Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 87: Beat up Voldemort! Little Voldemort, you are nothing but this~

"Turn around now, you idiot!"

Voldemort, who possessed Quirrell, spoke in a hoarse voice, forcibly controlled Quirrell's body, and turned around.

Then he stretched out his skinny hands and took off the headscarf on his head.

From a distance, Dylan felt that the headscarf must be extremely smelly.

It’s a good thing Voldemort doesn’t have a nose.

Otherwise, wouldn’t he be suffocated to death?
When the headscarf was taken off and the bald back of the head was exposed, an ugly human face was revealed.

"Freguis!"

With a sudden swing of his arm, the counter-magic force of the Fierce Fire Curse gathered from all directions with him as the center, blocking him in front.

The blazing fire rushed over, but it was like hitting an invisible cold wall. The moment it came into contact, the flames quickly melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Humph, that's all!"

The madly burning fire dimmed until only a dragon's tail remained.

However, just when Voldemort thought he had easily dissolved the fierce fire, the dragon's tail suddenly twisted and changed.

Although the flames seemed to be blown violently by a gust of wind, and were constantly swaying and shrinking, they were not completely extinguished!
"hold head high!"

The Fiery Dragon struggled tenaciously, its roar was deafening, and the remaining flames were still burning. Finally, it turned into a small dragon and rushed straight towards Voldemort.

"What? How could someone possibly master this level of the Fierce Fire Curse?!"

Seeing this, Voldemort showed a hint of shock in his narrow, snake-like eyes.

He didn't have time to think about it, and could only awkwardly control Quirrell's body and pounce into the distance.

Quirrell also felt the heat coming from behind him and instinctively wanted to control his body to avoid it.

However, Voldemort was also forcibly controlling his body, which caused his body to appear extremely uncoordinated under the control of two consciousnesses.

Sometimes he staggered to the left, sometimes he panicked and moved to the right.

"You idiot!"

Voldemort was so angry that his nose itched and he felt like it was going to grow a new nose.

He swung his wand violently and quickly moved several meters away.

"Boom!"

The Fiery Dragon, which was several times smaller, crashed to the ground, and the flames spread, but it rushed towards Voldemort again.

"Freguis!"

Voldemort waved his wand again.

The counter-curse of the Fierce Fire Curse was cast, and finally completely extinguished the remaining Fierce Fire.

"Tsk tsk, little Voldemort is just like that!"

Dylan hid under his invisibility cloak, looking at Voldemort's miserable appearance, and laughed so hard that his chest shook.

If Quirrell used other magic to fight him, he might not be able to win, but... compared to dark magic?

Even Voldemort now is no match for him!
"Master, I already know his location, leave the rest to me!"

Quirrell raised his voice.

Voldemort cursed: "Then do it quickly! You fool!"

Quirrell quickly wrapped his turban back up.

Watching the conversation between the master and servant, Dylan laughed out loud.

"Is Voldemort really the Dark Lord? When it comes to scolding people, he's even worse than Professor Snape! He's just an idiot throughout the whole thing."

He raised his wand slightly and cast a voice-changing spell on himself.

"So you are Voldemort? Little Voldemort, it seems you are nothing more than that!"

Quirrell had just tied his turban when he was startled by Dylan's rough voice, but he quickly realized that the other party was just imitating Voldemort's voice.

"How dare you! You know who my master is, and you still dare to imitate his voice?"

"Jie Jie Jie~"

Dylan laughed out loud. "You two, master and servant, are so stupid! Your brain capacity is probably not as much as your earwax, right?"

"In my opinion, a donkey is enough to teach you and your master!"

"What did you say? You dare to insult my master? Who the hell are you? You're such a coward! You don't even dare to show your face, how dare you say that!!"

Dylan snorted coldly, "Your master's face is as ugly as an expired can of herrings, or like he lost his balance on a broomstick and fell against the wall. His face must have been in a traffic accident. And he's worthy of my presence?"

Quirrell nearly broke his teeth.

Why is this person cursing so dirty?

Which Death Eater had betrayed them?

How dare he speak so arrogantly after meeting his master?!
"You must die here. I won't let you ruin my master's plan!"

