Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 160 Tom: You pervert.
What spell?
That’s wand beautification, of course!

It only costs one hundred Galleons, and the moment the Killing Curse is cast, it can turn into a holy sword and split hell apart!

Avada Kedavra?
No, it's Avada Redemption!

Only one hundred Galleons are needed to make the Killing Curse spray out the Archangel Judgment Light Cannon!
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Dylan suppressed the abstraction in his mind, sneered, and pointed his wand at the diary.

The divine and evil forces competed with each other in the air, flashing light and biting straight towards the target.

"what!"

The killing curse hit the diary, and it trembled wildly like a prey hit by a huge force.

The symbols on the cover became dilapidated and dim again, and the paper sizzled as if it was burned by flames, emitting wisps of green smoke.

Tom's soul body also shook violently, and the expression on his face twisted instantly.

A dim white light penetrated his body, and his mouth opened as wide as possible, letting out a scream.

at the same time.

With Dylan as the center, a field was established.

The energy of Avada Kedavra was wrapped in a holy glow, making Dylan look like a god, and the energy swept madly towards the diary.

The diary had barely held on under the killing curse when it was suddenly hit by the energy of the realm of slaughter and burning the sky.

The edges of the diary quickly turned black and curled up.

"What? How could you possibly use the Killing Curse like that?!"

Tom's soul was severely damaged again, cracks spread across the surface of his soul, his whole body was shaky, and there was fear in his eyes.

He believed that the Killing Curse was as easy as pie in his hand, and that in the entire wizarding world, no one else could have a better control over the Killing Curse than him!
However, now, this mysterious man suddenly appeared in front of him.

Not only can he cast the eyeball spell that even he cannot understand, but his attainments in the killing curse are even deeper than his!

This realm of death energy...

Although Tom was in great pain at the moment, he was very interested in how Dylan cast the Killing Curse with such power.

"Haha, it's very simple, because I hold death in my hands."

Dylan waved his wand again: "Avada Kedavra!"

Another blinding white light shot out.

"Stop! How dare you do this to me..."

Bang!
"what--"

The screams could almost penetrate the cursed wooden house.

The diary was also blown several meters away and rolled several times in the air before it finally stopped.

The cover was half peeled off and the paper was charred.

The energy within the field once again took advantage of the momentum and tightly encompassed the diary.

Just like frying pork chops, the sizzling sound never stops.

Dylan's eyes were calm as he raised his wand for the third time.

"boom!"

A pillar of holy light shot out.

The diary is nearly falling apart.

Tom's soul was so weak that it almost disappeared.

Dylan then stopped.

While letting Lu Yi Fentian continue to attack the diary.

Dylan summoned the cockroaches and spiders that were crawling quickly in the breeding pen.

Those cute little guys flew into the air involuntarily and landed above the diary. Before they could react, their shells were crushed by a powerful squeezing force.

"Crackling"

"Crackling"

"Crackling"

At the same time, the skylight on the roof was suddenly opened again, and several small wild animals in the jungle flew in.

Dylan extracted their vitality and injected it into the diary.

The broken and burnt cover of the book gradually healed, and the black color on the paper faded and slowly turned white.

Tom's figure solidified again.

"you……"

Riddle had no idea why this guy kept using the Killing Curse on him.

When he falls into extreme weakness, he will be deliberately given vitality to help him recover.

Just being hit by the curse again and again, Tom felt that his sanity was slowly being taken away with each scream.

It was not until Dylan discovered that the number of wild animals in the forest was beginning to decrease that he stopped with a sense of satisfaction.

In fact, it was just 444 killing curses.

Dylan can just cast four spells in a row and get it done.

But he was not sure whether the Horcrux could not be killed directly by the Killing Curse, but if it was subjected to hundreds of Killing Curses at once without recovering its vitality, it would suffer irreparable damage.

Therefore, Dylan still felt that it would be safer to cast 222 killing curses on Tom personally, and then use the special power of Killing Intent and Burning Heaven to complete the other half of the intensive training task. This would be a good choice.

More than a hundred killing curses were cast down.

Tom was too weak to maintain his human form—he had shouted himself hoarse.

On the open diary, a line of words emerged with difficulty.

"You pervert..."

Dylan laughed.

"Pervert? It seems your shallow understanding is not enough to understand the power that death has given me."

He flicked the wand in his hand.

The diary trembled suddenly.

But the next moment, the Avada Holy Light Cannon that Tom had expected was not fired.

Instead, Dylan threw him back into the corner.

Dylan turned his wand and sealed off the area, completely cutting off any possibility of Tom escaping or spying on the outside world.

