Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 171 Harry, go ahead and use these prank gadgets, they're much more effective than magic.

"Fortunately, this is still a Muggle community, unlike other places where homeless wizards can just move into any empty house they see."

After hiding the last safe house, Dylan strolled along and soon arrived at No. 4 Privet Drive.

Today is Harry's birthday, after all, and Dylan specially chose this time to inspect his house.

The purpose was to celebrate Harry's birthday.

—It was definitely not because he had promised Harry earlier that he would call him sooner, but every time he remembered, he would say two more days later.

However, as the days went by, Dylan dragged things out later and later.

As a result, almost in the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed before Dylan's eyes.

This time, Dylan remembered that he still had a safe house that hadn't been inspected, thanks to a letter Ron had sent him not long ago.

It read that Ron wanted to invite Dylan to visit the Burrow again.

Finally, he asked Dylan if he had called Harry.

—Clearly, Ron forgot about it as soon as he started his vacation.

Dylan replied that he would visit Harry directly on July 31st and bring him a birthday present.

— He didn't call before because he wanted to surprise Harry.

Dylan also wrote in the letter that if Ron wanted to contact Harry, he should not mention him on the phone or in a letter.

So as not to ruin the surprise he had prepared for Harry.

What surprises are there actually?
"Innocence" was just an excuse he made up.

But anyway, Harry is just a little kid now.

With a little excuse, a little coaxing will make things right.

Ron didn't reply to him, and he didn't know what it meant.

"knocking"

Dylan knocked on the door.

He didn't ring the doorbell.

—There was a slippery, suspicious-looking substance hanging on the doorbell, which made people feel uneasy and completely disheartened, so they didn't want to ring it.

Waited for a while.

No one came to open the door.

Dylan banged on the door again.

That's when things started to move inside.

The door opened slowly.

A bloated, obese man appeared in the doorway—it was Vernon Dursley.

He frowned, looking Dylan up and down with obvious impatience, and asked gruffly, "Who are you?"

Dylan blinked. "Hi, could you please tell Harry that his classmate is looking for him?"

Vernon paused slightly when he heard the name "Harry".

Once he realized what had happened, his face immediately darkened, and he looked like a stray dog ​​whose tail had been stepped on, almost jumping up and down.

"There's no one named Harry Potter here! Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

boom!
Vernon had barely finished speaking.

The door was slammed shut.

Dylan looked at the closed door, then at the scattered crowd around him who had been drawn to the scene.

What kind of miserable life did Harry actually live?
Whether it's reading books, watching movies, or hearing Harry describe the quirky stories about the Dursleys to him, he'll find it all in one go.

Dylan was mentally prepared, but he didn't expect that the other party would bark at him like a mad dog as soon as he heard Harry's name.

They wouldn't even bother to brush him off?
What kind of guilty conscience must someone have had to do to end up like this?
Squint your eyes.

Dylan's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to cast a spell silently.

A sudden noise came from inside the door.

Dylan heard Harry's angry voice and Vernon's roar.

The next moment, the door lock clicked.

The door was pushed open again.

Harry appeared with a look of surprise on his face.

"I just happened to be passing by when I heard your voice. I thought I must have misheard! Dylan, what brings you here?"

Dylan looked at the excited smile on Harry's face, then glanced through the crack in the door at the angry old fat man inside.

He gradually smiled, his gaze calmed, and he took out a gift from his handbag.

"Happy birthday, Harry. This is a gift for you."

Dylan placed a blue crystal, no bigger than a marble, in Harry's hand.

"Wow! What beautiful crystals!" Harry blinked, exclaiming with delight.

Dylan smiled slightly: "Remember to carry it with you at all times. I made it with special ancient magic runes. If you encounter any bad luck, it might bring you a turning point."

Actually, this gemstone can be considered a heart-protecting stone.

It was also a small idea that came to Dylan while he was researching how to summon a guardian deity.

Although he still hadn't mastered the Guardian Charm, Dylan was able to transform a gem into a protective stone that could bring peace of mind by combining his existing magical knowledge.

The gem in Harry's hand is an example of this.

He not only added calming spells to it, but also wrote some protective spells.

This sapphire not only helps Harry mitigate the negative effects of Dementors when facing them, but it can also directly help him resist some lower-level spells.

It wasn't that a shield would simply spring up and withstand the attack.

Instead, it guides a spell that isn't overly powerful, helping Harry to shift his position just before it hits, thus deflecting the spell.

If you can't stop the curse, can't you at least escape it?
After all, the gem is only so big, and the amount of magic Dylan can put into it can never be infinite.

So instead of taking the attack head-on, it's better to help Harry deflect it slightly, causing the spell to miss.

This could be a lifesaver for Harry in crucial moments.

However, when faced with threats like hordes of zombies, they are naturally helpless... completely powerless.

Most importantly, Dylan also turned this gem into a door key.

After all, his appearance has already caused a lot of impact. Could it trigger some kind of yin-yang balance law in the world, causing Voldemort to suddenly become powerful and turn the tables on Harry?

This is something Dylan cannot be sure of.

