Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 147: Little Tom, does this Great Killing Curse work? Hmm? Does it work?

After Professor Snape's birthday.

Dylan clearly felt that in class, Professor Snape's attitude towards the Gryffindor students had become much softer.

For example, when Professor Snape scolded Ron, he would say that he was stupider than a troll.

Lately, he's only scolded Ron for being as reckless as a headless ghost when he sees him make a mistake.

This is so soft to the extreme!
Even Ron himself found it incredible.

Another day, after school.

Dylan went to Professor Flitwick's office as usual to make up for his lessons.

When I returned to the dormitory that night, I didn't see Harry and the others.

It was almost curfew when Harry and Ron returned with serious expressions.

Seeing their unhappy expressions, Dylan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "What happened?"

The two looked at each other, then looked at Seamus and Neville who were already lying on the bed, and sneaked up to Dylan.

She lifted her butt and was about to sit on Dylan's bed.

"Wait a minute!"

Dylan's eyes widened.

"You're sitting on my blanket with your coats on? Can't you see the mud on your robes?"

"Ah, sorry."

Harry awkwardly froze his half-raised butt in the air, then quickly lifted it up again.

“Scourgify!”

After Harry cleaned the mud off himself and Ron with his wand, he stood beside Dylan's bed and did not sit down again.

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Why are you still standing there? Sit over here."

He patted the bed beside him, then moved to make room.

"Moo?"

At this time, Meiqiu's head popped out from under his quilt.

Dylan scratched Coal's chin and brought it closer to him, while watching Harry and Ron sit down awkwardly.

"What happened?"

Harry frowned and sighed: "It's Hermione, she was also attacked by a monster tonight!"

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that's bad."

(.)
Ron and Harry were both stunned when they heard Dylan's tone, which didn't seem very nervous.

"Yes, it's terrible." Harry opened his mouth, "If we hadn't discovered her in advance, Hermione might have been eaten by that monster!"

Ron couldn't help but ask, "Dylan, do you still have any Mandrake recovery potions? Hermione is lying in the school infirmary right now!"

Dylan pursed his lips and shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I've already donated all the Mandrake recovery potions I had. One bottle saved Mrs. Norris, and one saved Harry's little fanboy. I really don't have any more."

Ron's expression darkened.

Harry's face didn't look good either.

"I don't think you need to worry about this. Before Christmas, Neville and I went to the greenhouse to see that the mandrakes were growing very well. I think they will be mature soon."

Dylan tilted his head slightly. "Once the mandrakes are mature, Professor Snape will naturally brew a mandrake recovery potion—he's bound to be faster than me in brewing potions."

Harry nodded helplessly: "It seems that this is the only way."

Ron's brows were furrowed, but he remained silent.

At this moment, Harry glanced secretly at Seamus and the others.

Neither Neville nor Seamus paid much attention to this side.

Harry lowered his voice again and took out a notebook from his bag.

"Because everyone who has been hurt recently seems to be related to the same place, Ron and I wanted to go and take a look."

"Then we found this notebook in the women's bathroom on the second floor... the bathroom that became famous because of Malfoy last time."

Dylan looked at the notebook in Harry's hand and narrowed his eyes.

"But what's strange is that, apart from the first page, where I can make out a name written in illegible ink, the rest of the notebook is blank."

Harry handed the notebook to Dylan.

Dylan took it calmly.

"Hermione went to the library to look up information about the owner of this book. She might have discovered something and wanted to investigate, but she was attacked!"

Harry explained quietly to Dylan.

Ron nodded beside him. "When we found Hermione, she had a mirror and a piece of paper in her hand. The paper contained some information - the monster in the Chamber of Secrets seemed to be... a basilisk!"

Harry also spoke up, "And the owner of this book, Tom Riddle, received a special contribution award fifty years ago."

"Hermione was in trouble a lot just now, and many professors have gone there. I took the opportunity to ask Professor Binns. Fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened! And someone died at that time!"

