Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 53 How could I learn the dark arts, Professor?
"Professor Quirrell..."

Professor Flitwick coughed dryly.

Quirrell graduated from Ravenclaw, and Professor Flitwick also graduated from Ravenclaw.

As they graduated from the same college and even served as professors at Hogwarts, he was naturally very clear about Quirrell's usual teaching level.

However, no young wizard would ever say to his face how poor Professor Quirrell's teaching quality was. Now that one suddenly popped up, he felt a little embarrassed.

Dylan blinked. He had spoken too quickly and hadn't reacted quickly. Now that he realized something, he quickly continued speaking.

"Professor Flitwick, the book simply states that the Fiery Blaze is a powerful Dark Magic spell. Besides a counter-spell that can neutralize it, a Finishing Spell even more powerful than the Stopping Spell is necessary."

Dylan's gaze fell on Professor Flitwick. "And if used by a single individual, the power of All Curses Ending isn't very strong, and it can only temporarily block the Grimfire Curse."

Professor Flitwick listened quietly to Dylan's words, then asked, "What you said is very correct. Do you know how the Myriad Curses can block the Fiery Curse?"

Dylan nodded gently. "Although All Mantras Ends has the effect of ending and limiting the influence of all magic, it is a very powerful counterattack spell."

"But the Fiery Curse is also an extremely powerful black magic, which causes it to have the effect of burning everything. All the substances attached to the Fiery Curse will only burn out on their own after they are completely burned out."

"Therefore, the Ten Thousand Curses will only be able to contain the Fierce Fire and wait for it to extinguish on its own. In fact, there is no way to truly counter the Fierce Fire Curse."

Professor Flitwick looked at Dylan in surprise. He didn't expect that he had such a deep understanding of this advanced and unconventional spell.

However, during his usual communication with the little wizard, he had already felt Dylan's intelligence, so after being slightly surprised, he began to ponder.

"Regarding the counter-spell to the Fiery Blaze... I actually don't think you'll have a chance to see this spell in the next few decades—under normal circumstances."

Professor Flitwick seemed a little hesitant. After all, this involved Dark Magic. Even if it was just a counter-curse, as a professor of Charms, not Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was too early for him to teach a first-year wizard this way...

"But if you really want to learn and understand more, it might help you understand other spells."

Professor Flitwick thought for a moment before saying, "It's getting late. Even if I were willing to teach you, now is not the time. You should go back first. I'll tell you the answer when we meet next time."

Dylan saw that Professor Flitwick had agreed, and although he did not agree immediately, he still smiled and bowed slightly to the professor.

"Thank you, Professor. Thank you for your guidance. Merry Christmas!"

"Hahaha!" Professor Flitwick smiled and waved his hand. "Although today is not Christmas yet, it's the same for you."

Professor Flitwick places great importance on courtesy and respect.

Dylan was very much to his liking in terms of academic progress, intelligence, and politeness.

Dylan said goodbye to Professor Flitwick, thinking in his mind.

"I have already told Professor Flitwick that I want to learn the counter-spells of the Dark Arts. I'm afraid it won't be long before all the professors know about this."

Walk down the corridor.

The corridor was still bitterly cold with the draft blowing through it.

After thinking for a moment, he thought that he might as well take advantage of this time to visit other professors.

Like Snape...

"What? You want to learn the counter-spell to the Fiery Curse?"

A low and surprised voice was heard, and the window glass of Professor Snape's office was rattling in the biting cold wind.

Looking at Dylan with a sincere face in front of him, Snape narrowed his eyes.

"No, I've already mentioned this to Professor Flitwick. This time, I just wanted to ask you if there's any other way to extinguish the Fiery Curse."

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

Snape looked Dylan up and down, and considering the strange feeling he had felt since he saw the troll's corpse last time, he suddenly said, "Are you secretly learning the Dark Arts?"

Dylan's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of surprise appeared on his face. "Ah? Why do you suddenly ask that? How did I end up learning the Dark Arts, Professor?"

"I am indeed somewhat interested in the dark arts, because I want to know what the difference is between dark magic and normal spells."

"But unfortunately, I've read a lot of books in the library, but I haven't found a book that provides detailed explanations of black magic."

"Hey! Moreover, after seeing the Grim Fire Curse in the book, I also want to study what the difference is between this spell and the Blazing Fire, or even the Fire God's Way."

Seeing Dylan talking so eloquently, Professor Snape regained his composure slightly.

"Instead of bothering with researching the counter-spell for the Fiery Curse, it would be better to prepare some Acromantula venom."

Professor Snape snorted lightly, and every word he spoke had a cold texture.

"Oh?"

But his words made Dylan's eyes light up.

"Professor, are you saying that the venom of the Acromantula can also be used to extinguish the Fiendish Flame?"

He is indeed the old black magician.

There's something in my stomach!

"That's right, but if you really meet Fiendfyre, that tiny bit of giant spider venom will only make you die faster."

Dylan nodded in agreement.

He really didn't know that the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider could restrain the fierce fire.

It seems that he really needs to take some time out to hunt some giant eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

Dylan originally wanted to ask Professor Snape for advice, so he went to talk to the next professor.

But now I'm here.

Dylan stayed in Professor Snape's office for quite a while before being impatiently driven away by him.

"boom!"

It wasn't until the door slammed behind him that Dylan touched his nose.

"Christmas is almost here, and we don't have classes, so why can't you talk to me more?"

He couldn't help shaking his head and walked slowly towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Strangely enough, Professor McGonagall wasn't in her office.

Dylan knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

"Huh? Has he gone back to rest?"

Dylan checked the time. It was a little after nine in the evening, almost ten.

"Well, we can only wait until tomorrow."

Without finding Professor McGonagall, Dylan couldn't run to Old Man Dumbledore and ask him to teach him the counter-spells of dark magic.

Besides, it was really late and tomorrow was Christmas, so he didn't plan to continue reading. Instead, he slowly walked back to the dormitory.

(End of this chapter)