Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 98 How did the Philosopher’s Stone end up in my hands?

Quirrell glared at Dylan with hatred in his eyes.

"Those people taught you the counter-spells of dark magic, but they also taught you the dark arts? Are they crazy?"

Dylan tilted his head. "What the hell are you talking about? How could a professor possibly teach me the dark arts?"

"Stop pretending. If those guys hadn't taught you the dark magic, how could you have the Unforgivable Curses!" Quirrell scolded.

Dylan blinked his eyes. "How could a first-year student like me possibly be under the Unforgivable Curse? I think you're really crazy about stealing the Philosopher's Stone."

Dylan looked Quirrell up and down, truly as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"It shouldn't be you who spoke first, right? Could it be the mysterious man Harry mentioned?"

Quirrell was a little confused by Dylan's reaction.

How come this little brat denies everything he has done?
Is it really not him?
Was it someone else who attacked him and his master in the Forbidden Forest last time?

Quirrell frowned and looked Dylan up and down.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be coming here on his own, Quirrell's eyes rolled, and then he suddenly put away his angry expression, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you already know that I'm here to find the Philosopher's Stone, why do you still dare to come here alone? Could it be that you are also interested in the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dylan did not deny what Quirrell said, but instead thought about it seriously.

"Nicolas Flamel, before he created the Philosopher's Stone, dreamed of an angel who told him he would receive a magical book."

"After that, he exchanged only two florins for a book called The Jewish Book of Abraham."

"He spent 21 years deciphering the book and collecting information, and eventually succeeded in refining the Philosopher's Stone."

Dylan's words made Qi Luo frown tightly. "How did you know this? No, what do you mean by telling me this?"

Dylan chuckled. "I'm trying to tell you that instead of mastering a stone made by someone else, it's better to make something even more magical than the Philosopher's Stone yourself."

"If I'm not mistaken, you're probably trying to use the Philosopher's Stone to help the You-Know-Who revive?"

Qi Luo's brows remained furrowed. "So what?"

"Tsk." Dylan looked at the turban on Quirrell's head.

"Let me guess again. The sound that initially reminded you that I had entered the room seemed to come from the back of your head."

"Could it be that the infamous mysterious man, Voldemort, is currently sitting on your stinky-looking head?"

Quirrell's face changed.

How could this first-year wizard dare to call his master's name directly since he had heard of his master's name?

I simply don’t want to live anymore!

"How dare you say that, my master will be angry!"

"so?"

Dylan looked puzzled.

"So—?! So I was trying to win you over, but if you dare say that about my master, you will surely die!"

Quirrell raised his wand towards Dylan.

"Am I going to die?"

Dylan also kept smiling and then gently put his hood back on.

Quirrell suddenly attacked: "Avada Kedavra!"

The evil green light shot towards Dylan.

However, it penetrated the body it was supposed to hit and landed on the surrounding wall.

Quirrell was stunned, then immediately looked around, raised his wand to his chest, and moved slowly.

"Child, perhaps you have some misunderstandings about me. Why don't you come out now and resolve this misunderstanding with me? Don't you want to study the power of the Philosopher's Stone?"

"A supreme power that can bring the dead back to life, turn stone into gold, and grant you eternal life, are you really not tempted?"

"Your parents are just Muggles, right? They will die one day. As a Muggle-born person, you must know this very well. Don't you want your parents to be by your side forever?"

Quirrell kept talking in the room as if he were talking to himself, but only his voice echoed. Apart from that, there was not even the sound of another person's footsteps.

"Idiot, he's already close!"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the back of Quirrell's head.

He turned around suddenly.

Before he could recover.

"Sectumsempra!"

A surge of magical power came over.

Quirrell didn't see any magical light.

"what!"

Everything happened so fast, there was only a "hissing" sound, like the sound of silk being torn.

Quirrell's robe was instantly cut into several large holes, and then the wounds spread across his skin, like greedy little snakes, quickly winding across his chest and arms.

