Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 130: Your head must have been hit by the stairs at Hogwarts. Where could he have learned the Unforgivable Curses?
The candlelight on the edge of the platform suddenly flickered into a faint green. Professor Snape placed his slender fingers on the bronze railing, and his footsteps moved lightly, his black robe fluttering.

"Let me see your progress now."

The deep voice carried the unique coldness of a black-robed professor.

As he stepped onto the last step, a wand slipped out from the sleeve of his black robe, and the candlelight cut his sunken cheeks into two poles of light and dark.

"I will try my best to satisfy you——"

Dylan hadn't finished speaking yet.

The wand suddenly raised.

"Sectumsempra!"

"Sectumsempra!"

Almost at the same moment.

Dylan attacked suddenly, but Professor Snape also gently raised his wand.

Two dazzling black lights burst out with sharp force and collided with each other!
"Humph, there are quite a few little tricks."

Professor Snape snorted.

Dylan smiled slightly and said, "You are really wronging me. How could I do anything?"

Then, he quietly looked at the characteristics of his refined spell related to Shenfeng Wuying.

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[Dark Blade Camouflage]: When you use the Shadowless Divine Blade, you can choose whether to conceal the traces!
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This was a new feature that Dylan unlocked and completed during the summer vacation while dealing with the third feature of the Cruciatus Curse, the spread of pain.

Since it is only the first level of characteristics, the task of refining the magic spell is not complicated. You only need to use the Divine Edge Shadowless Cut to cut through the stomachs of a hundred creatures.

Thanks to those rather fertile little cuties, Dylan finished quickly.

In fact, Dylan could achieve the same effect by spending a hundred Galleons to beautify his wand into a transparent attack effect.

However, this feature can give his opponent an unexpected surprise when he uses the magic wand's attack effects normally.

After all, if every attack of his left no trace, the enemy would always be on guard.

However, he was just about to make a move, and if he suddenly attacked, he might be able to cause the other party to suffer a great loss.

At that time, he will change the special effect of his magic wand to colorless, and launch a direct bombardment. Who can withstand it?

"Shhhhh!"

Just as Professor Snape opened his mouth with a stern face and wanted to say something.

Suddenly, several sounds of breaking through the air came towards him.

Professor Snape's eyes widened slightly.

"Protego!"

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Several sharp blades were blocked on both sides of Professor Snape, but a big hole was cut in his billowing black robe.

Professor Snape's face suddenly turned dark.

Dylan paused and shrank his neck. "Professor, I'll give you a few more robes later."

"Sectumsempra!"

While talking, Dylan's hands never stopped.

"Finite!"

Professor Snape jerked his wrist.

"Expelliarmus!"

Dylan strikes again.

Professor Snape reacted quickly, raised his hand and attacked quickly. He didn't even chant any more spells, but instead cast several spells in succession.

He blocked Dylan's attack and then counterattacked Dylan.

"Multicast, huh?"

Dylan felt the whistling magic and dodged it, swinging his arms at the same time.

"Expelliarmus!" x10!

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——

"Sectumsempra (God's Shadowless Sword)!" x10!

Swish Swish Swish Swish——

A full twenty rays of magical light burst out.

Ten of them disappeared into the void immediately after flying out.

Professor Snape was slightly stunned, his deep pupils shrank slightly, his thin lips unconsciously opened, and a rare hint of surprise flashed across his face.

Maybe the shampoo and potion Dylan gave him were used up.

——Professor Snape's hair became a little greasy again.

——It may also be that he simply does not want to use the Porter shampoo on the market, nor is he willing to make his own cleansing solution for washing his hair.

When Dylan's attack flew over, a few strands of his black hair were blown to his forehead.

"Finite!"

"Impedimenta!"

Professor Snape cast spells one after another to block Dylan's spells, and then quickly sprayed out spells with his wand.

In the blink of an eye, the center of the platform was almost submerged in various spells.

However, Dylan has the ability to cast ten spells in a row. Even though he is not as good as Professor Snape in controlling some spells, the number of spells cast by both sides is actually almost the same.

Professor Snape can cast several spells at the same time, and Dylan can cast a spell ten times at the same time.

Hey, magic power is free, just throw it away~!

"Oh!"

The curse surged, and Dylan fought fiercely with Professor Snape. In the end, he swung out a hundred invisible divine swords in one breath, almost draining his mental power.

This also prevented Professor Snape from completely dispelling the spell he had cast. A group of sharp blades attacked madly and were thrown in front of Professor Snape, causing him to step one foot out of the platform suddenly, with the sole of his shoe rubbing against the edge, and he was almost knocked off the platform.

Professor Snape had a cold expression on his face. He waved his wand and immediately stabilized his body.

Dylan also stopped attacking, his wand dropped in his hand, and he was breathing heavily.

Neither of them made another move.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to live?" Professor Snape's cold voice sounded.

Dylan felt a slight headache at the moment and was unable to speak. He could only stare at Professor Snape dryly.

Professor McGonagall also ran up and said seriously, "How can you cast a hundred spells at once? How did you do it? - No, now is not the time to ask that. I mean, there will be problems if you do this!"