Ron nodded repeatedly. "We think this book should be a diary. Maybe it records things from fifty years ago."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "But there's nothing in this notebook except a crappy name!"

"We've tried everything from the Revealing Charm to erasers that can remove invisible ink, and nothing works!" Harry added.

"Dylan, don't you know how to tell fortunes? Can you tell something about this book?" Ron asked anxiously.

Dylan stroked the diary in his hand and blinked. "You know, divination is not an easy task, so I think I might have to spend some time trying it."

"But if you want a quick result, I can predict whether that monster, including the Slytherin heir, will have a significant impact on Hogwarts."

"Is this still possible? That's great! Dylan, do you want to make any preparations?" Ron widened his eyes excitedly.

Dylan fumbled around in the bedside cabinet for a while, then took out a crystal ball and placed it on the bed.

Coal Ball curiously leaned towards the crystal ball, but was pushed back by Dylan.

"It does not need."

Dylan held one hand above the crystal ball. His already slender fingers were slightly bent, and he held the crystal ball with his palm and began to turn it gently.

A mist gradually filled the crystal ball.

Harry and Ron sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the crystal ball without blinking, trying to make out something from the hazy mist.

However, there was nothing but fog, and they could not see anything clearly.

But when the two of them looked up, they saw Dylan's face full of concentration, his eyes fixed on the inside of the crystal ball, as if he saw something in it. They didn't dare to say anything and could only sit there in a daze.

After a while, Dylan's movements gradually stopped and his eyes closed slightly.

Harry opened his eyes and asked expectantly, "How is it?"

Dylan's light voice came: "I saw a few shadows."

"Shadow?" Harry and Ron were stunned again.

"Could it be the monster's shadow?" Harry demanded.

"No, I just saw a few shadows killing each other, and in the end, Hogwarts was still safe." Dylan shook his head slowly, opened his eyes, and threw the crystal ball back into the bedside table.

——In fact, he hadn't done any divination at all.

He just wanted to give it a try and deliberately told Harry and the others a more profound prophecy.

It depends on whether he will achieve something when the final prophecy comes true.

"Well, it's getting late. I think you should go to bed, and so should I."

Dylan held the diary in his hand and looked at Harry and Ron.

After learning from Dylan that nothing would happen at Hogwarts, the two of them felt a little relieved, but they still stood up nervously.

——For such a big thing, it is still unknown whether Dylan’s divination is effective and accurate.

But there is no other way. All they can do now is sleep.

After they left, Dylan ignored Harry and the others and tried to put the diary into his inventory.

No success.

Dylan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then you can feel your big butt."

Dylan put the diary aside and then picked up Coal.

"Sleep on this."

Coal Ball glanced at Dylan sideways, then looked at the diary.

Dylan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it won't hurt your butt."

Coal Ball:?
However, although it didn't understand its owner's request, it still moved its butt obediently.

"Piaji" and sat on it.

Then he adjusted his posture so that his head could rest on his owner's pillow. After feeling much more comfortable, he closed his eyes.

Dylan also lay down and fell asleep.

Wait until late at night.

Dylan, who had been resting for a while, slowly opened his eyes.

He was going to the Forbidden Forest today to spit out the mandrake leaves in his mouth.

He had been holding the damn leaf in his mouth for a whole month.

Dylan even felt that it was about to melt and had turned into a mushy state.

Letting Coal Ball continue to sit and read the diary, Dylan turned his head to glance at Harry and the others who were already fast asleep, and then disappeared in a flash.

The power of Shadow Demon Realm plus Coal Ball.

He can even transform into a ghost that cannot be seen.

He simply ignored the walls and doors of Hogwarts and passed through.

Arrived at the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

Due to the variable of the diary, Dylan originally planned to hunt some eight-eyed giant spiders on the way tonight, and then look for the unicorn to see if he could get some fur.

But for now, Dylan planned to rush back directly after taking care of the Animagus's prerequisite preparations.

——To prevent the diary from causing any trouble under his nose.

"I didn't expect that I would send Karsus out to take care of Little Tom if he started causing trouble, but now this guy has come to me on his own."

