Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 151: Old Deng's warning? What did he know?
"Dylan, have you heard? Malfoy and his minions are bullying others again."

After dinner, Neville walked beside Dylan.

—He's been following Dylan pretty much all the time lately.

As long as Dylan doesn't say that he needs to do something by himself, he will follow Dylan wherever he goes.

"Which college are you from?"

Dumbledore was temporarily expelled from school by old Malfoy, which led to Malfoy's recent behavior becoming more and more flamboyant.

It can almost be called unscrupulous.

But in the final analysis, he is just a little brat who has been taught badly. Even if he gets worse, he can't be that bad.

Even what Neville called "bullying" was actually just blocking someone and saying some harsh words.

For example--

"Hey! Hufflepuffs, working hard won't make up for your mediocrity! Besides, you'll be expelled soon!"

or--

"You Ravenclaw, do you think you're so great just because you're a little clever? Get out of the way! Or you'll be eaten by a monster!"

The most serious possibility is -

"You are a bunch of idiots who only rely on courage to act recklessly. In the next Quidditch match, you can expect to be spanked by us Slytherins!"

In Dylan's eyes, this level of "bullying" is just like children playing house, and he simply doesn't care about it.

The attack power is not even half of Professor Snape's, which sounds like a breeze.

——Of course, even Professor Snape's attack power was completely insignificant in his opinion.

So Malfoy's behavior is very much like a clumsy top student trying to learn how to bully other students.

——Malfoy's grades in various subjects are indeed good.

This is the truth.

"It was Hufflepuff. A student accidentally brushed against his robes when he was walking around the corner, and he caught him and bullied him for a long time." Neville smacked his lips.

"Oh, so what did Malfoy do? Like, did he use any spells? Or any curses?" Dylan asked casually.

Neville thought about it and shook his head: "That doesn't seem to be the case. I just heard that the Hufflepuff student was scolded by Malfoy and cried!"

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Children nowadays have very poor psychological endurance.

Think about the real bullying that happened in school in your previous life.

Dylan shook his head slightly.

"I'll go read a book when we get back to the dorm. You can stay in the dorm or do your own thing. I'll be in the suitcase anyway. Call me if you need anything."

Neville nodded repeatedly: "I'll stay in the dormitory and not go anywhere!"

Professor Sprout hadn't even asked Neville to help out in the greenhouse lately.

The atmosphere in the entire college became quite tense.

After every get out of class, if Dylan had nothing else to do, Neville would follow Dylan back to the dormitory.

It's not just Neville, most of the students do this.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick even asked the students not to run around Hogwarts every day, but to stay in the dormitory unless they were in class.

After Dumbledore was taken away with a transfer order, Dylan's after-school tutoring was also affected.

Except for Professor Snape, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick greatly postponed his after-school tutoring.

This has resulted in him having little time recently to verify some of his ideas with the two professors.

Or perhaps the two professors didn't have time to listen to him talk about magic.

Dylan didn't expect that little Tom would cause trouble if he wanted to. After all, he had sent Old Dumbledore away, and he didn't go to Old Dumbledore for advice.

As a result, it now affects his ability to seek special tutoring from Professor McGonagall and others, which makes him a little unhappy.

However, Dylan himself is usually extremely busy, which reduces the time for conversation with professors and instead gives him more time for reading.

So Dylan wasn't actually affected in any significant way, but
"When Karsus is scheduled to appear, I will make this little Tom feel what it means to have his butt broken!"

Just after returning to the dormitory, Neville went out to the bathroom, and Harry and Ron, who had returned earlier, came over.

"Dylan, we have a favor to ask of you." Harry whispered.

"What's going on?" Dylan looked up.

"Divination! We hope you can do some divination. Harry and I are planning to go to the Forbidden Forest to do something." Ron spoke quickly.

"Oh? You are going to the Forbidden Forest. Are you planning to ask me to tell your fortune?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.

"That's right. Will we encounter any danger? Or, will we be successful this time?" Harry frowned.

Dylan blinked, his eyes a little blank.

Speaking of the Forbidden Forest.

Although Dumbledore was transferred, he actually did not go to the Ministry of Magic at all.

The transfer order only suspended Dumbledore's duties, but did not specify what he would do next.

So, although Old Man Dumbledore is not in Hogwarts at this moment, he is still in the Forbidden Forest.

