Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 172 School Reopens, Ron, is it really okay for you to say that about your mother?
Knockturn Alley.

Dim light filtered in through the gaps in the crooked building.

The whole street was filled with a faint stench.

Not far away, the black sign of the Boginbock store hangs high between two narrow, scratched windows.

—This sign is made of a thick, old wooden board, with a mottled black background that reveals the grayish wood grain underneath.

The black pigment on the surface looks like it has been drained of its vitality by time, and it has no luster.

The large, gold-plated characters "博金博克" (Bojinboke) were crookedly embedded on it, the gold paint was severely peeling off, and the remaining parts had lost their original luster.

It's like being watched by countless greedy and evil eyes, eventually becoming dull and withered.

Just like people.

In the store.

Cold and damp.

It also had a musty, rotten smell.

The various dark magic items displayed on the shelves in the shop looked quite dangerous and evil.

A man was bending over at the counter, repeatedly combing his greasy hair that hung down his face.

In his other hand, he clutched a black magic ring inlaid with a ruby.

He kept muttering something under his breath.

at this time.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

Mr. Bokin was so startled that his hand trembled, and the ring fell directly onto the counter.

"you--"

He took a step back, about to say something, when he saw that the person who came was none other than Karthus, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"You...you've arrived."

Dylan was standing in front of him, wearing height-increasing insoles, and looked to be at least 1.89 meters tall.

Mr. Bokin's expression changed from one of shock to one of fawning.

"Look at you, you didn't even say anything to let me know you were coming so I could have come and meet you..."

"pick me up?"

The cold, sinister eyes behind the mask flickered: "Do you want to come to hell to take me away?"

Mr. Bokin's face twitched, and he quickly chuckled, "Look at what you're saying..."

Dylan didn't bother arguing with him.

"What about what Delfini prepared?"

His voice was low and almost devoid of warmth.

Mr. Bokin snapped out of his daze and, without a moment's hesitation, bent down and began rummaging under the counter.

"Here it is, here it is."

A cloud of dust rose from the bottom of the cabinet. Mr. Bokin coughed a few times and finally frantically pulled out a small briefcase.

"It's quite a coincidence. You left that day, and not long after, Delphine arrived. I relayed your instructions to her, and she brought them over the next day."

Mr. Bokin pushed the small suitcase in front of him forward.

"Look, it's all here—all the Galonnais."

Dylan lowered his head slightly and examined the briefcase that had been enchanted with the Invisible Stretch Charm.

—It seems there is no other magical enhancement.

A small wand emerged from Dylan's sleeve, and with a gentle tap of the tip, the suitcase vanished instantly.

"good."

Dylan looked at Mr. Bokin again: "What about your part?"

"I?"

Mr. Bokin froze, his smile becoming even more strained.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly lowered his head and reached his hand deeper into the counter again.

After a little searching, he pulled out a slightly worn-out money bag.

"The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider that you provided has not been bought by many buyers recently, and it's all here—not a single bit less."

Mr. Bokin's voice trembled slightly, but he still tried to keep his tone steady.

He didn't want this fool to think he was incompetent, so he pointed his wand at him and cast the Killing Curse!
Dylan first weighed the money bag in his hand, then casually put it into his pocket.

“Very good. You are the only believer I have a connection with. I will come to you for anything in the future.”

Mr. Bokin looked miserable.

I beg you to stop!
He quickly said, "Miss Delfini has been trying to contact you—I wonder if you could leave a way for her to communicate with you?"

Dylan paused slightly.

After a moment of silence, he let out a cold snort.

"I'm researching the greatest magic, and I'm the only one who needs to contact you, understand?"

The tip of Dylan's wand, hidden beneath his sleeve, began to gleam with holy light.

Mr. Bokin's face turned pale.

—He saw it last time while hiding inside the shop.

Karthus unleashed a beam of holy light, instantly annihilating a group of people!

Use Holy Light to cast the Death Curse?
There was absolutely no need for Dylan to offer any explanation.

