Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 190 How come your Boggart is a corpse? And he looks so much like one.
Dylan smacked his lips.

at the same time.

They are already facing Boggart's students.

Because Lupin's explanation was quite detailed.

As the students began chanting their incantations.

The mummy bandages that Boggart conjured turned into colorful stripes.

The person with the broken leg danced a joyful tambourine dance in mid-air.

The female ghost's long hair stood on end, and her eyes were vacant, making her look like a fluffy dandelion.

—Whenever Boggart manifests as fear in the students' hearts.

Students who were able to overcome their fear allowed the comical spells to change the form of the Boggart.

When it was Nawi's turn...

Dylan gently touched his trembling hand and lowered his voice.

"If it were Professor Snape, imagine him dancing the conga."

Perhaps it was because Dylan's words of comfort had an effect, or perhaps Neville imagined the stern-faced Professor Snape performing a comical dance.

Neville couldn't help but burst into laughter.

This calmed his tense mind, and he took a deep breath and stepped forward.

However, when Neville faced that Boggart...

Instead of transforming into Professor Snape as he expected, the other party instantly turned into a Dementor.

Rotten claws.

A chilling aura emanated from beneath the gray fog hood.

Neville's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his hand holding the wand trembled violently.

This is different from what Dylan said...

Dylan looked up at the ceiling.

He did not predict the Boggart form that Neville would face.

Perhaps it was described in the original plot, but his memory of it is very vague.

He had not seen these scenes of them facing Boggart in some of his previous prophecies.

"Funny!"

"Funny!"

Until Nawi recited the incantation three times.

As he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the spell for the fourth time.

The spell finally took effect.

The Dementor in front of him suddenly seemed to be under a crazy spinning spell, its body twisting into a pretzel shape in mid-air.

The rotting black robe rolled into the largest black spiral and crashed heavily to the ground with a muffled thud.

—The Dementor had turned into a comical ball of burlap, with two crooked ears dangling from the top of the wrinkled fabric.

It looks like a tattered burlap sack on a broom handle.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

After receiving Lupin's praise, he quickly ran back to the team.

“Mr. Hawkwood, it’s your turn. Please come up.”

Lupin looked at the list and clicked on the next student, which happened to be Dylan.

As Dylan passed Neville, he patted him on the shoulder before walking up to Lupin.

Bogut had just been turned into a rag by Neville.

When facing Dylan.

It seemed somewhat hesitant.

Unlike when facing other students, he couldn't instantly change his form; instead, he hesitated for quite a while.

Finally, a surge of black mist transformed into a twisted figure.

Everyone looked around.

—That was a monster pieced together from tree trunks.

Dark brown sap seeped from the folds of the bark, and half a vine still clung to the twisted limbs.

Its face is the most dangerous part.

—Purple-black flowers sprouted from the empty eye sockets, and thorny flower stems twined around the rotting lips.

Each petal was oozing a foul-smelling sap. When the students in the back row saw the deformed monster, they all gasped in shock, and some even instinctively took a half-step back.

Dylan deliberately tensed his shoulders and slightly widened his eyes.

"Riddikulus (Hilarious)!"

Dylan raised his wand.

When the incantation was uttered.

The monster lying on the ground suddenly began to convulse violently.

The bark peels away, revealing colorful balloons.

The flower path twists and turns, transforming into a bright pink ribbon.

The next second, the entire monster collapsed with a crash, turning into an inflatable tree puppet wearing a crooked hat.

It will also bounce and jump with the airflow.

—The leaves and branches, which are made of a leathery material, can even make a strange popping sound, which looks quite comical.

Lupin was slightly taken aback.

What was that just now?
Logically speaking, Boggart could only manifest as fear he had personally experienced.

But the monster he had just encountered, a creature interwoven with plants and death, was clearly beyond his comprehension.

Could it be that this little guy just made up his own ideas?

He paused slightly.

Lupin simply gave Dylan, whose expression remained unchanged, a deep look, then cleared his throat and began calling the next student forward.

