Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 82 Can you really walk through walls? Malfoy: Today is my night of reckoning!
"Malfoy, of course!"

Dylan's gaze moved around among them, then retracted: "You haven't forgotten that Malfoy will report this to the professor, have you?"

"But you've already put the dragon away. Professor Malfoy can't trust you unless you can find him, right?" Hermione said.

"That's true, but we still have to give Malfoy the illusion that we're going to send the dragon away."

"Otherwise, if we do nothing and Malfoy believes we must have a dragon, won't he always cause trouble for us?"

Harry nodded vigorously after hearing this: "Dylan is right, he really knows how to cause trouble!"

"So what are we going to do?" Ron asked.

"It's very simple. You and Harry pretend to chat and let Malfoy hear you. You write a letter to your brother, asking him to send the dragon away. Then he will naturally try to stop you."

Dylan smiled softly. "As for us, we don't need to do anything. Even if Malfoy asks us later, we must first absolutely deny the existence of dragons."

"Besides, when he goes to great lengths to find out if there's still a dragon in Hagrid's place and he doesn't see Arnold anymore, he'll naturally think we've sent the dragon away."

Ron blinked. "So you still need me to deliver a letter to my brother?"

"..."

Dylan, Hermione, and Harry all glanced at him and said, "Of course not!"

Hermione showed a helpless expression: "Dylan means that you don't need to do anything."

Ron was puzzled: "But didn't Dylan just tell me to pretend to chat with Harry so that Malfoy could hear?"

Hermione: "...Yes, that's all you need to do."

Ron nodded heavily: "Okay!"

Wait until you get back.

Dylan assigned tasks to Harry and Ron, and when he returned to the dormitory, he took advantage of the fact that no one was in the dormitory to feel the new characteristics he had acquired.

"Pet ability control..."

As Dylan's mind moved, his eyes closed slightly and his consciousness began to explore inward.

Soon, he came into contact with a special power that was closely connected to him. This power vaguely imprinted two shapes in his mind, one from each of his two pets.

Dylan first focused his attention on the black shadow that looked like a lynx.

Suddenly, Dylan felt a chill quietly growing in his heart.

When Dylan tried to absorb this power, it was as if tiny lines of ice were spreading throughout his body along his blood vessels and meridians.

Immediately afterwards, Dylan clearly felt the weight of his own body, as if it was being pulled away invisibly, and gradually became light and illusory.

He raised his hand and "saw" his body slowly fade away in the darkness, his outline becoming increasingly blurred, as if it was about to merge with the surrounding shadows.

Coal Ball, which was standing next to him, was waiting for Dylan to pick it up, sweeping its tail from time to time.

As a result, he saw that his master suddenly turned into a black mass just like himself.

Its originally half-closed eyes suddenly widened, its two pointed ears stood up high, its body half raised, its head tilted, and its vertical pupils were full of shock.

"Moo?"

Dylan didn't pay attention to Coal Ball's reaction, but was concentrating on feeling the changes brought about by the power of shadow.

"It's amazing."

He stood up and walked to the door of the room. He was about to touch the door directly with his hand, but he changed his mind.

What if someone passing by outside sees it?
After pondering for a moment, he turned back to his window and reached out to touch his bed.

Easily and without hindrance, his arm passed through his bed.

Dylan was not obstructed at all, as if the bed in front of him did not exist at all.

"So, the ability to control a pet also consumes one's own mental energy?"

Dylan clearly felt a sense of mental fatigue as his arm crossed the bed.

And as long as he keeps moving across the bed, his mental energy will continue to be severely consumed.

Dylan pulled his hand back.

His tense mental strength relaxed instantly.

However, even maintaining this shadow state requires a consumption of mental energy.

Dylan slowly released the ability to continue controlling Wuying.

Immediately, he completely let go of the stone in his heart, paused for a moment, and adjusted his disordered breathing and excited mind.

"It seems that I can't use my pet's abilities as I please and without restrictions."

