Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 163: Achievement at the end of school! Reward: Dementor's Kiss! Now I really become a Dementor!

"I can't believe the principal waived the exam!"

The banquet lasted until almost three or four in the morning, and most of the young wizards were a little exhausted.

Therefore, although many people still chose to stay in the auditorium, some students have already returned to the dormitory.

——Because there is no curfew, students can move around in the dormitory or corridor as long as they do not enter any designated restricted areas.

Dylan wanted to go back and rest. Except for Seamus who wanted to chat with Dean and everyone else and enjoy the rare lively atmosphere, the others, whether it was Harry or Ron, followed Dylan back.

As soon as Neville returned to the dormitory, he couldn't wait to throw himself on the bed.

Dylan chuckled at his words.

"Although the academic exams can be exempted, the Ordinary Wizarding Level exams and the Higher Wizarding Level exams will not be exempted just because of the exemption of this academic exam."

Neville sighed: "You have a point. The OWL exam will test our true level in a real way."

Dylan shrugged again. "But anyway, at least I don't have to take the test this time."

Neville nodded again: "You're right!"

Ron looked at Neville, who was like Dylan's yes-man, and smacked his lips. "Dylan, Ginny seems to be in a bad mood because of this incident, but I heard from Fred and the others that she is very happy to see you."

Harry also sat on his bed: "Ginny seems to be still avoiding me."

Ron nodded. "She must be embarrassed. Although no real danger was caused this time, she must also feel guilty for involving us, and even the entire Hogwarts."

Harry and Neville were silent.

Dylan packed up his things quickly, cast a cleansing spell on himself, and then lay down on the bed.

"Actually, if you think positively, after this experience, Ginny will obviously be more calm and cautious in the future. After all, no real harm has been caused now, and she will be able to avoid other harm in the future. This can be considered a good thing."

Neville nodded immediately: "Dylan is right."

Ron scratched his forehead and said, "Dylan, you have such a good attitude. No wonder you were at my house last summer and you were the one who accidentally broke the bowl, yet you managed to put the blame on me without blushing or beating your heart."

Dylan remained calm. "I didn't say anything at the time. It was Mrs. Molly who insisted on identifying you as the culprit. What could I have done?"

Ron curled his lips: "Then why didn't you help me explain it at the time?"

Dylan tilted his head. "I wanted to explain, but you explained too much. Every time you said something, Mrs. Molly would scold you. I couldn't get a word in."

He pulled his quilt upwards and chuckled again, "Besides, didn't I restore the bowl back to its original state? Actually, you can't blame me. You just casually placed the bowl on the edge of the table, and the path is so small."

"So—you know."

Ron made a face and got into bed as well. "I don't understand. I don't understand at all!"

After covering himself with the quilt, Ron paused, then continued, "But... I'm a little surprised that the principal will give us extra points this time."

Harry took off his robes, put on his lining, and walked to the bed. "Professor Dumbledore means that the details of this incident cannot be disclosed publicly because the crisis may not have been truly resolved. So this is the only way for now."

Ron was silent for a moment, then sighed, "I felt like I was about to pass out. Do you think Karsus was the one who attacked me?"

Harry threw back the quilt and climbed onto the bed: "That should be the case. After all, I only saw him at the time."

Ron was puzzled. "Then why did this man only take the basilisk and the diary away, and not take us away? He only knocked me unconscious, and didn't even take any action against you, Harry, or Ginny?"

Neville looked at Dylan and said, "Perhaps he is afraid that if he stays in the academy for too long, the other professors will notice him and eventually trap him in the secret room?"

Dylan was already lying flat. He turned his head and saw Neville looking at him. He said casually, "Maybe he is just interested in Voldemort and the Basilisk, so he wants to capture them for research?"

"Isn't that even more terrifying? Living research... How terrifying!" Neville shuddered, a puzzled look on his face again, "But—why do I feel that this style of work is somewhat familiar?"

Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he actually dared to capture the Dark Lord for study? And he even took away the basilisk, which Slytherin had created himself. How dare he do that? Did he go to Gryffindor before?"

Harry had been silent the whole time, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but speak: "Yeah! Could he have been a student at Hogwarts before? Did he show up this time simply to help Hogwarts solve the problems caused by Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets and the Heir?"

Ron shook his head. "I don't know. We've discussed this possibility before, but who knows what the other party's real purpose is?"

