Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 182 Guardian Deity! Pixiu? No, it's actually...

The difference arises from this possibility.

Serquill, who was being ridden by Dylan, was also preparing to fly towards the ground.

Dylan suddenly lashed out with his wand at Serquill's buttocks.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

"Wow—!"

Serquill cried out in pain.

It turned its head away resentfully.

If you want me to fly, then let me keep flying. Why did you hit me, and with a magic wand no less!
Dylan had never extracted the soul of a hippogriff for refinement, so he naturally didn't know their language.

But through the other's eyes, Dylan also discerned what it was trying to express—but he didn't care at all.

He even raised his wand again.

"Don't you want to fly anymore?"

"Wow!"

Serquill quickly raised his head, and at the same time, his pure black wings fluttered.

The wind pressure once again propelled them high into the sky.

The distance is even higher and farther than before!

Hagrid below was taken aback.

Seeing that Serquil was leading Dylan upwards as if they were about to fly away, his expression changed.

My heart clenched.

Hermione exclaimed, "Your hippogriff is out of control! Where is it taking Dylan?"

Hagrid clenched his fists, unsure how to respond.

However, Malfoy, standing in front of the crowd, looked at Dylan and that beast, which were almost black dots in the sky, with a suspicious expression.

Has this beast gone out of control?
But why did he feel like Hawkwood had just slapped that beast's butt with his wand?
Was it a loss of control, or was someone forced into it?

Surprisingly, Malfoy actually felt some empathy for a beast.

As expected, it was exactly what he had anticipated.

Dylan, high in the sky, let out a series of joyful shouts.

Malfoy's face darkened on the ground.

He was right!

And let alone that this beast didn't lose control, even if it did, he didn't believe Hawkwood would suffer any accidents!
This guy's research on various spells left even him speechless.

He even suspected that the other party had already mastered the Unforgivable Curse!

—Maybe Dumbledore taught him that!

Everyone says Dumbledore doesn't know black magic?
Pshaw, this kind of lie can only fool a few idiots!
He won't believe it!

at this time.

High above the horizon.

Dylan was enjoying the exhilaration of high-speed flight.

A sense of pleasure arose in his heart, though not intense, but he tried his best to amplify it.

Ignoring the opinions and views of others.

He doesn't care whether anyone can see through his hidden abilities and his unknown, unseen side.

Fuck Dumbledore!
I am Karsas, so what!

I'm going to capture every living creature and drain their blood!

I also want to turn the entire magical world into my backyard!

Voldemort can go live or die somewhere else, just don't interfere with my research into amazing and interesting magic!

Until a certain moment.

He swung the spell again.

Shout out that sentence loudly—

"Expecto Patronum (Patron Guardian)!"

This time.

As the hippogriff beneath Dylan carried him through the clouds with a flap of its wings.

A silvery-white substance gushed from the tip of Dylan's wand, transforming into a misty fog that swirled tens of thousands of feet in the air.

The feeling was like someone throwing a stardust into a lake, or like being pulled out a wisp of afterimage from the depths of a dream.

Dylan was pleasantly surprised.

Looking at the silvery-white substance floating around him.

Dylan was certain.

He will definitely succeed this time!
Summon his guardian deity!

The silvery-white light folded in the air, first outlining the curved spine of the beast, then the shoulder blades rose from the void, causing ripples to spread across the entire air.

The guardian beast's mane flowed down like a liquid galaxy, each filament of light trailing a translucent tail.

Under Dylan's expectant gaze.

The skull of this animal eventually took shape.

In the hollow eye socket, two eerie blue sparks first lit up, then transformed into a bottomless abyss of stars.

"This is……"

Dylan looked at it with some surprise.

Why does this guardian deity look so much like...?

Kirin?

Until his guardian spirit fully appears.

Dylan accidentally caught a glimpse of its rear end.

and many more!

Why doesn't it have an anus?!

So, could this be...?

brave troops?!
The guardian spirit stepped down in front of Dylan.

It has a dragon's head with horns, a horse's body with unicorn legs, and a mane.

"It's really a Pixiu?! How could I possibly summon a Pixiu?!"

