Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 174 Hoping the Dementors are more durable

"Sigh, these Dementors are so easily frightened."

Dylan stood in the aisle of the train car.

By this time, all the Dementors had left.

—They seemed unaware that their companions were fewer than before.

I just instinctively didn't want to get close to this little human wizard.

Until the aisle of the train car was completely empty.

Dylan eventually captured seven Dementors.

—That's still a pretty good number.

Moreover, this quantity is just right, barely enough.

"We can't let Dementors be like those goblins, where each one we use is one less we have."

—Dylan has used aphrodisiacs on those goblins as much as he can.

He tried all sorts of fertility spells, including some black magic spells that required rituals.

But it was only enough to barely allow those goblins to maintain the continuation of their race, preventing them from being completely wiped out in his pet space.

Recalling how those goblins were already pale and sickly, after his various methods of induced reproduction—those goblins even developed dark circles under their eyes.

They all looked incredibly weak.

In the end, Dylan even wanted the male and female to mate.

As a result, the male covered its front and the female covered its back, both trying to escape his control.

Dylan was also helpless about this.

Fortunately, the basilisk joined the fray later.

He no longer had such a strong need for goblin flesh and blood.

"Waaaaah... What was that thing just now?!"

Dylan stood in the corridor, listening to the sobbing coming from inside the carriage, and shook his head.

The influence of Dementors on these young wizards is undoubtedly enormous.

—They might even try to secretly extract some of the little wizard's happy memories, just like they did with Dylan.

Even if they don't harm the young wizards.

Their very existence can cause people who come near them to suffer from emotional repression and feel depressed.

However, Dylan couldn't interfere with this and cast happiness spells on everyone one by one.

In short, after making this round of inspections, he not only abducted some Dementors but also stopped many Dementors from secretly feeding on them.

Therefore, the little wizards on the train carriages will generally be fine.

He doesn't need to worry about this.

Just as Dylan was walking back, preparing to return to his own carriage...

Suddenly, the sliding door of the carriage in front of him slid open.

Two identical heads popped out.

"Dylan?"

"Why are you here!"

George and Fred were surprised to see Dylan.

Dylan blinked. "Yeah, I'm just going for a walk."

The twins were taken aback.

"Uh...you seem pretty relaxed."

"Never mind that for now, Dylan, have you seen Ginny?"

Dylan shook his head slightly.

"Ginny? I can't see her. Did you leave her alone in the carriage again and let her run out to play?"

"No, it's Ginny who wants to go out for a walk."

"I suspect she might want to go find you."

"We need to go find her now."

After speaking to George, Fred jumped out of the carriage without waiting for Dylan's reply.

They began searching for Ginny's whereabouts, room by room.

Dylan watched their busy figures, shrugged, and walked back to his carriage.

Pull open the rolling door.

Neville inside was startled.

However, he became excited again after seeing that it was Dylan.

"Dylan, you're finally back!"

Dylan smiled, closed the carriage door, and sat down next to Neville.

"There shouldn't be any more Dementors coming."

Yes—yes!

Neville nodded repeatedly.

"How strange! I felt like something was watching me, and Dementors floated past the outside of the carriage as if they wanted to come in, but as soon as they got close, they would run to the other side of the carriage."

Dylan chuckled softly, "They probably saw that you were the only one here, so they didn't want to search anymore."

Neville nodded slightly: "That should be the case."

With the Dementors gone, the Hogwarts Express started running again.

This time, the train arrived at its destination without any problems.

After arriving at a familiar place, we finally stopped.

Neville packed his things.

Simo also rushed back and picked up his luggage.

Dylan was still carrying only a small bag as he led the two off the train.

He didn't look at the Weasley twins.

They must have found Ginny by now.

The air was somewhat damp and chilly at that moment.

Even though summer has just ended.

But logically speaking, the tail end of late summer should still be lingering.

However, this rain seems to have completely swept away the summer heat, bringing with it a touch of autumn.

The horde of Dementors seemed to freeze the entire air.

The weather is cold, and with their influence, it's even colder to the bone.

"Thermo Enchantia (Warm Up Quickly)!"

Dylan had used this spell back when Hogwarts had just started.

It was also one of the spells he mastered at the very beginning.

He cast a warm spell on himself.

Dylan then slapped Seamus and Neville again.

The warmth chased away the cold wind that always seemed to seep into your bones.

Neville's pale complexion gradually improved.