Within the storyline, Dylan naturally believed Harry would be alright, but what might happen outside of it was anyone's guess.

Therefore, if anything were to happen to Harry, this key could also help him return directly to a safe house set up by Dylan.

As a restriction, Dylan added a condition to the key.

That is, it can only be activated when Harry is about to die.

This can be considered one of Dylan's clever ideas.

As for the gem he gave to Harry, will it be discovered and noticed by Old Man Dumbledore and the others?

—Dylan believed that even if they found out, they wouldn't say anything.

Harry might even have the Portkey that Dumbledore and his friends secretly hid on him.

Even Harry himself didn't know.

"I will keep it close to my body. Thank you, Dylan. You are the first person to give me a birthday present by hand!"

Harry carefully took the sapphire with both hands and held it in his palms.

Dylan saw Fungon lurking behind the door, staring furtively at Harry's back, and his gaze swept across him.

"And one more thing."

"Huh? What?"

“I put a curse on this, a wizard’s curse—any ordinary Muggle other than you who tries to steal the protective stone I gave you will have their souls devoured by the evil spirit I raise inside, becoming an empty shell that can only wait to grow old and unable to move every day.”

Dylan smiled and said, "In fact, the reason this protective stone can keep you safe is because of the evil spirit inside."

"Huh?" Harry was a little confused.

However, when Harry saw Dylan wink at him, he glanced at Vernon behind him and immediately understood what his friend meant.

He nodded repeatedly, his voice rising a little: "That evil spirit must have been captured from the cemetery behind the academy, right?"

Dylan smiled and nodded: "Yes, I almost broke my wand trying to catch it."

Harry looked deeply moved—in fact, he was genuinely touched.

He never expected that Dylan would personally come to this house he loathed and personally deliver the gift to him.

“Ron called a couple of days ago—but the call was hung up on me. Good heavens, I thought I wouldn’t be able to get in touch with you guys for the whole summer.”

Dylan tilted his head: "Where's your owl?"

Harry glanced at Vernon, who was staring at them from a short distance behind him, and then pursed his lips.

"He always chases my owls away! I don't have many owls to scare him like I did when I started school!"

Dylan pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh.

"Although we can't use magic now, the Ministry of Magic hasn't restricted us. We usually play with some prank props at home."

Harry's eyes lit up immediately: "You mean..."

Dylan then pulled some things out of his concealed handbag.

Prank Toy Snake – It looks like a toy snake, and it really is a toy snake.

However, unlike ordinary toy snakes, this thing will pounce on people like a real snake when they approach after the switch is pressed.

It can also mimic a real snake biting someone.

Although it won't cause any actual harm.

But it hurts quite a bit when you bite into it.

And it's quite frightening.

Magic Itch Powder – When sprinkled on someone, it will make them itch all over and unable to stop scratching.

This thing is perfect for making the person being pranked look bad in public.

Bat Spirit Spray – As the name suggests, it turns a person's boogers into bats that then crawl out of their nostrils. Magic Stink Egg – It looks like an egg, but once cracked open, it releases a nauseating odor, quickly filling an entire space with a foul smell.

"So much..."

Harry was speechless.

Watching Dylan pull one item after another from his satchel and then stuff them into another, slightly smaller cloth bag.

Harry cautiously peered out onto the street.

"This is a small pouch that I made myself using the Seamless Stretch Charm. Keep it close to your body so that even if you can't use magic, you won't be bullied at home."

Dylan handed the bag to Harry.

Harry tilted his head slightly, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

Dylan pouted: "What are you trying to do? Don't tell me you're trying to cry. I don't know how to comfort guys, not even my brothers."

Harry: "..."

The emotion I felt just now was swallowed back by Dylan's words.

"Anyway, Dylan, thank you."

"Hey! Now that the gift has been delivered, I'll head back now, lest I lose my temper and unleash a spell to turn you, my rude and ill-mannered uncle, into ashes."

Vernon, who was not far away, shuddered.

How can this guy be so violent?!
Who exactly did Harry Potter know?

No wonder he dared to talk back to them as soon as he came back recently!
It turns out they were relying on the power behind them!
Do you think that just because you met some wizards at that academy, you can look down on them?

Vernon gritted his teeth.

He really wanted to rush over, point his finger at Dylan's nose, and teach this brat a lesson.

But looking into Dylan's indifferent eyes, he still backed down.

Dylan snorted coldly: "Alright, it's time to say goodbye. If you have time, you can call Ron and the others directly. There's no need to wait for him to call you."

Harry nodded, a look of reluctance on his face.

—It was so hard to finally see my good friend during this difficult summer vacation.

Today is his birthday!

But in the blink of an eye, we will have to part ways.

This is really upsetting!

However, this house wasn't Harry's own after all.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't invite Dylan into the house.

If Dylan really couldn't resist and used a spell on his aunt and uncle, he would definitely be punished by the Ministry of Magic and the school.

Harry didn't want his best friend to take risks for him.

"Goodbye."

Dylan waved his hand and turned to leave.

In fact, before Harry appeared, his silent and unarmed attack on Vernon, causing a minor accident, would not have had any significant impact.

