Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 173 You're Dementors! Don't go around me! I can't catch you anymore!

"The sphinxes in Egypt are large, thick-skinned, and quite intelligent; they're large creatures—they seem like a good fit for cultivating obsidian flowers."

Dylan turned the pages of the book, quietly absorbing the knowledge within.

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts Express sped off along the road ahead.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the heavens were quietly shrouded in gloom, and the sunlight grew dimmer.

Dylan could clearly feel that the warmth inside the carriage was slowly dissipating over time.

Around two or three o'clock.

Fine raindrops fell from the leaden clouds, pattering against the car windows.

As the raindrops became denser, the sound grew increasingly noisy.

However, Dylan remained calm and quietly turned the pages of the book.

"Is it going to rain at Hogwarts too? I don't like rainy days at all."

Neville wasn't as patient as Dylan; he was now tidying up his lunchbox after finishing his grandmother's homemade lunch.

In fact, when they arrived at school that evening, a dinner awaited them.

If they leave home late in the morning, they also eat breakfast late. The young wizards who take the bus back to school usually finish lunch around one or two o'clock.

This timing is perfect.

Otherwise, eating too early or too late will more or less affect your stomach at night.

Neville pursed his lips: "These dreary rainy days always give me a bad feeling."

Dylan paused in his reading, his fingers gently gripping the pages, without turning the page.

He slowly raised his head, looked at Neville, and slightly raised an eyebrow.

"You chose the right divination class. Professor Trelawney actually has a lot to teach you—of course, the most important thing to master divination is your own talent."

Dylan smiled faintly: "I think you have quite a bit of talent."

Neville snapped out of his daze and immediately realized what Dylan was talking about.

"I...have talent? Dylan, you mean..."

Neville opened his mouth.

Dylan smiled and nodded: "I think Hogwarts might encounter some strange things again this year—that's my feeling."

Neville's expression changed drastically!

"Good heavens! Could there be a second Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts?"

Dylan shook his head slightly: "It's not that bad—why would Slytherin have built so many secret chambers?"

"However... well, we'll find out when we get to school—or maybe we won't even need to go to school."

Dylan stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Neville's expression froze.

No?

Why did you only say half of what you wanted to say and then stop?

Neville's mind began to wander uncontrollably, wondering what trouble they would encounter this semester.

After hesitating for a while, he really wanted to ask Dylan for the specific details.

But then he thought about it again and decided not to tell Dylan about it, choosing instead to remain silent.

It wouldn't be good for him to ask again...

Neville pursed his lips.

In an instant, his desire to learn divination suddenly reached a climax.

—If he could learn divination, he wouldn't have to ask Dylan about everything.

Before he could recover.

The Hogwarts Express has started to slow down.

Until it came to a standstill.

Neville paused, then quickly looked out the window.

Rain continued to pour down, cascading down the car windows.

Visibility is somewhat blurry.

However, Neville immediately realized that they hadn't even arrived at school!
"Why...why did it suddenly stop?"

Neville's face gradually lost its color as he stared at the world outside the window, which had become indistinct due to the rain.

The fields were blurred by the rain, and the distant mountains were only faint shadows.

Neville's ominous premonition reached its peak. A chill rose from the soles of his feet, making him shiver involuntarily, and his hands instinctively clenched the hem of his clothes.

"Dylan... I feel... I feel like there's something outside?"

Dylan finally put down the book completely, turning his attention away from the knowledge.

He didn't say anything, but just let Neville nervously stand up from his seat and then rush to his side.

He even made room for Neville so he could sit inside.

Compared to Neville's panic, Dylan remained calm, even showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It's finally here!

Those little cuties!

Dylan's gaze was fixed outside the carriage.

Neville instinctively looked in that direction, but his pupils instantly contracted sharply!

Suddenly, a wet, black handprint appeared on the train window.

Before he could even see what it was, a chilling creaking sound came from behind him.

The sliding door was being opened from the outside!

“Di…Di…”

"Don't be afraid, keep quiet."

Dylan tapped his wand.

He used several layers of armor to completely cover Na'vi.

—It also blocked his vision and even his hearing.

Dylan, however, kept his eyes fixed on the carriage door, his excitement almost overflowing.

The door to the compartment opened.

A colossal object slowly stepped into the carriage.

Its body was exaggeratedly tall, its head almost touching the top of the carriage, and its whole body was wrapped in a black, misty cloak.

—To be specific, the cloak looks a bit like sludge that has been soaked in water.

Then, a disgusting arm extends—its skin is covered in sticky liquid and scars that resemble livor mortis.

"He looks even uglier than in the movies. Look at his face, it's like a worthless item that wasn't sold in the 19th century and was stuck in the hands of the 20th century."

Dylan clicked his tongue in amazement, looking the Dementor up and down.