The guardian spirit summoned by the Guardian Charm is not randomly generated, but rather a manifestation of the wizard's purest inner power and deepest personality.

Like everyone else, they are either deer, wolves, or dogs.

Why does the style suddenly change when it comes to him?

What is this implying?
He only takes in and never gives out?
Damn it...

Dylan looked at his guardian angel, and the joy in his heart was replaced by astonishment and confusion.

He had been trying to summon his guardian spirit for a long time, but he failed every time.

This time, with great difficulty, I managed to cast the Guardian Spell, taking advantage of a glimmer of hope.

In the end, it was a life he knew very well, but one that shouldn't have been there.

However, this sense of surprise was quickly replaced by another feeling.

The Pixiu has not yet fully appeared; its body is still gradually being revealed.

Dylan watched as it emerged from its body.

A sentence suddenly rose in my mind—

"It's a pleasure to meet you in the material world."

This was the first thing Professor Trelawney said during their divination class that morning.

The very moment the Pixiu appeared perfectly illustrates this statement.

Because what emanates from the eyes of his guardian deity is not the light of the world's matter, but rather a projection of some kind of spiritual dimension.

The Pixiu landed in front of him, its big head and tiger-like appearance making it look somewhat simple-minded. When it saw Dylan looking at it, it grinned and chuckled.

A bright red tongue sticks out.

Dylan blinked.

"He doesn't seem very shrewd."

Suddenly, Dylan was stunned again when he saw the other party scratching at the air with its three-toed claws.

Wait a little longer!
Dylan saw the beast's head grinning, its mouth full of sharp teeth.

—What should have been a majestic dragon's kiss was now marred by a half-particle of fluffy material resembling downy hair stuck to the corner of its mouth.

It actually looks a bit like Ornn.

Wait!
Dylan immediately moved closer and, after the other party had completely solidified, looked him up and down.

"No, it's not a Pixiu! It's a Poluo!"

Dylan was shocked to discover.

His guardian deity was a Poro, whose appearance was unclear—whether it was dressed in a Pixiu outfit or had grown into the shape of a Pixiu!
Dylan was stunned for a moment, then recovered slightly.

"No wonder he doesn't have an anus." He took a deep breath.

Dylan smacked his lips.

Poro it is.

In a certain frigid region, the poro is considered a sacred creature, representing love, courage, and hope.

The guardian deity represents the spiritual core of a wizard.

Therefore, this also shows that he is not a greedy guy who only takes and never gives, but rather a very loving and kind little wizard.

"I knew it! I only bleed the basilisk a little every day and peel off a scale every now and then. Tom has been spared a lot of trouble by me lately. Doesn't that prove that I am a little wizard with great love?"

Dylan was happy again.

at the same time.

Dylan saw another hippogriff taking off below. Dylan told Serquill to drop down, and they saw that it was Harry.

After greeting him.

Dylan was preparing to land back on the ground.

Malfoy, however, was unconvinced when he saw Harry successfully ride the hippogriff and tried to force the other one to cooperate with him, but was immediately slapped away.

Dylan gasped as he watched the object crash into a tree like a cannonball.

That platinum-haired guy is really unlucky!

No, it was Malfoy who provoked them first.

Dylan had already dispersed the Poro.

Hagrid hurriedly drove the remaining hippogriffs back into the bushes opposite.

He then picked up the unconscious Malfoy and hurried towards the castle.

—Any later, and who knows if a little wizard might actually die in his class!

He certainly didn't want such a serious teaching accident to happen on his first day of teaching!

Hagrid was gone for quite a while, but he couldn't bring the students around him back to their senses.

—They were all terrified.

The students who had already come into contact with the hippogriffs were now trembling slightly.

—They actually lost their vigilance against these dangerous creatures because Dylan was flying through the air!

Fortunately, they remained polite enough.

Unlike that idiot Draco, who's really had enough of living and still dares to provoke these big guys!
Hermione stood there with a grim expression.

Seeing Dylan get off Serquil, she quickly pulled him aside.

"Oh my god, that's dangerous!"