Don't blame Dylan for figuring out what this diary is all about.

Dylan knew that little Tom couldn't get out of the diary yet.

Previously, he was able to control the basilisk with the help of Ginny's hand, and it was because Ginny kept communicating with Tom in the diary that he was able to gradually appear.

Even in the original book, after Harry picked up the diary, he continued to communicate with it and stimulated the dark magic in it, which allowed Tom to fully appear in the Chamber of Secrets.

But now, there is a soul fragment that cannot be taken out of the diary.

Even if he has the ability to perceive the outside world, it is limited to communicating with people who come into contact with the diary, and he can gradually use black magic to control people who use the diary.

So Dylan is not afraid at all, now that he has the diary in his hands and does some research on it, he will make Tom realize that he is the one who is proficient in the dark arts.

Not to mention the considerable number of full-level soul-related spells that Dylan now possesses.

Even if Voldemort were to be resurrected, he would not be afraid if it only involved fighting with top-level dark magic.

Not to mention the tiny fragments that were split off from a soul.

Besides being able to control the basilisk, what other waves can it create?
Entering the forbidden forest, Dylan did not go any deeper.

Looking up at the sky, the entire night sky was incredibly clear, without a single cloud in sight.

The clear moonlight poured down unobstructed, coating the forbidden forest with a layer of silver-white glow.

Farther away, the trees in the Forbidden Forest were dimly visible, their branches swaying gently in the breeze.

Take a deep breath and you can smell the unique dampness and fragrance of grass in the forest.

Dylan stood still and took out a small crystal bottle from his inventory - it contained his saliva.

Dylan held the bottle, not daring to let it get too close to him.

——Who dares to smell this?

Then he took out the mandrake leaf pressed under his tongue - the leaf was wet, Dylan rolled it slightly, and then stuffed it into the bottle.

Dylan blinked at the stringy saliva.

——Fortunately, these things are his, so Dylan won’t be too disgusted.

The crystal bottle shimmered in the moonlight, its outline reflecting the shadows of the surrounding trees.

The place where he stood now could perfectly reflect and welcome the moonlight in the sky.

Dylan raised his hand, ran two fingers through his hair, accurately pinched a hair, and with a little force, pulled it out.

He held the hair up to his eyes and put it into the crystal bottle as well.

After completing this step, Dylan took out a silver spoon with a teaspoon of dew in it.

——This was prepared by Dylan in advance, taken from a place that had not seen the sun for seven days and where no one had set foot.

Pouring the dew into the crystal bottle, Dylan took out a ghost-faced moth pupa and placed it in front of his eyes.

In the moonlight, the ghost-faced moth pupa glowed with a faint green light, and there were some subtle textures on the surface.

Dylan just looked at it for a moment and then stuffed it into the bottle.

After mixing all the ingredients into the crystal bottle, Dylan smiled and said, "Now we just have to wait for the storm to come."

The bottle in his hand only contained some mixed liquid made from various ingredients, not a real potion.

Holding the bottle, Dylan turned it around a few times in the moonlight, then walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Finding an ancient tree, Dylan buried the bottle of mixture beneath the tree.

Since he met Hagrid almost every once in a while, the many meetings gave him a general understanding of Hagrid's patrol route.

And Dylan also reminded Hagrid not to get close to here recently.

So Dylan was basically able to make sure that before a storm came.

This place is not exposed to sunlight and can always remain dark, and no one passes by, so it is no longer quiet.

Combining what I read in the book and what I learned from Professor McGonagall, the steps of how to practice Animagus are actually not that complicated.

It’s just four steps.

First, hold the Mandrake leaf in your mouth.

A complete lunar cycle from one full moon to the next full moon.

Dylan must keep a mandrake leaf in his mouth at all times and cannot swallow or remove it, otherwise he will have to start over.

——Just like last time.

The second step is to make the mixture.

When the second full moon comes, place the saliva-soaked leaves in a small crystal bottle and let it receive the pure moonlight.