After calming down, Dylan felt that this was reasonable.

Not to mention the law of conservation of energy, even the energy of the Philosopher's Stone that can make the elixir of life and turn stone into gold is not infinite.

It was enough that he could use the power of magical creatures without resorting to magic.

After all, he is not a magical creature, so it is normal to have limitations.

If he could really use his pet's abilities without restraint and endlessly, Dylan would have to be wary.

Because if he does that, as he continues to use his pet's abilities, his will might be eroded by them, and he might end up thinking of himself as a black shadow or a giant dragon.

"Right now, Arnold is just a little dragon, and he doesn't have any specific abilities. I don't know what he can control with his abilities, or what he can control to produce."

Dylan thought about it, closed his eyes, and tried to control Arnold's power again.

In an instant, Dylan felt a hot and powerful feeling burning in his body.

"So hot!"

Dylan felt as if he was wrapped in a wave of scorching heat.

His chest felt hot, and an irresistible urge came from his throat and eyes.

He opened his mouth subconsciously, and a strong burning sensation surged from the depths of his throat, as if a ball of fire was trying to escape from his mouth.

Dylan thought he was going to burst into a ball of blazing flames, and he had already raised his wand, ready to put out the flames at any moment.

However, when he opened his mouth and exhaled forcefully, what came out of his throat was not the raging fire he had imagined, but a cloud of thick black smoke.

"Hiccup~"

Then, a black smoke with a burnt smell came out of his mouth, making Dylan frown.

He quickly stopped using Arnold's ability, and the burning sensation in his body disappeared instantly.

Looking at the black fog and polluted air in front of him, Dylan couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

"Tornado!"

Immediately, a powerful wind suddenly erupted with him as the center, turning into a swift whirlwind.

The whirlwind swept the surrounding air with irresistible force, diverting all the black smoke and dull and foul smell out of the window.

Under the influence of this strong wind, some small objects in the dormitory were blown all over the place, and papers were flying wildly in the air. Dylan didn't care, just made sure these things didn't fly out of the window.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, the polluted air was swept away.

Then, a breath of fresh air blew towards me.

Dylan took a deep breath, feeling the coolness flow through his nose and into his lungs, and his whole body couldn't help but feel refreshed. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction and let out a long sigh: "Comfortable!"

Looking at the chaotic situation around him, Dylan casually waved his wand: "Reparo (Restore to the original state)!"

Magic power gushed out from the end of Dylan's staff, occupying the entire dormitory at an extremely fast speed.

The papers that were originally flying around suddenly stopped, as if they were given independent consciousness. They floated up in the air in an orderly manner, arranged neatly, and then gently fell back onto the table.

Some scattered little gadgets also jumped and flew towards their designated locations.

The pen was inserted into the pen holder with a "whoosh", and the eraser rolled obediently to its own corner.

In just a short moment, the dormitory, which was a little messy due to the whirlwind spell, became neat and tidy again.

Seeing this scene, Dylan nodded with satisfaction.

"Although for now, I can't directly spit out flames when controlling Arnold's ability, but..."

Dylan recalled the feeling he had just had when he had commanded the power of the dragon.

It was a very strange feeling, as if all the magic in the world could not work on him.

That feeling made Dylan involuntarily swell up. Even if Voldemort stood in front of him and used Avada Kedavra on him, he didn't want to dodge at all.

"But only a fool wouldn't hide." Although Dylan was inflated by the dragon's power, he was clear-headed and could see through everything.

I won't really take the damage just because I think my magic resistance is high enough.

"Moo! Moo!"

Coal Ball jumped to Dylan, tilted his little head back and mooed at him.

Dylan touched it and said, "From now on, we can walk through walls together."

"Moo?" Coal Ball tilted his head.

Two days later, Dylan learned new knowledge step by step, hanging out in the library and professors' offices.

One afternoon after class, when we were eating in the restaurant.

Harry and Ron ran over to him in high spirits.

"Done!" Ron said impatiently, winking at Dylan.