Dylan looked at her: "I thought you'd be gloating when you saw Malfoy get slapped."

Hermione's face darkened: "Although I don't like him, as a classmate, I don't want to see him die!"

"And getting close to wild beasts is such a dangerous thing. It's lucky that it was Malfoy who got into trouble. What if it were you or Harry?"

Dylan stared at her blankly.

Ron pointed to his nose: "And what about me?"

Hermione glanced at him: "What's wrong with you?"

Why do you only care about the two of them?

Hermione curled her lip in disgust: "You didn't go up. When Hagrid called you, didn't you hide behind me in fear?"

"...Look at all the blood on the floor, and Merlin's pants. I think Malfoy might not be able to get out of bed for a whole month."

Ron glanced at the bloodstains on the lawn not far away and changed the subject.

Hermione pursed her lips: "This is the magical world. Malfoy only suffered a physical injury. Madam Pomfrey will heal him quickly."

Ron: "..."

What else could he say?

At that moment, Harry also slowly descended on his hippogriff, the strong airflow stirring up dust from the ground.

Once Buckbeak had landed firmly on all fours, Harry quickly dismounted.

"What happened?"

He saw the mess on the ground from above, which didn't seem like anything good had happened, so he quickly flew down.

As soon as he landed, he saw the bloodstains winding among the grass blades beside him, their color tinged with a rusty red in the dappled sunlight.

The viscous blood droplets were still fresh, falling down the dandelion stem and making dark dots on the ground.

"What happened? Is someone injured?" Harry asked anxiously.

Dylan casually told him about the situation.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after regaining his composure, he was still concerned about the safety of his companions, so he quickly went forward to check if they were injured.

"I'm fine, I was in the sky just now too."

Dylan watched as Harry crumpled Ron's face into a ball, and when Ron looked in his direction, he immediately spoke up.

"Oh, I guess so."

Harry realized what was happening and walked towards Hermione.

"I'm fine too."

Hermione pulled Harry's hand away.

Dylan then walked over to Buckbeak, who was standing to the side.

This startled Hermione and Ron.

"Hey! Dylan, what are you doing? Be careful! They're dangerous!"

"Don't worry, these little guys aren't that strong yet."

Dylan's voice came through.

Hermione and the others were left completely bewildered.

Ron muttered in confusion, his voice low: "Didn't he see Malfoy getting beaten to a pulp?"

Hermione was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Dylan is much more capable than us, so we really don't need to worry about him."

Dylan approached the hippogriff that Harry had just ridden.

"Hello, Abijong... I mean Buckbeak."

(?)
Buckbeak paused, then tilted his head.

This little wizard who can even ride Serquil seems a bit different from other humans.

It was thinking of responding to Hagrid's suggestion that since the young wizard had greeted it, it should do so.

Just as it was about to bow to Dylan, the latter stopped interacting with it and turned to walk towards the bushes.

Buckbeak: (●°u°●)」

"Wow..."

It stomped its front hooves.

Hermione, Ron, and the other group of young wizards stared in disbelief.

Dylan approached the bushes.

After passing through, they saw the group of hippogriffs that Hagrid had just driven over.

"Hey, little guy."

Dylan nodded to the other hippogriffs, then walked up to Serquill.

"Huh?"

Serquill looked at Dylan, his golden eyes filled with doubt.

His human companions were just knocked away, and he's not even angry?

They don't seem afraid.

—It thinks this is normal.

"Hey, this is a very high-quality meat strip. My pet and the owl love it. You should try some too."

Dylan took out a large handful of meat strips.

Place it in front of Serquil.

"You can share it with your friends to eat together. Sharing is a wonderful thing, and I am happy to share."

"Wow!"

The moment Dylan pulled out the jerky, Serquill was drawn in by the aroma and exclaimed.

The winged hippogriffs nearby also craned their necks, but still did not approach.

"You eat first, I have to go back now—I'll come see you again next time, don't worry—soon."

Dylan was also thinking about whether he could recruit a few hippogriffs into his pet space.

So he made a decision.

—When I see Hagrid later, I can agree to meet him in the woods in the middle of the night.

(End of this chapter)