Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 97: Quirrell: Who stole the job that should have belonged to me?!
Dylan walked towards the next room.

"Professor Snape's arrangement, it smells so familiar."

As Dylan walked in, he smelled the scent of potion.

At the same time, dark flames appeared on the surface of the walls in the room.

Even the two gates were burning under the influence of magic - but these flames did not directly corrode or burn the walls and gates.

It was as if the flames were just burning on the wall without any substance attached.

"What kind of flame is this?"

Dylan could clearly feel that this flame was not the fierce fire he was familiar with, because the evil smell in it was too faint and did not even sound like some vicious spell.

However, the burning aura in it was quite strong, and it was obviously not an ordinary flame.

"Why hasn't Professor Snape shown this to me?"

Dylan curled his lips.

When brewing potions, Dylan had never seen what kind of flame Professor Snape used to heat the potion.

——Most of the time, Professor Snape would choose to let him light the fire directly.

Or else use the flame of the crucible.

——Professor Snape's crucible is much more advanced than his. It can not only ignite automatically, but also emit cold air, so that it can quickly cool down the potion at certain times and achieve some of the effects Professor Snape wants.

"But this kind of flame is not fierce fire after all, and can be blocked by normal protective shields."

Dylan ignored the black flames.

The threat didn't seem very high, but Dylan didn't intend to test the strength of the flame.

——God knows whether this perverted Professor Snape has any hidden tricks in his spells.

Looking at the table in front of him, Dylan saw seven bottles of potions.

In addition, there was a piece of paper next to it.

The font above is quite sloppy, and the handwriting is obviously written by some arrogant and crazy person.

——Dylan clearly felt the disdain and indifference of the person who wrote this passage from the font on the paper.

"Let me see." Dylan looked down.

There is a question on the paper.

The content is——

Danger is in front of you, safety is behind you, there are two of us who can help you.

Drink them, one leads you forward, the other takes you back to where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine, and three contained assassins, waiting in line.

Make your choice, unless you wish to be stuck here forever!

There are also four clues here to help you choose, so that you don’t stop here and can’t go through or go back!

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide themselves, they actually stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are different. If you want to move forward, neither of them will be useful to you;
Thirdly, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and that there is no death hidden in the giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right, although they look different, they taste the same.

Dylan glanced at it briefly and curled his lips.

"Professor Snape is still so... so good."

Use a logical question to leave even the dumbest person dumbfounded, and even those who can understand it will have to think carefully and deeply before they can figure it out.

Then he would stand aside coldly, watching how the problem solver was stumped by him and how he racked his brains to think about the problem he set.

He would then say lightly - how stupid it is!

In fact, when Dylan brewed potions with Professor Snape every weekend and asked Professor Snape questions about potions, they would chat about some off-topic topics from time to time.

——Professor Snape basically uses a sarcastic way to say some knowledge that makes people feel that it seems worth remembering.

During this process, he had long been accustomed to it and even became immune to Professor Snape's sharp tongue.

And sometimes his words would even choke Professor Snape.

But after all, he was already very familiar with Professor Snape's style. Dylan would sometimes bring up logical reasoning questions like these when chatting with Professor Snape about off-topic topics.

In addition, he was a man with strong logical thinking ability, and he quickly found the answer based on the puzzle set by Professor Snape.

From left to right, the seven bottles of potions are poison, nettle potion, potion that passes through black flames, poison, poison, nettle potion, and potion that returns through purple flames.

First of all, according to clue one, the poisons are all on the left side of the nettle wine, which directly establishes the positional relationship between the poison and the nettle wine.

From this we can make a preliminary judgment that the one on the far right is not poison.

Because if the potion on the far right is poison, there will be no nettle wine on its right.

According to the second clue, the contents of the bottles on the left and right ends are different, and neither is useful for moving forward, so the bottles on the left and right ends are not evil potions that can help move forward.

