Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 142 The meaning of a good friend: Voluntarily letting his soul be extracted for Dylan's research
"Longbottom, Hawkwood, you two form a team."

Professor Snape walked past Dylan, said something casually, and walked aside.

Dylan nodded slightly and turned to look at Neville beside him: "Then we will..."

Neville had a sad face: "Should I duel with you?"

Dylan smiled and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid. I won't beat you like you're Irish."

But his words made Neville tremble again: "But..."

Before he could finish his words, almost everyone had been assigned by Professor Snape and Lockhart.

"I declare that the duel will begin immediately - but before that, please face your partner and maintain your gentlemanly and ladylike demeanor! Bow -"

Lockhart's voice rang out.

Dylan also placed his wand on his chest and bowed gracefully to Neville.

"Nothing but, Mr. Longbottom."

Neville swallowed and bowed to Dylan.

It wasn't that he thought Dylan was lying to him - after all, who would use black magic on a friend right away?
However, he was shocked by the brutality of Dylan's attack and the tragedy it caused.

——He has never seen Dylan really take action!
Too scary!

Neville was a bit timid by nature, but fortunately, after being Dylan's roommate for a year, he witnessed Dylan's style of being aggressive and talking nonsense, and he developed some inexplicable confidence.

But after what Dylan did just now, let alone him, which little wizard around would dare to team up with Dylan?

As soon as Dylan came down, his place was like a virus infection zone, and everyone else scattered in an instant.

Leaving only himself.

Ron even chose to team up with Seamus and didn't say he wanted to team up with Dylan.

"Children, raise your wands and prepare to duel!"

Lockhart's voice became full of energy again. It was obvious that the students followed his arrangements obediently, which made him regain some confidence.

"Next, do not use any offensive spells. I allow you to use Expelliarmus to disarm the wand of your opponent!"

"—You don't have my means to deal with evil and powerful enemies, so neither I nor Professor Snape want to see any accidents happen to you!"

“Three, two, one—!”

Swish swish!
In fact, Lockhart was not given the chance to finish the countdown. Many young wizards were trying to cast spells on others for the first time, and out of nervousness, they cast spells in advance.

Dylan was not in a hurry and let Neville cast the spell first.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red light quickly flew out and shot towards Dylan.

Dylan simply flicked the wand in his hand and broke Neville's spell.

"boom!"

Neville saw Dylan waving his wand, followed by a sudden loud noise. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he quickly closed his eyes.

But after waiting for a while, he found that nothing happened and opened his eyes.

At this moment, he noticed that Dylan was looking to the other side - Ron's hair was blown straight and there was a little black smoke coming out.

However, the explosion was not caused by Seamus, who was in the same group with him, but came from the wand in Ron's hand - obviously, there was something wrong with his wand again.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry to attack because I was afraid of being blown up by you..."

—whatever spell Seamus casts on him always sounds like an exploding curse.

Seamus was not affected by Ron's explosion. When he heard Ron apologize to him for blowing himself up, he couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Uh… n-never mind?"

Dylan chuckled, then turned to look at Neville, motioning with his lower hand to look in Hermione's direction.

Neville also looked sideways, and saw that Hermione wanted to use her wand to knock the wand out of her opponent's hand, but at this moment the opponent grabbed her wrist and fought with her back and forth, making it impossible for her to cast a spell.

It was obvious that Miss Know-It-All's opponent had cleverly realized what kind of duel would be more advantageous to him.

"Hey! How dare you take my wand?" Hermione shouted. "You have to use your wand to cast the spell!"

Her opponent ignored her and engaged Hermione in close combat.

"You see, there's nothing to be afraid of in a duel. It's just that you get hurt or your enemy gets hurt." Dylan turned around.

Neville: "..."

“If you give up on yourself because you are worried that your enemy will hurt you, then you will hurt yourself before your enemy hurts you.”

Neville was slightly stunned when he heard this, his expression gradually calmed down, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, he nodded: "I understand, Dylan, thank you for telling me that."

Seeing that Neville was quite reasonable, Dylan curled his lips and shrugged slightly: "It's nothing. You and Weasley are among the few friends I have in the academy."