Quirrell's eyes were red, he swung his wand violently, and roared.

"Avada Kedavra!"

An extremely evil aura burst out, cold and sticky, and along with a dazzling green light, it sprayed from the tip of his wand and headed straight for Dylan.

"Hmm, the spell power is scattered and the fluctuations are disordered. With your level, you dare to show it to others and embarrass yourself?"

Dylan stood still facing the killing curse that was as ferocious as a vicious snake, without any intention of dodging.

He raised his wand gently, the movement smooth and decisive.

“Avada Kedavra.”

A green light also shot out from the tip of his wand, but it was even more dazzling and evil, and it rushed towards Quirrell's killing curse.

Two green lights collided violently in mid-air. In an instant, a violent energy fluctuation erupted in the air, accompanied by a shrill scream. Green light overflowed and the surrounding space was distorted.

"Boom!"

The two killing curses dissipated with a bang, but the green light emitted by Dylan still remained and rushed towards Quirrell. Quirrell glared and dodged quickly.

"What kind of dark wizard are you?!"

Quirrell gritted his teeth and glanced at the unicorn next to him, which was still alive and had blood full of malice and curses flowing all over the ground.

Damn it! Damn it!
This abominable dark wizard, after seeing his masters, did not kneel on the ground and kowtow to them!

Kill them instead?!

Does he want to be the new Dark Lord?!

After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth.

"You ignorant fool! When my master is fully resurrected, I will definitely make you pay!"

When Quirrell finished speaking, Dylan raised his eyebrows.

The other party seemed to be about to run away.

"That won't do. I haven't completed the Cruciatus Curse refinement task yet."

Quirrell seemed to be preparing his magic to leave.

The next moment, his body gradually dissipated and turned into a thick black smoke.

Dylan extended the wand of the Invisibility Cloak and leaned forward slightly.

"Crucio x 10!"

"Crucio x 10!"

"Crucio x 10!"

"Crucio x 10!"

"Crucio x 10!" Dylan didn't have time to release the black spells one by one, so he could only release fifty in a row.

In an instant, a series of dark green Cruciatus Curses shot out from the top of Dylan's spell and rushed towards the black smoke.

The spell drew a strange trajectory in the air, leaving a long tail of flame, and hit the target one after another.

"what--!!!"

Quirrell's scream instantly broke the silence, the sound was sharp and shrill.

Even though he had turned into black smoke, the pain was not relieved at all.

At the same time, Dylan even heard another voice.

"You're worse than a donkey! Ah! Go!"

The black smoke paused in pain, but did not stop. Instead, it sped up and disappeared completely into the depths of the forbidden forest in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, in the forbidden forest, dusk was falling, and the branches and leaves were intertwined, casting mottled black shadows.

After Dylan cast fifty Cruciatus Curses, his mental strength was also severely impacted.

Although he was now immune to the negative emotional effects of black magic, he could not avoid the mental damage that came with using powerful spells.

Dylan felt a sharp pain in his head, as if countless steel needles were piercing into it at the same time. His body swayed and he almost fell.

He raised his hand to hold the tree trunk next to him, closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

"It seems I can't study divination all the time recently. Every time I do divination, it consumes a lot of my mental energy. Now, just firing fifty Cruciatus Curses, plus the Fierce Fire Curse and the Killing Curse, gives me such a headache."

Dylan paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the surroundings, finally locking onto the unicorn lying on the ground.

He slowly approached the unicorn, his steps light.

At this moment, he still had the hateful aura of the black magic he had just cast on him.

Although he would not be affected, the haze lingering around him could be clearly sensed by other creatures.

Of course, this wasn't just an aura emanating from him.

Instead, it was the power of black magic lingering in this place that enveloped him.

After all, Dylan is not only mentally affected by black magic, but others are also unable to observe the power of black magic in him from the side.

The unicorn was just lying on the ground, watching the wand hanging in the air and the terrifying creature that had hurt it exchange dark magic.

In the end, the magic wand drove the bad guy away, but now this more terrifying guy seems to have his eyes on it...

A hint of moisture and despair flashed in the unicorn's eyes.

