Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 159 You are confident enough because you are stupid enough
"Dumbledore, don't think that saying these words can lessen your guilt. You have put Hogwarts in danger! This is a fact!"

Lucius scowled.

"And the Aurors don't have the power to send you back to Hogwarts! It seems that when I return, I will write a letter to the Ministry of Magic to explain those audacious Aurors and tell them that they must be severely punished!"

Dumbledore's face was calm. "As far as I know, Vera is the captain of the Auror team sent by the Ministry of Magic. She certainly has the right to do something that benefits Hogwarts."

"But the school board has already suspended you! How could she, an Auror, dare to do this?"

Lucius' eyes widened. "Last night, all eleven school directors, except you, contacted me."

"Owls are flying in one after another, and letters are falling like snowflakes—Arthur Weasley's daughter was murdered at Hogwarts, and the news of the Hogwarts murder case is spreading like wildfire!"

"They all think that you are too old to be the headmaster of Hogwarts. At the same time, they nominated me to replace you. If I were here, none of these things would have happened at Hogwarts!"

Lucius' voice was sharp.

Dumbledore nodded slightly after hearing this: "And then?"

Lucius paused, his eyelids twitching. "And then! I hope you can understand that you are already old!"

Dumbledore nodded again. "What's the matter?"

Lucius: (°д°)!

"What a tasteless statement! You should voluntarily resign as Headmaster of Hogwarts!"

Suddenly, Dylan noticed another figure at the door, looking furtively into the house.

Dylan glanced over and saw it was a house-elf.

Hearing Lucius's angry voice, it was a little afraid to come in.

"Is that so?" Dumbledore chuckled. "I also received a letter from the school directors this morning. They think I should be invited back."

"What's strange is, Lucius, that several of the school directors seem to think you'll curse their families if they don't agree to expel me."

Lucius's face twitched, and his pale complexion became even paler.

——This made him look like a bloodless dead man.

There was only a pair of eyes, but they seemed to be spewing anger.

——But he still chose to avoid the topic of Dumbledore.

"What? How could you do such a thing?" Vera on the side looked shocked.

"This has nothing to do with you, Miss Auror. Besides, what evidence do you have to say this about me?" Lucius glared at Vera fiercely. "As someone with Muggle blood, how dare you question my loyalty to this school?"

Dylan interrupted, "That's exactly what you said, Uncle Mummy."

"What? What did you call me?!" Lucius turned around suddenly.

"Ah? I saw that you were as pale as a mummy, so—"

Dylan blinked.

"Maybe I shouldn't say that? Isn't that impolite?"

"Stop pretending to be ignorant and naive here! It's disgusting!" Lucius said gloomily in a low voice.

Dumbledore frowned for the first time: "Lucius, how could you treat a student like this..."

"Sir, I'm sorry if I offended you, but I think you're very much like my dog ​​back home. I think you're easy to get along with and you're not shy at all."

Dumbledore swung his sword, leaned back tactically, and looked at Dylan with an incredible look on his face.

——He had heard Severus say that this little guy's mouth was even more poisonous than his.

But he had never felt that Dylan could speak so beautifully...

"You guy!"

Lucius' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Check it out!

I can’t pretend anymore!
I can’t keep up that disgusting, childish expression just now!
This damn mudblood!

Looking at Lucius's chest rising and falling, Dylan tilted his head.

"Why, sir, what's that on your nose? An ant's legs?"

Lucius glared and quickly took out a small mirror, but after looking around, he saw nothing.

"Oh, sorry, I think I saw it wrong, but you always give me the feeling of being cunning and calculating, but you don't know what to do. I was in a trance and thought there were ants crawling in your nose."

"what!"

Lucius laughed out of anger.

Is there any connection between these two statements?

This mudblood was scolding him just for the sake of scolding him!

The house-elf who was hiding at the door, wanting to come in but not daring to, was also stunned in shock after hearing Dylan's words.

Vera also didn't expect that Dylan, the seemingly polite junior, could be so sharp-tongued.

It seems that what he said was not very targeted, but when it really fell into people's ears, it could make people's blood pressure soar.

As for Harry, he stood aside, covering his mouth and laughing.

Dylan usually doesn't curse, but once he opens his mouth, he can make people angry to death!

Even Malfoy would take a detour when he saw Dylan. Now, is his father going to follow in his son's footsteps?

"You look very angry. It's scary, like a monster. Sir, when you are alone, do you walk on all fours?"

