Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 128: Such a big fuss, are you going to beat me like Voldemort?

Dylan was unaware of Malfoy's miserable condition.

——In fact, he didn't know that the curse recorded in the forbidden book would be so powerful and long-lasting.

After a brief conversation with Professor McGonagall, Dylan finally reached a consensus with Professor McGonagall to slightly slow down the frequency of after-school tutoring.

After confirming this, the smile on Professor McGonagall's face became visibly brighter.

"I will discuss a plan for your assessment with Sifros and the others as soon as possible."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, the office door closed gently behind Dylan. He came to the corridor and walked a short distance before seeing several Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students pinching their noses and hurriedly passing by him.

——That action could almost be described as fleeing in panic.

Dylan also saw a few Slytherins arguing with someone with grim faces.

Dylan couldn't help but stop, and the next moment, a sharp voice rang out.

"Fresh and hot Slytherin specialties—!"

Dylan finally saw who was arguing with those Slytherin students - Peeves.

The guy's voice was quite loud, and combined with some suspicious smells in the corridor, Dylan roughly understood what was going on here.

But he ignored it and was about to turn and leave when Peeves suddenly opened his voice and sang the adapted school song: "Draco Toilet Malfoy, Splatoon in Action - Please give me back my toilet!"

Dylan's mouth twitched.

"Alright, everyone, disperse!"

Filch's hoarse voice came from the bathroom.

Dylan blinked. "I've just finished dinner and have spoken to Professor McGonagall. Are they still in the bathroom?"

Dylan walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

I began to re-evaluate the value of the banned books in my mind.

"Perhaps some spells are not as bland as they appear to be."

After arriving at the dormitory, Dylan just pushed open the door and saw Ron slumped on the edge of the bed with his head drooping. His iconic red hair also looked a little wilted at the moment.

Harry sat aside, also with a frown on his face and a dull look in his eyes, staring at the floor in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?" Dylan blinked.

Seeing Dylan come back, Ron looked up and sighed, "Oh my God, we're going to be in detention! Detention on the first day of school, now we're the same as Malfoy."

"Everyone's been put in solitary confinement?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah! He was the only one who got detention last semester, and now we're going to get detention too! How embarrassing!" Ron said angrily.

Seeing that he didn't seem so upset now, Dylan shrugged slightly and said, "You get used to being in solitary confinement after a while. Maybe you'll be in solitary confinement more often in the future."

"How is this possible!" Ron stared.

"But Hagrid said he will accompany us." Harry sighed slightly.

After he finished speaking, he raised his head again, looked at Dylan and said, "Also, Dylan, Heger asked me to tell you that he hopes you can go see him when you are free. He has something he wants to tell you - he misses you very much."

Harry's words were very tactful, but Dylan still understood what he meant.

Obviously, Hagrid wanted to talk to him about Norbeta - in other words, Hagrid missed his little dragon.

Dylan nodded slightly. "I see. I'll come over when I have time, but I'm busy right now—very busy lately."

Harry blinked slightly, then nodded. "I'll pass your message on to Hagrid."

Then the two of them went to eat. Dylan had already eaten, so there was no need for him to go again.

Summoning the coal briquette, Dylan began to organize his notes while holding it.

At the same time, he was thinking about what the duel assessment between the three professors would be like and how he should respond.

Should he show off the magic spells he knows as much as possible, or hide his strength?

——Of course, even if it is revealed, it will only be those normal spells or curses, and forget about black magic.

What if the professor is killed by a dark spell?
Until seven o'clock in the evening.

Harry and his friends haven't come back since they went out for dinner.

Dylan didn't wait for Neville and Seamus, but instead received a message from Professor McGonagall.

"We've already discussed the content of the assessment during dinner. See you in the auditorium at 10 o'clock tonight."

Dylan raised his brow.

Ten o'clock at night?

Wasn't there a curfew at that time?

Let him run to the auditorium...