As long as you pay attention to the appropriate degree, it's fine.

After all, compared to ordinary little wizards.

Although they were all minors, they all signed a guarantee.

In reality, the Ministry of Magic doesn't actually keep a very close eye on things.

Without using their own wands, some young wizards, even if they cast spells in the Muggle world, might not necessarily be caught.

Not to mention that Dylan can block others from tracking him when they use spells on him.

And when Little Fuzi wasn't that old—or rather, when he was only 16, after he learned about his Muggle origins.

Then they returned to the old Gaunt house.

He knocked out his uncle, Morfin Gaunt, and took his wand.

They then proceeded to the Riddle family mansion in Little Hangleton.

He used Avada Kedavra to kill his father, Tom Riddle the Elder, who had abandoned him and his mother.

Little Hangleton is located in the Muggle world.

At that time, Xiao Fuzi was only 16 years old, not yet an adult, and had not graduated.

However, at that time, there wasn't a single wizard around when he was killing people.

As a result, the Ministry of Magic did not react at all.

Therefore, Dylan was not afraid that the Ministry of Magic would trace his use of magic outside.

The problem is, however, that Harry will appear as soon as he does.

Or rather, to use some excessive magic around Harry.

Even the presence of magical fluctuations near Harry would most likely be detected by the Ministry of Magic.

—The Ministry of Magic is clearly keeping a close eye on Harry.

This is both protection and vigilance.

Therefore, if Dylan had attacked Vernon silently and without a wand before seeing Harry, he might have been able to get away with it.

Because no wizard could watch him use magic.

However, he could no longer do that after Harry appeared.

Otherwise, he had a premonition that as soon as he used magic...

Harry will definitely receive a letter from the Office for the Prevention of Magical Misuse.

Dylan is absolutely certain of this.

Last summer.

Harry had been warned.

He did not use magic at the time.

Regardless of the extent of the magical fluctuations or the difference between them and the magic that a wizard can actually perform.

—The one who cast the spell wasn't a wizard, but a house-elf.

Harry was still considered by the Ministry of Magic to be the young wizard who had violated the rules by casting a spell.

Harry being warned is a minor issue; the real trouble would come if Dylan were dragged into the Ministry of Magic's purview.

So in the end, Dylan only gave Harry a bunch of prank props and didn't personally take action to let this person who dared to yell at him the moment they met feel the approach of death.

Dylan walked a few steps away, and Harry closed the door behind him.

Almost the next instant.

Then another shout came from inside the house.

Dylan also heard Harry's rebuttal, followed by a series of clanging sounds.

Dylan chuckled.

The pranks he prepared for Harry were not limited to what he mentioned.

If that old bastard really angers Harry, even two a day would be enough for Harry to get through the rest of the summer vacation.

After returning home.

Dylan continued his studies and research as usual.

He would urge his father to keep making more money from time to time.

Then give him the money to spend.

Until one morning in early August.

Dylan got up early as usual.

Breakfast was just prepared, and the steaming food emitted an enticing aroma.

He took off his apron, ready to call his parents, who had once again been out gallivanting until 10 p.m. yesterday, to get up and have breakfast.

—God, it's already late if I don't go home by 10 p.m., but I should go home and sleep. I can't get up this late, can I?
His parents were probably making a baby again last night!

Give up, Ou-dou-san, you can't create it!
—At least until he graduates!
at this time.

The sound of flapping wings came from outside the window.

Dylan turned his head and saw an owl perched on the windowsill.

"Oh, has my ordered Daily Prophet arrived yet?"

Dylan walked over and expertly and gently tucked the five nut into the cute little pocket on the owl's breast.

Then he casually picked up a piece of egg he had just fried from the table and tossed it to it.

The owl immediately tilted its head back, snatched the fried egg, and swallowed it in a few bites.

With two calls, the owl flapped its wings contentedly and flew away into the distance.

Dylan picked up the daily newspaper and glanced at it.

But what I saw was a huge headline.

A notorious criminal has escaped from prison! Extreme danger! The magical world may once again be in grave danger!

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"Finally escaped? That's quite an exaggeration. Sirius Black, is he really worth putting the entire wizarding world in jeopardy? Are you treating him like Voldemort?"

Dylan pursed his lips, his gaze falling on a photo that filled a large portion of the page below the headline.

The man in the picture had a withered face, his skin looked as if it had been drained of moisture, with deep lines, and his hair was like clumps of tangled dry grass, scattered wildly across his face.

What's most striking are those deep-set eyes.

His eyes revealed extreme madness and obsession, staring straight ahead as if trying to break through the newspaper and enter the real world.

"This photo is really well taken; it perfectly captures the character's persona."

Dylan marveled.

Anyone who sees this photo will surely say – this person is indeed a wanted criminal!
Even when Dylan resumed buying the Daily Prophet recently, he saw Karthus's wanted poster in the newspaper.

He never even showed his face, yet he was portrayed as a ferocious and ruthless executioner.

If it weren't for Karthus himself, he would be afraid of this guy who called himself the Fool.

(End of this chapter)