Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 95 New Refined Feature - Cruciatus Hell, the task requires... to make the professor beg for mercy?

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey couldn't tell what was wrong with Scabbers. She said it might be because Scabbers was old."

Ron sighed.

"Scabbers is Percy's pet. I heard from the witch at the magical pet shop in Diagon Alley that ordinary mice don't live more than three years. Scabbers must be very old indeed."

His expression was a little sad.

"Oh! If Scabbers leaves, I don't know what kind of new pet I'll get."

Hermione glanced at him. "Are you sure Mrs. Weasley would buy it for you?"

Ron's expression became even sadder. "I don't know. Maybe my mom will find me a second-hand pet."

Dylan blinked at Ron's sad look.

After two seconds of silence, he softly comforted her, "Don't worry, I saw a fragment of the future in the crystal ball, and your mouse is still with you."

——And then he died soon after.

And with him around, this spotted cat won't die so easily.

After all, he was still counting on using this mouse to brush up on attributes and complete tasks.

"Ah? Really?" Ron was stunned, then looked up in surprise, "This must be true. I believe in your divination ability, Dylan!"

Hermione was a little surprised. "Some part of the future? How far into the future? Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or next month?"

Dylan smiled and said, "At least it will stay by Ron's side when we are in third grade."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Wow, a mouse can live that long? Isn't it secondhand?"

Ron glared at Hermione. "That just proves my Scabbers is a lucky mouse. Stop saying that!"

Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Harry suddenly covered his forehead with his hands: "Hiss!"

Everyone was stunned. Seeing Harry's expression which seemed to be in pain, Neville quickly asked, "Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Harry frowned slightly, as if he was enduring something. After a moment, he raised his head.

"I just feel some pain in my scar. I started feeling this way a long time ago, I mean before the exam."

Harry rubbed his forehead, but the discomfort only subsided slightly.

"At the time, I thought it was because of the pressure of reviewing with Hermione..."

Hermione's eyes widened.

Harry shrank his neck. "Then I realized that this wasn't the case, because the pain has been happening more frequently lately. This is definitely not just the stress of reviewing!"

"I thought it might be related to the dreams I have every night."

Dylan paused slightly: "Isn't it possible that I am still in your dream?"

Harry pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

Dylan's mouth twitched, and he looked at Harry. "But you could also think about it from another perspective. For example, the pain in your scar could be a sign of danger. Perhaps it's the mysterious man you're talking about taking action?"

"What?!" Ron was shocked.

Harry also immediately raised his head, blinking his eyes: "God, the You-Know-Who is taking action, what does he want to do?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you investigating the Philosopher's Stone earlier? So, I guess they might be planning to take action against it?"

Harry suddenly became excited and his words became a little stuttering: "Then, Dylan, can you use your prophetic ability to tell my fortune?"

"What's the divination?"

"Of course it's Volt—I mean, will the You-Know-Who's actions be successful?"

Dylan waved his hand and gave Harry a reassuring smile. "My divination skills aren't good enough to give me a precise and detailed answer, but I can predict the future."

"I believe that as long as you trust your heart and follow its guidance, your blessings are still to come."

"Blessing?" Harry was stunned, not quite understanding.

Dylan: "It's about your future fortune. Your fortune will be quite good in the future. Doesn't that mean the mysterious person's fortune will be bad?"

Harry nodded, not quite understanding. "That seems to make sense."

"Okay, let's go. Just because the exams are over doesn't mean things are going to get easy. I still have three spells to work on today."

Dylan turned and walked towards the restaurant.

——He was starving.

"Okay." Harry didn't know why, but after hearing what Dylan said, the scar on his forehead didn't hurt as much.

He rubbed it slightly, then put his hand down and was about to follow Dylan to the restaurant.

At this time, Neville passed by him and said in a firm voice, "Don't worry, although Dylan is only a first-year, he is much better than us! The professors all praise him. Even Professor Snape has become more tolerant of Gryffindor because of him."

Hermione interrupted, "You mean that every time Professor Snape gives Dylan extra points, he immediately finds some excuse to deduct double the points from Gryffindor?"