He even has more free time because he no longer has to manage the tedious affairs of the school!
Right now, Old Dumbledore might be practicing on some evil magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

He learns magic from successive headmasters in the office, and practices magic himself in the Forbidden Forest.

tsk~

This is to allow this wizard, who is arguably the most powerful wizard in the history of the magical world, to hone his skills to perfection!
"Lucius, that idiot, thought he was restricting Old Dumbledore, but he didn't realize he was forcing future wizards to stop saying 'Merlin, Lord' and instead say 'Old Dumbledore, Lord'."

Dylan never went to the Forbidden Forest again after Hagrid was taken away.

He didn't want Old Dumbledore to find any trace of him in the Forbidden Forest.

——Whether it’s Norbeta or his affair with the unicorn.

These are all things Dylan doesn't want Old Deng to know.

As for what Old Dumbledore would do in the Forbidden Forest during this period, and whether he would practice with those magical creatures, that was none of Dylan's business.

"Dylan, did you divine anything?"

Harry and Ron looked at Dylan's dull and blank eyes and thought he was already doing divination.

After waiting for a long time, Dylan didn't move, and their expressions became nervous.

Dylan: What does this mean?
Could it be that they will encounter something terrifying on this trip?

Dylan sucked in the corner of his mouth, blinked his eyelashes, came back to his senses, and then laughed.

"Don't worry, you won't encounter any danger this time—except be careful of spiders."

"spider?"

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the first half of Dylan's speech.

However, the second half made them feel excited again.

"You mean..." Harry opened his mouth.

Dylan nodded. "Yes, it was Hagrid who raised it. Oh no, it was the giant eight-eyed spider that continued to reproduce in the Forbidden Forest."

Hearing this, Ron's face turned pale.

The eight-eyed giant spider can scare people to death just by looking at its appearance!
They actually encountered them again when they went to the Forbidden Forest this time?

Oh my god!
Could it be that he was mistaken for prey and eaten by those terrifying spiders?!
Harry looked at Ron's frightened face, pursed his lips, and said with a rolling throat, "How about I go alone? You just stay in the dormitory, Ron."

"That won't do! We already agreed to go together! I won't let you face those evil and disgusting long-legged monsters alone!"

Although Ron was worried about tonight's operation, he had no intention of not going with Harry.

How could a Gryffindor abandon his friends out of fear?
Seeing Ron looking like he was ready to sacrifice himself, Dylan smiled slightly.

"Don't worry. I predict that you won't be in any real danger. As long as you can overcome your fear, those spiders are just little cuties."

Not only can the corpse grow obsidian flowers for him, but the venom and some organs can also serve as magical materials. He can use them himself or exchange them for Galleons.

Isn’t this cute?
So cute!
"Oh my God, Dylan, what are you talking about?" Ron looked at Dylan in shock.

It was the first time he felt that Dylan seemed a little... scary?
Who can say the word "cute" to an acromantula?

It's crazy!

Dylan shrugged. "Okay, I have to get busy. You guys can leave in the evening. Remember not to mention my name in the Forbidden Forest."

"Why?" Harry was puzzled.

"Could it be that your name can summon those spiders?" Ron's face turned pale, the corners of his mouth turned down, and his expression was quite interesting.

"Who knows."

Dylan looked at Ron deeply, until the latter was about to cry, then he opened his suitcase and got in.

"See you tomorrow~ I hope to hear good news from you~"

After Dylan left, Ron felt that his energy and spirit had been drained away by Dylan as well.

"Harry," he said weakly.

Harry scratched his head. "I think Dylan is trying to scare you. You know, everyone loves to scare you."

Ron buried his head in his pillow: "This is really going to scare me to death!"

Dylan was busy until late at night before he finally emerged from the suitcase.

His parents sent him another sum of money these two days.

It wasn't much, just a few hundred thousand pounds, and Dylan hadn't had the time to go to Gringotts to exchange the money.

But he still had some Galleons in his hand. Dylan used some of them to expand the space of the suitcase, and some of them to unlock some new functions of the suitcase, further improving its capabilities.

When he came out, Harry and the others were no longer there. They must have left.

He ignored the two of them. He had just transformed into a Norwegian Spinosaurus and flew for a long time, which consumed a lot of his energy.

He practiced spells for a while, picked some obsidian flowers, and studied the obsidian recovery potion.

Both physically and mentally, I feel exhausted.

