Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 96: This killing curse is really bad, otherwise come to me to become your disciple

Maybe it's because he was too deeply controlled by Dylan, or maybe Arnold has some other characteristics.

In short, under Dylan's care, Arnold would show a satisfied expression every time he was cut by him.

This surprised Dylan a little.

Why does it feel like a good dragon has been raised by him and is running wildly in a strange direction...

Could it be because his mind was controlled by the Unforgivable Curse?

Dylan didn't know this either.

Looking at the opened trapdoor next to the three-headed dog, Dylan saw a path leading deeper underground.

After thinking for a moment, Dylan took out the beautified transparent wizard robe and spent a little money to turn it into an invisible robe.

After putting it on, he jumped down directly.

However, as soon as he entered, something like vines suddenly came over and tried to wrap him up.

"Devil's Snare?"

A flame shield instantly ignited around Dylan.

——This is just the secondary shaping of the raging fire.

The flames were so blazing that they burned all the vines that came close. Those that had not yet gotten close immediately froze in their forward motion and then retreated.

Dylan jumped down without any hindrance. The height was not very high, and he didn't even need to use any spells to avoid getting hurt.

Landing on the ground, Dylan looked at the environment ahead.

After making sure there were no traps left by Quirrell, he moved forward.

Waves of magical power came one after another.

Dylan looked up and saw a group of keys with metallic luster flashing and flapping their wings, flying back and forth in the sky.

"Professor Flitwick's arrangement?"

Dylan smiled.

At this moment, he felt like a well-educated student trying to break through a secret realm set up by his professor.

He twisted his fingers slightly, and the wand landed steadily in his palm.

Raise the magic wand and transparent magic flows.

Dylan leaned slightly to the side and parted his lips.

"Wingardium Leviosa (Everything is suspended)!"

In an instant, an invisible yet powerful force quickly spread out, covering the sky and earth, sweeping towards the flying keys with a strong sense of oppression.

Wherever the magic power reaches, the air seems to be stirred by a pair of invisible hands, and layers of ripples visible to the naked eye appear.

The group of keys running around and rushing around seemed to have sensed the danger. Their originally chaotic flight paths became even more crazy, colliding with each other and making crisp "ding-dong" sounds.

Dylan felt these keys desperately resisting his magical restraints, and the curve of his mouth became more and more upward.

Because these keys were fighting against their own power, the flight trajectory became more chaotic. Although they were still flying around, they were not as light as at the beginning.

"Professor Flitwick's spells are truly powerful."

Dylan chuckled, raised his wand high, and with a flick of his wrist, the wand drew a smooth arc in the air.

"Immobulus!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible magical power flowed out and spread slowly.

The magic power swept across the keys, and the flying keys with wings were instantly as if they were cast into a freezing spell, and immediately stopped in mid-air.

The metal surfaces of the keys reflected a cold light, yet they were all suspended in the air.

Dylan crossed his arms, his wand hanging casually at his side, and glanced at the still cluster of keys.

"Come all over."

Dylan hooked his finger at the group of keys, and a casual sound was heard. The fixed keys slowly floated towards Dylan and gathered in front of him to form a shimmering metal light curtain.

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the densely packed keys one by one with a scrutinizing look.

Soon, he locked onto that special key - more ancient than the others, and even though it was bound by his double spell, it still trembled slightly, as if trying to break free from his control.

"Accio (come quickly)!"

The key suddenly "swooshed" past the group of keys and landed accurately in Dylan's palm.

Dylan played with the keys in his hand and walked to the closed door.

"With this level of defense, Quirrell can easily get past it."

Dylan curled his lips.

I don’t know if Professor Flitwick has enough confidence in himself, or what.

In short, for this level, you can clear it by just playing the flying game.

Dylan really didn't know what the difficulty was.

He just wanted to feel Professor Flitwick's strength, otherwise, he could have just blown the door open.

It just so happened that he had just learned a spell - a variation of the bomb spell, blast and collapse.

