Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 99 Don't try to contaminate my students with black magic! Tom!
“It seems to be of quite high standard.”

There was no sign that Voldemort had any control over the spell; after transforming once, he could transform again.

The transformed walls can actually merge together, which is obviously enough to demonstrate Voldemort's control over the Transfiguration Spell.

Dylan couldn't help but look for similarities and differences between himself and Voldemort in his actual combat.

He was surrounded by flames, which turned into a shield to protect him from being harmed by the endless stream of black snakes. At the same time, he controlled the flames to attack the black snakes and then observed the fluctuations of magic power emitted by them.

Each spell has its own unique fluctuation, like the "code" of the magic, hiding key information such as the origin of the magic, the way it is cast, and the strength of the magic power.

This is what Dylan gradually realized after mastering several full-level spells and listening to every professor's explanation of magic and magical power.

"Shh!"

Flames spread across the sky, burning a group of black snakes to death.

Dylan was in this land eroded by darkness, where the battle between flames and black snakes was fierce.

The more Dylan felt the black snake's fearless attack, the more he realized how profound Voldemort's understanding of the Transfiguration Spell was.

No wonder he could perform the transformation so exquisitely.

Dylan extended his perception to the black snake's magical fluctuations, analyzing them like disassembling a complex machine.

He discovered that in the fluctuating rhythm, there were traces of Voldemort's subtle manipulation of magic.

For example, when the black snake pounced on him quickly, the magic fluctuations showed high-frequency and stable pulses.

This shows that Voldemort has precise control over the black snakes' movements, allowing them to unleash powerful attack power in an instant.

Changes in the intensity of the fluctuations also reveal certain information.

When the black snake encounters the flame obstruction, the magic fluctuation will have a brief peak and then steadily weaken.

This meant that Voldemort could quickly inject magical power into the Black Snake when it was blocked, maintaining his attack on it.

At the same time, it can be flexibly adjusted according to actual conditions to avoid unnecessary consumption of magic power.

"Watching a magic master cast a spell is much faster than just listening to professors explain it."

Dylan enjoyed the joy of battling magic with Voldemort.

This kind of actual combat is quite rare for him.

——Normally, the professor wouldn't spar with him for no reason, and he certainly wouldn't use his full strength just to kill him.

Dylan kept reviewing the details of these fluctuations in his mind, comparing them with his previous use of magic when casting similar summoning spells.

He found that he still lacked the continuity of his magic, while Voldemort's magic output was like a gurgling stream, continuous, yet well-regulated.

Able to use a little bit of magic power to the extreme.

——Obviously Dumbledore can do this.

"Is this the level of a true magic master?"

Just relying on the magic of Fire God Clearing the Way, he is now full of magic power and spirits, but the feeling he creates cannot be compared with the grand performance that Old Dumbledore displayed in his weak state.

"I still have a lot of shortcomings."

Dylan did not feel any pride or arrogance because he mastered several full-level spells.

On the contrary, it was precisely because he had so many full-level spells as a foundation that he was able to clearly know his shortcomings in various aspects.

Only by constantly learning, constantly learning, and constantly learning can we truly become stronger!

In Dylan's view, the so-called full-level spell is nothing more than a mastery of specific skills.

He is able to thoroughly understand the principles and usage of a spell, allowing him to compare it with other spells and draw inferences from one instance.

However, the more he studied, the more he felt his own insignificance.

Just in the wizarding world, there is an endless amount of magic that can be born.

After this time-travel experience, he also wanted to try to study magic to the extreme and see if he could touch the ceiling of other worlds.

It is also one of the motivations for Dylan to study hard every day.

By analyzing these differences, Dylan began to try to emulate Voldemort's magical control methods.

This kind of master-level technique is rare, even Professor Snape is slightly lacking.

Of course, in Dylan's opinion, the one who controls the curse and the top is still old Deng.

In the final analysis, Xiao Fuzi has pushed "certain" magic to an unprecedented level.

But in others, he is still woefully ignorant.

But Dylan didn't care. He was also ignorant, whether it was black magic or white magic.

How to deflect the Killing Curse.

How to remain immortal after being hit by the Killing Curse.