Mr. Borgin immediately believed Dylan's claim that he was researching the greatest spell.

but……

Is it great or evil?

Does this need to be said?
“I understand, I understand… When she comes next time, I will tell her that it’s because her offerings are not enough, and if she wants to see you, she must prepare more Galleons…”

As Mr. Bokin spoke, he carefully observed Dylan's reactions and expressions.

However, the mask completely covered Dylan's cheeks.

The black hood pulled down made him look like an evil high priest.

—But you can't see any face clearly at all.

That old guy's got it!

Dylan was pleased with the little neck's reaction and snorted again.

The next moment, he transformed into a ball of holy light and flew straight out of the store.

They disappeared the moment they stepped out the door.

Mr. Borgin was startled.

"What...what kind of magic is this...?"

It feels kind of familiar.

It felt somewhat unfamiliar.

……

Time flew by, and the start of the new school term was approaching.

Dylan stood on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, where the Hogwarts Express stood silently, leaning against the railing.

There were quite a few young wizards going in and out of the car.

—Because you can't carry all your luggage in one trip.

Dylan was about to get into the car when a familiar commotion suddenly came from the side.

Dylan turned around and immediately spotted the Weasleys.

"Mrs. Molly, this way."

Dylan smiled and waved to them.

Mrs. Molly grabbed Ron, who was walking at the back, and pulled him forward.

Hearing Dylan's voice, she turned around: "Oh! Long time no see, Dylan, how was your summer vacation?"

Dylan nodded slightly: "Very good, madam, it was very uneventful, without any major incidents."

Yes, he didn't use his identity as Karthus to rob anyone this summer.

I only went to Flip-Down Alley twice at most.

I got some money from Mr. Bokin.

It's roughly around 200,000 Galleons.

—It must be said that Delphine was a true believer.

I haven't even met the person yet.

Galon, on the contrary, gave away over 100,000.

He got more than he did from Mr. Bokin.

Compared to this, he lowered himself and went outside to extort money from some black wizards.

That would be an excessive loss of face.

After Mrs. Molly approached.

Dylan spoke again.

"You look even more beautiful, madam. Did you go for a beauty treatment?"

Mrs. Molly paused for a moment, then a surprised smile spread across her face.

Even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to hold a hint of a smile.

She raised her hand and gently touched her hair.

She was shy yet also a little happy.

"Oh my, you have such a sweet tongue! I have to clean and cook for these guys every day, I don't have time to take care of myself at all~ I just brought them here today and tidied them up a bit."

Ron was pulled aside by Mrs. Molly.

He glanced up casually and saw the shy smile on his mother's face, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Ron glanced at Dylan, then at his mother.

No?

This Dylan seems to have some kind of magic; anyone who meets him will be made to laugh out loud.

When has he ever seen his mother smile like that?
too exaggerated!

shy?

Mommy! He's just a little kid, not Lockhart!

Lockhart's house has collapsed now too!
—That's what Dylan said!
Ron's expression was priceless, but neither Dylan nor Mrs. Molly paid any attention to his reaction.

Dylan greeted Ginny, whose cheeks flushed and she subtly moved to the side.

Ron was annoyed again. During the summer vacation, he repeatedly tried to get Ginny to call him "brother" like she used to call Dylan.

A whole summer vacation!
Ginny didn't agree!

He doesn't even want to play games with Fred and the others anymore!
Mrs. Molly chatted with Dylan about the fun things that happened during the summer vacation.

For example, Ron is already this old, yet he still wets the bed, so she had to give him a good talking-to.

Ron wanted to protest—it was clearly a prank by George and his friends! He hadn't actually wet the bed!

Still, no one paid any attention.

Only Ginny covered her mouth and laughed.

Fred and his companion whistled as they looked up at the sky.

Dylan smiled, and Mrs. Molly began asking him about his plans for the new semester.

Dylan spoke eloquently and politely.

