Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 129: Old Deng watching the show, a hearty magic showdown!
"I didn't expect that after this real fight, your abilities have improved significantly compared to the last little test I gave you."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan with a smile, her eyes still tinged with surprise. "Especially the change in your magic power. It's really huge. If your magic power was just a pond before, now it can be called a lake!"

"I've only seen two or three young wizards as talented as you."

When Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Professor Snape, who was sitting under the podium, looked at her.

Dylan pursed his lips and smiled. "You're too kind. It's just that I grew a lot taller this summer. Maybe that's why."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan, who had grown almost a head taller after not seeing him for two months, and fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Every time I see a young wizard grow up, I feel deeply moved and a sense of accomplishment."

"Yes, witnessing the transformation of students is the sweetest fruit in our teaching career."

Suddenly, a slightly old voice was heard.

Several people immediately looked towards the side door.

The brass handle of the side door turned slightly, and Dumbledore, wearing light grey cotton wizard pajamas, squeezed in through the crack of the door.

His pajamas were embroidered with star patterns, and the loose lantern sleeves swayed slightly with his movements, with a circle of delicate silver lace embroidered on the cuffs.

She wore a dark grey belt around her waist and a pair of black soft leather slippers on her feet.

The iconic pointed hat was worn loosely on his head, with a few strands of silver hair sticking out from under the brim.

Old Deng's eyes were gentle and penetrating as he looked at the people present. "Why are you coming here to duel so late at night? Are you afraid of being seen by the other students?"

"Principal Dumbledore, why are you here?" Dylan blinked.

"I had a premonition tonight that something was going to happen. A portrait told me that several stone sculptures were missing. I searched all the way here and found myself here."

Old Deng chuckled and glanced across the platform.

There were traces of battle all over it, and few of the guardian stone statues were intact. The broken stones were scattered on the ground, and there were water marks and shocking signs of fire around them, all of which were charred black.

Dumbledore walked slowly towards him and tapped his palms in the air twice.

The next moment, the scattered fragments of the stone statue suddenly trembled, and then were pulled up into the air by an invisible force, drawing arcs in the air and converging towards the stage.

Each piece of gravel seemed to have its own consciousness, accurately finding its own position, splicing and fusing with each other, and in the blink of an eye, they were reassembled into lifelike guardian stone statues.

At the same time, the water marks at the feet of Dylan and Professor McGonagall were sucked away by an unknown force, leaving only a dry table surface.

And those charred marks of fire gradually faded after a faint flash of light, until they became exactly the same color as the surrounding ground.

Dylan just felt a burst of magic floating around him for a while, and everything returned to normal. He couldn't help but pause slightly.

"Recovered as before?"

This is a very powerful repair spell. Although it is not too difficult, if you learn it to a high level, it can even repair broken bones and bodies.

But someone like Old Dumbledore doesn't need a wand or any spells, he can just effortlessly carry out such large-scale repairs.

This is enough to show that the other party has mastered the repair spell to the maximum level - at the worst, it is level nine.

Dylan marveled in his heart.

Old Deng is indeed Old Deng!
Just take action and you will know whether you have it or not!

Is this the strength of a century-old wizard?
If Old Dumbledore can get the maximum level for even one restoration spell, what about the other spells?

"If Xiao Fuzi's skill set, aside from the black magic, consists mostly of spells close to max level, or hovering between levels six and eight, then Old Deng..."

His skill library is probably all at the maximum level, at least level eight or nine.

"You shouldn't have opened Voldemort's skill library for me last time. You should have opened Dumbledore's skill library for me to take a look. Putting aside the dark arts, Dumbledore's abilities are definitely much more than Voldemort's!"

Dylan felt a little regretful.

However, compared to Xiao Fuzi's black magic, he had already learned everything he should know, and there was no need to learn what he shouldn't know. In the end, there were only a few spells left for him to choose from.

This was still somewhat acceptable to him, but if Old Deng's skill library was opened to him, he would probably be overwhelmed!
God knows what kind of advanced magic spells Old Deng has developed and is hiding in his principal's office during the days of sparring with those ruthless people and principals of past generations.

By then he'll want this and that, and he'll probably be tormented to death in the end!
After the guardian statue was restored, Professor McGonagall stood beside Dylan with a look of embarrassment on her face.

She coughed lightly and said to Old Deng with some apology: "I shouldn't have used this spell so easily."

The stone pillar is used as a special spell to protect the school, and the guardian stone statues can only be awakened by this spell.

——When she took over the position of Transfiguration professor from Albus, he told her that this spell could only be used when Hogwarts encountered a crisis.

But now she is secretly using it as a trick to assess students...

Now that she was suddenly caught by Albus, Professor McGonagall was still quite embarrassed.

Old Dumbledore seemed to see through Professor McGonagall's thoughts at a glance, but he did not intend to blame Professor McGonagall. Instead, he laughed and winked at Professor McGonagall.

"It's no big deal. I'll tell you something. I used to find excuses to play with this spell all the time."

