Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 184 Dementors: Bro, do you still need to threaten us? We'll definitely obey!
"Since the Ministry of Magic provides food for the Dementors, I don't need to capture any more people to serve as their food."

Dylan stroked his chin, glancing at the seven Dementors standing at attention in front of him.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes showed goodwill.

However, this gaze was quite terrifying in the eyes of these Dementors.

This feeling is like someone turning their head and seeing a rabbit with a wide grin that stretches almost to its ears, laughing at them.

The seven Dementors trembled again.

Dylan said gently, "Don't be so scared, I won't do anything to you."

"Since you can maintain your existence for a whole month by eating just one meal, I will let you out normally."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dementors who roughly understood what Dylan meant were all taken aback.

Dylan then changed the subject.

"However, if you intend to take this opportunity to escape..."

Dylan's smile widened.

"You can feel the marks on you, can you? Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will find you. If I waste my study time going to catch you... hehehe~"

Dylan's voice was icy, making the Dementors feel a chill in the air around them.

Little A was the first to shake his head.

"You all know what I mean."

Dylan smiled faintly.

Dementors cannot simply appear inside Hogwarts.

Therefore, Dylan wanted to bring these Dementors back to the Ministry of Magic.

The only option is to sneak out of Hogwarts next time and go to Hogsmeade Village to "return" the Dementors to the Ministry of Magic.

However, before doing this...

Dylan is going to research how to combine summoning magic with the Dark Mark and other spells.

They discovered a way to directly summon these Dementors back.

"A month is neither a long nor a short time, but I'm afraid I can't figure out this kind of spell in a month."

"After all, I not only have so many classes to attend, but I also have a time converter to research. This thing is definitely on a higher level than dealing with these Dementors."

"As for what happens if it's not done within a month..."

Suddenly, a figure popped into Dylan's mind.

"The rat that Ron keeps has been refused admission and treatment by Madam Pomfrey, but that's to be expected. That idiot makes Ron bring it to the school clinic every other day. Who can stand that?"

When Dylan tried to attack Scabbers with a spell, he didn't leave any visible marks at all.

—There wasn't even any internal injury.

At most, it will only torment it on a mental level.

That's all.

How could Mrs. Pomfrey possibly have found anything?
Mrs. Pomfrey later told Ron that the mouse he kept was most likely just pretending to be in pain to attract his attention.

He also scolded Ron, telling him to pay more attention to his pets.

This frustrated Ron for quite some time.

If he didn't care about his pet, would he bring Banban to the school clinic every day for treatment?
He thought the rat had been passed down for three generations and was finally going to die in his hands!
They've worried him terribly. Why isn't he taking care of his pet?

Later, Ron discovered that his mice were no longer showing signs of pain as frequently as they had at the beginning.

So he didn't bother Mrs. Pomfrey any further.

Occasionally, Banban would still cry out in pain, and no one knew why.

Even though Mrs. Pomfrey scolded him, he still brought it to the school clinic to have it checked out.

Although Mrs. Pomfrey had told Ron not to bring his pets over anymore.

But wait until they actually bring it over.

She couldn't possibly kick him out.

They had to check it again, but still couldn't find anything. In the end, they left the mouse in the school clinic for a few days to see how it fared.

Once it's almost healed, I'll return it to Ron.

"Dementors can also absorb the pleasant memories of other life forms, but there are never many species with high intelligence, and the strength of intelligence clearly represents the difference in memories."

It is precisely because human emotions are the strongest among all living beings.

Therefore, the food that Dementors love to eat naturally becomes human memories and souls.

After all, they themselves originated from human despair and suffering.

“Peter Pettigrew may look like a mouse, but he’s actually a person. If I could borrow Peter Pettigrew from Ron every now and then…”

Dylan chuckled softly.

Even if he doesn't release the Dementors back to the Ministry of Magic, they won't lack food.

Dylan stood there, pondering what he needed to do next.

The seven Dementors didn't dare to move, standing silently in front of Dylan, keeping him company as he was punished.

"To fully understand how the time converter works, I need to learn more advanced alchemy."

"In addition, we also need to study the summoning techniques for Dementors."

"I'm not worried about the progress of my studies and homework in each subject, but if I really want to learn alchemy from Old Deng, I'd better master the Ancient Flame of Elixir as well."

"And my various experiments, as well as my acquisition of new knowledge."

Ok……

I have a feeling that he has less and less time to rest.

Dylan pursed his lips and sighed softly.

"Fortunately, Lu Ping doesn't need a bottle of wolfsbane every day or every week. I just need to brew one bottle before the full moon each month."

