Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 170 An unexpected encounter with Lupin?! You're practically taking over your student's home, Professor!

Wake up the next day.

Dylan found a note on the dining table.

His parents are back.

"So you still know to come home."

Dylan walked over to see what was on the note.

He thought it was left for him by his parents, reminding him that there was breakfast in the refrigerator.

result……

—Son, your mom and I got back too late and didn't have time to make anything to eat. Could you cook something for us and put it in the fridge? Then you can go about your own business. We'll eat by ourselves when we wake up.

"...?"

Dylan curled his lips.

He was convinced too!
Fortunately, no other wizards were watching, and his use of magic would not attract anyone's attention—even though he had signed the so-called leave of absence guarantee.

Therefore, Dylan himself decided to make some fresh food.

So I just cooked dinner for his parents.

Upon entering the kitchen, I found a considerable amount of food in the refrigerator.

Dylan didn't have to do it himself.

Yesterday, he cast ten max-level housework spells, several of which were food-related spells.

Dylan used four magic spells: quick peeling, slicing everything, heating the pan with oil, and quick frying to cook it quickly. In almost no time, he prepared a rather sumptuous meal.

—He didn't fry it in hot oil.

It's not good to eat such oily food so early in the morning.

Dylan devoured his portion in a flash.

Sitting at the table, he leisurely flipped his hand and took out a bottle of Obsidian Recovery Potion.

This is the highest-grade potion he has ever developed, and its quality and effects are also the best.

Dylan uncorked the bottle and dripped a few drops into the remaining food that his parents had prepared.

Then, he casually picked up a spoon and stirred it a few times to mix the recovery agent with the food.

"At her age, she still stays up so late every day. It's really worrying."

Dylan muttered as he stirred.

When it was almost time, I got up and went to the kitchen to get a roll of cling film.

They skillfully sealed the plates containing the food tightly.

Then I opened the refrigerator and put the wrapped plate inside.

I also tidied up the things in the refrigerator.

Let his parents open the refrigerator so they can see the food he has prepared at a glance.

After doing all this, Dylan casually used a cleaning spell to wash the plates he had eaten from and put them back in the cupboard.

Only then did he leave home.

Dylan was curious to test the teleportation effect of the Killing Curse. After a moment's thought, he put on the Shadow Ring before leaving home.

Even the wand effects were turned colorless.

Dylan raised his wand, and an invisible stream of magic shot out, carrying a hidden death whistle, hurtling towards the sky.

At that moment, Dylan's mind was racing.

Suddenly, the magic around him fluctuated violently.

The space trembled slightly.

Dylan then disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already high in the sky behind the trajectory of the Killing Curse.

The wind billowed his long robe, making it flutter loudly.

The curse was still flying into the distance, but it was gradually dissipating.

Before he could even regain his footing, gravity took effect.

Dylan began to fall rapidly.

However, he remained calm and composed, adjusting his posture as he fell.

He gripped the wand in his right hand, exerted force with his arm, and unleashed another Killing Curse, shooting it at a 45-degree angle into the distance.

Just as the Killing Curse flew away, Dylan's magic erupted once more, causing imperceptible ripples to spread through the air.

Dylan flashes back into existence.

It moved laterally a long distance.

"Well, it can be used to launch a surprise attack during a fight, but it would be a bit silly to use it for traveling."

Dylan continued to fall, the wind howling in his ears, the ground approaching at an alarming speed.

But in the next instant, an invisible and transparent wave suddenly rippled around Dylan, enveloping him and instantly halting his descent.

Her body, which had been falling rapidly, was now suspended steadily in mid-air, her hair flying wildly in the wind, and the hem of her clothes still swaying due to inertia.

"But what good would it do to suddenly close the distance during a duel? Why would wizards fight at close range? Unless I get my hands on the Sword of Gryffindor."

Dylan pursed his lips.

He used a flight spell to quickly head towards his estate in Herefordshire.

—Of course, this manor should now be called Hawkwood Manor.

After arriving at the destination.

Dylan observed for a moment.

His own estate covers a total of 82 acres, or about 300,000 square meters.

It can be described as quite vast.