The concept of non-existence exists in this world, also known as non-human paranormal phenomena, which is a type of magical creature.

They transcend life and death, and have no counterpart in the Muggle world; Muggles can only perceive them indirectly.

Non-existence was born out of human emotions and feeds on these emotions.

They are neither born nor die.

Dementors are the most dangerous type of non-beings.

They are born from fear and despair, and many wizards call them the ugliest things in the world.

Besides Dementors, another well-known creature in the non-existent realm is the Boggart.

A guy who can become the thing that the person he faces is most afraid of deep down.

But the Boggarts themselves don't actually cause any harm to the wizards.

But Dementors are different.

These guys can truly steal a person's soul!

—Through a kiss.

Of course, Dementors may appear terrifying to others in this way.

However, at this moment, this guy, who looked a bit like a pile of mud, came into Dylan's view.

It's quite tempting!

Ordinary corpses can be made into yin corpses.

So... what about Dementors that can't be killed directly?

What kind of sparks can this guy create in the face of all kinds of magic?
Dylan couldn't wait to bring it into his world and study it.

Does it not exist?
Born of fear, feeding on human pleasure?
Isn't this the perfect experimental subject that's hard to kill, can be controlled by him with Ereshkigal, and can be reused repeatedly?
Inside the dimly lit carriage, raindrops pattered down, creating a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.

The Dementor's empty eye sockets met Dylan's gaze directly.

To its surprise, all the other humans who saw it were filled with fear.

Yet the little wizard sitting in the carriage seat was still smiling at it?
It became interested.

This little human wizard must have many happy memories, right?

Let it see...

The Dementor took a step closer and, quite politely, closed the carriage door behind it.

Upon seeing this, Dylan's smile widened suddenly, but it became even colder and more eerie.

The next moment, in the blink of an eye.

Thick plumes of black mist surged and spread wildly from Dylan's center.

Thick black fog churned and twisted within the cramped carriage, like countless greedy tentacles stretching out wantonly.

In the center of the rising mist, several pairs of eyes vaguely appeared, flickering with an eerie light, blinking and exuding an indescribable evil aura.

Just one glance is like looking into an endless abyss, your soul is torn apart by this dark power, and your reason collapses in an instant!

The Dementors originally intended to press their advantage, hoping to secretly derive some pleasure from the young wizard.

However, upon witnessing the black mist emanating from Dylan's body, a surge of turbulent waves rose within its previously emotionless "emptiness"!
The Dementor froze in mid-air, its body beginning to tremble violently and uncontrollably, causing its muddy cloak to flutter wildly.

The Dementor instinctively wanted to escape from the little wizard in front of it.

—This thing is even scarier than them!
The Dementor tried to pass through the wall immediately, but Dylan wouldn't give it the chance. "Come in, darling."

Dylan snapped his fingers lightly.

A suitcase appeared silently at his feet.

Then, the lid of the box slowly opened.

It was dark and looked like the mouth of a Dementor.

The Dementors grew even more terrified as they looked into the bottomless depths of the box.

At the same time, the black aura swirling around Dylan gradually surged into the box.

In that churning chaos, the once empty black hole inside the box now contained several eyes emitting an eerie, cold light, coldly watching the Dementor.

The Dementor froze in its attempt to escape, as if nailed to the spot, unable to move uncontrollably despite wanting to leave.

It's going crazy!

The Dementor in front of Dylan thrashed about frantically, trying to break free from its fear.

How could the Lord of Joy feel fear?

It's a Dementor!
The Dementor stared at Dylan, silently raising its wand, the tip pointing directly at it, a tiny glimmer of holy light flashing at the tip—much like the shimmering bubbles it saw when it was absorbing the happy memories of others.

But this time, the two extremes have reversed!

"Profligspiritus (exorcising spirits)!"

In an instant, a white light burst forth, like a holy ray of light appearing, dispelling the darkness inside the carriage.

However, amidst the flow of light, a chilling and malevolent aura spread.

It sends chills down your spine!

A beam of light shot out in a flash.

It struck the Dementor almost instantly.

The black cloak billowed wildly, as if it were falling into an abyss.

Strands of black energy swirled upwards, entangling it.

Several eyes circled around the Dementor, staring intently at its empty face.

The Dementor struggled desperately, its twisted body darting left and right, occasionally letting out a series of shrill screams.

However, no matter what it did, it could not escape the shackles of that evil holy light.

Ultimately, under Dylan's manipulation, the Dementors were slowly sucked into the suitcase.

"boom"

The suitcase was slammed shut.

The sickening scream abruptly stopped.

—To prevent some random guys from taking advantage of the Dementors after they've been captured in the space.

Dylan used Ereshkigal to envelop the Dementors.