How to dismantle the Killing Curse and remove it from the Unforgivable Curses.

How to develop his own Unforgivable Curse...

This is what Dylan wanted to do.

"Vulcanus Volens (Vulcanus Volens)!"

The raging flames dispersed the surrounding snakes, giving Dylan more room to maneuver.

He began to incorporate the newly learned techniques into his own magical operations.

Despite the rampant black snakes around him, Dylan was already immersed in a deep study of his opponent's magical operations.

And he continued to absorb the essence of Voldemort's spells crazily.

until—

"Aspic Invocation!"

Dylan waved the wand in his hand.

In an instant, the air flow in the room became turbulent, and a dark magical power gathered on the ground like a vortex.

The floor shook violently, cracks spread like a spider web, and thick black mist surged out from the gaps.

Then, accompanied by a low, long roar, a giant viper of an unimaginable size broke out of the ground.

The pit viper has a winding body, completely different from ordinary snakes. Its scales gleam coldly in the darkness, and its body is thick and sturdy, as big as a millstone.

There was a cold glint in the blood-red vertical pupils of the giant pit viper, and as its tongue flickered, a fishy wind filled the room.

"You actually have such a deep understanding of this kind of magic? This is no longer a normal spell."

Voldemort's snake-like eyes stared in Dylan's direction.

——Although the other party was still wearing an invisibility cloak, the raging flames released from that position also indicated the owner's location.

"Thanks to you for demonstrating to me time and time again." Dylan looked calm, raised his hand calmly, and pointed the tip of his wand at Voldemort's snakes.

The giant viper understood instantly, and with a sudden movement of its huge body, it rushed towards the group of black snakes like an arrow. Its speed was so fast that it brought up a gust of wind, making the robes of the two men rustle.

Although Voldemort's snake group was large, they were thrown into chaos by the attack of this giant beast.

Relying on its powerful strength and agility, the giant pit viper rushed left and right among the snakes. Every swing of its tail could knock dozens of black snakes away, and every bite caused chaos in the opposing snake group.

Dylan stood in the back, quietly observing the battle, occasionally moving his wand to adjust the attack direction of the giant viper.

Voldemort saw this and narrowed his eyes.

Looking at this huge viper charging around in its own snake group, his eyes actually revealed a bit of fondness.

"You were able to create such a lifelike viper just by watching me cast a spell? No wonder the professors at Hogwarts praised you so highly."

Voldemort was just arrogant, but he never really underestimated the professors at Hogwarts. Those who could teach here were almost all top-notch in every subject.

As a first-year wizard, the fact that he was noticed by so many professors and that they were all competing to give him private lessons was enough to explain a lot.

Even he really had a liking for this little brat.

Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded: "I can feel your talent in the Dark Arts, which is far beyond what you show. If you are willing..."

Before Voldemort could finish his words, Dylan interrupted him ruthlessly: "I don't want to."

Just kidding, Voldemort didn't even need to finish his words, he could guess what the other party wanted to say.

Is Voldemort sick?

The fight has already started, and in the middle of it, you tell me you want to recruit me again?
No wonder this guy has killed fewer people in his lifetime than Simon's one explosion.

Do all villains talk so much nonsense?
We righteous people kill without blinking an eye!

"Go!" Dylan controlled the viper and rushed towards Voldemort.

However, Voldemort just raised his wand, and the giant viper summoned by Dylan was instantly knocked away, with a big hole in its abdomen.

The viper was writhing in agony on the ground, and Dylan was stunned.

"That shouldn't be the case! How could he be sent flying straight away? Did I mobilize too little magic power?"

While Dylan was thinking, Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering and unpredictable, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his wand.

"Avada kedavra!"

A pale green light passed by, but its target was not Dylan, but only hit the wall.

Dylan paused and raised his eyebrows.

What does Xiao Fuzi mean by this?
"Fiendfype!"

The evil flames transformed into ferocious beasts, circling around Dylan.

Dylan thought that Voldemort wanted to use Fiendfyre to deal with him, and was about to use a counter-spell to destroy Fiendfyre, but Fiendfyre just kept showing various flame details around him.

