Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 191 Learning the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire from Old Deng
"No problem at all."

Dylan put down the book he was holding.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Cedric pursed his lips.

"Everyone says that when you faced the Boggart, the form it took... was me transformed into a tree-man?"

Dylan shook his head: "I don't think so, it's just that it's somewhat similar to you - after all, that tree person was a tree person, its whole body was covered in tree bark."

"I think it was just some classmates who thought it was similar, but the news got more and more exaggerated as it spread."

"Moreover, after that Boggart turned into a dead tree-man corpse, I did have some impression of it—I saw it in a dream, probably a nightmare I had one day."

Cedric was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Is that so?"

He didn't press further, but simply nodded.

"I'm sorry to bother you. My friend told me about this. The reason I didn't ask you about it right away is because I didn't want this to spread and cause you any unnecessary trouble because of my involvement."

Cedric gave Dylan an apologetic smile: "It seems like no one's talking about this anymore."

"I was passing by the library today and found you here by yourself, so I came here without permission. I hope you don't mind."

Cedric stood next to Dylan, tall and slender with a strong physique, well-defined features, and outstanding appearance and temperament.

After just a brief conversation, Dylan could sense the other person's gentle and humble nature.

—Truly worthy of being the white moonlight of Badger Courtyard.

Dylan smacked his lips and shook his head with a smile.

"It's okay. Actually, I should be the one apologizing to you. I must have caused you a lot of trouble lately, right?"

Cedric chuckled silently—after all, they were in the library.

Mrs. Pince seemed to have just passed by and was now watching them from a short distance away.

"How could that be? Everyone is coming to ask me about the tree people, and I actually find it very strange."

After a pause, Cedric nodded slightly to Dylan: "Then I won't disturb you any longer while you're reading. If you need any help from me later, you can come directly to me, or use other methods."

"—For example, ask someone else to tell me."

Dylan nodded, "Okay, I certainly won't be polite."

Cedric blinked, then couldn't help but smile again.

This little wizard is really interesting.

After Cedric turned and left, Dylan picked up the book again.

He wasn't distracted by Cedric.

—This beloved, who died young in Badger Courtyard, perhaps shouldn't have died so soon.

until evening.

After dinner.

Dylan did not return to his dorm room.

Instead, they arrived at the door of Dumbledore's office.

"knocking"

The door opens.

Dylan walked in.

Old Deng was bent over his desk, revising something.

Without even looking up, he suddenly spoke up and asked Dylan, "I have a question."

"—Which is closer to the truth: the darkness before dawn or the light after dusk?"

Dylan, who was walking towards his desk, was startled.

Is this old man crazy?

Why did I suddenly and inexplicably ask him such a bizarre question?

Could it be that the Dementors around me have made me feel emo?
After he walked up to Old Deng.

I thought about it.

He still did not refuse to answer.

—If you've already asked him, and he doesn't say anything, it'll seem a bit like he's not fitting in.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem.

But Dylan came here this time hoping that Old Deng would teach him something.

When you need something from someone, first humble yourself.

Dylan chuckled: "I think the truth might always lie at the boundary between the two—are you satisfied with my answer?"

Dumbledore looked up.

"Hmm, that's a very ambiguous and perfunctory answer."

Dylan showed no embarrassment whatsoever and plopped down opposite Old Deng.

"I don't know why you're asking me this?"

Dumbledore put down his pen and smiled gently.

"Nothing much, just dealing with some things—things related to the Ministry of Magic. You know, they're always picking on me from time to time."

Dylan suddenly thought of someone and couldn't help but ask, "How is the Auror who came to see you last time?"

"You mean Vera?"

Dylan nodded.

Old Deng glanced at him.

“She had a lot of things to take care of after she returned to the Ministry of Magic last time, that’s what Flitwick told me. As for how things are now, I don’t know.”

Old Deng retorted, "Didn't you go to her father's ice cream shop during the summer vacation?"