Then add a strand of your own hair, a silver spoon of dew collected from a place where no one has set foot and where the sun has not reached for seven days, and a pupa of a ghost-faced moth to the bottle.

Then place the bottle of mixture in a quiet, dark place until the next thunderstorm.

Storms are not a common weather phenomenon.

When will the next storm come?
This is impossible to say.

So there's luck involved.

With any luck, a natural storm will arrive soon.

If you're unlucky, this process might take weeks, months, or even years. However, the climate here in Britain is pretty good, with one or two, or even several, storms coming every year.

Dylan wasn't worried that this would prevent him from completing Animagus for a long time.

The third step, which is what Dylan will do next, is to chant the spell while waiting.

The fourth step is to complete the transformation.

After doing all this, Dylan returned to the dormitory. Coal Ball narrowed his eyes, but when he saw it was Dylan, his eyelids drooped again. He lay on Tom's notebook and continued to sleep soundly.

"This little heartless guy."

Dylan's mouth twitched.

Before, no matter where he went, Meigu wanted to follow him.

As a result, after playing with Norbeta for a long time and having other friends, he not only doesn’t want to sleep with me in his arms, but his attitude towards me is not as intimate as it was at the beginning!

Isn’t it afraid of running out late at night and encountering danger?

Dylan hummed softly and lay back down on the bed.

sleep!

But he didn't sleep for long.

Before sunrise, he got up again.

Then he placed the tip of the wand over his heart and chanted -

"Amato Animo Animato Animaus!"

After reciting the spell, Dylan looked up at the sunrise outside the window.

Sunrise is just a moment.

In an instant, it was as if a super-large fluorescent flashing spell illuminated the whole world.

The castle of Hogwarts was shrouded in golden light, and the ancient towers and spires were plated with gold.

Looking at the forbidden forest in the distance, although the weather was still cold, it made the morning mist even more hazy, slowly floating in the forest, and then gradually becoming clearer in the sunlight.

The branches and leaves swayed gently in the wind, and the mist slowly dissipated.

The sky is soft, and the orange-red morning glow spreads freely, blending with the light blue background, bringing a warm breath and dispelling the last darkness.

Dylan let out a breath.

——Witnessing the sunrise every day is also one of the pleasures of his hard study.

As the sun set, Dylan chanted the spell again.

After dinner, Dylan did not go to the library to read, but went into his suitcase and looked at Tom's diary among the cockroaches.

——This is a real cockroach pile.

After thinking about it for a day, Dylan decided that since the diary was now in his hands.

Even if he doesn't take it for himself now, he will still have to give it to Harry later so that he can continue to fight Voldemort.

In the end, he took advantage of the situation by posing as Karsus and took the Horcrux and the basilisk away with him.

But this doesn't mean that he can't do some small experiments with this diary now.

First, use the Imperius Curse to control the diary.

——Before this, Dylan always used the Shadow Ring to maintain his invisibility.

Then, making sure that the diary was completely under his control, Dylan raised his wand again, pointing the tip at the diary.

"Avada Kedavra!"

biubiubiubiubiu——

In an instant, fifty rays of pale green light shot out from the tip of Dylan's wand, and hit the diary like a rainstorm.

"——!!!"

The next moment, the diary that had been crawling on the surface of countless cockroaches seemed to be burned by flames.

The diary became charred under the spell, and the corners seemed to be curled up.

Although the notebook didn't make any sound, Dylan felt a sharp scream in his ears.

"What a powerful Horcrux."

After fifty Avadas ate the big melon, there were only some changes in the diary, but it did not go any further and show what Dylan wanted to see.

The Horcrux itself does not have life in the traditional sense. It does not have independent consciousness, emotions, growth, reproduction and other life characteristics. It is just a container for soul fragments.

It has never lived, because it has no life, but it is not a dead object either, because it carries fragments of the soul, which makes it different from ordinary objects.

Since it is not a living thing, it will naturally not be killed by the killing curse.

Even though Dylan used dozens of Avada Kedavra on it in succession, it only made it weaker.