Dylan looked at the two of them. "Is it true?"

Harry nodded heavily: "It really worked!"

Ron lowered his voice and said, "Harry and I took advantage of Malfoy's presence to secretly discuss the dragon issue, and he fell for it!"

"Now that I think about it, I want to laugh at the ridiculous look on his face, pretending to be doing something while actually eavesdropping on our conversation!"

Dylan asked again, "So what time did you reveal it to him? Was it today?"

Ron nodded repeatedly. "That's right! When I saw Malfoy running over to eavesdrop, I took the opportunity to tell Harry that my brother would send someone to take the dragon away today! I even told him the address: it's right on the edge of the Forbidden Forest!"

Dylan nodded slightly. "In that case, there's no need to worry about it anymore. You can completely forget about Arnold, because I won't show it to you in Hogwarts for no reason."

Ron's expression froze, and he suddenly became a little discouraged: "Is it not possible to do it secretly?"

"No." Dylan didn't give Ron any hope.

After all, it was against the law for him to keep a dragon as a pet privately.

He didn't want to confront the Ministry of Magic over this matter.

He only knew the three maximum-level Unforgivable Curses and a few maximum-level dark magics, but that didn't mean he wanted to stay in Azkaban.

Of course, even if the Ministry of Magic knew that he was raising a dragon, although it was against the law, would they forgive him just because he was just a small wizard? This was not something Dylan had to consider.

Whether it's against the law or not, wouldn't it be better if we don't get caught?
As long as it's not said you can't do it, you can do it.

If you are told not to do something, then do it secretly!

The bold will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation. This saying applies everywhere.

"Oh! What sad news!" Ron came excitedly and left dejectedly.

Of course—I left after eating.

Dylan didn't dwell on the matter.

After dinner, he went to see Professor McGonagall for extra lessons.

When it was getting late, he returned to the dormitory and fell asleep.

This time he didn't hold the coal briquettes.

Because ever since he sent Coal Ball into the pet space and let it stay with Arnold, the little guy didn't want to come out.

Dylan was heartbroken.

But he could only hug his pillow and fall into a deep sleep.

……

Until the dead of night.

A corner of Hogwarts.

The moonlight shines through the stained glass windows, casting patches of light and shadow on the stone floor of the corridor.

Malfoy sneaked out of the dormitory, holding a lantern tightly in his hand. The faint light danced on his pale face, reflecting the tension and excitement in his eyes.

"This time, I must teach Harry and the others a severe lesson!"

He crouched down, taking every step carefully and moving his feet gently, for fear that his boots would make noise due to friction with the ground.

The light from the lantern swayed slightly with his movements, casting distorted and irregular shadows on the wall.

Liquidation, must be liquidated!
Tonight is his reckoning!
"Stupid Harry, and stupid Ron who's like a slug of slime! They just reveal the secret again and again!"

Malfoy felt so excited that he wanted to laugh.

He had to go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest immediately to stop Harry and the others from taking the dragon cub away!

Just this once, he could use this leverage to get hold of Harry and force him to stay away from those shady idiots!

At that time, he could show mercy and not let Harry be his younger brother, but make him a friend of Draco Lucius Malfoy!
Just as Malfoy was imagining that he could become friends with Harry in the future, he turned a corridor and was about to speed up his pace.

However, a familiar and majestic figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and he almost bumped into him.

Malfoy paused and looked at Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a long robe and a hairnet, with a tall, thin and straight figure, and a strong outline outlined by the moonlight.

At this moment, he had his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he was holding a lamp in his hand, staring at him sternly.

"M-Professor McGonagall?"

Professor McGonagall's face was tense. She suddenly reached out and twisted Malfoy's ear.

"Do you know what time it is now? You're not sleeping in the dormitory, but you're sneaking out and wandering around - how dare you!"

Professor McGonagall's stern voice echoed through the corridor.

"And you had the audacity to carry a lantern!"

(End of this chapter)