After Dylan walked back.

Ron, who was in the group, had already faced Boggart before them.

Upon seeing Dylan return, he strode forward and stood beside Dylan.

"That one just now..."

Ron thought and thought, but still couldn't figure out how to describe it.

He grinned, "My God, I can't even describe it! What is that thing?"

Dylan casually replied, "It's probably something I saw in a dream, it doesn't exist—so of course I don't know what it is."

Ron asked suspiciously, "Really?"

Hermione, who had practiced this beforehand, rolled her eyes: "Why would Dylan need to lie to you? Besides, this thing is too strange; it's obviously a bizarre creature that can only appear in dreams!"

"I've never seen it in any book!"

Ron shrank back: "I was just asking a question, why are you shouting so loudly..."

at this time.

Several students went up to face Boggart.

It was finally Harry's turn.

Dylan looked up.

But just as Harry was preparing to face the Boggart...

Lu Ping suddenly made his move.

The Boggart, who was about to transform, was turned into a pink pig.

Or rather, a balloon.

And it's leaking air.

"puff--"

Wait until all the gas has leaked out.

The balloon turned into a deflated pink pig.

Lupin tapped his wand again.

Dylan realized that the other party seemed to intend to eliminate the Boggart directly.

Suddenly, he stepped forward.

Use your wand to precisely intercept Lupin's spell.

The two magical forces collided, sparks flew in the air, and then they disappeared.

The surrounding students were taken aback.

The church, which had been filled with laughter, fell completely silent in an instant.

The deflated Boggart, which had been trembling, was now put on pause.

The wrinkled pink rubber skin no longer dissipated, remaining shriveled and twisted, sticky and spread out on the stone floor.

It didn't explode into smoke because of the students' laughter. Lupin raised an eyebrow.

This little child...

His magical power is comparable to that of an adult wizard?

Lupin stared at Dylan.

The latter smiled slightly.

"Professor, everyone has already practiced it, and it seems you don't intend to leave it behind. So—could you leave it to me?"

Dylan put away his wand, his eyes sincere.

“I want to study its transformation mechanism further. It can even transform into Dementors. I am very curious about how its life exists and how it is different from Dementors.”

Dylan's lips curled up: "But you know, I can't possibly capture a Dementor for research."

Lupin gently touched his chin with one hand, his gaze falling on Dylan with a hint of scrutiny.

"Although I've only been at Hogwarts for a short time, I've already heard your name from many people—you're the genius wizard Dylan?"

Lupin's words made Dylan pause slightly.

—Who gave him such an unpleasant and embarrassing nickname?

Dylan denied it outright.

"No, I only have some talent, which has been recognized by other professors. As for being called a genius wizard—that's an exaggeration, and I don't agree with it."

Lupin: (.)
This little guy seems a bit modest, but why does he not seem so modest?
Talented and genius...

Is there any difference between these two descriptions?

Lupin froze for a moment, then gave a dry laugh.

“Okay, if you want to study it, I need you to make sure you don’t use it to scare other classmates, and after you’ve studied it, you need to destroy it with laughter—can you promise that?”

Dylan nodded.

"Of course, I can swear."

—He doesn't need to scare his classmates. He could scare Coal Ball or Nobeta, or even Basilisk, including Voldemort, right?
By the way, what happens if you use a Boggart to scare a Dementor?
Could Boggart become a guardian deity?

Dylan was a little curious.

Faced with Dylan's sincere expression.

Lupin recalled the time when Dumbledore had summoned him to his office alone.

I specifically emphasized to him that there was a special wizard in the third grade, and asked him to take special care of him.

After a brief silence, he nodded slightly.

"So, this Boggart is yours—remember not to scare the other students."

Anyway, it was Professor Flitwick who found it.

He borrowed it specifically to use as teaching material.

It doesn't matter if I give it away now.

Moreover, Bogut is not inherently aggressive.

Besides startling people—it can also scare them half to death.