Lucius took a deep breath, his eyes fierce, he sneered and suppressed the anger in his heart.

This stupid mudblood, isn't he just trying to provoke me on purpose?

It was the same thing in the bookstore!
However, he would not lower himself to curse at such a mudblood!

Let him say whatever he wants!

Lucius looked at Dylan with disdain, then looked back at Dumbledore.

"There's no need for him to continue listening to what I'm going to say next, right?"

Dumbledore came back to his senses, smacked his lips slightly, and raised an eyebrow: "Of course, I have already asked clearly. Unfortunately, he doesn't know anything about the Chamber of Secrets."

Then he looked at Dylan and said, "Son, go back first and tell everyone that there is no need to worry. The trouble has been solved."

Dylan nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping over the wand in Old Dumbledore's hand.

The old wand, I want to break it and see what material is inside.

"By the way, come to my place again in the evening."

Dylan paused and said, "Okay, Principal."

Vera nodded to Dylan.

Dylan nodded slightly and left the office.

As he walked out, he finally saw Dobby's entire body.

Dobby shrank back, a little afraid, and then looked at Dylan with a little admiration.

Dylan gave him a friendly smile in return.

"If you ever want to change your master, come find me. I will scold anyone who bullies you—even with magic."

Dobby looked dazed and didn't reply.

"Don't even think about coveting my servants!"

A voice came from the office.

Dylan ignored him and just waved his hand: "Goodbye."

Leaving Old Deng's office.

Dylan returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Ginny and the others were still in the school infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was to keep them under observation.

Hermione, however, has recovered.

Dylan saw immediately that she was talking to Neville.

"Hey, Dylan!"

Seeing Hermione, Dylan nodded: "I'm glad to see you regain your energy."

Hermione came over and asked, "I heard you were called to Professor Dumbledore's office. Was Harry there too?"

Dylan nodded slightly. "Yes, they might want to discuss something about the principal's transfer order, so I came back."

A trace of worry crossed Hermione's face. "I hope our headmaster is still Professor Dumbledore."

Dylan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will. Are you feeling any discomfort now?"

Hermione shook her head. "There's no more. It's just that Professor Snape's restorative potion was very bitter. One of the people who woke up with me vomited directly."

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Did you vomit in front of Professor Snape?"

Hermione pursed her lips and tightened the corners of her mouth: "Yes."

Dylan chuckled: "That should be very interesting."

Hermione's canine teeth were faintly visible between her lips. "Professor Snape was so angry that he turned and left. But strangely, I don't think it was that bitter."

Dylan smacked his lips. “Maybe the potion you drank was brewed by me.”

Hermione looked over in surprise: "I knew it! No wonder Professor Snape's face was so dark at that time!"

"I'm glad you're okay. Harry and Ron were worried about you. Where's Ginny? Is she okay?"

Neville also came over: "She's fine, the two Weasley brothers went to look after her."

"They're going to look after Ginny?" Dylan pouted. "It seems like Ginny won't be able to rest well."

"Madam Pomfrey won't let them get close to Ginny, so it should be fine," Hermione said.

"That's good." Dylan shrugged. "Please wait a moment. Harry should be back soon. I'll go back to the dormitory first."

Hermione nodded.

Neville was about to go back with Dylan, but Dylan said, "I'm going back to study. You can do whatever you want - such as review. Judging from the current situation, the final exams will definitely be suspended."

"Oh! Right! I almost forgot about this!" Neville almost jumped up, "I also want to go back to the dormitory to read!"

Hermione stood there, her expression frozen. "By the way, final exams... Um, Dylan, have you learned anything new recently?"

Neville spoke first: "There are a lot! And they all seem difficult to learn."

Hermione: (oェ｀o)...

"I heard everyone say I was petrified for a long time, right? And now, it's the final exam."

"Don't worry. I think the professors will have other ways of taking the exam for people like you with special circumstances. After all, you haven't learned a lot of content."

Dylan gestured to Hermione to be at ease.

However, Hermione felt even worse after hearing this. "You should wait for Harry to come back. He's been reviewing quite well lately. If you want to catch up on the knowledge you've missed, reviewing with him would be a good choice."

Hermione opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing and just nodded slightly.

She had been thinking about asking Dylan to help her review.

This statement has blocked the road in advance.

Helplessly, she had to pick out all the textbooks from that period and go through them herself.