"Now that's what a manor should be like!"

The entire county of Hereford covers an area of ​​approximately 538782 acres.

His estate only accounts for a small fraction of the total.

Dylan hovered above the center of the manor.

He wasn't in a hurry to thoroughly inspect the manor's structure.

Instead, he waved his wand, intending to use the Faithful Charm to envelop the entire manor.

A skilled and experienced wizard can designate himself as the confidant when casting the Fidelity Spell.

If Dylan can successfully cast the spell, he can hide the location of the manor and other related secrets within his soul.

This thus protected the manor under the protection of the Curse of Loyalty.

"Swish"

The wand danced rapidly in Dylan's hand, and invisible rays of light burst forth from its tip, while unseen, transparent magic surged forth, imperceptible to onlookers.

Dylan took a deep breath, his lips moved rapidly, and he muttered incantations, syllables escaping from between his teeth, while his wand danced in his hand.

Ripples spread across the calm air, and the space became viscous, as if an invisible spiderweb was pulling and twisting it.

Centered on Dylan, invisible magic spread out, gradually outlining a huge and complex magic circle.

The threads of a curse run through it, attempting to shroud the entire manor.

Although invisible to the naked eye, a distinctly oppressive atmosphere permeated the air, and the magical fluctuations caused the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees to tremble slightly.

When the incantation reached a crucial moment, Dylan frowned slightly.

He felt that the spell was not flowing smoothly.

Sure enough, just as the curse was about to engulf the entire manor, the invisible magic circle suddenly trembled violently.

boo~
A faint, almost imperceptible voice sounded.

The magic dissipated rapidly.

"Even a near-maxed Critical Loyalty Spell can't cover such a large area of ​​the manor?"

Dylan curled his lips.

It seems that turning an entire 82-acre estate into a secret, hidden deep within one's soul, is no easy task.

Alternatively, perhaps Dylan could achieve that once he maxes out his mastery of the Loyal Heart Spell.

Alternatively, we'll have to see if Dylan, after reaching adulthood, has the opportunity to achieve something similar, given that his magic has reached even greater heights in all aspects.

After a moment's thought, Dylan realized that although he couldn't directly envelop the entire manor in a spell of unwavering loyalty and turn it into a secret, that didn't mean he couldn't carry it out in parts.

Dylan arrived at the villa area of ​​the estate and tapped his wand.

In an instant, the magic shot out, quickly covering the villa and the Quidditch pitch not far away.

Dylan made himself the guarantor, turning this location into a secret, burying it deep within his soul.

As for the other areas, the manor itself connects the mountains and plains, and this large part is his territory, and this part is also protected by the Muggle expulsion spell.

Ordinary Muggles cannot get close here.

As for the other wizards—if Dylan isn't planning on doing anything strange in this part of the territory.

Even if wizards pass by, they won't notice anything.

After all, the main concern is that there's a chance this place will reveal that it's a wizard's manor, and he's already hidden it.

For now, we don't need to pay too much attention to the other parts.

—He also didn't need to encompass an entire mountain or plain.

"When I have time, I'll go find Old Deng and learn some spells, like the Anti-Apparition Charm."

In fact, Dylan hasn't even mastered Apparition yet.

He found no record of this curse in any book.

It seems that if I want to learn, I probably have no choice but to learn from professors.

However, he had previously sounded out the professors' opinions.

Even though he is already quite strong, the professors are still hesitant about teaching him Apparition.

After all, the danger of this spell is such that even adult wizards may not be able to control it.

Even the slightest mishap could lead to a physical breakdown.

That would be a very serious consequence.

Therefore, Professor McGonagall had also told him about the Apparition spell—

Teaching is absolutely necessary.

But teaching should be done rhythmically and with a forward-looking approach.

It's not about not teaching, but about teaching slowly, methodically, and with regulation; moving from teaching a large quantity of material to teaching a high quality of material; teaching that promotes development; and teaching that combines practical situations with long-term goals.

Teaching is not about teaching haphazardly, but about teaching that is thoughtful, planned, and systematic, and that is sustainable and strategically developed.

—That's not exactly what it's called, but that's roughly the idea.

