Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 36 Do you know what’s even more exciting?

"Dylan, aren't you surprised at all? That's a three-headed dog!" Ron pouted and looked at Dylan.

Dylan paused as he was about to drink his milk and blinked his eyelashes twice. "Huh? How could that be? I'm so surprised!"

Gudu Gudu~
He tilted his head back slightly and drank big gulps of milk.

By the time he put down the cup, there was a circle of light milk stains on his lips.

Dylan extended the tip of his tongue and lightly swept it along his lips, then picked up the fork and prepared to take an omelet to eat.

Seeing his leisurely appearance, Ron couldn't help but put his hands on the table and sat up straight.

"Oh my god, Dylan!"

His sudden rise in voice caused many of the students around him to look at him sideways.

Ron paused, stiffened, and then shrank back again, lowering his head and moving as close to Dylan as possible.

"A three-headed dog! I mean, it's a three-headed dog! Aren't you curious about how powerful it is?"

Dylan glanced at the silly kid and smacked his lips twice.

"The headmaster has already said that you absolutely cannot go to those places. You will die there. So even if there are Dementors trapped there, it's not impossible... You know what Dementors are, right?"

"Even if there are no Dementors, you mentioned there are three-headed dogs, so there might be other creatures like basilisks, trolls, or something like that."

"I'm really surprised that you guys came back safe and sound. I really am."

Dylan was afraid that Ron wouldn't believe him, so he added another sentence at the end.

Ron's expression seemed to have been paused. After a moment of silence, he blinked rapidly.

He curled his lips, scratched the back of his head with one hand, rubbed his feet back and forth on the ground, and lowered his head: "But last night was really exciting."

Dylan smiled and said, "You know what's even more exciting?"

Ron, holding a crispy sausage in his mouth, looked at him: "What?"

"The three-headed dog possesses infinite strength. Even an iron gate would be shattered by its impact."

"It also possesses strong magical resistance, being almost immune to most spells, and has an incredible bite force."

"Even if it were the scales of a Hungarian Horntail, it could bite through them in one bite. If I had to describe it..."

Dylan's half-smiley gaze fell on the sausage in Ron's mouth.

"Is it crunchy when you chew it? It's the same when it eats you."

"When it holds you in its mouth, the first thing you hear is a popping sound. That's the sound of your body being bitten through, like a balloon being popped."

"Of course, while its middle head is holding you, the heads on the sides won't be idle either."

"The left head will bite your head off, and the right head will stuff your legs into its mouth."

"It will only take a moment for your three-headed body to meet in the throat and then enter the stomach together."

Ron stared at Dylan's opening and closing mouth, his eyes bulging, the color draining from his face, and his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"vomit……"

Ron retched and quickly spat out half of the sausage in his mouth, but there were still a few pieces of sausage crumbs hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Harry saw the sausage crumbs on the corner of Ron's mouth, swallowed, and calmly withdrew his hand that was about to take a sausage to eat.

"Actually, I think... Hermione isn't as bad as Ron said. She could have just abandoned us yesterday, but she still helped us a lot in the end. Even being able to get into that locked door was almost entirely thanks to Hermione. She's really smart." Harry tried to put the matter of the three-headed dog aside.

Ron also quickly put down the sausage in his hand.

He glanced at Hermione beside him, and the corners of his mouth almost turned up to the sky.

He obviously disagreed with Harry's statement, and said with a red face, "In fact, if she hadn't opened that door, how could we have encountered that big guy?"

"That three-headed dog is really dangerous! Dylan said it would eat us up like sausages!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and had the urge to pull out her thickest book and throw it directly at Ron's head.

"It's a pity there's no history class today, otherwise that book on the history of magic would be very handy."

She snorted and glared at Ron: "In fact, if it weren't for me, you would have been caught by the professor and expelled in disgrace!"

Ron snorted and was about to retort.

Seeing that Dylan no longer wanted to pay attention to them, he quickly changed the subject again.

"I remember the day Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley, and he took out a small cloth bag. That was the day Gringotts was attacked by someone."

After experiencing last night's actions, Harry couldn't help but have some doubts. The three-headed dog was placed in the restricted area. It must be guarding something, and it was very likely the thing brought out by Hagrid!
"But what exactly is that thing?"

Ron was attracted by Harry's words and started muttering along with him.

But the two of them thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what it could be.

Finally, both of them turned their attention to Dylan.

Of course Dylan knew what Hagrid had taken out, a Philosopher's Stone that, in his opinion, was not very useful.

The most magical effect of the Philosopher's Stone is to make the elixir of life.

However, with the help of this elixir of immortality, even if one can live long enough, the body will become decayed in just three to five hundred years.

Eventually, even shaking hands could result in a broken bone.

Dylan simply disdains this painful way of living.

In his opinion, magic potions must be able to create a more stable and perfect elixir of life without the need for the Philosopher's Stone.

It’s just that the wizards today haven’t figured out the refining method yet.

Dylan believed that as long as he brewed the potion a thousand times, he could feel the different colors of the potion rolling out of the crucible, taste the bitterness of success or failure, and feel the pungent or strange smells.

With his talent in potions increasing through the achievement system, he will definitely be able to open up a new path to immortality.

But he is only ten years old now, and acquiring more magical knowledge is his top priority.

As for immortality?
Voldemort be damned, it was not time for him to consider such a thing.

Instead, Dumbledore can start to think about it.

"Dylan, what do you think that thing could be?"

Seeing these two guys looking at him with wet eyes like puppies.

Dylan resisted the urge to pet Ron and Harry's heads and put down his fork.

"If you consider that Hagrid placed that thing in a restricted area and guarded it with a three-headed dog, it must be something very valuable."

(End of this chapter)