Harry nodded slightly. "True. After all, he calls himself the Death Fool, which doesn't sound like a good name."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, a guy who praises death and is so skilled in using the Unforgivable Curses, how could he be a good person? I think he didn't attack us because he was simply concerned about the professors in the college. We should not treat him as a good person."

Dylan glanced at the two men and his eyelids twitched.

▼_▼Hold on! Hold on for now!
"Dylan, what's wrong with you? Why does your face feel like it's twitching?"

Dylan chuckled. "It's okay, Harry. I was just thinking about how many experiments I have to do tomorrow and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed."

Harry nodded. "I see. Dylan, you should take care of your health. Studying is important, but your health is also important."

After that, he added, "I'll have to practice as many spells as possible from now on. Otherwise, if I face this kind of situation again, I won't even be able to protect myself."

He recalled that he was in the secret room at that time, looking at Karsus, the man who was covered with eyes and could not move just by looking at him. He called himself the Fool.

A sense of urgency rose in Harry's heart.

This time the other party did not attack him.

But what about next time?

If that guy really took the basilisk and Tom's diary away, it was for experiments as Dylan said.

When the other party figures out something, would they consider capturing him, the man who could kill the Dark Lord, and conducting research on him?
In order to achieve this goal, the other party may stop at nothing!
For example, using the people closest to him to threaten him!
——But if it’s my aunt and the others, just take them away.

But what Harry was afraid of was that the man would take away the Weasleys, Dylan, and the professors!

He must make himself stronger to face all this!
Harry secretly made up his mind to study harder in the future. Even if he couldn't compare to Dylan, he would at least keep up with Hermione!

"Besides, Hermione hasn't studied for half a year. If I catch up, maybe I can catch up with her—maybe even surpass her!"

Harry muttered to himself and began to fantasize in his heart.

Ron took a deep breath. "Although we've only been in school for two years, we've encountered so many things. I have to study harder. Otherwise, if Ginny is threatened again next time, I, as her brother, will be unable to do anything! That would be too frustrating!"

As Ron finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked quietly in Dylan's direction, beeping softly.

"Besides, Ginny only called Dylan brother today—she's never called me that before!"

Dylan's mouth twitched.

Ginny likes to call him brother because during the summer vacation, he would bring her some delicious food and fun things.

Even in terms of magic, he would guide Ginny when he had time.

Look at those little brats from the Weasley family.

All day long he was either flying in the sky with his broom or fighting with the goblins in the backyard.

They never took care of their sister.

——Then why should I call you so affectionately?

However, it is good that Ron has this awareness.

Dylan naturally wouldn't discourage him. Instead, he praised him, "I believe you can transform into the rising sun and shatter the darkness—keep going!"

Ron smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you! With your words, I'm safe!"

Harry felt a little regretful: "Hagrid hasn't been released yet, otherwise I think he would have a lot of fun at this party!"

Ron hummed in agreement. "Even Ferrochi seems happy. What a pity Hagrid isn't here!"

Dylan turned around and stopped participating in the conversation. After a while, the dormitory gradually became quiet.

Dylan didn't sleep, but started checking his system panel.

It seems that because Old Deng announced that there would be no exams this school year, the system actually triggered the school year summary achievement in advance.

But before that, he plans to take credit for other achievements.

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【Achievement】: Riddle's Torment
【Description】：The Mask of Pain is out! Who can compete with it?

[Requirement to light up]: Make Riddle feel extreme pain and torture.

[Achievement Reward]: Level 1 Dementor's Kiss (Wizard Version)
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The moment he saw this reward, Dylan stopped right there without even scrolling down to see the achievements.

"Dementor's Kiss??"

Dylan looked bewildered.

"I can also learn the Dementor's Kiss? And what state should I be in to activate this skill?"

When it comes to Dementors' Kiss, we have to first mention Dementors.

These creatures feed on human happiness and good memories, and anyone who comes into contact with them will feel depressed and hopeless.

Just being near this action can cause a person to be forced to recall the most painful events in their life and fall into despair.

These guys are now under the control of the Ministry of Magic and are the wardens of Azkaban.

But... they will obey whoever provides them with food.

——A violent person will submit to someone more violent than him.

The Ministry of Magic might just use the Patronus Charm and the prisoners of Askaban to trap the Dementors.

Voldemort was able to subdue Dementors with various dark spells while also making promises to them.

When he rules the world, all Muggles will become food for these Dementors.

——The most important thing is that Voldemort has no good memories at all.

The Dementors couldn't suck him in even if they wanted to.