In this way, he wouldn't have to worry about the Dementors wandering around uncontrollably when he wasn't in the suitcase space.

—If you scare his coal briquettes and little fire dragon.

Dylan was determined to make this Dementor experience what true fear is!
With the disappearance of the Dementors.

The black fog in the carriage gradually dissipated.

The carriage fell silent again.

Dylan removed the layers of obstacles he had imposed in an instant: armor, silence, deafening interference, and defensive measures...

Neville then regained his sight.

But this sudden clarity did not dispel his fear; instead, it intensified it.

Neville's legs trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered involuntarily.

"That...that thing, what is that thing? That black hand..."

After a while, he realized that the carriage was empty and there was nothing there, so Neville cautiously looked around.

"Don't be afraid, that was just a Dementor."

Dylan said with a smile.

However, as soon as he finished speaking...

Neville felt a chill run down his spine and shivered again.

He realized that the carriage was extremely cold, the chill seemed to penetrate directly into his bones, which made him involuntarily shrink back.

“Dementors?!” Neville exclaimed.

But before he could even open his mouth, Dylan raised his hand and stuffed a candy into Neville's mouth.

"Suck it for a while."

As his tongue touched the candy, Neville savored the sweet taste, and his panic gradually subsided.

However, his face was still pale—it could even be described as deathly pale.

Just like Malfoy.

There is no blood at all.

"I knew it! The moment I saw that black hand, I was reminded of some really depressing things..."

Neville held the candy in his mouth for a moment, then said to Dylan, "How did these guys get here—this is the Hogwarts Express! They should be in Azkaban, not here! Do they think we're prisoners? Or are they trying to take us away?"

Dylan rubbed his chin.

My gaze passed through the rain-drenched window.

There are quite a few Dementors here this time.

Ten or eight is not too many, thirty or forty is not too few!
Should we... catch a few more?
While thinking for a moment, Dylan casually replied, "Didn't you see the Daily Prophet? During the summer vacation, I saw that Sirius Black escaped from prison in the Daily Prophet."

"Д) Huh??"

Neville was startled again.

"Dylan, you said we might encounter something strange again this semester, could this be what you mean?"

At this point, Neville didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not.

He just wanted to find out the current situation!

Dylan chuckled: "Maybe so. Fate won't let me see the truth directly—I'm just making a habitual guess. Maybe not?"

He stood up.

Neville's expression visibly turned panicked: "Where are you going?"

"I'll go check on Harry and the others. You stay here and behave yourself. The Dementors have already inspected our carriages. As long as you don't leave, you'll be fine."

As Dylan spoke, an eye lurking in a wisp of black smoke beneath the carriage peered up at Neville, who was pouting.

"But... I always feel like there's something watching me..."

Neville was about to cry.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, trust me."

Dylan offered a three-part consolation.

Neville really wanted to go out with Dylan.

But when I think about the outside world, there are probably still many Dementors out there.

He stopped in his tracks.

"Then, then you absolutely have to come back soon, Dylan...please!"

"Of course—of course, I will."

Dylan opened the car door and got out.

I watched as the door gradually closed.

Neville sat back down in his seat, shrinking back slightly.

His eyes were wide open, darting around inside the carriage.

He truly felt a strong sense of being watched.

It made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if he had a thorn in his back!
"Ah, Merlin's socks! Dylan, come back soon..."

Neville curled himself up into a ball, even sticking his feet out onto the seat.

He was terrified that a hand would suddenly grab his ankle.

He would really faint on the spot!
At this moment, Dylan walked slowly down the dimly lit, long train corridor, carrying a suitcase in his hand.

All around, a group of Dementors, like ghosts, moved freely between the carriages.

A chilling aura permeated every corner.

The little wizards in the carriage were all trembling.

Sensing Dylan's presence, several Dementors suddenly appeared.

The black robe, resembling rotten mud, rolled with the movement, radiating a chilling aura in mid-air.

"It is indeed a very negative emotion."

Dylan allowed the Dementors to gather around him.

Then, in the next instant.

The Dementors, who had been surrounding Dylan, seemed to be greatly frightened and frantically fled in all directions, their movements chaotic and disheveled.

In the blink of an eye, the Dementors that had been gathered around Dylan turned and fled, disappearing from sight.

However, their numbers seemed to be one or two fewer than when they gathered.

Dylan walked all the way to the end of the train.

There are indeed quite a few Dementors that have arrived this time.

However, he resorted to the same trick again and captured several more.

Those Dementors, perhaps having communicated with each other, had somehow become so clever that they would simply avoid him whenever they encountered him.

This infuriated Dylan.

What's going on? You're Dementors!
Why do you keep going around a human like me?
Come and surround them!
Just like that!

All of you! Attack together!

Otherwise, he won't be satisfied!

(End of this chapter)