After casting a cleansing spell on himself, Dylan climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Recently, as the space in the pet space suitcase has gradually expanded, there are still some creatures in it, although not many.

Coal Ball and Norbeta had a lot of fun playing in there every day without any worries. Dylan no longer took Coal Ball out and insisted on holding it while sleeping.

Just let them play freely in the space.

When I woke up, Harry and the others had returned.

Probably because they hadn't slept the whole night, they were both energized when they saw Dylan wake up.

Ron sat up from the wet pillow and looked at Dylan crying, but his voice was very low.

"Dylan, I almost died there yesterday, becoming food for those spiders!"

Harry didn't sleep either. He leaned against the headboard and sighed: "Yesterday we encountered at least two hundred Acromantulas -"

"Hundreds of them! Each one is fifteen feet tall!" Ron said, raising his voice slightly. "And when they see me, they act like I've murdered their entire family! Every one of them is going crazy trying to eat me!"

But Neville and the others were still sleeping, and although Ron wanted to vent, he still controlled his voice.

Dylan glanced at his soaked pillow and curled his lips slightly.

Are you crying because you were scared?

Dylan smacked his lips and said softly, as if coaxing a child, "Maybe you just look hungry?"

Ron: "."

Dylan cast a silencing spell on Neville and Seamus's bedside to ensure that their conversation would not wake them up, and then continued: "Okay, aren't you all okay now? I told you that you would definitely return safely."

Harry nodded. "Dylan is right. Although the process was a bit shocking, the result was good. We were not eaten by spiders, and we were not injured."

"Who said that?" Ron waited until Dylan cast the spell before finally raising his voice. "Now, every time I hear the word 'spider' I shudder. My heart must have been seriously hurt!"

This little word is really cool.

He chuckled and said, "I know a way to resolve the pain in your heart. Do you want to try it?"

Ron was stunned for a moment, then he perked up a little and looked at Dylan with a hint of anticipation.

But he immediately realized that Dylan had a smirk on his face and felt that he must be unable to say anything good, so he quickly waved his hands.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll adapt to it. I guess it will be fine after I get used to it."

Ron sniffed, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, and lay back on the bed.

Dylan had originally wanted to say something, but Ron had actually learned his lesson and didn't listen.

Seeing him like this, it was not appropriate to continue talking, so I could only swallow my words back with regret.

Shrugging, Dylan said, "You took such a big risk yesterday. Did you get any useful information?"

Harry nodded, but before he could say anything, Ron's voice rang out again.

"Of course! Hagrid raised him!"

Ron was halfway through his words when a stream of snot suddenly spurted out of his nostrils. His eyes bulged and he quickly reached out to catch it, then frantically reached for toilet paper.

"Hagrid's son? That's not insulting, is it?"

Dylan blinked, flicked his wand, cleaned Ron's snot, and used the Vanishing Charm to make the yellow stuff disappear.

"Of course not!" Ron covered his nose, his originally pale face turned red again, and his expression was embarrassed.

It took Harry a long time to hold back his laughter.

He looked at Dylan with admiration, completely unaware of how Dylan could remain so serious after what Ron had just done.

"Ahem! What Ron wants to talk about is the giant eight-eyed spider that Hagrid raised. It's called Aragog. It told us that Hagrid was not the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago!"

Harry said seriously, "Fifty years ago, a girl died. Ron and I suspect that girl might be Myrtle in the bathroom on the second floor!"

"It's a bold guess. Go and verify it." Dylan nodded. "Anything else?"

Harry paused, raised his eyes slightly, looked at Dylan, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Aragog also said that the reason those Acromantulas went so crazy when they saw us was because someone had been hunting them in the Forbidden Forest some time ago."

"This has caused many Acromantulas to become angry when they see humans."

Dylan raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged, only slightly surprised. "Someone is actually hunting Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest? This is illegal!"

Seeing Dylan's expression normal, Harry paused again. "That person wasn't you, was it, Dylan? Aragog said that person also possessed a fairly proficient grasp of the Unforgivable Curses!"

Ron stopped crying now, and laid his head on the pillow, looking at Dylan.

Dylan looked puzzled. "Why would you have such an idea? I'm usually so busy, how could I have the time to do something like this? Besides, how could I possibly master the Unforgivable Curses?"

Harry pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment before he said, "Professor Dumbledore called me to his office before. He told me that you might be dangerous and asked me to keep an eye on you."

Dylan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why did Headmaster Dumbledore say that?"

