The clip seemed to move according to Dylan's thoughts. When Dylan wanted to see the next page, the clip would clamp the page, and with a slight lift, the page would turn over lightly.

Dylan's eyes brightened.

“So humane?”

Isn’t this too accommodating?

Dylan lay on the recliner and began to look through the three books he had brought from the restricted section.

"I didn't expect to be able to study so comfortably. If I had known, I would have come here to study last semester!"

Dylan regretted not having come to experiment with the wonders of the Room of Requirement in first grade.

However, the focus of his first year was to go back and forth between the professors' offices, or to search for herbs in the Forbidden Forest, so he had no time to come here.

Even now he didn't have much time to stay here. After a short rest, he would have Professor Snape's private class in the afternoon.

"In the dormitory, I'm just lying down anyway. I'm lying down here too, and it's even more comfortable."

Dylan just thought about it once in his mind and then lay down quietly.

Next, the Room of Requirement repeatedly provided Dylan with more help according to his requests.

Dylan only needs to lie down on the recliner, stretch out his hand, and what he wants will come directly to him.

"Well, if only my suitcase could be like the Room of Requirement."

That way, his usual magic experiments would definitely be more convenient and easier.

Of course, to some extent, his briefcase can grant any request - as long as he has enough Galleons.

The leisure time passed quickly.

Dylan checked the time and it was already late.

It was time for him to set off for Professor Snape's office.

Otherwise, if you are late, even for just a second, or even just on time, you will definitely be ridiculed by the old bat.

"How can it be so comfortable lying down? Can I use this technology to research how to make Muggle items? I think it will sell like hotcakes."

Dylan's mind is now busy learning magic and knowledge, while from time to time he comes up with ideas about how to help his parents make more money.

After leaving the Room of Requirement.

Dylan looked back at the painting on the wall and paused slightly.

"Next time, let's try a different location and see if we can trigger the entrance to the Room of Requirement."

Dylan walked downstairs until he reached the fourth floor. When the sole of his boot rolled over a suspicious trace of slime, his heel suddenly slipped - this made him immediately alert and hold the wand at his waist.

There were messy footsteps around the corner, and Dylan saw Harry pulling Ron's arm and walking towards Professor Flitwick's office.

"Hey, good afternoon—"

Before Dylan could finish his words, Ron's face turned a strange green, and he looked like he had swallowed ten swamp toads alive.

"Wow--" He bent his waist and suddenly spasmed. His Adam's apple rolled violently, and a ball of living creature covered with mucus spurted out.

The disgusting, pearl-colored, and still wriggling slug, about the size of a palm, hit the stone bricks with a "click".

The translucent body shone with oily light under the candlelight, and the silver threads drawn out by the mucus trembled and broke in the air.

Dylan's eyelids twitched. He could even smell the sour and fishy odor in the air and see the secretions oozing from the glandular pores densely covered on the slug's body.

He had just stretched out his arm, ready to wave to a few people, but he silently retracted it and then took a step back.

Ron opened his mouth at him again.

"Again?!"

(End of this chapter)