Dylan took Neville back to the dormitory.

After saying hello, Dylan got into his suitcase.

There was no movement last night. Although I was called over by Old Deng today, judging from his attitude, it seemed that he didn't really suspect me of anything.

Dylan plans to take this opportunity to study Xiao Fuzi's diary.

Come to think of it—what kind of good person would keep a diary?
This little Fuzi must have written too many shocking statements in his diary and was worried about being seen, so he directly made it into his own Horcrux, right?
After throwing food to Nobeta and Coal Ball, Dylan went straight into the house at the edge of the forest.

——One of the biggest benefits of the ecological self-circulation is that there will always be various creatures that can be preyed upon by the creatures thrown into it by Dylan.

However, perhaps because Nobeta and Coal Ball were his pets, or perhaps the pet space believed that the creatures thrown in by Dylan were their food, no creatures appeared that could be preyed upon by them.

Of course, the small animals in the forest can essentially be hunted by them.

But with Dylan feeding them, they won't touch the small animals in the forest.

"When you have a break, you have to go to Diagon Alley again and sign for my house. Then, exchange it for some Galleons and expand this space. Otherwise, if you throw a basilisk in, the space will be too small and larger creatures won't be able to be bred."

Before Dylan walked into the house, he had already changed his equipment, and his face was completely hidden under the black robe and mask.

He came to the diary.

The diary was thrown into a corner where there was a pile of scattered items.

Perhaps because the diary had eaten a few of Dylan's Avada's big melons, the vitality that the diary had originally stolen from Ginny was not only returned, but now even the connection with Ginny was cut off by Dylan.

Seeing it there at this moment, Dylan even felt that he "saw" a sense of weakness in the diary itself.

Dylan raised the corner of his mouth in a cold arc and swung the wand in his hand violently.

In an instant, a dazzling light flashed.

The roof above Dylan's head suddenly cracked, and a skylight leading to the outside suddenly appeared.

At the same time, a sharp cry was heard from the forest not far away.

Not long after, several small animals came into the house with the sound of the wind, stumbling and flapping their wings in panic in the air.

Dylan tapped his wand lightly, and suddenly, strands of silver light slowly emerged from the bodies of these animals and then sank into the diary.

As vitality was injected into the diary, the diary's frail appearance gradually receded—it felt as if the paper and cover had become a little harder.

Dylan could clearly feel that the diary had sucked a lot of vitality out of it.

But at this time, the other party was lying there quietly, motionless.

Dylan snorted coldly, his voice shrouded in chill, and he spoke in a low, oppressive voice, "Why, after becoming a Horcrux, you can't be killed by the Kedavra Curse. Do you like being attacked by Avada Kedavra?"

"If that's the case, I don't mind doing it a few more times until you behave yourself."

The words cut through the air, and the diary trembled visibly.

"You are such an evil guy, who are you?"

The next moment, a vague outline slowly emerged from the diary.

Slowly, as vitality is injected, the outline becomes clearer.

First, the head, the carefully combed golden hair gradually became distinct, and the high nose bridge and questioning eyes also appeared.

Next came the figure, the straight black robe fluttering slightly as the illusory body gradually solidified.

Tom's face was filled with resentment: "Why don't I remember there is such a person as you in the wizarding world?"

Dylan looked at Tom, who was standing in the corner as if he was being punished, and laughed coldly.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Karsus, the world's fool, the guide between life and death. I heard the echo of the contemptuous and found you."

"A—ungraceful fellow."

Hearing Dylan's words, Tom was stunned for a moment, and his expression froze.

"Me? Do you know who I am? Do you know the power I possess? How dare you judge my elegance?"

"What a confident guy."

Tom gritted his teeth secretly. It seemed that he was communicating with Dylan, but in fact he was delaying time and trying to find out the situation here.

But what this guy said was a little too infuriating!
"I am Voldemort! My power is enough to support my confidence!"

“You are confident enough because you are stupid enough.”

Dylan sneered, "A dying candle, yet you dare not embrace the beauty of death, Voldemort? Do you think you can escape death?"

He walked closer to Tom step by step.

The sound of the height-increasing boots hitting the ground was particularly clear in the wooden house, and it was like a heavy hammer hitting Tom's heart.

"Don't try to explore the surrounding situation. This is my world. You are in my hands and you can't escape."

Tom's expression changed: "Can you sense my magic?"

