Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 167 The Fool? A Madman!
Dylan hadn't finished speaking yet.

Mr. Bokin's face had turned deathly pale.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a fine layer of sweat instantly covered his forehead.

A few strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to his somewhat oily cheeks.

"Fool! Don't kill me! I'm willing to give you all my wealth! I'm absolutely your most loyal servant! I swear in Merlin's name!"

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "Are you Merlin's underwear? You dare to swear in his name?"

Mr. Bokin bent down, bowing low with a fawning smile on his face: "If you're willing, I'm willing to be your underwear."

Dylan: (°д°)!

Dylan's face twitched, and he said in a low voice, "Hmph, look at this."

Dylan casually swung his left arm in the air.

The next moment, a glass bottle appeared steadily on the flat table next to him.

The bottle has an ordinary appearance and is not very large. A thin layer of water vapor condenses on the bottle, making it difficult to notice anything unusual unless you look closely.

In reality, the glass bottle was subjected to a traceless stretching spell.

—After Professor Flitwick taught Dylan this spell.

Dylan is very enthusiastic about turning all sorts of items into "space treasures".

This is one of his little quirks, or you could call it a kind of obsession.

"This……"

When Mr. Bokin saw the bottle, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on the glass bottle, before he cautiously glanced at Dylan.

"Could this be... the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider?"

Dylan remained calm and nodded indifferently, which was taken as an affirmative answer.

He held the bottle in his hand, shook it slightly, and the moisture gradually dissipated, revealing a thick stream of venom splashing up.

Upon confirmation, Mr. Bokin's face lit up with excitement, his previously pale cheeks flushed slightly, and a greedy glint appeared in his eyes.

He wasn't a fool—in fact, the fact that Tom took a liking to him and even came here specifically to work for him was enough to show how wicked Mr. Borgin's previous deeds were.

And to be able to do this kind of thing for decades...

It's clearly unreasonable to say that the other party was able to keep the store open for so long because of Voldemort's influence.

Because both before Voldemort rose to prominence and now, even after Voldemort's death, the other party is still running this shop.

This is enough to explain many things.

Therefore, when he saw Dylan not only not raise his hand to cast an Unforgivable Curse on him, he was shocked.

Instead, he took out a bottle of venom from the eight-eyed giant spider that he had traded with before.

Mr. Bokin immediately realized what was going on.

The other party didn't come here specifically to kill him!

Just as he said—they came to reward him!
After realizing he wouldn't be killed, Mr. Bogin's fake smile became more genuine.

"Fool, is this bottle enchanted with a Seamless Stretch Charm? Good heavens! How many pints are in here?"

Mr. Bokin chuckled and rubbed his hands together: "Let me guess, did you hunt down a hundred giant eight-eyed spiders?"

"No, to be precise, it's four hundred and forty-four."

Dylan's deep voice slowly emanated from beneath the mask and hood.

“Those stupid guys always wanted to attack me, so—I sent them to witness their death.”

Mr. Bokin was taken aback, and then made an exaggerated expression.

"My God, nearly five hundred giant eight-eyed spiders!"

His gaze suddenly fell on the glass bottle in Dylan's hand.

"Then there must be nearly a thousand pints of venom here..."

Dylan nodded slightly: "Eight hundred and eighty-eight pints. I will make those eight-eyed giant spiders keep spitting venom until they die from exhaustion."

A strange smile played on his lips: "So, each of them brought me two pints."

The cruel words made Mr. Bokin, who was involved in buying and selling dark magic items, shudder.

He cautiously raised his eyes to look at Dylan, and only after realizing that the other party really had no intention of killing him did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Then he immediately followed up with, "You are truly amazing! Even with all my strength, I would struggle to subdue just one of these ferocious creatures, yet you can capture them with a mere wave of your hand! I truly admire you!"

Looking at this guy in front of him, who was always a shallow believer and no matter how much he bragged, he wasn't even a fanatic. Dylan was too lazy to waste any more words on him.