Neville's expression was still matter-of-fact: "At least Professor Snape gave Gryffindor extra points, didn't he?"

Hermione: "...If that's what you're going to say, then I have nothing to say."

Neville continued to look at Harry: "So, since Dylan said that you are very lucky, that blessing...what blessing is still to come, you can rest assured!"

After saying that, Neville ran behind Dylan with his chubby little legs.

"Dylan, thanks to the review guide you gave me recently, my exam went really well!"

"That's good."

Watching Dylan and Neville walking away, Harry was silent for a moment and his heart became firm.

Good! No matter what the mysterious man wants to do, he will stop him!
However, his resolute thoughts did not last long.

"What? Headmaster Dumbledore was summoned to London by the Ministry of Magic?!"

Harry suddenly became anxious again.

He listened to Dylan and did what his heart told him.

So while he was eating, he thought about it and decided to tell Professor Dumbledore about it.

But Professor McGonagall told him that the headmaster was not in the college today and would not be back until tomorrow at the earliest.

This made Harry feel upset again, and the scar on his forehead hurt even more.

After coming out of Professor McGonagall's office, Harry said to Ron: "This must be Quirrell's conspiracy!"

Hermione also nodded and said, "If Professor Dumbledore is here, Quirrell won't be able to succeed, but if the headmaster is not here..."

Ron frowned. "If Professor Dumbledore isn't here, how can we possibly deal with an adult wizard? Why don't we tell Dylan about this?"

Harry sighed, "It would be better to tell Professor McGonagall directly about this. I don't want to involve Dylan."

Hermione shrugged. "What are we waiting for? Let's go."

Several people knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office again.

Harry stammered, concealing the part about the dragon egg, and told the whole thing to Professor McGonagall.

However, the other party didn't believe it at all.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Professor Quirrell was recruited by Headmaster Dumbledore himself. How could you spread rumors about a professor?"

"Huh? We're not spreading rumors, this is the truth!"

"That's enough! Don't let me hear about this again. Otherwise, even if you are Gryffindor students, I will treat it as an insult to the professor and put you in detention!"

"But Professor McGonagall, if Professor Dumbledore isn't here and Quirrell goes to the fourth floor, we won't be able to find out anything!"

"What?" Professor McGonagall's eyes revealed shock. "You actually want to go to the fourth floor? No! If I find out you went there, I will definitely put you in detention!"

In the end, Harry and the others were kicked out by Professor McGonagall. Ron muttered, "I told you we should just go find Dylan. That would be better. There's nothing we can do."

Hermione pursed her lips and said, "Okay, don't say that. We are just a group of first-year wizards. We can't do anything. The Philosopher's Stone has been sealed by so many professors. It will definitely be fine."

Harry took a deep breath and said, "Let's go find Dylan. He might have a solution."

Hermione glared, "Professor McGonagall said we can't get involved in this anymore, or we'll get detention!"

Ron added: "And points will be deducted."

Harry looked sharply at Ron.

Ron paused, then continued, "But—maybe we can still look for Dylan."

Hermione frowned. "Harry, didn't you just say you didn't want to involve Dylan?"

Harry turned his head and looked at the ceiling: "But I think about it now."

Hermione: "..."

Hermione was completely unable to persuade Harry and Ron, so she had to follow them to the library to look for Dylan.

However, they searched around and around...

"Where's Dylan?" Harry became even more anxious. He covered his forehead, trying to relieve the pain from the scar. "He's not in the dormitory either!"

"Uh - I have an idea." Ron thought for a long time and suddenly swallowed.

"What?" Harry and Hermione looked at Ron immediately.

Being stared at by the two, Ron paused and said, "I think Dylan might have gone ahead to stop Quirrell?"

After these words were spoken, both Harry and Hermione were stunned.

"Yeah! Besides us, Dylan knows the most about Quirrell!" Hermione suddenly realized, "We didn't find him in the library or the dormitory. He's either with the professors or has gone to stop Quirrell!"

"Then we have to go help Dylan quickly!" Harry turned around and prepared to go to the restricted area on the fourth floor.