After saying that, Old Dumbledore looked at Professors Snape and Flitwick who had already stood up from their recliners.

"I wonder what stage you guys are at now? I'm not too late, is it already over?"

Professor Flitwick shook his head repeatedly: "Not yet."

"That's good." Dumbledore's portrait looked relieved, and then he asked, "Can I watch your duel? It's been a long time since something so interesting happened at Hogwarts."

Huh? Didn't that just happen at the end of last semester?

Dylan blinked, then agreed immediately, "That's great. I was wondering if the three professors would invite you to join the assessment."

Mag: ...

Flitwick: ...

Snape:
What is this doing?
Is this a gimmick for the three of them?
Professor Flitwick laughed and said, "Look at what the kid said. Originally, this duel test involving Dylan was proposed suddenly today. It was a hasty decision and the time was too late, so naturally we didn't invite you, the headmaster."

As he spoke, he conjured up a new lounge chair and table, and filled them with fresh fruits and red wine.

Old Deng smiled happily and sat down.

Professor McGonagall walked down from the platform at this time. Old Dun looked at Dylan and asked, "Have your physical and mental strength recovered?"

Dylan took a deep breath, calmed himself down a little, and then nodded.

Professor Flitwick immediately jumped onto the platform.

It looks like Professor Snape will be the last to appear.

"Are you ready?"

"Come on, Professor."

"Expulso!"

Professor Flitwick didn't waste any time talking, but directly cast a powerful spell at the beginning - perhaps he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Instantly, a sulfur-colored light burst from the tip of Professor Flitwick's wand, and the spell split into three comet-shaped energy bombs in mid-flight.

Dylan immediately drew a perfect semicircle in the air with his wand: "Protego Totalum!"

A pale golden magic barrier quickly formed in front of him.

Almost at the same time, the impact of the explosion hit hard, making a deafening roar, and spider-web-like cracks were immediately created on the barrier.

Professor McGonagall sat in the audience, and the piece of almond biscuit she had just pinched tightened unconsciously.

Professor Snape raised the corners of his mouth and sneered, but it was immediately drowned out by the roar of the second spell.

——The tip of Professor Flitwick's wand flickered again, brewing a silver-blue arc of magical power.

"Ventus!"

As the spell was recited, the twelve crystal chandeliers hanging in the auditorium began to swing wildly, and Dylan's figure swayed slightly in the strong wind.

Facing the hurricane summoned by Professor Flitwick, Dylan's eyes flashed, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the wand in his hand spun rapidly at his fingertips, leaving afterimages.

"Glacius Tria (Triple Ice)!"

In an instant, three ice walls formed a V-shape and quickly rose from the ground.

"Boom!"

The outermost layer of ice was instantly torn into diamond-like dust and mist under the violent impact of the hurricane.

"Nice variation of the freezing spell!"

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but praise loudly when he saw this.

His wand emitted one spell light after another, and all kinds of magical powers erupted unrestrainedly, making Dylan's attack defense impeccable!
It seemed like it had been a long time since he had fought like this. Professor Flitwick's movements became faster and faster, and Dylan could only passively defend himself.

"As expected of a professor who won the championship without even using a curse, using only ordinary attack spells!"

Dylan swung it suddenly: "Repello (repulsive force)!"

Suddenly, all the attacks from Professor Flitwick were deflected by him. Dylan drew a few more circles, summoning a shield to block his body.

Professor Flitwick smiled, stepped on the levitation spell, and slowly rose to a height of three meters. The hem of his high-end custom-made robe trimmed with amethyst gently swept away the remaining ice chips.

"But try this—silent spellcasting!"

Having said that, Professor Flitwick obviously reminded Dylan.

At the same time, Old Deng, who was watching the game, suddenly sat up slightly, and ripples appeared on the edge of the mead glass.

"Using silent magic on a little wizard?"

Professor McGonagall watched the slowly spinning star pattern on the old headmaster's robes. She knew he was ready to strike at any moment to prevent Dylan from getting hurt. She couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry, I think he can handle it."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and lay back down on the couch - but the star pattern on his robe was still slowly turning.

“Buzz buzz buzz—whoosh!”

On the high platform, twelve invisible sharp blades cut through the air, even penetrating the protective wall and slashing towards Dylan.

Dylan instinctively leaned back and moved his shield, narrowly avoiding most of the blade attacks.

However, three blood marks still appeared on his left shoulder.

Dylan frowned: "Episkey (healed as before)!"

The blood oozing from the tear in his school robe on the shoulder stopped immediately.

At this moment, Dylan felt a dangerous aura approaching him again.

Dylan immediately raised his wand: "Revelio Obscurum!"

As the spell was chanted in the air, the outlines of twelve transparent blade wheels flashing with cold light suddenly appeared.

"It's my turn now!" Dylan curled up the corners of his mouth after seeing those sharp blades, and his wand trembled violently in his palm.

"Serpens Invoco!"