Just then, Mrs. Molly seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "By the way, dear, have you seen Harry?"

Dylan shook his head and answered truthfully, "No, I just arrived too, but I haven't seen him yet. I think he probably hasn't arrived yet."

Mrs. Molly nodded and said to her family, "Shall we wait here for Harry for a bit? Do you have any objections?"

Ginny was the first to shake her head.

Percy said, "It's still early, I think we can wait a little longer."

When the older brother spoke, the twins, who wanted to say something more, swallowed their words.

Seeing this, Dylan politely said, "Then I'll get on the bus and find a seat first, madam. I'd like to read a little longer."

“Oh! Of course, child, go on.” Mrs. Molly nodded immediately.

Dylan smiled back, then turned and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

After he left, Mrs. Molly turned around and glared at Ron and the twins.

"Look at Dylan, if you guys were as studious and well-behaved as him, I'd be lighting candles and praying!"

Ron pouted, "Mom! I want to read for a while too. I'm going to find Dylan first, and I'll come down later."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Mrs. Molly to say anything more, he dashed into the carriage and ran towards Dylan's direction.

"This kid!"

Mrs. Molly frowned.

At this moment, Ron caught up with Dylan.

Seeing him rushing over, Dylan wondered what had happened to him.

Then Ron muttered, "Oh my god, Dylan, you have no idea how much of a mess I was this summer!"

He didn't need Dylan to give any feedback before he continued speaking.

“Ever since Lockhart disappeared, my mother has heard about his behavior at school—it’s like he’s divorced my father!”

Ron lowered his voice for the second half of the sentence.

Dylan winked.

Is it really okay for you to talk about your mother like that?
He turned to look out the window.

Mrs. Molly was chatting with her children.

Mr. Arthur didn't come; he must have something to do.

—She didn't notice what was happening here.

Dylan then looked away.

Sometimes, Ron getting beaten up is really worth it.

"It's so boring at home. My mom always scolds me and makes me learn lots of magic during summer vacation—what would I do with so many spells now? There won't be another escape room for me to solve at school!"

"Luckily, my dad actually won the lottery halfway through, a whole thousand Galleons! We even went on a trip to Egypt! But it was really dirty there."

Ron followed behind Dylan, looking at the already full carriages, and continued walking forward.

"Before I went out, I called Harry several times, but I only got through the first few times. His uncle is so mean! And he actually hung up on me! How awful!"

Dylan didn't say anything, so he continued rambling.

"Later, I couldn't get through on the phone no matter how many times I called. It wasn't until I wrote to them that I found out that Ha had used the prank props you gave him to teach his uncle's family a lesson!"

Ron looked at him with admiration: "My God, why didn't I think of giving Harry some prank props? Fred and the others have so many weird and wonderful things!"

Dylan clicked his tongue: "The phone line probably got cut because it can't get through."

He remembered that among the gadgets he gave Harry, there was one that looked really impressive.

—Enoki mushroom harvesting shears.

Specializes in cutting very fine things.

It's likely that Ha used this prop to scare the Vernon family.

"Even though his name is Vernon, he doesn't seem kind like someone who would help farmers."

Dylan casually shoved open a carriage door, saw it was full of people, gave an apologetic smile, and then closed it again.

Ron chuckled: "After returning from Egypt, I ran into Hermione a couple of days ago while buying books in Diagon Alley, and then I ran into Harry. He said he had never received as much respect from his aunt and uncle as he had this summer—all thanks to you."

Dylan opened another carriage door.

Coincidentally, the people inside were Neville and Seamus.

"Well, it seems I've put the things I gave him to good use."

Dylan gave a casual reply, then looked at his two roommates and greeted them, "Mind if I'm here?"

“Of course I don’t mind!” Simo smiled.

“Come in quickly! Seamus and I just saw you and Ron through the car window.” Neville waved to Dylan.

Ron wanted to come in too, but then he saw Harry appear on the platform.