Dylan couldn't help but admire Professor McGonagall's foresight.

Removing the Shadow Ring and dispelling his invisibility, Dylan walked steadily through the mansion.

Although the fairies are responsible for managing the manor, they don't come to clean it very often.

After all, Gringotts owns so many properties that even if they sent out all their staff to clean them every day, they might not be able to finish the job.

So, although the mansion was luxurious, it had accumulated some dust.

There weren't many stains—indeed, just as that old witch had said, they had thoroughly cleaned the entire villa.

Dylan waved his wand gently, and invisible magic flowed out along the wand's trajectory.

Dylan used a cleaning spell to peel off the thin layer of dust from the wall, and in no time, both the floor tiles and the walls were restored to their bright and clean state, shining like mirrors.

As Dylan walked, magic flowed from his body, surging everywhere, and the entire villa was thoroughly cleansed from the inside out.

The once slightly old and gloomy house has been completely transformed, with every corner exuding a fresh and bright atmosphere and shining brightly under the sunlight.

"It seems that the max-level spells I've mastered by maxing out my proficiency are still somewhat different from the truly max-level spells rewarded by the system. They are both max level, but the level of each max level is not exactly the same."

As for Clean Up, Dylan uses it so often that he has already maxed out his proficiency.

Even so, the system still rewarded him with a max-level cleanup skill.

After receiving the reward, Dylan clearly felt that even though his proficiency was maxed out, he was still far from reaching the true maximum level.

And his understanding of the seemingly ordinary spell of cleansing has also become more profound.

This made Dylan think of another possibility.

"Is reaching the maximum level not the real end?"

In fact, this possibility does exist.

After all, even a spell that has reached its maximum level can still have its characteristics added, thus giving it new abilities.

So, can this still be considered the maximum level?

Even if you max out all the traits, is it truly at max level?

Actually, Dylan had thought about this issue before.

In essence, it's not complicated to understand.

Because when a spell reaches its maximum level, and whatever changes occur to the spell, whether in its effects or the spell itself, it will be different from before.

Then it can naturally be equated to another kind of spell.

This viewpoint is not difficult to understand. In other words, even if he has mastered the max-level Cleanse, he can still expand upon this spell further.

Whether it's refining it with magic or giving it new characteristics.

He could add his own understanding to the spell based on his own considerations, thus changing it—that is, the secondary shaping of the spell that Professor McGonagall had once taught him.

Even three or four times...

So, a spell that has already reached the maximum level may even reach level one proficiency after becoming a new spell; this is a possibility.

Dylan only thought about it for a moment before putting it out of his mind.

He looked at the murals that originally stood on the walls of the manor, left behind by the previous owner.

They are all very ordinary paintings, serving only as decoration, and have nothing special about them.

As Dylan walked down a corridor, he looked back and an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"How about I turn my manor into a Hogwarts?"

Of course—of course!
The Hogwarts that Dylan was referring to was not about turning his manor into a school.

Instead, he wanted to transform his estate into a magical manor.

Generally speaking, the murals in Hogwarts are mostly movable—unlike ordinary murals.

Furthermore, the murals in Hogwarts can preserve the wizards' own thoughts, ideas, wisdom, and insights, enabling them to communicate and interact with people outside the murals.

Dylan also wanted to create a few murals.

This thing is similar to Horcruxes.

The only difference is that the murals do not require the wizard to split his own soul—nor do they require the sacrifice of an innocent, tragically deceased soul.

To create such a portrait mural, a wizard only needs to use magical spells and special techniques to infuse specific memories or personality traits into the image, and then allow the image to capture and store this information.

In this way, the figures or scenes in the portrait can have a certain spirituality and dynamic effect.

The more powerful the wizard, the more energy and magic they poured into the murals.

The resulting portrait will then be closer to the wizard himself.

The higher the wisdom of the person depicted in the portrait, the better.

If Old Dumbledore created the murals, as long as he put in the effort, the final masterpiece would surely be just like the divination charts in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.

—They can even use the magic that wizards themselves know!

"I'll write a letter to the professors and hope they can finish the murals before the semester starts—though I'm not in a hurry to put them in my manor."