Because Dylan needs to spend a lot of time every day studying, including doing research - whether it is physical research or spell research.

It takes up a lot of his energy.

Therefore, he almost always kept to himself.

Only his neighboring roommates, including the Weasleys, had a good relationship with him and could be called friends.

However, when I came to this world, whether before receiving the admission letter from Hogwarts or after entering the wizarding world.

In this life, Dylan actually thinks that he doesn't have much desire to make friends.

At most, he tried to establish a good relationship with Harry and the others so that he could use this as a basis to connect with Hagrid and get Hagrid to help him with things.

It's better to let Old Dumbledore do this for Harry's sake, so that if anything really happens to him in the future, he can show leniency to him.

He didn't want to waste too much energy making so-called friends with others.

For Dylan, having friends around can occasionally bring him warmth, but they cannot replace him in facing his soul.

With that kind of time, Dylan felt that he might as well study more magic.

After all, we came from a world without magic to a world of true magic.

——Even though this magical world is mostly idealistic magic, and it is a low-magic world.

But it did not prevent him from wanting to make further progress in magic!

Not to mention friends, even if Voldemort came, he couldn't stop him from studying!
But just because Dylan doesn't put in the effort and makes friends everywhere like the twins does not mean he doesn't need friends.

Most of the time, Dylan can enjoy the quietness of being alone and be at ease in his own world, but occasionally he still needs to find someone to talk to.

Although Dylan felt that he was already quite hardworking compared to his previous life - he had never been so diligent before, even when he was getting up early or working overtime.

But he believed that he was still a normal person, not like Voldemort, who would abandon everything and plunge into darkness in order to study spells and realize some ideas in his mind.

——Even Grindelwald needs emotional comfort.

Of course, Dylan would at most just find someone to chat with from time to time. He would not become Grindelwald, nor did he want to be like him.

Whether it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world, for him, there is no big conflict at all.

Grindelwald wanted to stop the development of Muggles and thus avoid bloody conflict between Muggles and wizards, which only shows that his idea was indeed great.

If this happened to Dylan...

He might wear the Ring of Shadows, crouch beside wizards and Muggles, watch the fights between the two end, beat each other half to death, then appear and silently wait for both to die, and then use their bodies and wealth to do some small research.

—Since they're all dead anyway, it's no problem for them to become the cornerstone of magical and technological advancement, right? Isn't it said that revolutionary fighters are like bricks, ready to be moved wherever they're needed?
The war has already started, how can there not be a revolution?

To round it off, whether they are Muggles or wizards, they should all be considered revolutionary fighters, right?

Then he moved the brick to his feet, and there seemed to be no problem.

Dylan easily helped Neville practice how to cast spells and attack opponents.

Professor Snape stood silently on the podium, while Lockhart kept walking among a group of students, chattering everywhere.

"Oh! My God! Calm down! Don't panic! Trust me, apply pressure to the wound and use the hemostatic charm. Use it yourself - I told you not to use other spells! So if you encounter any problems, I won't help you - this is a lesson!"

Although Lockhart stipulated that everyone could only use Expelliarmus, everyone except Hermione's group was still fighting fiercely and firmly following the order.

The other young wizards flicked their wands twice and couldn't help but use other spells they knew.

The result naturally resulted in some minor injuries.

But even with this tiny wound, Lockhart seemed to be on the verge of death.

As for Harry, he was assigned to Malfoy's group.

The duel between the two could be considered the most intense and interesting of the entire show - even evil curses were hurled.

However, even when Professor Snape was in the stands, he was standing next to Harry, Malfoy and the others. With him watching, nothing really bad happened.

After letting the student who needed to stop the bleeding use the hemostatic spell himself, Lockhart returned to the stage.

"I think I really should teach you seriously how to effectively prevent those bad magics from harming your bodies."

Lockhart originally wanted to ask Professor Snape or Dylan to come up, but he stopped himself before the words came to his lips.

"I hope there will be a pair of young wizards who will volunteer to come up and cooperate with me in the demonstration. I think Miss Granger and Miss Bulstrode are very suitable. You..."

Before Lockhart could finish his words, he was interrupted by Professor Snape.

His eyes fell on Harry at his feet, his eyes darkened, and then he raised a malicious smile.