"For the first wave of experiments, let's use a basilisk or Lockhart."

Dylan brushed the nonexistent dust off his robe.

As for the Horcrux part, he needed to gain more knowledge before trying to take action on the diary.

——Dylan didn't want to give Reard, the insidious and cunning guy, any chance to take advantage of him.

Walk out of the cabin.

Dylan came to the small warehouse behind the house.

This warehouse is just a place where Dylan uses to store some miscellaneous items.

It was also built by Dylan using magic.

But it seems that the quality of this house is quite average.

The wooden boards were still a little cracked and the door handle had a little rust on it.

——Obviously, the owner of this warehouse did not pay any attention to its construction.

"Squeak-"

Dylan slowly opened the door with his wand, not doing it himself.

Then, the stale smell of the warehouse hit me.

——The materials of this warehouse were picked up by Dylan from the wood discarded by Hagrid.

There was even a lingering smell of the forbidden forest.

The warehouse was backlit, the interior was dim, and the smell of damp and decay wafted out.

Dylan looked over and saw a figure huddled in the corner.

——It was Gilderoy Lockhart.

Lockhart at this moment was completely different from the elegant, smirking best-selling author that Dylan had in mind.

After just one night of being locked up, Lockhart already looked disheveled and his eyes were hollow.

He was now slumped on the ground with his legs stretched out casually, as if he had just been ravaged.

Dylan gave him a look of disdain.

"Maybe I should have captured him before his own curse backfired."

But Dylan thought again, this guy can't do anything except the Oblivion Spell.

Even if he stayed awake, it would be of no use.

It’s better to just live in a muddle-headed way, which is also pretty good.

He glanced at the time.

Dylan was about to catch Lockhart, but he paused.

"It's time to eat."

The news of Deng's return should be all over the screen now.

It’s not good for Dylan to not show up for a long time. He still has to go out and show his face on time.

What if someone comes looking for him and can't find him, and then sets their sights on his suitcase? That would be troublesome.

"Eat."

Dylan used his wand to summon a few slices of bread and threw them in front of Lockhart, but Lockhart didn't react.

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

With the help of Legilimency, he could feel that the other party was not pretending to be an idiot, but seemed to have really become an idiot.

"Strange. Even if he was hit by the backlash of the Forgetfulness Curse, he should have given a normal response."

With his brows slightly furrowed, Dylan directly used the Soul Stealing Technique to control Lockhart's body.

First, Dylan searched his memory again and found nothing different.

It seemed that the other party really just stayed in this small warehouse for the whole night. He used to be able to walk around, but now he became stupid and dull, until he couldn't even move.

Remembering that Lockhart was originally sent to a mental hospital for treatment, Dylan controlled his body and ate the bread bite by bite.

"It's better for you to become an idiot, so that you won't be so scared that you poop in your trouser pockets when I'm doing experiments."

Dylan pouted.

He casually used one to clean up Lockhart.

Then, Dylan turned a small table in the warehouse into a bed.

Yesterday was too busy and he didn't have time to take care of Lockhart's living environment.

I can give him some arrangements today.

After transforming the bed.

Dylan controlled Lockhart to lie down again.

Just as he was about to stop, Dylan suddenly frowned again.

"No, Lockhart hasn't defecated yet, right?"

Looking around the warehouse, Dylan didn't see any filth.

He didn't smell anything either.

After a moment's hesitation, Dylan used the Imperius Curse to give Lockhart an order.

——Pull when you need to.

But you have to go out and pull it.

There is a forest outside anyway, so just find a tree root to solve the problem.

It can also be used as fertilizer.

Dylan left the small warehouse.

He also gave some instructions to Coal Ball and the others.

Don't let the goblins and creatures like the Cornish elves outside harm his experimental subjects.

Finally, he threw two pieces of meat to the basilisk and left the suitcase space.

As soon as Dylan came out, he saw Harry and Ron.

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Ron, you're back so soon?"

Ron nodded. "Ginny's fine now, and I'm not seriously injured, so I won't be staying in the infirmary."

Neville added: "Madam Pomfrey thought he was too much of a nuisance, always chattering there, so she kicked him out."

"Hey!" Ron glared.

Dylan looked at Harry and asked, "Are all the problems solved?"

Harry pursed his lips. "No, that Malfoy claimed that Professor Dumbledore hadn't caught the real culprit in this incident, and he still refused to admit that it was Voldemort who organized so many terrorist attacks."

"—He blamed all these things on the man called Karsus."

"For this reason, even when Professor Dumbledore questioned him about spreading things from Voldemort's student days, Malfoy evaded the issue by claiming the professor failed to supervise properly."