Harry opened his mouth: "I don't know, maybe it's because you learn magic too fast?"

Dylan stared at Harry for a moment, making him feel uncomfortable, then suddenly smiled. "Thank you for telling me this, but I have to tell you, I'm not dangerous at all. The headmaster is probably afraid that if you mess with me, I'll slap you half to death."

"Furthermore, only those who hunt Acromantulas would use the Unforgivable Curses. This is a problem. Where can I learn the Unforgivable Curses? They are not found in the Restricted Section. Those evil spells are not recorded in those ancient tomes."

Dylan's words were ambiguous. He neither said that he did not master the Unforgivable Curses nor that he was not the one who hunted those giant acromantulas.

What he said was absolutely true.

But to Harry, he thought it was Dylan explaining to him that he couldn't be the one who mastered the Unforgivable Curses and hunted the Acromantula.

And Harry also agreed with Dylan's statement.

Yes, Professor Dumbledore had told him that the Unforgivable Curses were extremely terrifying magic, and anyone who mastered them would inevitably have a twisted mind.

But look at Dylan again.

——Although he does have a bit of a poisonous tongue normally.

But this has nothing to do with mental distortion, right?
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew that person couldn't be yours, but who could it be? Someone is using the Unforgivable Curse to hunt creatures in the Forbidden Forest, right next to Hogwarts!"

Ron then spoke up, "I told you, that man must be the Heir of Slytherin! He released the monster and attacked Hermione. It's normal for such an evil guy to know the Unforgivable Curses!"

Harry nodded. "That might be the case, but we can't tell Professor Dumbledore about this. Perhaps we should tell Professor McGonagall?"

Dylan shook his head. "Headmaster Dumbledore is probably staying in the Forbidden Forest right now. I don't think that man will make another move. Or rather, he won't continue to attack the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest."

"So you should think about how to catch the heir in Hogwarts."

Harry nodded slightly again.

Dylan got up, said hello to the two of them, and left the dormitory.

Harry looked at Dylan's departing back, then lay back on the bed. He tightened the thing in his hand and put it under the pillow again.

After going out.

Dylan walked on the way to the owlery, his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

Is Old Deng starting to doubt him?

It was because of Quirrell, who was suspected of possessing dark magic and was the one who attacked Voldemort and Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.

Or are you still doubting that he is the heir of Slytherin?
Or are you doubting his identity as a trumpeter?
Dylan walked slowly, wondering what Old Dumbledore suspected him of.

She actually told Harry in person to be careful of him?

"Or maybe Old Dumbledore said this to Harry on purpose because he knew that with Harry's personality, it would be difficult for him to keep these words in his heart for a long time, so he wanted to use Harry's mouth to tell me these things?"

Dylan stroked his chin, went to the owlery, and fed Luna some finely packed meat sticks.

After teasing it for a while, Dylan came to the restaurant and started eating his breakfast.

"Last time I looked into the Mirror of Erised, my desires seemed simple enough, and I wasn't afraid of Old Dumbledore seeing anything."

Dylan pondered this as he scooped spoonful after spoonful of seafood cream soup into his mouth.

"It seems that I still have to go to Old Man Dumbledore's office next time. I heard from Professor Snape that Old Man Dumbledore stuffed the mirror back into his own office."

Once he showed his face in front of Old Dumbledore and looked at himself in the Mirror of Erised, Old Dumbledore would be able to rest assured when he saw that he could not see any desires.

——Dylan doesn't want Old Deng to target him.

"By the way, is Quirrell dead now? Voldemort was originally parasitic on him, and the two were one. After Voldemort left, Quirrell should not continue to live."

Through the parasitic possession spell he mastered, although Dylan had not tried the specific situation of parasitism, he also knew a lot about parasitism.

Especially Voldemort's parasitism, which is even more cruel and dark than his spells.

It almost ignored the life or death of the parasitic host and pushed its way in forcefully.

In this way, even if the two merge, when the parasite leaves, it will inevitably take away most of the parasite's vitality.

So even if Old Dumbledore and the others finally took Quirrell away, he shouldn't be alive now.

Therefore, Dylan was not afraid that someone would find out about him through Quirrell. Then why did old Dumbledore use Harry's mouth to find out about him?
What does he know?
Dylan frowned slightly.

"I don't know if Lily's magic will rebound if I use a spell on Harry?" Dylan's eyes moved slightly.

(End of this chapter)