"Why don't you let the ladies take the stage? Why not ask Potter and Malfoy to demonstrate with you."

Professor Snape's voice was icy, but Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it’s not the little wizard named Hawkwood, it’s fine.

"No problem!" Lockhart agreed immediately, waving at Harry and Malfoy, asking them to step onto the long stage. "Everyone, spread out a little. Be careful not to get hurt by mistake."

The little wizards around also kept their distance from the long platform.

Lockhart patted Harry's shoulder. "Watch this, when Draco points his wand at you—do this!"

While walking around just now, Lockhart used his sweet words to trick someone into giving him a robe, which he reluctantly wrapped around himself.

This also made him look less embarrassed than before.

But when he raised his arm, wand in hand, trying to cast a dazzling spell—

"pat"

The wand in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell onto the table.

Professor Snape looked down at the other person and quickly picked up the wand, the disgust in his eyes surging more intensely.

Harry hadn't had much time to chat with Dylan recently, but he had heard from Hermione Dylan's earlier opinions and comments about Lockhart.

Remembering that the other party had just been killed instantly by Dylan, he pursed his lips and said, "Professor, what are you doing?"

"Ahem, maybe I shouldn't have tried that powerful spell before coming here—it made my wand look too excited."

Lockhart smiled his standard smile: "Now, start right away, Harry, remember what I did just now!"

"What? You mean when you threw your wand to the ground just now?" Harry was stunned.

However, Lockhart acted as if he hadn't heard it. He waved his arm and announced the start of the duel on the spot.

Before Harry could react, Malfoy across from him quickly raised his wand and said, "Serpensortia!"

A burst of light erupted from the tip of his wand.

A black snake suddenly popped its head out from it, and then fell to the ground with a dull loud noise.

"sizzle"

The black snake raised its head and swam towards Harry.

Harry didn't expect Malfoy to summon a black snake. He looked at the black snake, was silent for a moment, then looked up again at Lockhart.

"Professor, you said you were going to demonstrate—so what am I supposed to do now?"

"I……"

As soon as Lockhart finished speaking, the black snake suddenly accelerated and rushed straight forward.

"professor?"

"You can't stop it? Then let me do it!"

Lockhart jumped out when he saw Harry standing there without any reaction.

He cast a spell at the black snake, but the spell failed and instead aroused the hostility of the black snake.

"Fizz!"

The black snake suddenly shot up from the ground, coiled its body, and wrapped around Lockhart's neck.

"Ahem! Wait, this isn't supposed to be like this! Ahem!"

The black snake wanted to extend its fangs and bite Lockhart.

Seeing this, Snape cursed the idiot in his heart, frowned slightly, and was about to deal with the black snake.

Harry moved closer to Lockhart, or rather, closer to the black snake, and spoke slowly, but the sound that came out was a strange hissing sound.

Not long ago, when Dylan went to the Forbidden Forest, he caught a snake and refined its soul. He was also able to understand the language of ordinary snakes.

Harry hissed, and he understood.

The black snake also understood. After looking at Harry, the snake head finally crawled down Lockhart's body.

"Well, although I can understand snake language after refining the snake soul, I can only communicate with snakes at best. However, Harry seems to be able to give snakes a certain degree of command - and these snakes will choose to obey?"

Dylan stroked his wand twice with his fingers.

"Harry's soul should be of great research value..."

By using the residual soul to steal the language and refine the soul of a species, one can understand the language of that species.

As Harry is a Parseltongue, if he is directly refined by him, can he inherit the Parseltongue ability?

"What a dangerous and bold idea."

Dylan came back to his senses and smiled secretly in his heart.

He just thought about this idea.

Using the Soul-Snatching Technique on a living person was something he was not very willing to do.

——Unless that person is killed by him with the killing curse.

After his death, he would naturally have no burden when drawing his soul back to life.

Of course, Harry was still his friend now, so how could he possibly use such an evil spell on his friend?
"But if I can later develop a counter-curse to the Unforgivable Curse, rendering it no longer unforgivable... then as a good friend, it would be reasonable for you to help me and voluntarily have your soul extracted so that your friend's research can progress, right?"

(End of this chapter)