Dylan laughed heartily. "I told you, this is my world of death. Just glance at those slit-like eyes of yours and I know what you're going to do."

He pointed the tip of his wand, hidden beneath his sleeve.

"what!"

Tom screamed instantly.

——The mental power that extended outward was directly crushed by an unknown force!
This is the pet space ability that Dylan spent a full 100,000 Galleons to unlock - space control!
However, this ability will even have a second and third level later...

In short, the matter will not be resolved until Dylan has been defrauded of all his money.

But now it was only the first level of space control, which was enough for Dylan to sense the mental fluctuations under his nose.

"What kind of spell is this..."

Tom's handsome face was distorted and turned pale.

If he hadn't had the Horcrux on him, he felt that his soul would have been shattered!

"Foolish mortal, do you still have time to converse with death?"

Dylan raised the wand in his hand and the diary slowly flew up.

"What do you want to do?!" Tom felt terrified for the first time.

The man in front of him... Even if he still had some sanity left, he seemed completely unable to find any breakthrough in this so-called fool that would allow him to escape from here!

He felt that many things were out of his control!
He didn't want to try to make contact with the basilisk.

But all his voice seemed unable to penetrate the room.

And the person in front of him controls his life and death!

"No, that's not right. Calm down! How could I be afraid? I am Voldemort! This man can't destroy a Horcrux. I am immortal!"

Although Voldemort retained almost complete sanity when he was young, his soul at this stage was extremely conceited and ambitious. While he was scheming, his conceit would also lead to rash behavior.

For example, fifty years ago, when he was still a student at Hogwarts, he secretly explored the secrets of the Chamber of Secrets and released the basilisk, which in itself was a reckless act.

Fortunately, there was a fool who took the blame for him at that time, otherwise it would be unknown whether he could develop smoothly to his subsequent level.

"Don't struggle. I'm writing your name into my black secret book. Don't worry, your life song won't stop here. You will become my most proud experiment."

What could be more closely intertwined with death than Horcruxes?
Dylan gently hooked the wand in his hand back, and the diary floated in front of Dylan.

"When the moon is waning, I can use a bronze probe soaked in Acromantula venom to create an improved version of the magic spectrum. Then I can capture some Inferi, preferably werewolves or vampires. Then, I can explore the source resonance point between Horcrux energy and Dark Magic creatures."

"But before that, I can use Tom to test the permeability of mental pollution."

"Besides that, if we can get another giant monster and use its fangs to destroy part of the diary and remove the remaining pages, we might have a chance to break through the consciousness connection experiment."

These are all studies that Dylan is eager to conduct.

Especially the last one.

Dylan can test the limits of Tom's consciousness's control over the composite creature, and also observe whether the creature grafted by the diary can produce a new personality.

These experiments will advance Dylan's research and help him achieve the plan he has long had in mind.

——Plan for mass production of pseudo-Horcruxes!

——Anti-Horcrux Project!
——Concept parasitic deformation!

However, this kind of taboo research is quite difficult, even to begin with.

Dylan had a lot of preparation to do.

Right now, everything is still just beginning.

“Let’s start with the simplest things.”

such as……

Use the diary first to complete a refinement task for the Unforgivable Curse!
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[Spell to be refined]: Avada Kedavra

[Spell Features to be Unlocked]: Corridor of the Dead

[Refining Quest Opened]: Death is absolutely fair before you! Cast the Killing Curse 444 times on your target to unlock the spell's properties and complete the spell refinement!

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Dylan didn't feel any trouble at all after seeing the task of refining the spell.

Because regarding Avada's big melon, he has already activated a feature - Killing Intent and Burning Heaven!
When Dylan uses the Killing Curse, he can take advantage of this feature to directly open a field of destruction that lasts for four seconds.

In other words, if he used Avada once to bite the big melon, he would have used it twice.

Then 444 times can be directly halved.

Just do it.

"Pain is the developer of the soul, my dear Tom."

Dylan's voice, processed with a voice-changing spell, sounds like rusty gears rubbing against each other, sometimes magnetic, sometimes hoarse.

He raised his wand, and the scales on his mask glowed sickly.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, an extremely evil force erupted.

But the light that emanated from the tip of the wand was as pure as the dawn.

It's just that this light looks holy and pure at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it reveals a hint of evil.

The two auras of holiness and evil blended together harmoniously.

Tom's sinister mouth became dull: "What kind of spell did you use..."

(End of this chapter)