Anyone who has been kissed by a Dementor will have their good memories and souls taken away. This does not mean that the victim will die immediately. Instead, they will become a walking corpse with no sense of self and no memories.

—As long as your brain and heart are working, you can live without a soul.

But it's just alive, like an empty shell.

Dylan was still not quite clear whether the Dementors, when absorbing the souls of other people, directly digested the souls and completely annihilated them - that is, the souls were scattered.

Or do Dementors keep those souls within their bodies?

Dylan pondered for a moment, and without looking at other achievements, he extracted this achievement reward first.

"When a Dementor wants to activate a skill, it will pull up its hood and press its chin against the victim's mouth. How should I use this ability? Do I really have to kiss someone mouth to mouth?"

Dylan suddenly felt a chill.

After withdrawing the reward.

The next moment, his eyes flashed and he felt that he was in a strange forbidden land of death.

He was walking slowly across the swamp, with several Dementors accompanying him.

Dylan looked around.

He saw that these Dementors were about three meters tall, floating around him, wearing black cloaks and black hats covering their cheeks. Their bodies were gray, a bit like rotten mud in water.

Dylan studied the Dementors for a moment.

They have scabbed palms and look like ethereal shadows, their bodies decayed and without any facial features.

The face was faintly revealed under the hood, and where the eyes should be, there was only a thin layer of skin covered with gray scabs, covering the empty eye sockets.

There was a mouth, but it was just a large, shapeless hole that sucked in air and made the gurgling sounds that only dying people make.

Dylan walked side by side with these terrifying guys, slowly moving forward in the swamp filled with the smell of decay.

——These Dementors are like his little brothers, following him closely.

The fog around was thick, and mud and water splashed from time to time, wetting the corners of his clothes.

When Dylan looked straight ahead, he saw a figure staggering and fleeing.

She was a beautiful woman, her white dress already stained with mud.

As she ran away, she turned her head from time to time and looked in horror at the Dementors approaching her from behind.

Under her feet, large amounts of water and mud splashed up.

Dylan followed slowly behind until the woman panicked and tripped over her own left foot, falling into the mud.

Classic, so classic.

Dylan walked slowly to the woman's side, looking down at the disheveled white figure from above.

He squatted down, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the woman's chin, and forced her to raise her head.

Dylan saw the fear in the woman's eyes, tears mixed with muddy water, sliding down her cheeks.

Dylan put his right index and middle fingers together, gently touched his lips, and then slowly put them towards the woman's mouth.

In an instant, a faint spiritual force began to be pulled out of the woman's body.

Those beautiful memories turned into food, making his mental strength more abundant. An intoxicated look appeared on his face as he fully enjoyed the influx of power.

"Ah!" the woman screamed in pain.

Halfway through the inhalation, Dylan seemed to feel unsatisfied.

He leaned down gently, his face slowly approaching the woman.

The woman's eyes widened in horror, her face full of resistance, but she was unable to break free from Dylan's control.

Dylan's lips were almost touching the woman's pink lips.

——Start inhaling!
As Dylan continued to absorb the woman's soul power, the expression on her face became more and more painful.

In the end, amid the woman's desperate cries, all her beautiful memories and soul were swallowed by Dylan's mouth - leaving her with only endless sorrow and pain.

Dylan stood up, licked his lips, and a look of satisfaction came over his face.

——It’s like I’ve just enjoyed a sumptuous meal.

Then, he continued to walk deeper into the swamp with the soul-stealers around him, looking for the next victim.

Slowly open your eyes.

Dylan already felt that some strange abilities and knowledge had appeared in his mind.

"Have I...really become a Dementor?"

Dylan's expression was a bit complicated. Thinking about his curse - Ur-Glance Cthulhu.

A power that even Dementors would fear.

Now, he has mastered the Dementor's Kiss.

——Isn’t this even more dementor-like than a dementor?
"In that case, do I still need to spend time lighting the Patronus Charm?"

Dylan's progress with the Patronus Charm is still not going smoothly.

Compared to how quickly he learned Legilimency, Shadowless, and even Occlumency...

The Guardian was like a curved bone with a thin layer of tough muscle on the surface. No matter how hard Dylan tried to bite it, he could not tear through the defense and bite off the meat.

Dylan didn't even know if it was because he mastered too much dark magic that he was unable to truly learn and light up the Patronus Charm.

But if Umbridge, who enjoys torturing others every day, can learn it, why can't he?

"Maybe I should try torturing Tom a little more and see if I can make it a happy memory for me?"

Dylan frowned slightly.