Under Dylan's spell, the twelve transparent blade wheels that originally tried to attack him turned into twelve king cobras, turned their targets, opened their bloody mouths, and crawled quickly towards Professor Flitwick.

Dylan then cast a levitation spell on them, allowing the poisonous snakes to directly attack Professor Flitwick who was floating in the air.

There was a cry of surprise from the audience: "Severus, did he learn this from you?"

Professor Snape curled his lips and said, "I haven't taught him the Transfiguration spell - and don't yell all the time."

Professor Flitwick was quite satisfied with Dylan's quick response.

He laughed loudly and lifted the levitation spell. At the moment of falling, he waved his wand and shouted loudly -

"Avis Oppugno (Bird Attack)!"

Professor Flitwick simply merged the two spells into one, and in a blink of an eye, countless ravens surged out from his sleeves, like a black cloud, scattering the snakes.

A flock of ravens and a king cobra collided violently in the air, and black feathers and snake scales scattered, forming an abstract painting on the moonstone floor tiles.

"Remember the counter-spell I taught you? The last question on the test is Fiendfyre!"

The old professor's short body flipped in the air, his robe fluttering like a hummingbird.

"Liefleaf? Are you sure Dylan has learned Lieflea's counter-spell?" Dumbledore's Phoenix ring suddenly burst into golden light.

"I think so." Professor McGonagall's hand quickly pressed on the wand.

Professor Snape glanced at the two of them and continued to lie there leisurely.

"Boom——!"

The terrifying fire gushed out from the tip of Professor Flitwick's wand and quickly raged across the platform.

Then, the fierce flames quickly condensed and turned into a huge eagle, flapping its wings and ready to fly!
The body of the Fierce Fire Eagle was burning with evil flames that could destroy everything. The hot breath made everyone in the audience feel a rolling hot current rushing towards them.

Dylan looked at the Fiery Eagle soaring in the sky and blinked.

"Don't even mention Little Fuzi, Professor Flitwick's Fiery Curse isn't even as good as Quirrell's."

Facing the aggressive Firebird, Dylan waved his wand.

"Glacius Maxima (Extreme Ice Feast)!"

"Aqua Eructo (Flood Eructo)!"

Wow!

A powerful magical torrent of ice and raging waves crashed into the little Fiery Eagle.

When the steam cloud of ice and fire spread rapidly, almost covering the entire dome, Dylan waved his wand again, and the counter-spell of the Fiery Curse erupted.

The little eagle formed only by fierce fire immediately became shaky, and finally let out an unwilling cry and completely dissipated.

After a while, the steam gradually dissipated, and the platform had turned into a magical jungle where ice and fire blended together - on the left was a crystal ice rose garden, and on the right was a charred vine that was still sweltering.

Dylan cast another counter-spell at them to prevent them from reviving.

"That's outstanding, I have to give you full marks!"

When everything calmed down, Professor Flitwick looked at Dylan with a flushed face, his eyes full of admiration.

"I didn't expect your fighting ability to be so exaggerated." Dylan smiled bitterly.

In fact, he had not used any of the full-level black magic he had mastered, but had simply used the spells he had learned and mastered to fight against Professor Flitwick.

This actually put him at a disadvantage right from the start.

He didn't even have a chance to fight back as Professor Flitwick hurled a barrage of spells at his face.

"It's better to be Karsus..."

Dylan suddenly missed the time when he used to trap those dark wizards who intended to do evil to him in the secret passage.

With the identity of Karsus, he can do whatever he wants!
Even the Aurors can give you a beating!
But now, he is just a little wizard with some abilities.

"Clap clap clap!"

Old Dumbledore stood up and applauded Dylan.

At the same time, he used the repair spell again to smooth out the cracks on the platform.

"Severus, you haven't tested Dylan yet, have you?"

Old Dumbledore looked at Professor Snape, who had a cold face but nodded slightly.

"Great, I still have more to watch!"

Old Deng clapped his hands twice more and said, "Then hurry up! I've already prepared the arena for you!"

Professor Snape's eyelids jumped: "He just finished a duel!"

Dumbledore came back to his senses: "Oh - I almost forgot about this. As I get older, my memory is a bit bad. You are still young, Severus."

He winked at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape didn't buy his talk at all. He just snorted and then turned his gaze to Dylan.

"I've taught you how to brew the special potion that will restore you to health. You can drink it now—are you saving it for Christmas?"

"..."

Dylan, suddenly scolded, smiled awkwardly: "I didn't bring the potion with me."

——He didn't really want to take things from his inventory in front of the professor and Old Dumbledore.

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes. "What's the use of the potion you brewed? Do you put it in the dormitory as a sacrifice?"

"..."

Professor, isn't your attack power a little too strong?

It really needs to be weakened!!!

Having said that, Professor Snape waved his wand, took out a bottle of recovery potion, and threw it to Dylan.

"Drink it quickly, don't delay my rest."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Dylan took the bottle of medicine flying from the air, unplugged the cap, and gulped down the whole bottle.

Professor Snape also stood up.

(End of this chapter)