Dylan blinked. "So what's the ending?"

"There's no conclusion. It seems the matter has come to nothing. Malfoy threatened Professor Dumbledore, but he couldn't deprive him of his position as headmaster."

Ron muttered softly, "Just from listening to your descriptions, I feel like that Malfoy is just as annoying as his son!"

Dylan shrugged. "That's why they say they are father and son."

Harry paused for a moment, then suddenly curled his lips: "Dylan, did you deliberately provoke that Malfoy?"

Dylan looked at him and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Harry smiled. "After you left, no matter how Lucius questioned the professor, he was blocked. Senior Vera also helped to blame Lucius. He was furious."

"I later handed him a notebook and said it was Ginny's other diary. He didn't even look at it and just threw it to Dobby..."

Dylan suddenly remembered that the reason Dobby was able to regain his freedom was because of Harry's use of the damaged diary.

But he didn't leave the diary behind this time. Fortunately, Harry was smart, otherwise Dobby might not have been freed.

"I completely forgot about this matter... I even told him that he could come to me when he was free."

Dylan felt a little ashamed.

Coughing lightly, he said to Harry, "So you hid the socks in that notebook? And Dobby is free?"

Harry's eyes lit up. "I knew you, Dylan, were deliberately trying to provoke Lucius! Did you predict this a long time ago?"

Dylan: ()…

"Haha, yes, that's right, this is the result of my divination."

——He just wanted to scold Lucius at that time.

By the way, see if you can trigger an achievement of scolding others in front of Dumbledore.

In fact, he did unlock such an achievement, but the reward was just some numbers.

"Okay, it should be time for dinner now, right?" Dylan said.

Neville nodded, "Yes, we were just talking about going to the restaurant for dinner."

"Let's go then?" Dylan started walking towards the door.

Harry, Neville and the others followed.

Seamus wasn't in the dorm, probably outside with Dean.

Several people came to the restaurant together.

I happened to meet Hermione who also came to eat.

"Hey! Hermione, how are you feeling now?" Ron walked forward excitedly.

Hermione immediately cast her eyes on Dylan: "I feel good, Dylan, the potion you brewed tastes better than the one brewed by Professor Snape."

"Thank you again for saving me from having to drink Professor Snape's restoration potion."

"—The Hufflepuff student who was petrified like me. I met him this morning. He vomited again."

Dylan immediately waved his hand: "Don't say that. It would be bad if Professor Snape heard this."

"In fact, the taste of potions is basically the same. I just habitually add some honey and a small amount of milk to it."

"—In most cases, they will not affect the properties of the potion. Instead, they will make the potion taste richer and smoother."

As Dylan finished speaking, Neville was suddenly beside him and gently tugged at his sleeve.

Before Dylan could react.

A cold, hard voice came from behind him.

"No wonder your potions always taste like cheap desserts. So, are you planning to take off your wizard robes and become a candy vendor in a soda shop in Diagon Alley?"

Dylan was startled by Professor Snape's sudden voice.

The expression on his face froze, and he turned his head slightly, and saw a corner of the black robe floating in the air.

"Ahahaha~ Professor, are you coming to eat too?"

Dylan turned around and saw Professor Snape with a cold face, his lips tightly pressed into a straight line, almost invisible in color, staring at Dylan indifferently.

Harry, Hermione and others around Dylan immediately winked at each other after seeing Professor Snape.

Ron nudged Harry with his elbow.

Several people immediately understood and reached a tacit understanding in an instant.

"It seems there are pumpkin pie available today. Let's go check it out." Ron slowly walked away from Dylan.

Harry and Neville followed suit.

Even Hermione left Dylan behind.

——She just said that Dylan's potions were better than Professor Snape's.

"When did you add honey to that potion? Why didn't I see it?"

Dylan looked at the backs of those disloyal guys walking away, clenched his fists and laughed awkwardly.

"Well, Professor, I mixed the honey directly into the mandrake mud. You know, the smell of mandrake is very strong, so you don't smell the sweetness - and I didn't add much."

When the mandrake rhizome is crushed, a foul odor, like a mixture of garlic and rotting meat, becomes stronger.

To this disgusting smell, he simply added a little honey and milk.

Even though Professor Snape's nose is...

Ahem, it works better and you won’t smell that sweet taste.

"Oh."

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes, glanced at Dylan, and snorted coldly.

Then he swung his black robe and strode towards the restaurant.

"What are you standing there for? Are you waiting for me to invite you in for dinner?"

Dylan wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and hurried to catch up.

(End of this chapter)