However, in fact, he used black magic on others simply to complete the task of spell refinement.

Or accomplish something, as long as you achieve your goal.

He was not like Umbridge, who could experience that kind of abnormal pleasure in torturing others.

Maybe there would be a little excitement - but it was obviously not enough to become a happy memory for him.

Dylan couldn't help but sigh silently: "It's not a good thing to take everything lightly."

Dylan glanced at his system panel.

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[Name]: Dylan Hawkwood
[Magic]: Blazing Fire Curse, Happy Curse, Bewitching Curse, Obliviate, Soul Stealing, Expel the Spirit, Shadows from the Dark Mist, Return of the Dead, Flock of Birds, Shadowless Sharpshooter, Legilimency, Heart and Bones, Soul Stealing, Resurrection of the Corpse, Parasitic Possession, Foul Flower, Bull Knot, Bat Curse, Ur-Cthulhu, Avada Kedavra, Grinning Hula La, Occlumency, Mnemosyne's Veil—

[Features]: Quick Meditation, Eyes of the End Snake, Dementor's Kiss (Level 50 Wizard Version), Pet Ability Control, Pressure of the Nether Mantis, Spell Continuous Fire x——

[Items]: Shadow Ring, Wand of Authority, Pet Space Suitcase——

【Money】: 9021 Gold Galleons——

[Pet]: Coal Ball (Black Shadow), Norbeta (Norwegian Ridgeback)

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For Dylan, Dementor's Kiss, like the End Serpent's Eyes, is listed in the Characteristics column.

Obviously the system does not recognize it as a kind of magic.

Dylan could understand.

Looking at the series of abilities on the panel.

Dylan's mouth curled up slightly.

"From this panel, any spell I cast can transform me into someone like Lockhart. With so much magic added to me, and so many unique traits, even the spells have been refined to have different properties."

Dylan was satisfied: "What can Xiao Fuzi use to fight me?"

Of course, recalling the Voldemort skill library that I had seen at that time.

The magic Dylan knows now is still too short.

The only difference is that the skills he displayed in the first half of the panel are basically full-level spells.

Although Voldemort knew many spells, many of them were just dark magic that he had researched himself, and his proficiency in them was not very high.

Voldemort can only master those spells that are powerful and outstanding.

"No, I was satisfied too early. Apart from anything else, even though Xiao Fuzi is extremely proficient in black magic, his skill set is much more extensive than mine, not to mention Old Dumbledore."

In fact, in addition to white magic, Dumbledore might even be as proficient in some dark spells as Voldemort.

"Looks like I still need to practice."

Dylan thought of Tom in the diary and a smile appeared on his lips again.

"This little Riddle is at his most rational point right now. I asked him to teach me some spells. Even if he wanted to trick me, he wouldn't consider my affinity for the Dark Arts. Even if he was given a wrong technique, I could still force myself to follow it."

Dylan collected his thoughts for a moment, then looked at the achievement reward he had not yet received.

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Achievement: A pretty perfect second grade
[Description]: Another school year has come to an end. Although your college has not yet won the college cup, this is already a foregone conclusion.

[Light up requirements]: The subject is recognized by the professor and Gryffindor wins the house cup.

[Achievement Reward]: Logical Thinking Ability +5, Magic Power +5, Mental Power +5
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【Achievement】: Seems to be the first in the grade
[Description]: Although there has been no assessment, your strong competitor Hermione has not studied for so long. Even if she takes the exam, she will definitely not be able to beat you who studies hard every day from dawn to dusk.

[Highlight requirement]: At the end of the semester, still maintain the first place.

[Achievement Reward]: Voldemort's random ability +1
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Two ordinary skills.

Dylan's face darkened.

"Not taking the exam really made my reward worse!"

He sighed deeply again.

Dylan didn't know what to do about it.

But at least you can always draw a wave of rewards, but the problem is...

This old bastard Voldemort has a very deep skill pool.

If he draws randomly, he may not get anything useful, and he might even get a piece of junk!
Dylan thought about it and decided that it always helps to have more skills.

It's a free spell after all.

"It would be hilarious if I could do that."

Dylan will withdraw the reward.

next moment.

The scene before his eyes changed again.

Dylan looked at a group of masked Death Eaters, raised his hand, and slashed a few marks on these ugly people.

——And then it ended.

[News]: Congratulations on obtaining the maximum level spell - Noxsignum (Dark Mark)!

Look at the system prompts.

Dylan's eyelids twitched again.

He had considered that it was not an easy task to pick out useful spells from Voldemort's vast skill library.