Once the idea formed in Dylan's mind, he was almost certain that this was something that had to be done.

Dylan wasn't particularly anxious about when the professors would be able to make it for him.

"I hope Professor Snape won't add his snakes when he's making the murals; he can't argue with me about that."

Dylan chuckled softly: "Besides, he can't even win an argument with me in person, let alone with a mural. What if he angers Professor Snape in the mural so much that he doesn't show his face every day? Who will I talk to then?"

Dylan hummed a little tune and tidied up the Quidditch pitch as he went.

He then did not linger at the mansion, but instead flew back into the air.

"This manor, well, there's no need to plant too much stuff here right now, but it can serve as a backup space for my pets."

Once all the plants and animals in the manor have matured, they can be harvested directly into his pet space.

In this way, they can raise livestock from both ends.

Regardless, even if he spent a full million Galleons to initiate the space's self-circulation, that is, the self-sufficiency of the ecosystem, allowing the space to quickly breed life.

But Dylan still felt it wasn't enough.

However, given that the space is not yet very large, Dylan is not in a hurry to enrich the variety of life.

Let things take their time.

After inspecting his Hawkwood estate.

Since it was still early, Dylan headed to a nearby safe house.

A small, dilapidated house in a community of pure wizards.

Use the spell of unwavering loyalty here again, turn it into a secret, and hide it away.

Dylan left without even packing.

Dylan has no intention of living in a place like this.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to clean it—it is only used as a safe house for Dylan to take refuge or transit in an emergency.

The safe house is secured.

Dylan leisurely returned home.

It was around dusk.

The Hawkwoods did not go out.

Instead, they cooked a whole table of food for Dylan.

"At least they still remember me, their son."

After Dylan finished eating, he chatted with his parents for a while and gave them some wizarding trinkets.

For example, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans smell like boogers, earwax, or vomit.

As Dylan walked into his room and before closing the door, he finally heard his parents, who had been laughing sweetly, suddenly...

vomit!
Ugh~!

The smile didn't disappear; it simply moved to Dylan's face.

He gently closed the door.

"I hope you like these candies, Mom and Dad."

—Among them were some bizarre desserts specially developed by the Weasley twins.

It was a gift I gave to Dylan before he left school.

Dylan, of course, couldn't bear to eat it himself.

Isn't this blatantly hogging the benefits?

As a thoughtful and kind son, of course he wanted his parents to also try the sweet treats among wizards!
That's what it means to be willing to share!

"Oh my god, is there any other child in the world as filial as me?"

"No, maybe there really is—Hermione even gave her parents a Forgetfulness Charm."

"That's really filial piety, making up for the fact that his parents, who are Muggles, never experienced the curse."

Dylan understands Hermione's thoughts and is willing to give her a thumbs up.

In the following days, Dylan began to deal with the safe houses he had swindled from the old fox one by one.

In addition to casting the spell of unwavering loyalty upon these properties, he also had to create the door keys.

Dylan did not intend to register the creation of the port keys with the Ministry of Magic's Key Office.

Although making Portkeys without authorization is a violation of the law, the Ministry of Magic does not have an effective means to detect whether anyone has made unauthorized Portkeys.

Just like Barty Crouch Jr.

The fact that he turned the Triwizard Cup into a Portkey was not detected or investigated by the Ministry of Magic beforehand.

Therefore, if someone makes a door key without authorization, they will only be discovered if they are reported.

Or perhaps something went wrong while using the door key.

For example, it could cause Muggles to be accidentally transported to other places, or the use of a Portkey could attract the attention of Muggles, thereby attracting the attention of the Ministry of Magic.

Then the Ministry of Magic might launch an investigation.

But this is not a difficult problem for Dylan to solve.

After casting a spell of unwavering loyalty, finding his safe house is no easy task.

Not to mention, he would never show his true face or use the door key to reveal himself.

"Once I own properties on other continents and make door keys for them all, won't I essentially have a door to anything?"

Dylan successfully placed the Fidelity Curse on three of the five properties.

However, when he arrived at another property, the one that was the most dilapidated.

To Dylan's surprise, he discovered that there were other people in his house!
Before entering his house each time, Dylan would first perform a divination.