Professor Snape took out a bottle of potion, waved his wand gently, and the potion slowly floated in front of Dylan.

He didn't even have to unscrew the lid before the potion twisted slightly on its own, slipped out of the bottle, and flew to Dylan's lips.

Dylan only had to open his mouth and the bottle tilted slightly, pouring the potion into his mouth.

After drinking the rejuvenation potion handed to him by Professor Snape, Dylan felt that his almost dried-up mental strength had recovered a lot.

Dylan shook his head slightly.

"hiss"

It still hurts a little.

Professor McGonagall frowned and approached with a look of concern.

"This is just an assessment, a private assessment! You don't need to completely deplete your magic power, it will cause problems for your body!" She emphasized again.

Dylan exhaled.

With the help of several achievement rewards, his mental strength and magic power recovered quickly.

After he had almost recovered, Dylan smiled at the professors and said, "Don't worry, professor. I know what I'm doing."

"Your sense of propriety is like the thread pulled by a slug, thin and weak!" said Professor Snape coldly.

“…” Dylan scratched his head awkwardly.

He couldn't tell them about the awards he had received, so he had to change the subject.

"Professor, it seems like I won in the end?"

Professor Snape snorted, his face still showing that look of disgust, and said unhappily: "Yes, after you almost killed yourself, you did catch me off guard."

Dylan chuckled.

Looking at his expression, Professor Snape really wanted to slap him on the head.

——No, I have to endure it, I am Snape! After enduring it again and again, Professor Snape's thin lips moved: "If luck was not on your side, you would have been attacked by the backlash of the magic and fell to the ground unconscious. Next time, no one will be able to save you, you idiot!"

Even when he was cursing, it was rare to hear him say so many words in one breath.

Professor McGonagall blinked.

Dylan didn't dare to say anything. He had no choice but to accept Professor Snape's "careful teaching".

At the same time, Professor Snape paused for a moment, his tone seemed to soften slightly, and he squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"But you did beat me. You performed quite well in this duel test."

At this time, Dumbledore's voice sounded: "Using spells continuously is indeed a very dangerous thing. Every time a spell is used, it must be accurate, otherwise problems may occur."

Old Dumbledore also walked onto the platform, accompanied by Professor Flitwick.

"Professor McGonagall is right. Your behavior is very bold, but I also want to know how you were able to cast so many spells in succession just now?" Old Dumbledore's eyes fell on Dylan.

"That's a burst technique I developed - some little tricks. I tried to teach it to Harry and the others, but in the end, they couldn't seem to use it."

When Professor Snape mentioned Harry, his face gradually darkened again. He glanced at Dylan coldly, pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered.

"Why don't you keep this skill to yourself and teach it to those clueless people? Even if you carve the method into their heads, they won't be able to learn it!"

Dylan smiled awkwardly, unable to respond or refute.

After being interrupted by Professor Snape, Old Dumbledore didn't seem to continue to ask Dylan's meaning, but instead asked, "Are you feeling okay now?"

"I feel fine, thank you for your concern." Dylan had almost recovered at this time thanks to the achievement reward.

Professor Snape then looked at him again and said, "Your research on the Divine Sword and Shadowless Art seems to have reached a new level."

During the duel, both sides attempted to use Legilimency on each other, and always maintained the use of Occlumency.

But now Dylan cast a hundred spells, almost exhausting his mental strength.

After the duel stopped, Professor Snape did not take advantage of the situation and try to invade the little wizard's brain.

Old Deng, standing by, paused for a moment, then raised his lips slightly as he began to praise, "Your mastery and study of spells is truly eye-opening. It seems you possess an astonishing insight into and ability to expand upon many areas of magic."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Dylan always has a lot of new ideas. Although some of them are quite dangerous, they do allow him to explore some neglected areas."

"...You're too kind." Dylan's mouth twitched.

"I really enjoyed my fight this time. I think even if you participate in the duel tournament now, you will definitely win the championship!"

Professor Flitwick stood beside Old Dumbledore and said in an excited but regretful tone, "But you know, they won't allow underage wizards to participate in the competition. It would be embarrassing for them if their records were broken."

Professor Flitwick said as he glanced at Snape.

Professor McGonagall said, "Your performance today was excellent. I don't even think I need to tutor you after class."

"--This is still somewhat necessary, Professor." Dylan immediately responded.

Old Dumbledore laughed heartily, his eyes moist. "Oh, I haven't seen such a harmonious scene in a long time. It's so touching to see a little wizard growing up under our guidance—and being so upright at that.

"In fact, if you want, you can always come to me for extra lessons."

As Old Deng finished speaking, the other four people paused.

The three professors looked at Dumbledore with a hint of surprise - as did Dylan.

"Is this too much trouble for you?"

"No, how could that be? I'm just an old man with nothing better to do. Maybe I'll read some adult magazines now and then—excuse me, but shouldn't I say this in front of a child? Dylan, do you read magazines?"

Professor McGonagall looked helpless.

Dylan blinked and replied, "Yes, for example, 'Transfiguration Today'. Professor McGonagall was generous enough to give me a full year's subscription - but I'll be ordering it myself next year."