Could it be that the assessment has already started?

Let him hide from Filch's pursuit first?
"But after Fiferchi cleans up that toilet today, the patrol tonight may not be very serious."

Dylan pursed his lips and gathered his things.

Until about nine fifty.

Neville and Seamus had both returned to bed.

Dylan then put the coal ball back into the pet space, and then turned into a shadow and passed through the wall without making any sound.

Dylan didn't run into anyone on the way to the auditorium.

Before he approached the auditorium, he released the power of the coal briquettes and walked to the door.

The side door of the auditorium was half open at this time. Dylan gently pushed the door open and saw that the entire auditorium had been rearranged.

The magical star map hanging from the auditorium dome is simulating the midnight sky.

The long table that was originally used for students to eat disappeared, and the entire spacious space was transformed into a huge platform similar to a fighting arena.

Around the platform stand majestic stone sculptures, each holding a weapon and guarding on both sides.

Dylan looked up and saw Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape standing on the podium. When they saw his head popping out from the crack in the door, they all looked over.

"Dylan, you're here at the right time. I've just arranged these stone guards." Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan and waved to him quickly.

Stone Guard?

"..."

Dylan swallowed.

Seeing Professor McGonagall's excitement, Dylan looked at the platform, thought for a moment, pushed the door open completely, and then walked in and approached the platform.

"Professor, are you three going to attack me together in my duel test? —And these statues?"

Dylan looked around.

Professor McGonagall, Vice-Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Head of Gryffindor House.

Professor Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw House and Champion of the Duelling Club.

Professor Snape, the youngest head of Slytherin House in history.

And - the guardian stone sculpture of Hogwarts.

What do you want to do?
Voldemort didn't come either!
It’s such a big fuss, if you don’t know, you might think that they are beating Dylan like Voldemort!
Dylan originally thought that the professors' assessment was just like before, to test his control over the spell.

Unexpectedly, looking at the situation, it seems that the three professors really intend to duel with him?
He was one against three - no, there were also the guardian stone statues of Hogwarts.

Isn't it a bit too much for him to be so old?

He is not Voldemort!
Professor McGonagall's smile deepened the wrinkles on her face. "The assessment will still be one per person. After all, it's really unacceptable for three of us professors to attack a single student like you at the same time. But if you want, we can also change the format of the assessment."

"No, there's no need to change it. Let's just follow your arrangements, professor." Dylan flatly rejected Professor McGonagall's proposal.

The latter nodded.

"It's late enough, stop talking nonsense - who will start first?" Professor Snape's voice was filled with impatience.

But to Dylan, these words still sounded a bit... impatient?
"Oh my god!"

Dylan took a deep breath and walked up the stairs to the platform.

I have to say that the three professors must have put a lot of thought into arranging the venue - the platform looks quite sturdy and large.

"Since Dylan is my student, let me test his results first." Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

Neither Professor Flitwick nor Professor Snape had any objections.

The former walked briskly and was the first to arrive at the bottom of the platform. He raised his hand to adjust the ceremonial robe he had specially worn this time, and his movements were elegant like a scholar.

The latter still had that cold face and black robe, like floating in the dark night, following Professor Flitwick slowly.

Dylan looked in the direction they were going down and noticed a small rest shed on the other side of the platform.

There were several comfortable lounge chairs there, and three tables were arranged in a row next to them, filled with a variety of delicious food.

"I'm saying it's better to build a rest area," Professor Flitwick said lightly. "Flamboyant," Professor Snape said coldly.

The two walked over and sat down slowly.

Professor Flitwick first picked out a small piece of cake from the pile of desserts, took a bite, a satisfied expression on his face, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Professor Snape casually picked up a glass of wine that sparkled with ruby ​​luster, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the podium.

——Dylan clearly saw a hint of ridicule in Professor Snape's eyes.

"This kind of reserved yet slightly cunning spirit is worthy of you, Professor Snape."