Its body trembled slightly and it tried to move to the side, but its weak body made it difficult to complete even simple movements. Its nostrils opened and closed rapidly, and it made a faint and panicked hissing sound.

Dylan blinked, twirling his exposed wand slightly.

The unicorn became even more frightened.

However, the next moment, a soft blue light flowed out from the tip of the wand.

The unicorn felt the light falling on its injured neck and was about to die, but it discovered that its wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood that had been flowing out gradually stopped.

The unicorn felt the pain easing and his eyes were obviously stunned. The fear in his eyes gradually faded away as his injuries improved.

This extremely evil and terrifying black wizard actually doesn't intend to kill it?
"Lulu?"

A trace of doubt and gratitude flashed in the unicorn's eyes, but it stopped struggling and lay quietly on the ground, allowing the magic wand hanging in the air to heal it completely.

Dylan squatted down, stretched out a hand from the invisible robe, gently stroked the unicorn's mane, and pulled some of it off.

"poor child."

This time, Dylan did not continue to use Voldemort's voice, but returned to his original voice.

Dylan wasn't afraid at all of someone using magic to trace the source and find out what was happening.

Because he can use magic to shield his body, and no one can detect any trace of the magic he uses.

This means that he can completely turn himself into a transparent person in the eyes of others!
The unicorn felt a slight pulling sensation on its back and was stunned. That tingling sensation was like its hair being pulled out?
Its gaze turned towards the palm in mid-air.

There was nothing in that hand.

Maybe it's an illusion...

"Son, I have a request."

child?

The unicorn lost a lot of blood and was quite weak because of Dylan's treatment, but its life was no longer in danger.

It raised its neck slightly and looked at the tender palm.

Listening to the voice of this human again...

Who is the child after all?

"Lulu!"

Dylan felt that the unicorn seemed to be no longer overly wary of him, so he touched its mane again.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. I just happen to need some of your horn and blood. It's very important to me, but I don't want blood that carries malice and curses. I wonder if you would be willing to give me some?"

The unicorn's big eyes narrowed.

Finally nodded.

Dylan raised his eyebrows when he got the permission.

"Then I'll do it? Don't worry, I'll only take a pinch of the horn. As for the blood... next time I come to the Forbidden Forest, if I have the chance to meet you again, you can give it to me then."

Dylan looked at the unicorn that had lost too much blood, although this magical creature had a strong ability to produce blood.

But after thinking about it, he decided not to bleed it right away.

On the contrary, this time he proposed not to take the other party's blood, and perhaps the unicorn's favor towards him would be further enhanced.

If I agree to let him take it next time, then one, two, three, maybe Unicorn will become his exclusive blood bank.

The unicorn was stunned.

It seemed that it didn't expect that this human would just brush it off so lightly when faced with its blood, and instead asked him to heal his wounds first and come back next time when there was a chance?
Isn’t this human afraid that it won’t show up next time and will just run away?
The unicorn looked at the pair of tender, childlike hands, with a hint of curiosity and affection in his eyes.

"Lulu~"

The unicorn raised its chin, then lowered it, pointing the horn on its head at Dylan.

Dylan understood what the unicorn meant, which was that it was time for him to take action.

He smiled slightly and suddenly took out a file.

Then he took out another bottle and slowly began to rub the horn on the unicorn's head.

"I can just take some horn scraps, which won't hurt you at all. Coincidentally, I can also help you beautify your horn. I'm quite good at beautifying things."

Dylan rubbed it left and right.

Soon, his bottle was almost half full.

The unicorn's horn also seemed to have shrunk a whole circle.

Dylan did not show the bottle in front of the unicorn, but kept it behind its head.

After doing all this, Dylan put the bottle away again and threw the file into the system panel.

He patted the unicorn's head: "Okay~"

Dylan paused, looking down at the large patches of unicorn blood on the grass that were filled with malice and curses and had not yet solidified.

"Little Unicorn, this malicious blood has already been shed, so why not let me take some? Don't worry, I won't drink it."

"L…L…L?”

The unicorn opened its eyes wide, as if to say, "You want this too?"
(End of this chapter)