But... wizards should always practice their courage.

So, even though Lupin gave Dylan these instructions.

But in reality, even if Dylan used this Boggart to scare other students, he wouldn't mind.

How can one grow without experiencing some setbacks?

Dylan smiled and nodded: "Thank you very much for your generosity."

Dylan pretended to take a box out of his backpack, then twirled his wand and put the crumpled pink pig balloon into the box, holding it casually in his hand.

Ron, standing next to him, took a few steps back in terror.

Hermione glanced at Dylan.

"This guy……"

No wonder he always outperformed her in academics!
She even used this Boggart to practice spells.

I never even considered capturing it for research.

—Is it possible for a junior wizard to conduct research on this kind of monster at this age?

Is this right?
Hermione's eyes darted around rapidly.

Suddenly, a clear goal arose in her mind, even though she had been feeling lost about the future.

she!
We must follow in Dylan's footsteps!

If she can catch up with Dylan!

What else is there for her to be confused about regarding the future?
She would do whatever Dylan did!
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Lupin clapped his hands.

He looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

“I was pleasantly surprised that today’s class went very smoothly, with almost no one failing the spell.”

Lupin withdrew his gaze from Dylan and then spoke.

“Let me see—I think Gryffindor can get 10 points, both as a reward for Miss Granger’s correct answer and as a reward for everyone’s success in defeating Boggart.”

Harry walked back, looking bewildered.

He hadn't had a chance to see what his fear was.

Professor Lupin then stepped in and resolved the Boggart issue for him.

He didn't understand why.

Why did Professor Lupin stop him from facing Boggart?

—This is obvious, and it is absolutely impossible that Professor Lupin forgot that there was such a person as him.

How is this possible?
Clearly, Professor Lu Ping did this intentionally.

But why would he do this on purpose?
The course is over.

A group of students walked out of the classroom noisily.

Hermione stayed by Dylan's side.

“Your Boggart, I recognize him, though he looks terrifying—but his face looks a lot like Cedric.”

Dylan looked at her with some surprise.

Can you recognize this?

"What? Cedric?"

Hermione didn't lower her voice, and Ron, Harry, and the others who were with her all heard it.

Hermione nodded: "Anyone who knows Cedric will recognize him, so I don't need to hide it from you. Why are you afraid of him? Or rather, how do you know him?"

Ron squeezed in too: "Yeah, Dylan, how do you know Cedric? I don't even know him."

Looking at the heads in front of me, all with curious expressions.

Dylan's mouth twitched.

I'm tempted to grab a big sledgehammer and whack them one by one. What should I do?
"Didn't I already say? I just dreamt about it, it was a dream! Maybe I saw him someday, so I had this impression."

Ron was clearly not satisfied with the answer.

However, Dylan's consistent stance remains unchanged.

He knew he couldn't get any answers from Dylan, so he eventually had to give up.

"This is amazing! I've never heard of anything like this before. To dream of a complete stranger—and he turned into a giant monster!"

Dylan's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Two more days passed.

some of.

Since Hermione wasn't the only one who recognized Dylan's Boggart, who seemed to resemble Cedric, others also recognized him.

They usually can't find Dylan, who disappears as soon as get out of class is over.

We can only ask Harry and Ron.

The final result was naturally Dylan's statement.
But this rumor only circulated for a short time before the students started talking about Sirius again.

This afternoon.

Because I turned down many elective courses.

This allowed Dylan to even have time to go to the library to read books on school days.

But at that moment, Cedric suddenly walked up to him.

Dylan immediately noticed some Quidditch pitch grass clippings stuck to the hem of the other person's wizard robe.

Dylan looked up at the other person.

Cedric's prefectural badge swayed in the light.

This Hufflepuff legend hesitated slightly when faced with Dylan's puzzled expression.

His golden-brown eyes swept across the empty reading room before he lowered his voice and asked Dylan.

"Would it be convenient to talk? It's about... that Boggart that turned into a tree during Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

(End of this chapter)