"This is absolutely the ultimate weapon for completing intensive tasks!"

Dylan stroked his chin and looked at the charred diary.

Curses like the Killing Curse and the Cruciatus Curse cannot have any real impact on the diary.

Under the power of black magic, the power of the diary will only be eroded step by step.

However, a Horcrux is still a Horcrux after all. No matter how weak it is, it can become the soul anchor left by the owner of the Horcrux in this world.

Even if the master encounters a fatal blow, he will not actually die.

It will only force them into a state of neither life nor death, and eventually allow them to continue staying in this world.

Moreover, the Horcrux itself is directly immune to ordinary magic and physical attacks, and also has a certain self-repair ability.

Even if a basilisk's poisonous fangs pierce a Horcrux, if it does not cause further damage and completely destroys the Horcrux, the resulting wound will slowly heal over time.

Just like in the plot, if Harry hadn't repeatedly damaged the diary with his fangs, the Horcrux would most likely have been restored to its original state one day.

In addition, the dark magic used to create Horcruxes also gave them an extremely powerful protection mechanism. Only a truly extremely powerful force could completely destroy a Horcrux.

For example, the sword of Gryffindor, or the dark Fiendfyre.

Powers like Avada Kedavra and even the Shadowless Divine Strike can only cause damage to Horcruxes. However, no matter how much damage they cause, it will be useless if they cannot kill the horcrux.

"Although from my recent battles with Fuzi, he seemed as weak as a rookie. However, even though he had independently crafted six Horcruxes, due to his limited understanding of death and the soul, he believed that these Horcruxes were enough to allow him to transcend death. He completely failed to realize that even with Horcruxes, they could be completely destroyed."

Then when Voldemort's first Horcrux was destroyed, he would naturally realize the importance of his subsequent Horcruxes.

Dylan didn't want to spend too much energy and troublesomely find those Horcruxes one by one.

For him, instead of searching for them subjectively, it would be better to let the Horcruxes jump to his face.

This is also one of the reasons why he doesn't want to interfere with Harry's growth.

Children will eventually grow up, and it is their own choice what path to take.

After all, the fight between Voldemort and Harry had no effect on him, and he was even able to gain some benefits from it.

What's wrong with that?
In addition, according to the setting, a person's soul can be divided into seven parts at most, that is to say, a person can make a maximum of six Horcruxes, and together with the main body of his own soul, there are a total of seven parts.

But in an idealistic world, if Voldemort's retreat is completely cut off, will he suddenly explode and tear his soul into one hundred or two hundred pieces?

Even if in the end one's soul becomes extremely unstable and twisted.

He couldn't even control his own behavior and completely lost his mind.

Although for Voldemort, who pursues absolute power and control, losing himself may be unacceptable to him, but...

All of my self is about to be lost, so why should I care about anything else?
Dylan has never split his soul, and he doesn't know what the state will be like after splitting his soul, especially whether it is possible to split further after several splits.

——These contents, even the soul encyclopedia he found in the forbidden area, did not have any specific description.

At most, it's just some vague speculation.

Therefore, Dylan could not guarantee the extent to which Voldemort, who had in-depth research on dark magic, could achieve.

Moreover, Voldemort is a man with no bottom line.

The cost of making a Horcrux was almost nothing to Voldemort.

It was just an innocent soul that died tragically, and Voldemort couldn't find much.

Use a soul and any object - even a ball of dung pushed by a dung beetle.

Voldemort was able to create a new Horcrux.

At that time, as long as there is one Horcrux outside, we have to consider whether Voldemort will have more Horcruxes leaked out.

Dylan just wanted to read quietly, listen to the professor's lectures quietly, and cast all kinds of vicious black magic on various experimental subjects quietly.

I don't want to get involved in Voldemort's troubles.

——Does he have to replace Harry and chase Voldemort every day?
How could he have so much free time to play hide-and-seek with Xiao Fuzi?
Therefore, in the first grade, Dylan didn't even participate in Harry and his friends' actions.