“You can take this venom and deal with it, but I want to see enough Gallon laid out before me.”

Mr. Bogin opened his mouth: "You mean... you want me to help you sell this venom?"

Dylan glared at him: "Do you have any questions?"

Mr. Bokin immediately shook his head: "No, of course not—I would be happy to do it for you—more than happy to."

"Hehehe..."

Mr. Bokin chuckled twice.

Dylan raised an eyebrow when he saw that Dylan made no further move.

"What? I've already rewarded you, what's your response?"

Mr. Bokin was somewhat dumbfounded.

express?

You're handing me this venom and asking me to sell it for you, but it seems you're not planning to give me a cut.

I won't get any of the money from the sales, and you still expect me to work for you while—

Will they pay you?
What kind of heartless capitalist is this?!

He should be hanged under a streetlight!

—He has been running his shop for so many years, and he has never been stingy with his employees' wages!

Paying to work?

Just how stupid do you have to be to even think of something like that?!
Mr. Bokin was very angry.

However, looking at Karthus sitting steadily in the chair in front of him—judging from their conversation, he didn't seem like a murderous person—how could that be?
The Unforgivable Curse can be discarded at will, people can be killed at will, and Aurors can be toyed with at will.

He could even control the giant eight-eyed spider with dark magic, forcing it to spit out venom—until it vomited until it died!

Clearly, the other party may not actually be murderous, but upon closer examination, it becomes clear that this self-proclaimed Fool has no moral bottom line!
In his eyes, there is probably no concept of morality or good and evil at all!

Perhaps for Karthus, rules are meant to be broken.

Life is meant to be trampled on!

A villain as evil as him is probably even more dangerous than Voldemort was back then!

Voldemort only wanted to rule the world, and he wouldn't kill those who submitted to him as long as they were loyal.

But this person is different. He doesn't seem to care about the loyalty of others and acts entirely according to his own preferences and mood!

When he's in a good mood, he might temporarily put aside his murderous thoughts.

But once he loses interest, he will go on a killing spree!
Mr. Bokin didn't think that the Fool had said a few words to him and even given him the venom of the Octopod Spider to sell, making him seem like a normal guy who was even willing to follow the rules of the trade.

Is he just a normal person now?

—That's absolutely impossible!
Right now, the other person is speaking to him in a friendly manner, but their eyes behind the mask might already be staring at some part of his body, ready to amputate it and turn it into fertilizer!
Thinking of this, Mr. Bokin lowered his head even further.

“My Lord Fool, this is my tribute to you.”

He fumbled in his pocket for a moment, took out a money pouch, and respectfully handed it over with both hands.

"These are all the Gallon I sold after you brought the Venom last time. They're all here."

Dylan glanced at it, casually took it, and sensed it.

It's about 20,000 Galleons.

—The venom from those eight-eyed spiders he gave me last time wouldn't fetch this price.

Dylan nodded in satisfaction, accepted the money pouch, casually placed the bottle containing the eight-eyed spider venom aside, slowly got up, and walked towards the door.

“Well done, I will keep an eye on you—Bock, don’t let me down—I hope to see you standing behind me on the day the world is reshaped.”

Mr. Bokin's body trembled again.

This guy……

Could it be that some kind of curse, undetectable to him, has been placed on him?

Mr. Bokin was on the verge of tears.

These words sounded strangely familiar to him...

It seems that Voldemort said something similar to him back then, but what happened after that?
Voldemort then placed a curse on him!
If it weren't for his good behavior later on, and the many things he did for Voldemort that finally lifted the curse, he would probably be dead along with that devil by now!

But the fool said the same thing to him...

Mr. Bokin opened his mouth several times, wanting to call out to Karsas in front of him, but he didn't dare to.

"Could it be that they've discovered I'm using their high-quality octopus venom to open up new avenues for myself?"

Surely not...

In the end, Dylan stopped himself, turned his head and looked back, his eyes cold.