Blood gushed out from the wounds and splashed on the ground around them. The sight of the bloodstains made Dylan feel very happy.

"Why does this spell feel like it was tailor-made for me by Professor Snape? I got the hang of it so quickly!"

Not only is it fast, but once you get started, you can directly unleash the extremely powerful power of this spell!

[Message]: Congratulations, you have hurt your professor badly and you have unlocked a new achievement!
At the same time, the system's prompt sound, combined with Qi Luo's shrill scream, came together.

Quirrell staggered back a few steps uncontrollably, and subconsciously covered the wound with his hand, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

However, even if he used both hands to cover it, he could not cover it completely.

"How can you still cast this spell?!"

Quirrell's eyes were fixed on Dylan fiercely.

If Dylan hadn't attacked him last time in the Forbidden Forest, then as a freshman, even though he has finished his exams now, this freshman is not too new, but -!
Who could tell him who taught him this black magic with such powerful attack power?

Is this something a first-year wizard should be able to master?

Hmm? Is this right? Is this reasonable?

"Idiot, stop your bleeding immediately! I can feel my life force slipping away!"

The hoarse voice from the back of Quirrell's head came again.

"Master, I, I'm already trying to stop the bleeding..."

“Use magic!!!”

"Huh? Oh oh..."

Quirrell paused, then raised his wand.

"Reparo (recover as before)!"

Magic gushed out from the tip of his wand and poured over him.

However, the wound on Quirrell's body only paused slightly, and then continued to bleed.

The hoarse voice sounded again, with a hint of exasperation.

"Don't you know how to use the counter-spell of Shenfeng Wuying?!"

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses.

"By the way, this spell was created by Snape and it can't be cured with normal healing spells."

He quickly raised his wand again: "Vulnera Sanentur (Heal quickly)!"

After casting this spell, Quirrell clearly felt his blood flow slow down, no longer rushing. "Twice more! How much more do you want me to teach you!"

Quirrell paused with his wand raised, then quickly cast two quick healing spells.

"Vulnera Sanentur!"

"Vulnera Sanentur!"

When the spell was cast for the second time, the blood residue on Quirrell's body gradually disappeared and the wounds began to heal.

It was not until the third time that the wound was completely healed.

In addition, Dylan also knew that if he didn't want to leave scars, he had to apply white moss on the wound.

But under the current circumstances, Quirrell obviously has no chance to do this.

——I’m afraid he doesn’t care about his appearance.

After all, he is ugly enough.

"Let me see the surroundings for myself!"

"But Master, the last time you personally took action, it was already..."

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Chino quickly shut up and dared not say anything else.

Instead, he looked around vigilantly and quickly took off the headscarf on his head again.

Soon, a creature with only two narrow nostrils, similar to those of a snake, a smooth head, and snake-like eyes appeared again.

He narrowed his eyes, controlled Quirrell's body, and raised his wand.

"This damn mirror was placed here by Dumbledore. It's the Philosopher's Stone that has never been found..."

At this time, Voldemort had completely taken over Quirrell's body.

With a simple wave of his wand, without even chanting a spell, the Mirror of Erised in the center of the room instantly flew up, circled around him, and began to spin continuously.

Soon, when the magic mirror moved to a certain position, the image in the mirror that was originally just reflecting the room suddenly changed.

Apparently, even wearing an invisibility cloak, he couldn't shield himself from the urgency and longing within the Mirror of Erised.

Voldemort's cold eyes lit up.

He immediately moved sideways to the other side. Although the figure in the magic mirror was still empty, the illusion of a warm manor had already emerged.

Seeing this, Voldemort snorted coldly: "Disgusting imagination."

Just then, he saw a red stone falling from the clouds in the sky.

It finally landed on a lounge chair, but suddenly disappeared.

——It was as if someone had stuffed it into someone’s pocket.

Dylan, who was wearing an invisible cloak, also suddenly felt his pockets sink.