Dylan's mouth twitched.

"Don't tell me you get distracted like this when dueling someone else."

The moment Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, a rolling heat wave suddenly rushed towards Dylan.

Dylan immediately turned around, his wand twirling steadily: "Hydra Emerge!"

The trajectory of the boy's wand was like waves rising in a black lake, and the shadow of the nine-headed water snake was looming in the steam.

Dylan reshaped the spell of clear water like a spring, turning the water flow into a ferocious and ferocious water snake, which collided with the flaming lion summoned by Professor McGonagall.

Snape suddenly sneered on the recliner: "Can a lion also summon a giant snake?"

His long fingers were caressing the crystal goblet, the walls of which reflected the comical scene of Flitwick directing the cutlery to dance with his fork.

"Magic doesn't discriminate between living things." Professor Flitwick chuckled.

Professor McGonagall on the stage narrowed her eyes, raised her wand, and the flaming lion roared and rushed straight forward.

The moment water and fire collided, a deafening roar was heard.

Professor McGonagall's flaming lion smashed the water snake, and the bursting steam condensed into rain clouds on the dome. The water vapor quickly spread, blurring the vision on the platform, and Dylan's robe was lifted up by the heat wave.

He waved his wand again: "Thalassa Wrath!"

Most of the water summoned by Dylan disappeared, but the remaining clear water instantly condensed into surging waves, which counterattacked Professor McGonagall with the force of thunder. The crests of the waves flashed with cold light, and they were like a tidal wave.

"Not bad! Your mastery of the Transfiguration Spell seems to have exceeded my expectations."

Dylan stood at the source of the waves and looked at Professor McGonagall. Facing the surging waves, the other party actually had time to praise him.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Professor McGonagall transformed into a tabby cat, leaped up, and dodged quickly on the edge of the platform. The waves were so powerful that she pounced madly, but missed.

The moment he landed, the light flashed again, and Professor McGonagall instantly returned to her human form. She raised her wand without hesitation and spoke in a high-pitched voice.

"Piertotum Locomotor (Piertotum Locomotor)!"

In an instant, the light at the tip of the wand surged and exploded.

Professor McGonagall's spell triggered a chain reaction among the stone statues under the platform. The originally quietly standing guardian stone sculptures seemed to be injected with life, and began to move with a clacking sound, and lime fell off their bodies.

"boom!"

There was a simultaneous sound of footsteps, and all the guardian stone statues stomped their feet suddenly. With a low roar, those heavy stone statues flew straight to the platform like swords from a bow, protecting Professor McGonagall behind them.

Dylan's mouth twitched. "Professor, you haven't suffered any loss at my hands yet. You wouldn't use your ultimate move right away, would you?"

"Of course, it's better to use your ultimate move early." Professor McGonagall chuckled and waved her wand to control the movements of the guardian stone statues.

"I think it's better not to reduce the number of courses. You haven't taught me this trick yet." Dylan moved quickly to the back.

"If you could become a professor at Hogwarts, I think Albus would agree to let me teach you this spell." Professor McGonagall pointed her wand.

"Boom boom boom!"

The stone statues surrounded Dylan one after another.

Moss seeped through the gaps in the knight's mail armor, and the stone hooves of the warhorse almost crushed the moonstone bricks on the edge of the platform.

When the first stone statue swung its giant sword, Dylan smelled the scent of sulfur wrapped around the blade - apparently Professor McGonagall had mixed in a little volcanic ash when she summoned them.

"Avis (flocks of birds)!"

Dylan waved his arm lightly, his movements were not at all slow and clumsy, and then a group of flying birds appeared out of thin air and circled above Dylan's head.

Without pausing, Dylan waved his wand again.

"Oppugno!"

shhhhhh!
The bird spread its wings and flew away from the guardian stone statues that were attacking Dylan, shuttling between the statues.