There are three bottles of poison, two bottles of nettle wine, one bottle of forward potion, and one bottle of return potion.

So it can be easily determined that one of the two ends is poison and the other is nettle wine.

Next, according to clue three, the giant and the dwarf, that is, the largest and smallest bottles, did not contain the poison code-named Death.

This would allow one to determine whether the largest and smallest bottles contained nettle wine, or a working potion.

Finally, according to clue four, the second from the left and the second from the right taste the same, so they can only be poison or nettle wine.

——Because there is only one bottle of other potions.

Combining clues two and four, the first one on the right is either poison or nettle wine, and the second one on the right tastes the same as the first one. If the first one on the right is poison, then the second one on the right is also poison.

But clue one shows that there is nettle wine to the left of the poison, so it is inconsistent that the two poisons are connected.

Therefore, the first one on the right can only be nettle wine, and then it can be determined that the second one on the right is also nettle wine.

Because the first one on the right is nettle wine, combined with clue one, we can know that bottles 2, 3, 4, and 5 from right to left are poison. Combined with clue three, the largest and smallest ones are not poison.

So 3 and 4 are poisons, and 2 and 5 are nettle wines of different sizes.

Finally, the remaining bottles are the first one on the left and the seventh one in the middle, one is the forward potion and the other is the return potion.

According to clue two, the first one on the left cannot be the forward potion, so the first one on the left is the return potion, and the seventh bottle is the forward potion.

"Too simple, Professor Snape. Your logical reasoning questions are rather crude and rudimentary. They are not as impactful as my 'Which came first, the chicken or the egg?'"

After Dylan easily got the forward potion, a smile appeared on his lips.

He still remembered that when they were discussing the issue of hatching, Dylan asked Professor Snape this question, which made the other party stunned for a long time.

Dylan opened the bottle and drank the forward potion directly. He stepped out of the black flame and instantly arrived in the next room.

"Is this the last room?"

Dylan looked at the furnishings around him. They were quite simple and didn't seem to have any special arrangements.

Because in the very center of the room, there was just a full-length mirror.

A man with his head wrapped in a turban stood in front of the mirror, staring greedily at the image in the mirror, his eyes filled with excitement and excitement.

——Obviously, Quirrell was already immersed in the wonderful imagination created by the mirror. Until...

"Stop looking at your stupid life, someone walked through all that fire!"

"what?!"

Quirrell was brought back to his senses by a hoarse and low voice coming from the back of his head. He was shocked and immediately turned around and looked behind him.

However, he glanced left and right and saw nothing.

"It's not Potter, it's the guy who used the Cruciatus Curse on you. Stop being stunned, you damn idiot! Do you still want to try the taste of the Unforgivable Curse?!"

There was a hint of obvious frustration in the hoarse voice.

Dylan, hidden under the invisible robe, almost laughed out loud.

"Avis (Wind Spell)!"

Quirrell had obviously learned his lesson from last time. Realizing that the newcomer might have cast forty-four or even more Cruciatus Curses on him in the Forbidden Forest, his whole body trembled violently, and the hand holding the wand couldn't help but tremble.

He immediately cast a gust of wind spell, trying to pull out the person wearing the invisibility cloak.

Dylan got his robe stuck.

No matter how hard Quirrell cast spells, he couldn't shake his robes at all.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Dylan's voice is almost completely different from his original voice.

It suddenly rang out, and Quirrell shuddered again.

“Who?!1”

Qi Luo suddenly looked towards the place where Dylan made the sound. "Don't act mysterious in front of me. Do you think I'm really afraid of you? This is ridiculous!"

Dylan chuckled, "If you're not afraid, then don't be. You took dozens of Cruciatus Curses from me, yet you're still alive and well, and you even recovered so quickly. I really have to admire you."

Quirrell's expression tightened.

"You bastard... who the hell are you? Why do you have such a deep understanding of the Unforgivable Curses? This is simply impossible!"