His research into various forms of magic and experiments resulted in him having less and less leisure time.

But in reality, Dylan did not feel tired or bored.

On the contrary, it is precisely because he is interested in these things that he is willing to spend time and energy doing them.

To be able to come to such a magical world.

How could one not feel excited and want to get involved?

Dylan took a light step.

He floated up.

They then left the isolated island, crossed the ocean, and arrived at a small cabin on the edge of the forest.

"Moo!" Coal Ball ran over.

Norbert flapped his wings and landed on the ground.

Dylan threw them some more food.

Then open the small warehouse door behind the wooden house.

"squeak"

Lockhart was now huddled in the corner.

He was in this state all day.

I don't know if it's because Dylan brought the Dementors here.

At this moment, the sky inside the pet space had also darkened, just like the outside world.

Moonlight seeped through the cracks in the crooked wooden planks of the warehouse, weaving a spiderweb-like silver pattern on Lockhart's body.

He was curled up in a somewhat moldy pile of straw, repeatedly carving his name into the mud with a dry twig.

When Dylan pushed the door open and entered, he stopped, raised his head, and his eyes, though cloudy, were mixed with a trace of clarity.

"The autograph session... has started?"

Lockhart groped his way to his feet.

Dylan raised a brow.

Has this guy remembered something?

Or perhaps he'd kept this guy locked up here for too long, driving him a little crazy?

However, it wasn't Dylan's research time yet. He wanted to go out and read for a while, so he didn't pay much attention to Lockhart's situation, only leaving him a few pieces of bread.

Lockhart's mouth watered as he saw the bread and smelled its rich aroma.

He rushed over, grabbed the bread rolls, and wolfed them down.

"...Didn't I just give you food this afternoon? The way you're acting makes it seem like I've treated you badly."

Lockhart tilted his head back and just grinned foolishly at Dylan.

“_…”

Dylan rolled his eyes.

After a moment's thought, I listened to Lockhart making satisfied gurgling sounds as he ate.

After he finished the last bite of bread, his fingertips were still unconsciously picking at the bread crumbs on the ground.

Dylan smacked his lips.

"Perhaps he should be allowed to go outside for a while. If he's always locked up here, even if his soul is still there, he'll become numb and like a walking corpse."

With that in mind, Dylan raised his wand slightly.

"Imperius Curse."

The spell quickly invaded Lockhart's brain.

His movements became stiff, like a marionette, as he followed Dylan out of the wooden warehouse.

"Swish"

At that moment, a dark figure leaped lightly down from the treetop.

It perched steadily on Dylan's shoulder.

"Moo~"

"Why don't you go eat something?"

Dylan smiled gently.

"crash"

The wind rustled through the air.

A Norwegian Spinosaurus, already quite large, landed beside Dylan.

"Keep an eye on him."

Dylan gave a few instructions to Coal Ball and Norbert.

“Make him move around more often. Before, you all thought he was lazy and let him wander around on his own. He almost became a goblin's male concubine. I don't want to control a guy who has lost his virginity, do you hear me?”

Dylan finished speaking.

A night fog, carrying the salty, fishy smell of the sea, drifted in. Lockhart was now slumped in front of Norbert's dragon claw.

Coalball groomed his fur with graceful movements, glanced at Dylan, and nodded.

"Moo!"

Seeing how readily they agreed.

Dylan narrowed his eyes and tossed two strips of meat to Coal Ball and Norbert each.

"Alright, I'll head out now. Don't let him wander off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dylan's figure flashed and disappeared into the pet space.
When he crawled out of the suitcase.

I was just about to continue reading for a while.

When I came out, I found that all my roommates had already returned.

Moreover, Harry and Ron weren't in their own beds; instead, they were with Neville and Seamus.

The four of them sat around.

Dylan heard a rather strange laugh coming from among them.

—The sound was a bit like a cat laughing.

Dylan couldn't help but raise his brow.

"Dylan, come here quickly."

Neville, who was half-lying on his bed, noticed Dylan's appearance and immediately waved to him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Dylan walked over and looked around at the four of them.

"You guys have a cat in your dorm again?"

Neville grinned and shook his head merrily, saying to Dylan, "No, it's Harry who's laughing."

"Harry is laughing?" Dylan was even more puzzled.

He walked over and sat down beside Neville's bed.

Harry and Ron were sitting on Seamus's bed.

At that moment, Dylan noticed a small box of candy next to Neville's bed.

"this is?"

"Voice-changing candy!"

Neville chuckled.

"Meow meow meow meow!"

Harry opened his mouth, but instead spoke a string of cat language.

"you……"

Simo then stood up.