Its sharp claws and beaks constantly attacked the stone statue, and every contact even created sparks and sent stone chips flying from the statue.

"Your summoning spell is perfectly integrated with the Transfiguration spell. Even the body structure of these birds, including their claws, has been transformed into a different form by you using the Transfiguration spell?"

Professor McGonagall's voice rang out in surprise: "Your understanding of this spell is beyond my expectation!"

"Of course, Professor McGonagall taught me well."

Amidst the chaos of the battle, Dylan strolled among a flock of flying birds.

——The number of flying birds seemed endless, surrounding Dylan, and even his figure was wrapped up in it, making it vaguely invisible.

Dylan moved forward slowly, and any stone sculpture that approached him would be directly repelled by him.

The stone sculptures further away were blocked by the flying birds he summoned.

"If we only talk about this spell, you are excellent, but the power of transformation is more than that!"

As Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, the wand in his hand quickly drew an arc in the air, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by some force.

In an instant, a flame suddenly rose out of thin air without any warning, and the huge amount of magic power surged violently, making the flame burn even more fiercely.

The ball of fire quickly transformed into a lion that was even larger than the original one.

Every hair of the flaming lion's mane was dancing with flames. At this moment, it roared to the sky, and the roar made the surrounding air buzz.

Then, it pushed hard with its hind legs, jumped high, created a wave of heat, and rushed into the flock of birds.

"Wow!"

The fierce fire that erupted from the flaming lion burned the flying birds, causing them to scream and fall to the ground.

The number of birds that were once densely packed has decreased dramatically.

As the number of flying birds decreased sharply, Dylan's figure was about to be exposed.

However, he also walked silently to the other side of Professor McGonagall, pointing his wand directly at Professor McGonagall.

"Bat-Bogey Hex!"

The spell popped up quickly.

Professor McGonagall felt the approach of magic among a flock of flying birds and flames, and her body quickly shrank, turning into a tabby cat. She narrowly avoided the attack, and after landing, she returned to human form, with a trace of anger flashing across her face.

"Bat curse? Dylan, you actually used this kind of curse on me."

"I'm sorry, Professor, but a duel is all about using all your strength."

"Well said!"

Professor McGonagall raised her wand, and the power that erupted from the flaming lion became even more terrifying.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire auditorium.

Dylan glared. "But then again, Professor, you don't have to use all your strength, do you?"

Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "Sorry, Dylan, a duel always requires all your strength."

"..."

Dylan's face darkened, and then his eyes became firm.

"(`^)Okay, Professor, I won't be afraid of you anymore!"

He waved his wand quickly.

"Incendio (Burning Flame)!"

A ball of fire instantly condensed in front of him, heat waves spread out, and the stone statues that pounced on him were blown away one after another.

"Flamilionus!"

The spreading heat wave quickly condensed, and gathered again as Dylan waved his wand, and then twisted and reshaped until it also turned into a flaming lion.

When the two lions met, they were both lifelike and then started fighting fiercely towards each other.

The two sides bit and collided with each other, and every confrontation produced dazzling sparks. Even the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature.

Until finally, accompanied by a loud bang, the two flaming lions entangled each other tightly, and at the same time, a strong light burst out, and then completely disappeared.

Only a scorching heat remained on the field, filled with the smoke of the battle.

Dylan slowly put away his wand, his chest rising and falling slightly, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.

He hadn't considered other spells just now, but simply used all his strength in Transfiguration, and was really going head-to-head with Professor McGonagall - tit for tat!

This also made him feel the other party's profound foundation in transformation!
Even though his Transfiguration spell was almost at the maximum level, the difference of one or two levels still seemed to create a gap between him and Professor McGonagall!
"Professor, you've finally given in. I've gained a lot of new insights into the Transfiguration Spell you just cast."

Dylan walked forward, leaned slightly, and bowed solemnly to Professor McGonagall, his back bent into a humble arc.

(End of this chapter)