It was as if the other party was deliberately showing him how exquisitely he controlled the Fierce Fire Curse.

Dylan was stunned again and again.

What is this for?

Performing acrobatics for him?

He watched Voldemort's movements warily. He naturally didn't think that a guy that even Dumbledore was afraid of would only do such useless work.

Maybe the other party is hiding some conspiracy and is planning to kill him directly!

However, the other party waved his wand back and forth, casting all kinds of dark spells——

Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus, Fiendfyre...

Take turns to play.

Voldemort said nothing, just kept casting spells.

Dylan blinked his eyes. Whether Voldemort used Cruciatus, Avada Kedavra, or even Imperius, they were just swung towards the surrounding walls.

What is this going on?
at the same time.

Voldemort laughed grimly in his heart.

"Hahaha! How could such a talented guy not degenerate into a dark wizard?"

He continued to use his recovered strength to perform extremely sophisticated black magic.

——His mind had long been twisted, so the casting of these spells had no effect on him and could not affect his emotions.

However, if you watch this kind of black spell, or even try to understand the principles behind it, your mind will inevitably be affected by the black magic.

This little wizard is so young, yet so talented. How can we not be moved by the powerful magic he casts, and not try to understand it?
As long as he has the intention to try to master the black magic, the curse will leave a dark seed in his heart!
By then, when this guy truly realizes the beauty of the dark power, he will have an even more powerful container!

Dylan will also become another escape route for him!
Voldemort was fantasizing in his mind that after controlling Dylan, he would use Dylan to break through Hogwarts and then control the entire wizarding world.

While constantly showing Dylan various dark magics.

"Look at how obsessed this little wizard is. He must be under the influence of the Dark Spell!"

Voldemort looked at Dylan standing there, motionless, just silently watching the dark magic around him. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart, and his hands moved faster.

Dylan himself possesses the three highest-level Unforgivable Curses, as well as other dark magic such as Fierce Fire, Resurrection of the Corpse, and Parasitic Possession.

So when Voldemort demonstrated other dark magic to him personally, he only needed to watch it briefly and was able to learn quickly and understand it easily.

For a moment, the scene fell into a strange situation.

A little kid stood there, silently holding up his wand, doing nothing but studying.

A guy with two faces on one head stood in the distance, crazily using black magic all over the room.

"Boom boom boom!"

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Time passed bit by bit.

After Voldemort demonstrated for a few minutes, the speed of casting the spell gradually slowed down.

The little strength he had managed to recover with the help of Dylan was now almost completely exhausted.

Of course, Voldemort would not use up all his power, even if he wanted to use the dark spell to alienate the mind of this little wizard, it would be best if he could make him completely twisted, mentally collapsed, and become a madman who only knew how to indulge in studying dark forces.

But he would not waste his strength indefinitely, leaving himself with no way out.

——If a person has no way to retreat, he will be in a desperate situation!

This has been Voldemort's way of thinking from the beginning.

"Voldemort's research into the Dark Arts is truly profound. In some respects, he can definitely be considered the best in the entire wizarding world!"

Dylan looked at the various black magics crowded around him, all of which were filled with the ultimate evil and death.

As someone who possesses extremely powerful black spells, he is deeply aware of the viciousness and cruelty emanating from these spells.

Some dark spells that he had never mastered before also brought him extremely novel feelings.

Just as he was about to learn a few more spells, Voldemort slowed down.

He couldn't help but frown.

"Why is it just like this? Can you do it? You..."

Just when Dylan was about to let Voldemort teach him some more dark magic that he had not learned before.

——"Don't try to contaminate my students with dark magic, Tom!"

The space around him twisted.

An old man with deep and serious eyes, dancing silver hair and long white beard suddenly appeared not far away.

As he raised his hand, a powerful and pure magical power surged out, instantly sweeping the entire room.

Those traces of the ferocious black magic quickly dissipated under the impact of this magical power. The originally blazing fire curse was like being strangled by an invisible giant hand, and was extinguished in an instant, leaving only wisps of green smoke slowly rising.

Dylan and Voldemort both froze immediately.

"Old Dengtou?"

"Dumbledore?!"

(End of this chapter)