As a result, we saw that Mr. Bokin was sweating profusely again.

Tsk.

The Burke family is, after all, one of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans.

Although Mr. Borgin will certainly have a lot of dark magic.

However, it's highly unlikely that he would study extreme dark magic like other dark wizards who are willing to sacrifice their own bodies in pursuit of power.

My body shouldn't be this weak.

Is it because I'm getting old?
Indeed, the lifespan of a wizard is usually only around one hundred years, and rarely exceeds one hundred and fifty years.

And Mr. Bokin, if he remembers correctly, must be almost a hundred years old, right? Hmm, it seems he should stop abusing the elderly.

"Bock, do you agree with Delfini?"

Mr. Bogin was taken aback, completely unprepared for Karsas to suddenly ask him a question just as he was about to leave.

My mind went into overdrive, a brainstorming session ensued.

He quickly replied, "I agree, of course I agree! Everyone denies that Miss Delphine is from the Lestrange family, but I know she definitely is!"

"As a noble pure-blood wizard, Miss Delphine is not only a member of the Lestrange family, but also the daughter of that person."

"To be worshipped and followed by Miss Delphine, you must be an even more powerful being than her! — Fool! Death! Long live!"

Dylan's cold gaze slithered over Mr. Borgin like a venomous snake.

He only put it away after making the latter sweat profusely.

“Indeed, I chose her because of her identity. As for you… a member of a pure-blood family, since you were chosen by her and are willing to become my servant, you are still somewhat useful.”

"The world is about to change, and the future will belong only to fools who glorify death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dylan's figure vanished from the spot.

A gust of wind blew.

The wind blew against Mr. Bokin's cheek.

The last deep voice followed.

"Let Delphine leave all the Galleons with you, and I will come to collect them myself."

Waited for a while.

Looking at the empty storefront, Mr. Bokin dared not relax for a moment.

—Who knows if there's another pair of eyes watching him from inside his shop!
He swallowed again.

Mr. Bokin moved stiffly to stand in front of the counter.

Don't dare to move.

However, he was actually somewhat relieved.

"Thank goodness! Although the Ministry of Magic has been after him, I knew from the first moment I saw him that he would never be caught by those stupid Aurors."

Since that's the case, and they've already come once before, they're bound to come again!
So Mr. Bokin kept all the Galleons he had recently acquired on his person.

Just in case.

What if Karthus comes running over again?

Ask him for the money.

As it turned out, he had no money on him.

The other party wants to take him directly to Gringotts to withdraw the money?

Don't say that Gringotts must also have Karthus's wanted poster on it.

The Ministry of Magic's wanted poster is worthless!

Voldemort was wanted every day before, but what was he ultimately arrested for?
Almost the entire Ministry of Magic has defected!
What does this mean?
It's a very simple thing—only power matters!
This Karthus, in some respects, clearly possesses power no less than Voldemort's back then!
—At least in terms of the Unforgivable Curse, this Fool is no less skilled than the Dark Lord!

So if the other person takes him to Gringotts, it will most likely be just like strolling around the park next to his home – leisurely and carefree!
Will Karthus steal all the money he's saved up in Gringotts for his funeral?
Is not this nonsensical!

When Karthus last showed up, he already made it clear that he wanted money!

It's still a lot of money!

Clearly, this Fool's true goal may actually be different from Voldemort's!

One is an idealist.

One of them is a madman!

As for who the madman is...

I understand everything I understand.

Mr. Bokin looked left and right, but saw nothing unusual in the store, nor did he see anyone suddenly appear on a chair in his store.

He relaxed a little, but dared not do anything else, and could only sit there stiffly.

"But... with so much venom from the eight-eyed giant spider, he didn't ask me for money?"

Mr. Bokin was somewhat puzzled.

The last time the other party gave him a bottle of venom, it was essentially something he bought—he had already paid for it.

But today, the other party took all the Galon he earned from selling Venom.