But he didn't expect that he would draw out such a useless spell!

In fact, the reappearance of bones that he mastered at the beginning was equivalent to the Dark Mark to a certain extent.

However, the ability of corpses to reappear.

It wasn't just a skull that released a Dark Mark deep into the sky.

It also has a certain effect of shocking other souls.

But this Dark Mark really just casts a marking effect on other people.

"Never mind. I'll just treat it as a tracking spell."

Dylan consoled himself.

In fact, this spell is quite practical in terms of positioning.

Especially if you want to go after someone.

If you use a set of skills on the opponent, he will catch up with you from a huge distance.

——The premise is that he can throw it.

And Dylan sensed it a little bit.

Ten thousand eight thousand miles seems a bit far.

Beyond ten kilometers, the spell will basically automatically become ineffective.

Dylan rubbed his temple.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's just a spell after all, and it's maxed out. I can definitely use this skill to draw inferences from one instance. At least the knowledge is mine!"

After brainwashing himself for a while, Dylan finally felt a lot more relieved.

Lying in bed.

Dylan thought about the situation Hogwarts would encounter next year from the experiment he was about to conduct.

"Speaking of which, Sirius Lance should be out by next school year, and by then the Ministry of Magic will send Dementors to patrol around Hogwarts."

Dylan suddenly became excited when he thought of this.

"Although I have mastered the Dementor's Kiss, it is only the first-level wizard version. Does this mean that I may be able to transform into a Dementor in the future?"

"Furthermore, when I use the Dementor's Kiss, whether in terms of the efficiency and speed of absorbing the other person's beautiful memories and soul, or the negative and repressed emotions I emit when using this ability, it is far inferior to that of a real Dementor."

"So is there any chance I could capture a Dementor and study it?"

Dylan didn't think he was incapable of catching the Dementors.

Dementors are essentially evil and dark magical creatures. They have no real body. Although they cannot be directly called souls, they are obviously a kind of spirit.

In this case, Dylan's abilities of stealing the voice of the residual soul, expelling the spirit, returning the dead soul, seizing the soul, and glaring at Cthulhu...

All of these may have an impact on the Dementors, or even harm them.

As for the other spells, Dylan couldn't be sure.

But when he mastered Urgency, the vision clearly showed that the Dementors did not dare to approach him at all.

Dylan believed that this spell could definitely restrain the Dementors.

By then, even if he didn't master the Guardian Guard.

But as long as there is a spell that can affect the Dementors, Dylan is confident that he can catch them.

"But to prevent these strange creatures from causing too much impact in my space, after capturing them, I should probably use Urgency Cthulhu to torment them for a few days and nights, just like I did with Tom."

By then, these Dementors will surely be afraid of him.

And with fear, it is undoubtedly much easier to control these strange things.

“You can write it down first.”

Dylan smacked his lips.

Dementors eat souls.

Karsus is also a singer of death.

Then the Dementors obey Karthus.

Become the messenger of death.

This should be a very reasonable thing, right?
Dylan nodded to himself.

"Nothing could be more right than this."

Dylan thought again, "Besides, when the Quidditch World Cup comes, those Death Eaters will show up. I'll probably catch a few of them and use them as test subjects, won't I?"

Lockhart alone is not enough.

At that time, in order to prevent these Death Eaters from causing damage in his pet space.

He wanted to make them his experimental subjects, but he couldn't just kill them with a few Unforgivable Curses.

Then necessary supervision is absolutely necessary.

——Dementors are used to being jailers anyway.

After becoming his messenger, continue to pick up the previous work and do it.

Isn’t this our old job?

Then Dylan can use Dementors to help him monitor the Death Eaters.

Later, as Dylan's demand for experimental subjects grew, he even captured Death Eaters and Dark wizards.

There also needs to be supervision.

——Wizards are no more obedient than spiders and cockroaches.

Using Dementors as monitors is absolutely perfect.

It can even be called perfect!

"By the time I'm in my third year, I'll be able to apply for a Time Converter. That's another killer weapon."

Hermione used the time-turner to take Harry back to the past and rescue Buckbeak.

Dylan really wanted to study how this thing worked.

Dylan pushed the thoughts out of his mind.

There was even a hint of pale sky outside the window.

"I can't hold it in any longer, but luckily, tomorrow morning, Old Dumbledore has approved that all students don't have to attend classes. It looks like we'll have another whole afternoon of History of Magic."

This sleep can be made up!

(End of this chapter)