He went to Dylan's side and took a piece of candy from the small box.

This candy has no outer shell, so you can eat it directly.

Dylan watched as Seamus ate the candy, then stuck two red hairs on his head.

—It looks like bird feathers or chicken feathers.

Simo suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Cack!"

A hoarse, raspy cry rang out.

Simo, wearing socks, placed one foot on his own bed, his left hand tucked into a beak shape and rested on his lips, his knuckles naturally curled up, mimicking the curve of a chicken claw.

He grasped the back of the robe with his right hand and lifted it upwards.

The fabric was fluffy, making it look like a rooster's tail spreading out behind it.

He hunched his back slightly, stretched his neck forward, and swayed his head from side to side.

The sounds he made were almost exactly the same as the crowing of a rooster.

“This was made by the George brothers,” Neville explained. “I heard they put in a lot of effort and time.”

“And they gave us the first box of candy!” Ron exclaimed, tilting his head back.

"The first box?" Dylan's lips twitched.

“Yes! The first box!” Ron said proudly.

“.(＿＿)ノ｜”

How did the Weasleys end up with such a dimwit?

"This shouldn't be something to be proud of, right? Since it's the first box, did Fred and the others check the candy's effects? You weren't used as the first batch of guinea pigs by them, were you?"

Dylan looked at the four of them: "Just like those lab rats we caught in Transfiguration class."

The four people's cheerful expressions instantly froze on their faces.

"I think everything should be fine. Harry and Seamus both ate."

Ron hesitated.

Neville blinked, then suddenly realized, "Your turn next, Ron. You try it first, and I'll try it after you've finished."

Ron: "Uh... okay."

Ron swallowed hard and looked at the box of candy Neville was offering him.

"Cack!"

"Meow meow meow!"

Harry and Seamus seemed to be urging Ron to hurry up.

Ron gritted his teeth, grabbed a piece of candy, and was about to throw it into his mouth.

Dylan looked over and immediately noticed that the candy in Ron's hand seemed a little different from the others.

He was about to speak up to remind him, but Ron had already swallowed the candy.

"..."

Dylan sat back down.

next moment.

Ron suddenly grinned and burped.

"Ugh——!"

A train whistle suddenly rang out from Ron's mouth.

There were even wisps of hot steam carrying the taste of sugar, oozing from between his teeth.

Even above Ron's head, tiny silver-gray plumes of smoke rose, condensing into miniature clouds under the chandelier.

The dormitory room immediately fell silent.

Harry's mouth was open.

Simo stared wide-eyed.

Five seconds of dead silence followed.

Dylan's soft laughter rang out first.

Immediately afterwards, Neville slapped his thigh and collapsed into a pile of pillows, laughing.

Ron hurriedly covered his mouth, but hissed as if air was leaking through his fingers.

He had just let go and was about to explain.

"Woo!!!"

A louder whistle suddenly blared.

The Quidditch posters on the wall were shaking violently.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Simo clutched his stomach and rolled onto the floor.

Neville laughed so hard he pounded the mattress.

Harry covered his mouth tightly with one hand, not wanting to laugh at his good friend, but he couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

Dylan couldn't help but chuckle.

As expected of the Fred brothers.

The variety of ideas is truly astounding.

This voice-changing candy can even change the sound of a train whistle.

"I saw this candy was so big and wanted to remind you, but I'm sorry, you ate it too fast..."

Moonlight streamed in at an angle through the tower windows.

It illuminated Ron's face, which had swollen like a beetroot.

He clutched the gold and red lion pattern on the bed sheet, his nose still covered with condensed steam droplets, looking just like a steam locomotive that had been frozen in place.

"Ugh——!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, another horn blared.

"Hahahaha!"

The group laughed uncontrollably.

Ron, his face dark, handed the candy box to Dylan.

Dylan looked at the few candies in the small box and blinked.

Neville, who was standing nearby, paused and quickly said, "I think we should stop here. Who knows what strange noise the next candy will make?"

"Woo!!"

Ron opened his mouth.

He pointed to his mouth with his other finger.

The gist of it was, who could have a stranger voice than his?
Dylan chuckled, finding the voice-changing candy amusing, and picked up a blue one, holding it between his fingers.

I have no idea where the Fred brothers got all those crazy ideas from.

But...

"Experiments need to be imaginative. Sometimes my research ideas are too conservative. In this respect, I should learn from the Fred brothers and be bolder in the future. Maybe some unique ideas will come out."

Under the expectant and curious gazes of the group.

Dylan ate the candy.

A mouth.

A kind and honest voice came out.

“Moo~~!”

(End of this chapter)