Since the other party was a pervert, he naturally couldn't say anything.

But this time, the new venom that the Fool brought did not ask him for Galon.

This surprised Mr. Bokin.

He thought and thought, but he still couldn't figure out why.

It can't be that they're worried he can't afford it, right?
After much thought, Mr. Bokin could only attribute the problem to one thing.

—This guy is a madman!

Their actions are completely irrational and without any rhyme or reason!

But...

As time went on, Mr. Bokin's spirits were no longer as tense as they were at the beginning.

He stroked the glass bottle the fool had given him, a multitude of thoughts swirling in his mind.

"With so much octopus spider venom, it can create more than just Galon..."

He began to plan how to maximize his profits by utilizing the venom of these eight-eyed giant spiders.

—It's not just about getting more Galleons, but also about being able to hand over a considerable sum before the enemy arrives again.

He also wanted to earn some "hardship fee" for himself, in addition to Galon!
……

at the same time.

After leaving Knockout Alley, Dylan first left the Leaky Cauldron, then changed back to his original appearance and returned.

Enter Diagon Alley through the small courtyard entrance.

Dylan arrived at Gringotts.

I had just stepped through the gate.

The old fox who had previously received him immediately spotted him.

A smile instantly spread across the other person's wrinkled face, and with unexpected agility, they rushed towards Dylan.

"Mr. Dylan, we've been waiting for you!"

The old witch's voice was sharp yet had a lively quality, but the volume wasn't loud.

"Please come in, please come in this way—you're here to confirm the contract signing and inspect the house, right?"

As the old witch spoke, she gestured for the others to enter.

—Those slender fingers danced lightly in the air; at first glance, one might mistake them for some kind of welcoming ceremony performed by the old witch.

"Well, Hogwarts is on holiday, so I finally have time to come and check on my house."

Upon hearing this, the old demon narrowed her eyes into slits, and her smile grew even brighter.

"A holiday is great! Young wizards should take advantage of the holiday to relax!"

"You're so eager to see your house as soon as you're on vacation. You really care about your property. You're sure to have a bright future!"

These words sounded somewhat sarcastic.

But Dylan knew that fairies would indeed regard valuing their possessions as a praiseworthy and noble quality, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Led enthusiastically by the old fairy, Dylan walked through the spacious and bright hall.

— Right now, the fairies are busily moving between the various counters, handling all sorts of matters for the wizards.

Dylan even felt that the air was filled with the crisp sound of gold coins clinking together.

Before long, Dylan was led by the old witch to an elegantly decorated, enclosed room.

This room is completely different from the ordinary enclosed space we had last time.

The walls were inlaid with gemstones, and a thick carpet covered the floor, which felt soft to the touch even when wearing shoes.

It's noticeably more refined and luxurious.

"Looks like this old hag is finally treating me like a VIP, hehe~"

The room was set up with a magic circle, and as soon as Dylan entered, he felt a cool breeze—it didn't feel stuffy despite being a closed room.

After sitting down, the old witch rubbed her hands together and took out the land deed that Dylan had purchased.

I confirmed with Dylan again.

The old demon flipped his hand and took out a seal, branding it onto the contract.

In an instant, a dazzling golden mark flashed across the light.

Although it was only fleeting.

But the next moment, the contract that was originally laid flat on the table was ignited by an invisible force.

The flames began to spread from the edge of the contract's imprint and quickly engulfed the entire sheet of paper.

In the blink of an eye, the entire contract was enveloped in blazing golden flames.

Despite the flickering flames, the contract did not turn to ashes.

—The golden flames seemed to be reshaping the contract, remelting every texture and every character of it.

Finally, as the flames slowly subsided and coalesced, the contract formed a crystal ball.

Dylan raised his brow.

"The Curse of Unwavering Loyalty? No, it's a different kind of spell... It's similar to the spell on the contract we paid for before, but not exactly the same."

(End of this chapter)