He paused for a moment before saying, "Harry's here. I'll go say goodbye to my mom first."

"Go ahead, go ahead," Dylan waved his hand.

After Ron left, Dylan sat down opposite Neville and the others.

He first took out a book, then placed it in a corner to read later.

Then he took out the fruit that he had specially put into a small bag that had been blessed with a traceless stretching spell.

—This grew out of his pet space.

In a way, it can be considered that he planted it himself.

It was only because he controlled Lockhart with the Imperius Curse, making him water and fertilize it regularly, that it grew so quickly.

"Try some Windsor currants and Cornish black plums, which I grew myself."

Neville and Seamus's eyes lit up immediately. Without any hesitation, they took the fruit and eagerly began to taste it.

"It's so sweet! Did you grow this yourself? I've never seen your family send you any before." Neville hugged a black plum and munched on it.

Dylan smiled and said, "Because we hadn't planted them back then, this is the first time they've ripened, so I brought them here for you to try."

Ximo smiled and said, "You must have used magical fertilizer, right? Only magical fertilizer could make the fruit ripen so quickly."

Dylan shrugged: "bingo~ You got it right, here's another one for you as a reward."

He looked at Simo, then glanced around the carriage, but didn't see the third person's suitcase.

"Where's Dean? Isn't he here?"

Simo shook his head: "No, he probably hasn't arrived yet, or he's in another carriage. I won't go looking for him. Let's meet up at the final stop."

Dylan nodded slightly: "Okay, I was thinking that if Dean were here, I would let him try the fruit I grow too."

Simo paused, then scooped up a few more black plums.

"I'll go look for him once we start driving."

Dylan nodded with a smile: "Okay."

It was not long before 11 o'clock.

Through the car window, Dylan saw Ron and Harry meet and chat outside for a while.

Hermione then appeared on the platform.

Ron said something, and all three of them turned to look at them.

Dylan smiled and waved to them, while Ron mouthed a sentence.

—Let's find an empty carriage to sit in later.

Dylan nodded.

The Hogwarts Express is about to depart.

Several Weasleys also got on the bus.

Dylan waved goodbye to Mrs. Molly.

Simo also got up to go find Dean's location.

"Woo——"

As the car started moving.

Dylan silently and without a staff summoned some water to wash his hands.

Then a gentle breeze blew by, drying the water droplets on his hands.

Neville was already used to Dylan's tactics.

—Isn't it just casting some minor spells without a staff?

He'd even seen Dylan cast advanced magic without a staff!
At this moment, Dylan also picked up the book that was placed aside.

Nave looked at it and realized that it was a book called "The Monster Book of Monsters".

Held in Dylan's hands, it was as quiet as a book.

Neville's eyes widened: "Hey! Dylan, is this how you calmed it down? I saw you take it out as soon as you came in, and it didn't move an inch!"

Dylan blinked. "What's wrong? It's just a book. Aren't books supposed to be quiet and peaceful?"

Neville opened his mouth: "Is...is that so?"

Dylan nodded firmly: "Of course."

"But before you arrived, I saw a little wizard being chased and bitten on the backside by this book on the platform. And it jumped out of his suitcase and started biting him."

Dylan chuckled: "This book is essentially just under a transformation spell. You just need to remove it. If you don't want to remove it, just stroke along the spine and that will calm it down."

Neville was taken aback: "You mean, this book is like Chocolate Frog?"

Dylan's lips curled into a smile: "Very clever!"

Neville scratched his head sheepishly and changed the subject: "I heard that Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn is retiring. He's the professor who teaches this elective course on protecting magical creatures. I wonder who will be teaching us next."

—He chose divination as an elective, or so Dylan told him.

Dylan shrugged. "Headmaster Dumbledore will handle this, and besides, you only have one Divination class to take, right?"

Neville nodded: "Yes, it's good that I listened to you back then. I didn't take any more courses. After I got home, I analyzed what you said with my grandma, and she agreed with me."

"That's good."

(End of this chapter)