Only at the end did he want to pick some peaches - but Old Deng was at home, so he couldn't even pick the peaches.

The unfortunate experience made Dylan even more reluctant to get involved in Harry's "exciting adventures".

It's useless!

It's not like now, when it's up to Harry to deal with Voldemort.

Voldemort would also try to prove his strength, try to save his face, and try to witness it to the world.

——He is the one who can rule the whole world!

The last time he failed, it was because he was careless and didn't dodge!
Even for this reason, Voldemort would not make any additional and redundant preparations when dealing with the so-called fable where only one of him and the savior could survive.

—That would diminish his prestige in everyone’s eyes.

Dylan cast a lot of magic on the diary.

It's basically some black magic.

I have to say, this diary is quite durable.

He was forced to take it all.

And Dylan also verified some things.

After doing all this, he killed most of the cockroaches in the cockroach circle and used their vitality to fill the gaps in the diary.

In the end, the diary looked just as it had when Harry had given it to him.

Wearing gloves, Dylan took the diary out of the pile of cockroaches, held it in his hands, thought about it, and before returning it to Harry, Dylan had another question to ask Tom.

He raised his wand, and a sharp, invisible light flickered at the tip of the wand.

Dylan wrote it down stroke by stroke.

"Will you refrain from killing women and children?"

In an instant, a pungent burning smell spread.

Then, beneath the scratch, a line of words remained silent for a moment before finally emerging with difficulty.

"I won't."

The handwriting is crooked. What kind of pain is it to endure like this?

Dylan raised an eyebrow and wrote with his wand again, "Really?"

There was another moment of silence.

The handwriting appeared again with difficulty.

"But your wife is not a child, and your son is not a woman."

——These are the words that appeared under the control of Dylan's Imperius Curse.

After getting the answer, Dylan suddenly felt a little bored.

It's so boring to ask yourself this kind of hellish joke.

——I’d better wait until I actually meet Voldemort next time to ask him.

Shaking his head, he killed hundreds of spiders in the spider pile and replenished their vitality into the diary. Dylan took it and exited the suitcase space.

As the night passed, dark clouds began to gather.

After waking up, looking at the sky, Dylan first finished reciting the Animagus spell and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm so lucky, the storm is coming right after I buried the mixture?"

Dylan was a little surprised.

Fortunately, he didn't make any mistakes when making the mixture, which would cause everything to have to be started over again.

Otherwise, if you miss this storm, you don’t know when you will have to wait for the next one.

until evening.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared.

Heavy rain fell.

Dylan had already been guarding the crystal bottle he had buried.

When the rainstorm came, Dylan took out the crystal bottle again.

At this moment, the original mixture inside has turned into a blood-red potion.

The portion is not large and you can probably finish it in one bite.

Dylan's face lit up with joy, and he hurried back to the dormitory with the potion in his hand.

There was no one in the dormitory at this time, and he didn't say hello to anyone. He went straight into the space of his suitcase.

He pointed his wand at his heart.

Recite in mouth.

"thump"

When the sound of my heartbeat came from my body.

Dylan immediately unscrewed the stopper of the crystal bottle, tilted his neck back, and drank the potion in one gulp.

Suddenly, Dylan felt a faint but clear heartbeat in his ears - it was the sound of a second heartbeat!
The rhythm of this heartbeat is different from his own heartbeat, as if it comes from another mysterious life.

Moreover, this feeling is becoming more and more intense.

No, it's not a feeling anymore.

The sound of the powerful heartbeat intertwined with Dylan's initial heartbeat.

The line between the two heartbeats began to blur, and the sound became louder and louder, almost hurting Dylan's eardrums!

"Dong dong!"

"Boom--!"

It was like a thunderclap exploding inside my body, and my heartbeat reached its most shocking point!
At this moment, Dylan's body began to change.

His skin was covered with fine scales, each one glowing with a faint green light!
Dylan's eyes widened when he saw this.

"Scales? This is..."

The next moment, Dylan felt a creature suddenly appear in his mind.

He took a closer look and was stunned.

"I'm actually——"