Seamus took a breath, picked up his luggage, and rubbed his hands together. "Thank you, Dylan—that really scared me."

Dylan smiled slightly and raised his wand once more.

In an instant, a surge of magical power erupted and gathered above the heads of the three of them.

The fine, wispy raindrops were kept out by magic.

This is the power of the levitation spell.

"Alright, let's hurry back to school and not linger on the way."

After the students got off the bus.

They all climbed into the horseless carriages prepared by the school.

They made their way back to Hogwarts.

Dylan and Neville got off the carriage.

They had just reached the front of the auditorium.

From afar, you could see Professor McGonagall standing at the doorway—as if waiting for someone.

Until I saw Dylan.

Professor McGonagall immediately waved to him.

Dylan walked over, and Professor McGonagall grabbed him and pulled him behind her.

"Come with me in a moment."

Dylan blinked, but didn't say anything; instead, he nodded.

He looked at Neville: "You guys go in first."

Neville and Professor Sprout got along very well, but that doesn't mean he got along the same way with Professor McGonagall.

On the contrary, he was even somewhat afraid of Professor McGonagall.

Therefore, when he saw Dylan being taken away, he simply nodded.

Then he quickly grabbed Simo and hurried into the auditorium.

I waited for a while at the entrance of the auditorium.

Dylan soon spotted Harry and Hermione.

—Without Ron.

Professor McGonagall didn't seem to be planning to invite Ron along.

He simply led the three of them and headed towards the vice principal's office.

Walk through the corridor.

Arrive at Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall tapped her wand, and the door opened.

The four entered. The office was filled with the familiar scent of old books that Dylan recognized.

The warm yellow light swayed gently.

As soon as Dylan stepped across the threshold, his gaze was immediately drawn to something unusual.

He subconsciously slowed his pace, falling behind the three.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping across the surrounding walls.

Sure enough, there it was, among the familiar magical portraits, and the hanging books and tapestries.

Dylan immediately noticed an extra portrait.

—It is a bust of Professor McGonagall.

However, unlike the other portraits, Professor McGonagall in this painting, although her expression is lively, only gives people a feeling of spirituality, rather than being physically still.

Dylan blinked his eyelashes and looked at Professor McGonagall.

At that moment, the other person also stood in front of the desk. After noticing Dylan's gaze, Professor McGonagall turned her head and gave him a faint smile.

Then, Professor McGonagall turned her gaze to Harry.

"You've already met Professor Lupin on the train, haven't you? His owl flew in ahead of time to warn you that you encountered some trouble on the train, which is making you feel quite unwell?"

Dylan paused slightly.

Did Professor McGonagall call them over just to talk about this?
Why not just call Harry over?

Why did you even invite him?
Could it be that……

Dylan shook his head inwardly.

wrong.

Even Lupin couldn't have observed any trace of magic he used in the carriage.

—Because he never even saw Lupin.

He only walked a short distance on the train, without walking the entire way back and forth.

He didn't even run into Harry and the others.

So, without even seeing him, was Lupin secretly spying on him somewhere?
That's unlikely.

Dylan stood to the side without saying a word.

Harry opened his mouth, about to answer.

"knocking"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the office door.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the door opened.

Mrs. Pomfrey strode inside.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but then replied to Professor McGonagall, "I think I'm fine."

However, Madam Pomfrey walked up to Harry and frowned slightly.

After carefully observing Harry's expression for a while, Madam Pomfrey's eyes flickered.

"What dangerous thing have you done this time? You seem to have been severely frightened."

Madam Pomfrey's gaze shifted, sweeping over Dylan and Hermione.

"Strange, two out of the three of you are like this... So what dangerous things have you two done this time?"

—Goodness, even stereotypes exist.

Dylan chuckled.

Harry opened his mouth again, but didn't know how to reply.

Professor McGonagall spoke slowly and in a deep voice: "Bobby, it's not what they did, it's the Dementors."

"It's those guys again..."

Mrs. Pomfrey's brows furrowed instantly, her lips turned down, and her face showed obvious displeasure.

"How dare they send Dementors around the school? It's unbelievable, I can't believe it!"

Madam Pomfrey gently pinched Harry's temple: "That will make you feel better."

He was kneading it with his hands.

Mrs. Pomfrey muttered under her breath.

"Are they crazy? I wonder how many students will be affected by that stuff."

"My God, child, look at you, you're so cold. Did you come into close contact with those things?"