"Hmm...why not, give it a try?"

Dylan paused, looking at the door in front of him.

After a moment's hesitation, Dylan threw the keys into the air.

——Before that, he gently folded half of the key's wings.

At the same time, he released his control over all the keys.

The flying keys scattered instantly and rushed to the highest point of the roof. They were like seeing some kind of monster. They didn't dare to get close to the ground at all. Instead, they all stayed away from Dylan.

Dylan drew his wand, raised his arm high, and pointed the tip of the wand at the closed door.

"Burst Break!"

A clear and powerful incantation echoed in the space.

Suddenly, a deep magical power rushed towards the door in front of Dylan.

The moment the two come into contact.

A deafening roar suddenly broke out!
"Boom!!"

The door began to shake violently, and the texture of the wooden boards twisted and torn wildly.

Immediately afterwards, countless cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and under the powerful impact, the entire wooden board turned into countless tiny wooden fragments, flying in all directions.

Dust is everywhere!

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Dylan, holding his wand, took leisurely steps and slowly walked into the once closed door.

"Professor Flitwick has placed a special power on the door. Unlocking charms are useless, and it is also protected by another magical force, making it difficult to force it open."

This was what Dylan felt the moment he cast the spell on the door.

But it was obvious that he had a very high level of mastery over this type of offensive spell.

Even the gate set up by Professor Flitwick could not stop him and was blown to pieces.

"That's a bit too noisy. I hope it doesn't attract the professors' attention."

As he walked in, Dylan glanced at the surrounding walls.

"Huh? Why don't these walls seem to be under any protective spell?"

Dylan was stunned.

So this broken door is harder to destroy than the wall?

"Maybe I should have just blown up the wall."

An idea popped into Dylan's mind, and then he shook his head.

But if the wall is blown up, the noise will be too loud and the whole room might collapse.

After entering the next room, Dylan saw an extremely large chessboard.

A group of chess pieces, almost as tall as a person, stood upright in the middle of the chessboard.

"Playing chess."

If it was any other test, that would be fine. After all, it was a level set by Professor McGonagall, so he still wanted to give it a try.

But the condition for passing the level is to let him play chess, which is a bit troublesome. Dylan's goal is very clear, and he walks straight to the closed door opposite.

Just as he was about to draw his wand and fire another blast at the door.

Suddenly, the entire chessboard shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, the chess pieces on the board seemed to be injected with life and came alive one after another.

"Oh? This use of the Transfiguration Charm is truly ingenious."

Dylan raised his eyebrows and looked at the tall knight chess pieces waving spears, the castle chess pieces holding heavy iron gates, and a group of soldiers armed with weapons swarming towards him aggressively.

There was no panic.

He simply waved his wand rapidly in the air.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The magic power shot out, and the few pawns and chess pieces in the front were instantly frozen and turned into stiff stone statues.

But the chess pieces' offensive momentum did not decrease. The chess pieces in the front were restrained, but the chess pieces behind continued to advance.

"Protego!"

Dylan instantly summoned a transparent, shimmering protective shield, which unfolded in front of him.

All the chess pieces that were rushing forward frantically were blocked outside, making dull sounds.

Meanwhile, Dylan waved his wand again without stopping.

"Ferula (Reverse Transformation)!"

Magical power surged out, passed through the protective shield, and wrapped around the chess pieces that tried to attack him.

The next moment, something magical happened.

The spear in the knight's hand instantly turned into a soft branch, and the armor on his body turned into colorful feathers, falling down one after another.

The heavy iron gates in the hands of the castle chess pieces also turned into thin pieces of white paper, floating in the air.

The weapons in the soldiers' hands turned into blooming flowers, and their originally ferocious and ferocious appearance instantly became funny and ridiculous.

These chess pieces still maintained their offensive posture, but were instantly thrown into chaos due to the change in weapons.

The knight tried to grab the branch and swung it at Dylan.

However, the branch hit the protective shield summoned by Dylan and bounced away with a "bang".