"Wait, but if we're discovered by Professor McGonagall, we'll—" Hermione began.

Harry glared at her. "Are you going to watch Dylan put himself in danger because you're afraid of being punished by Professor McGonagall?"

"At worst, we can just take the punishment together!"

Hermione paused and rolled her eyes: "First."

"Professor McGonagall will definitely not punish Dylan the same way she punished us."

"Secondly, Dylan's abilities are far superior to mine and yours. Are you sure we'll be helping Dylan instead of hindering him?"

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron and said, "I don't think you need to worry about Dylan. With your level, no, with our level, going there might just cause trouble."

Ron glanced at Hermione and muttered softly, "This guy actually brought me along for the sarcasm."

Hermione turned her head: "I heard it."

Ron immediately stood at attention: "I didn't say anything!"

Harry hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "No, we still have to go help Dylan. What if he needs me—our help?"

Hermione was about to say something, but Harry stopped her, "Dylan said I can follow my heart and my thoughts."

Hearing this, Hermione fell silent.

"Let's go then." Hermione sighed deeply. "Where's your Invisibility Cloak?"

Harry immediately led Ron and the other one in one direction.

……

at the same time.

Fourth floor corridor.

A door that was strictly forbidden to be approached by all professors has been opened.

Obviously, someone has gone in.

Dylan tilted his head: "I just kind of forgot when Old Deng showed up."

He looked up at the system panel.

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[Spell to be refined]: Crucio
[Spell Features to be Unlocked]: Crushing Hell
[Refined Quest Opened]: Make a powerful adult wizard succumb to your painful spell and wail loudly!
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He paid money to start this intensive training task after he finished the exam.

The moment he saw this task, he thought of an extremely suitable candidate.

——Yes, it’s the lucky guy Quirrell.

Dylan walked in through the door and looked at the footprints at the door.

It's not deep, and there's a lot of dust around it, obviously it was just covered.

"Trackprint!"

Dylan tapped his wand lightly, and a trail of footprints appeared. Feeling the fluctuations of magic power, he came to a rough conclusion.

Quirrell estimated that he had been in here for an hour or two.

"I really can't wait."

Dylan curled his lips and looked around the room.

He had not come with Harry and the others before, and it was the first time he saw how "cute" Fluffy was as Hagrid described him.

"Hululu~"

"Hululu~"

The three-headed dog, all three of its heads fast asleep, was now lying on the ground. Its body was huge, and its muscles were as tight as rocks.

Dylan looked over and saw that the three pairs of eyes of the three-headed dog were closed, the folds on the eyelids were cracked, the fur was rough, and each mouth was exaggeratedly large.

Even when he was soundly asleep, when Lou Wei breathed softly, his three rows of largest fangs would be exposed from his mouth.

"Well, I don't know if the three-headed dog can be controlled by Soul Stealer."

When he was controlling Arnold, he was just an egg that was about to take shape.

Even though the dragon had a naturally high magic resistance, and the eggshell also had a strong resistance to spells, in the end, Dylan's crazy series of Imperius Curses still took control of his brain.

As for the three-headed dog, if it is a more mature and complete form, it is naturally far inferior to the dragon.

But this does not mean that the other party is weak.

On the contrary, the three-headed dog's magic resistance is also extremely high.

Although Dylan wanted to give it a try to see if controlling the three-headed dog would trigger any new achievements.

But he was worried that if he cast the Imperius Curse, he would instead wake the other person from his deep sleep.

Unless he directly uses the Killing Curse and the Fierce Fire Curse, it would be difficult for him to escape from the mouth of this three-headed dog.

"Forget it. There's nothing particularly valuable on this thing. The few useful ones we have can only be obtained by killing it."

Dylan studied the three-headed dog for a moment and then shook his head.

At this time, he already had a giant dragon. Although it was still in its juvenile state, after a period of development, its size had become quite large.

So from time to time, when Dylan dragged the other party to the Forbidden Forest to feed him, he would secretly use the Shadowless Divine Sword to cut a wound on Arnold and release some dragon blood.

Then use Speedy Heal to heal it, and call Hagrid over.

(End of this chapter)