"How infuriating—don't these horrible guys know how to keep their distance and maintain boundaries?!"

"Alas—but they do have a more severe effect on people who are already vulnerable, helpless, and delicate."

Madam Pomfrey was massaging Harry while also examining him.

He kept muttering to himself, it was hard to tell if he was talking to himself or to Harry.

Harry protested, "Madam, I'm not some delicate person! I'm not fragile either!"

"Yes, yes, yes—of course, what you said is absolutely correct."

Madam Pomfrey casually agreed, then placed her hands firmly on Harry's shoulders, her movements swift and unyielding.

Harry was flipped over in an instant.

Then, she reached out and gently but firmly pinched the back of Harry's head, beginning to massage it.

"No wonder you called me over in such a hurry—don't worry, he's fine. I think this gentleman and lady just need to rest in bed for a while."

Mrs. Pomfrey squatted on the ground and looked up at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall's expression relaxed slightly.

"Is it enough to just rest quietly?"

"Yes, he was just frightened—children are always vulnerable, let him spend the night in the school clinic."

Mrs. Pomfrey said, "This lady doesn't need to—she seems stronger than this gentleman."

"Hey, I'm not fragile! I'm fine, I don't need to rest!"

Harry defended himself again.

He just felt something trying to crawl into his head when he was facing those Dementors.

This brought back memories that he couldn't tell were real or unreal.

He witnessed his parents being killed by Voldemort with an evil spell.

This image had appeared in his mind many times.

Harry felt that it must have been something he had witnessed firsthand.

—But he only felt uncomfortable because he saw the scene of his parents being killed.

How come in Mrs. Pomfrey's mouth, it's as if he was a helpless victim who was brutally bullied by the Dementors?
—Although he really didn't seem to have any way to deal with those dark things.

But surely he wouldn't break down just because the other person got close!
He's not some delicate little child!
Dylan clicked his tongue as he looked at Harry's expression.

He took out another piece of candy from his pocket.

—It was exactly the kind he gave Neville.

"Have some strawberry-filled candy, it'll make you feel better."

Harry paused, wanting to say that he felt much better right now.

But I also felt that it was really strange to talk like that.

In the end, he accepted the candy from Dylan.

"Very sweet."

Harry unwrapped the candy and put it in his mouth, his eyes lighting up.

"Hermione, have one too, this should be blueberry flavored."

Dylan also slipped a candy to Hermione.

"Thank you."

Hermione nodded: "Professor Lupin gave us chocolates while we were in the car."

Madam Pomfrey nodded with satisfaction: "I never expected that Dumbledore would actually find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with some real talent—at least he's finally somewhat reliable."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly: "I'd like to say that I hope nothing else goes wrong this academic year, but right now..."

Mrs. Pomfrey paused, then sighed: "The trouble has already begun."

She stood up and looked at Harry, who was sucking on candy, and Hermione, who was trying to figure out what the candy wrappers were made of.

"My assessment is that neither of them is in any major problem—they were just affected by the Dementors getting close."

She asked again, "Aside from not feeling well, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Harry and Hermione both shook their heads: "No, madam."

Mrs. Pomfrey nodded, then looked at Dylan, noticing his rosy complexion and calm expression, and blinked involuntarily.

"Strange, child, didn't you encounter any Dementors on the train?"

Dylan tilted his head: "Yes, madam."

"Then how did you..."

"That ugly guy just glanced at Neville and me and left without coming any closer."

Mrs. Pomfrey nodded slightly: "Alright, it's good that everything is alright."

She then turned her gaze to Professor McGonagall: "I suppose there's nothing more for me to do here."

Professor McGonagall gave a slight smile: "Alright, thank you for your trouble. Please wait at the door with Harry for a moment. Miss Granger, Dylan, and I are going to talk about some course-related issues and will be out soon."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, then took Harry's hand and they left the office together.

Until the door closed again.

Professor McGonagall then turned her head back to look at the two people in front of her.

“Starting in the third year, there are elective courses, but you have checked off all the subjects. This will cause some courses to conflict on your timetable. You are aware of this, right?”

Dylan understood and nodded.

Hermione looked slightly nervous.

—I wonder if they were worried that Professor McGonagall would only apply for the Time Converter for Dylan.

She was still worried that Professor McGonagall would cancel some of her classes.

"Given this situation, I can tell you for sure—I helped you apply for some things that will allow you to complete the course."

"but……"

(End of this chapter)