——It is obvious that the Philosopher's Stone, which was sealed in the Mirror of Erised by Dumbledore with a spell, has come into his hands through the illusion in the mirror.

Dylan's mouth twitched. "Why didn't Old Dumbledore just seal the Philosopher's Stone completely in the mirror?"

Dumbledore used the Mirror of Erised to protect the Philosopher's Stone. As the last hurdle, he hid the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror. Only those who were determined to find the stone but did not intend to use it could get the Philosopher's Stone.

This is the method set by Old Dumbledore to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

but……

This is something Dylan cannot understand.

Why don't you just seal it completely in the mirror? The mirror will shatter and the stone will shatter, but the mirror is there and the stone is there. No matter who wants to use the Philosopher's Stone or who wants to find and protect the Philosopher's Stone, they won't be able to get the Philosopher's Stone through the mirror, right?

Now the Philosopher's Stone inexplicably came into his hands -

[Message]: Congratulations, you have mastered the legendary Philosopher's Stone and achieved a new achievement!

Another system prompt sounded, but Dylan had no time to check it.

Because Voldemort's eyes were as bright as if a 10,000-watt light bulb was inserted into them, and they kept flashing.

"Sure enough, sure enough! I finally found the Philosopher's Stone, that old fool Dumbledore!"

Thanks to the direction reflected by the Mirror of Erised, Voldemort also roughly grasped Dylan's location.

He immediately pointed his wand.

There is no need to chant any mantras at all.

The magic wand drew a pale green arc of light.

Thousands of pitch-black poisonous snakes suddenly emerged from beneath his already tattered robe, scrambling to crawl out, spitting out venom, entangled and piled up with each other, and spread towards Dylan in large numbers.

These magical creatures, whose scales shone with the luster of asphalt, emitted a hissing sound that was enough to make one's teeth ache.

Dylan was stunned.

"What kind of socket board is this, Orochimaru?"

Dylan was not too afraid of these black snakes.

There's nothing a blast of fire can't solve.

Of course, since Dumbledore might be watching, he didn't use any dark magic -

"Partis Temporus (God of Fire makes way)!"

Under Professor McGonagall's careful training, Dylan has basically mastered the secondary shaping of the spell.

And after he extended the magic wand from his sleeve, suddenly, a condensed purgatory fire instantly turned into two rolling walls of fire and rushed out.

Wherever it passed, bricks were vaporized, and the snakes were twisted into charred ashes in the fierce flames.

The pungent smell of sulfur and the stench of burnt protein hit my face.

After mastering the full level of Fiery Flame, Dylan's research on the blazing flames progressed rapidly.

Although this Vulcan-powered technique may not be as good as Dumbledore's, it has already taken shape.

Moreover, he almost perfectly incorporated the heavy damage characteristics of Lihuo into it.

This resulted in his God of Fire not only clearing the way for himself, but more importantly, in the process of clearing the way, he would directly ignite the blocking creatures and then kill them!
"Fizz!"

The screams of black snakes were heard in groups.

Many black scales had not yet burned out and fell like a black rain.

"You've already mastered this level of magic?"

Voldemort didn't expect that a first-grade kid would have such a strong control over magic.

You should know that the secondary shaping of the spell not only means that you have to have a very high degree of control over the spell, but also requires you to have refined control over the spell.

The God of Fire leads the way...

When Voldemort saw this spell, a meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

"Damn Dumbledore!"

Voldemort raised his wand again.

Still no mantra.

However, some of the snakes rushing towards Dylan did not actually rush towards Dylan, but rushed to the other two sides, so they were not affected by the fire god's clearing of the way.

When they approached the wall of the room, they suddenly stopped. Under Voldemort's control, hundreds of snakes linked their heads and tails, their scales rubbing against each other, and dark green sparks flew out. The black snakes actually began to transform into black walls.

As if to prevent Dylan from escaping, a black snake also hung down from the ceiling, and then turned into a black wall, instantly merging with the changing wall below.

Dylan raised his eyebrows: "This kind of deformation..."

(End of this chapter)