The castle chess piece held up the paper, looking confused.

The soldiers looked at the flowers in their hands, at a loss.

Dylan laughed.

"I was finally able to deal with Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Charm."

However, he soon sensed that the weapons and other things he had transformed were now shrouded in a magical power again.

"Can a spell be cast once to continuously transform matter?"

Dylan's eyes lit up, he could feel that the magic was eroding his reversed magic.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the paper will turn into an iron door again, and the branches will turn into spears again.

"Why didn't Professor McGonagall teach me how to use the Transfiguration Charm?"

Next time I'll have to pester Professor McGonagall to teach him how to maintain the magical method of transformation all the time.

It is not affected by other deformation forces and, in essence, has the effect of resisting magic.

This is when the master who cast the spell is not present.

If Professor McGonagall were here, Dylan felt that he would have no chance of successfully transforming the chess pieces.

Continue to cast the protective spell.

Dylan pointed his wand at the chess pieces.

"Burst Break!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
A powerful magical power was like a giant ignited bomb, spreading wildly around Dylan with him as the center.

The chess piece at the front was hit by the magic power first and was instantly enveloped by the powerful impact force.

There were only continuous loud explosions.

The chess pieces were crushed like they were by a giant hand.

One after another exploded, making a series of explosion sounds.

Each explosion was accompanied by dazzling light and flying debris. The strong light flickered continuously, illuminating Dylan's eyes.

His figure stood firmly amidst the flames and chess piece remains.

The blast blew up his hair and clothes, and even his robes fluttered, revealing his appearance.

Dylan didn't even blink as the flying debris brushed against his body and cheeks.

All debris will be bounced away by the protective shield the moment it approaches him.

In the blink of an eye, groups of chess pieces turned into debris on the ground. Dylan looked calm. He gently put down his wand, raised his hand to pat the dust on his body, and then turned around.

"Burst Break!"

Boom!

Blow open another portal.

Dylan couldn't help but feel emotional.

It is no wonder that some wizards can travel the magical world just by having a deep understanding of a spell.

It’s really North Korea, where you can eat anything.

From beginning to end, even Dylan could have solved all the problems by just using the magic of blasting and shattering.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to feel the Transfiguration that Professor McGonagall had cast on these chess pieces, Dylan could have just raised his hand and blown everything up!
"Am I learning this offensive magic too quickly?"

Dylan smacked his lips and stepped into the next room.

"vomit……"

Suddenly, a foul odor hit my face.

He almost vomited out of disgust.

"A familiar fishy stench, even stinkier than last time."

Dylan once again felt the pungent and disgusting smell, which grabbed his nose hairs and pushed them into his nasal cavity one by one.

"Bubble-Head Charm!"

Dylan skillfully wrapped his head with a layer of transparent bubbles.

The stench was also expelled by the bubbles.

Looking forward, Dylan saw a huge corpse lying in the middle of the room.

The corpse of a giant monster.

"ThermoVision!"

The magic slowly covered Dylan's eyes.

This spell was taught to him by Professor Flitwick, and it enables him to see heat.

Dylan looked forward and felt that the world in front of him suddenly changed. Various objects were emitting different degrees of light.

Especially the giant monster's corpse in the center of the room, under the effect of the heat vision spell, a whole circle of faint red halo continued to emit.

That was the residual heat, releasing its last breath.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Dylan briefly observed the intensity and range of the halo on the giant monster's body, and roughly estimated the time of death of the giant monster, which was about an hour.

"But if there are no wounds..."

Dylan quickly locked onto the answer.

He saw claw marks on the ground under the troll, but they were very shallow and not deep. It was obvious that they were caused by the troll dying immediately after a brief struggle.

"You're so unskilled in using the Killing Curse that you even made the troll struggle twice. If you really can't do anything, just come and become my disciple. I don't ask for much as a gift, just Voldemort's soul will be enough."

While Dylan was complaining, he pulled out all the troll's beard and snot.

(End of this chapter)