God knows what kind of pain he endured after he parted with Dylan in the Forbidden Forest last time!
However, it seemed that because his pain intensified, the power of the curse in his body became even deeper.

The person on the back of his head also felt the power of the Cruciatus Curse to some extent, but because the power of the curse deepened, he regained some strength.

This level of strength recovery is even more exaggerated than the blood of the unicorn he released!

He was confused.

Who is the Dark Lord?

How come the Unforgivable Curse of another mysterious person can actually increase the health of the real mysterious person, no, increase his strength?

This isn't black magic!

Outrageous!

"Haha, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

Dylan is no fool.

Old Dumbledore might be hiding somewhere nearby right now. Doesn't he remember that Dumbledore took action in the end?
So the other party may have already returned by now.

Otherwise, the other party can come back anytime and anywhere - distance is not a limit for Old Deng at all.

Hogwarts has a barrier that can prevent ordinary people from using Apparition.

This barrier is the anti-apparition barrier.

However, as we all know, this is a limitation for ordinary people.

Whether it's a phoenix or a house-elf, their apparition is different from that of a wizard.

Therefore, even if Dumbledore did not use his own strength to break through the Hogwarts barrier.

He can also use the power of the phoenix to return to Hogwarts at any time.

So Old Deng was indeed fooled.

But Dylan wondered how much suspicion the other party had towards Quirrell. Was he deliberately leaving to give Quirrell a chance to take action?

This is not certain.

It is precisely because of this that Dylan cannot easily display his black magic.

Isn't that like lighting a lantern in the toilet?
"Huh? Could it be Harry?" Quirrell was stunned.

"Idiot! Does Potter need to change his voice?" The hoarse voice was furious, as if the guy he possessed was stupid enough.

"Well, that's what you said." Quirrell paused and reacted.

Dylan narrowed his eyes and decided to test Old Deng.

He took off his invisible hood, then looked at Quirrell with a smile on his face. "Hello, Professor Quirrell, you are indeed the one who covets the Philosopher's Stone!"

Quirrell looked at Dylan, stunned again and again.

"Hawkwood? Why is it you?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Why not me? Harry has already told me everything. Or rather, I already knew that you were probably the one with bad intentions."

"How do you, a damn first-year student, know what I'm thinking?" Quirrell's eyes widened as he looked at the guy in front of him who was praised by countless professors every day.

In order to find out what arrangements each professor had left here, he visited each professor's side and office every day.

But sometimes when Dylan tried to visit the professors, he would just get in the way and become a stumbling block. He couldn't get anything out of them and had to leave in disappointment.

Moreover, at other times, when he approached the professors and tried to ask questions, before he could say anything, those damn professors kept changing the topic to Dylan!
One moment they'll talk about how clever, intelligent, and talented Dylan is.

One moment they'll talk about how lovable and endearing Dylan is.

He doesn't even want to know who Dylan is!

Because in his class, Dylan was like a taciturn person and said nothing!

Especially once, when Professor McGonagall once again told him about Dylan's talent -

He still had the idea of ​​seeing Dylan's ability. If he could win him over to become his master's slave, he might become a very useful knife to stab Hogwarts in the future.

However, when he tried to ask Dylan some questions in class, intending to arouse the little kid's interest in black magic, and then take the opportunity to trick him into the office and provide Dylan with one-on-one brainwashing services.

This damn brat actually said that he had learned most of the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course from other professors.

——And he even learned the counter-spells of advanced black magic!

Damn Hogwarts professors!
Who stole the job that was supposed to be his? !

　I've been too busy lately, with the Chinese New Year and a bunch of things going on, so I'll just update once. But I still feel a bit feverish now, I don't know if it's the flu or if I'm having yang issues...

　　I wrote this late last night. I didn't finish it, so I got up this morning and finished it.

　　If there is no update tomorrow, I will be caught.

　　Normally, the update should continue from the 7th.

　　I will probably write more than 10,000 words a day, with a minimum of 8,000.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)