It's not that he's afraid of death, but being cautious is always a good thing.

He successfully set up the spells on the first few properties.

This time, however, before he entered the house, during the divination process, he saw that after entering the house, he would suddenly bump into a person huddled in a corner.

The two immediately started fighting.

As expected, Dylan used a Death Spell to successfully control the other party and also learned who this wandering wizard was...

—Lupin, who is about to become his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in his third year!

Dylan, carrying the Shadow Ring, looked at the house in the remote location with a complicated expression.

The stone walls of the house are severely weathered, and wild grass grows in many places from the cracks in the stones, swaying weakly in the wind.

The roof tiles were incomplete, and sunlight could even shine directly into the house through the gaps without any obstruction.

Several windows hung crookedly on the window frame, one of which was reduced to a lonely half, looking somewhat like an empty eye gazing at the desolation, and also looking back at him.

Dylan hesitated for a moment, but decided not to bother Professor Lupin, who, because of his werewolf identity, had difficulty finding paid work and could only wander around, barely making ends meet by doing odd jobs.

In any case, this guy will be his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the second half of the year.

This means they are bound to meet at school.

So, if Dylan rushes into the house now, should he kill him outright or drive him away?
Should we erase the other person's memory?

Will this affect Old Man Deng's ability to find him and recruit him as a professor at Hogwarts?
These are all very troublesome things.

Dylan is someone who dislikes trouble.

Instead of making so much trouble, it's better to leave now and wait until the next holiday when Lupin becomes his professor and can live at Hogwarts. Then Dylan can come back and turn this property into a safe house.

It doesn't affect anything.

"Old Deng, do you know how much I sacrificed to find you a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? You can just keep that to yourself and be happy!"

Dylan silently retreated.

"I wonder if there will be any opportunity for Professor Lu Ping to help me with some research."

Just as Dylan was gradually walking away.

A head slowly peeked out from the window that was originally only half open.

His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes showed the marks of long-term fatigue, and his old robe hung loosely on his body.

It was Remus John Lupin.

He frowned slightly, his gaze filled with a hint of doubt, staring out the window as if he had noticed something unusual.

However, all he could see when he looked around were wild grasses swaying in the wind and a desolate wilderness.

Lupin scanned the area carefully again, and only after confirming that he had found nothing did he slowly retreat.

After leaving the dilapidated safe house, Dylan did not go directly to the last safe house.

Instead, he went home.

I spent a month with my parents in a rather uneventful way.

Until May 31th.

Dylan then proceeded to the last safe house.

His property is located in a Muggle community in Surrey, England.

The specific location is No. 9, Zifang Road, Xiaohuijin District.

—A place very close to No. 4 Privet Road.

After setting up the safe house simply and casting the Fidelity Charm on it, Dylan clapped his hands.

"I should get that old witch to get me another property, then this property can be designated as Cave No. 7."

It's worth noting that the number seven is considered to be the most magical number.

Voldemort divided his soul into seven pieces by creating Horcruxes.

Even if you add "Tom Riddle" and "Voldemort" together, there are a total of seven syllables.

Among the elements of magic, many spells are composed of seven letters.

Even magical potions are like that—such as Polyjuice Potion.

There are seven ingredients in it.

The Obsidian Restorative Agent developed by Dylan, after careful selection, ultimately yielded the best solution with seven ingredients.

So it has to be said that the number seven does indeed hold some significance.

If Dylan uses this safe house as a refuge in Cave 7, he might trigger something lucky.

"However, Harry is Voldemort's sixth Horcrux, and this is my last safe house, Cave 6, which is also near Harry's house. In a way, none of this was my arrangement, but rather a coincidence."

How can this not be considered a kind of luck?

Dylan smacked his lips.

"But speaking of which, it's 1993 now. Next year, Nagini will also be turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort, and right now, we don't even know where she is."

Dylan still wanted to study whether it was possible to reverse the effects of the blood curse on Nagini, who gradually turned into a beast and lost her human memories and consciousness.

"However, Nagini will also appear in next year's storyline, so let's wait until next year."

(End of this chapter)