Professor McGonagall was even more helpless: "Next year on your birthday, I will also..."

Before she could finish her words, Dylan said with a smile, "Just kidding, Professor. I've already made an appointment with the bookstore. I'll give you a big gift for your birthday this year."

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up slightly.

Professor Flitwick came back to his senses from his excitement and coughed, "McGonagall, your birthday should be about the same as mine, right?"

He was obviously talking to Professor McGonagall, but his eyes were always on Dylan.

Dylan smiled. "And you, Professor Flitwick. I won't forget your birthday."

Since he had already received gifts this year, his birthday had already passed. Professor Snape snorted coldly and said nothing.

Old Deng then spoke up: "I'm really happy to see you two getting along so well. It's just that it's getting late now. Teachers and students alike should all go to bed."

Dylan's other three professors nodded, said their goodbyes, and then let Dylan leave first.

Dylan didn't know whether Old Deng wanted to say something to them or whether he needed them to stay and restore the auditorium to its original appearance.

In short, it was indeed getting late. In the blink of an eye, nearly four hours had passed.

It's almost two in the morning.

If Dylan hadn't thrown a few waves to dispel his tiredness, and the duel just now had really stirred up his emotions, he would have almost fallen asleep by now.

And after he left.

Dumbledore looked at the three professors.

"What do you think of this little guy?"

Professor Snape spoke first: "Didn't you ask all this yesterday morning? Obviously, he couldn't have mastered the Unforgivable Curses."

Old Dumbledore nodded. "But Quirrell said that he was attacked in the Forbidden Forest by someone who could cast spells continuously."

"—You mean firing forbidden spells in succession? Others said fifty, but even firing ten in a row would be much more difficult than the Divine Edge and Shadowless spell he just used. You should understand how difficult it is to learn the Unforgivable Curses."

Professor Snape glanced at Old Dumbledore and said bluntly, "I really doubt whether your head was crushed by the stairs of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore was not angry at all. Instead, he chuckled: "We were just discussing - and the child is indeed very clever, isn't he?"

"Then where could he have learned the Unforgivable Curses?" Professor Snape asked bluntly.

This question really stumped Old Deng, and he pondered silently.

"Yes, there is hardly any way he could learn it from anywhere."

Professor Snape snorted coldly: "Because of your suspicion, you actually made me and my students accompany you until now - didn't you say you wouldn't show up?"

Dumbledore blinked.

Professor McGonagall interrupted the tit-for-tat atmosphere between the two people at the right time: "The Ministry of Magic informed us that a new demon has appeared - Albus, you should have more information than us, right?"

Old Deng nodded slightly. "Yes, the man who recklessly used the Unforgivable Curse claimed to be Karsus, also known as the Fool."

He paused, his old brows furrowed slightly. "What's strange is that, although this fool killed a dark wizard in the street and caused the Aurors who came to arrest him to kill each other, in the end, none of the Aurors died; they only suffered some injuries."

"——Moreover, during the summer vacation, the Ministry of Magic received several reports that someone was robbing those evil dark wizards. Their methods were cruel, and they used the Unforgivable Curses."

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows: "You mean, the one who robbed the dark wizard was that Karsus?"

"I just think so."

Professor Flitwick said, "Is it possible that Karsus was the one who attacked Quirrell and... the You-Know-Who?"

Dumbledore fell silent. "You understand that Hogwarts has always had a ward that does more than just restrict the Apparition of others."

The three professors were silent for a while.

Yes, the barrier of Hogwarts is not just about preventing wizards from Disapparate within it.

If someone sneaked into Hogwarts without permission using dark magic, the barrier would not remain indifferent.

Even Voldemort had to possess Quirrell to enter Hogwarts and lurk for so long.

——In fact, last school year, it was precisely because of the existence of the barrier that most professors did not think that a Dark Lord would sneak into the school.

Professor Snape frowned: "Since that fellow named Karsus attacked Quirrell, they are obviously not in the same group."

Old Dumbledore nodded. "Moreover, the identities of the dark wizards who died in the secret passage have been verified by the Ministry of Magic. They were all extremely vicious criminals."

Professor Flitwick muttered, "Those evil fellows always like to resort to thieves."

Old Dumbledore sighed slightly: "This person's sudden appearance has caused panic in the English wizarding community."

Professor Snape sneered: "So what? The Ministry of Magic is not here to do nothing. It's not our turn to get involved in such matters."

Professor McGonagall agreed, "Yes, and it's even less likely to have anything to do with a child."

Professor Snape glared at Old Dumbledore and said, "Some people just have too many thoughts and want to test everything!"

Dumbledore touched his little pointed hat and said, "Severus, it is very sad for you to say that to me."

Professor Snape turned and walked away, his black robes fluttering in the air.

"Okay, I don't have time to play the emotional card with you here. I'm going back to sleep."

Professor Snape left, and only Dumbledore and the other two were left on the field.

"I'm old and can't bear it any longer, so please clean up this place." Old Dumbledore winked at Professor McGonagall and the others.

".Okay, Principal."

(End of this chapter)