"I was quite busy during the summer vacation. I did go, but I didn't sit down or chat with Uncle Florin. I just bought some ice cream and left."

Old Deng nodded slightly: "Well, I thought you and Vera had a good relationship. She's an excellent student at Hogwarts."

"To be able to quickly become the leader of the Aurors right after graduation is obviously very impressive," Dylan agreed.

"Today shouldn't be your time to learn alchemy, right? Kid, is there something you need from me?" Old Deng looked Dylan straight in the eye.

“Yes, Professor, I have something I’d like to ask you,” Dylan said directly, without denying it.

"What is it?" Old Deng's white beard was so thick it almost reached the table.

"I want to learn the Ancient Flame of the Ancient Blaze. Professor, shouldn't alchemy require even more extraordinary flames?"

Dylan said, "Moreover, it seems that the Ancient Flame can also play a role in divination."

He is absolutely right.

Dylan found the precise definition of the ancient celestial fire in the book.

Compared to his achievements in alchemy.

The ancient fire of the immortals is actually more suitable for divination.

Wizards can reveal information and answers through the symbols that emerge from the ancient flames of the celestial fire.

However, this method of divination requires certain skills and talent.

Moreover, deciphering the symbols emerging from these flames is not an easy task.

However, for Dylan, all his talents can be unlocked through the achievement system.

This isn't a big problem.

As for interpreting the symbols.

This is the essence of meticulous craftsmanship.

as long as you try very hard, you can achieve anything.

He only needs to study the knowledge and content in books more, and he will always be able to skillfully interpret the symbols in the flames.

Old Deng seemed somewhat surprised and looked at Dylan: "Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire? That can be considered a forbidden technique. Where did you see it?"

Dylan smiled: "Of course I know, but no one or law has ever declared it prohibited from learning or using it. As for where I saw it..."

"It's in the book, of course."

Di Lunlun answered confidently.

"After learning that the ancient flame is also very useful in divination, I specifically asked Professor Trelawney about it, but she told me that this is something that only senior students have the opportunity to access, and it requires the dean's approval."

"Is that so? Then why don't you ask Minerva?"

“I’ve looked up the history of Hogwarts. You demonstrated a modified version of the Flame Revealing Charm in your Transfiguration class back then—I don’t think it was an ordinary flame.”

Dylan stared intently at Old Deng, his face full of honesty: "Instead of seeking the dean's approval, I'd rather come directly to..." "The principal, is that right?"

Old Deng burst into laughter.

"Child, do you know what I admire most about you is your generous personality?"

He suddenly waved his hand.

A buzzing sound.

A flame appeared out of thin air.

Unlike ordinary flames that leap and dance, this flame had a silky sheen on its surface.

At its core, the pale blue light cluster resembled a beating heart.

The tips of the flames faintly displayed golden patterns, like blood vessels on a heart, spreading outwards.

As the patterns covered the entire body of the fire, the blue flame suddenly expanded, becoming a prism with densely packed runes appearing on its surface.

The runes, like living earthworms, wriggled back and forth, making a soft tinkling sound.

The edges of the flames shimmered with a hazy, pearly iridescence, and the occasional sparks that flew out were also quite unusual.

Dylan looked and saw that it was a transparent hexagon, suspended in the air, and then condensed into a fleeting star map.

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

Putting everything else aside, just its appearance alone makes this Ancient Burai Immortal Fire look quite extraordinary.

"In fact, child, the Ancient Flame is both a kind of magic and a tool."

Dumbledore held the blue flame in his palm.

The flames subsided considerably and quieted down.

"You mean, this flame is actually similar to a brewed potion?"

Old Deng blinked.

"If you really have to describe it, it's pretty much the same."

He wasn't holding the wand in his other hand; he just flicked his finger slightly.

The curtains suddenly slammed shut.

The moonlight was blocked out.

"If I were to describe it to you, the Ancient Flame is not a simple incantation. More importantly, it involves establishing a contract with the flame. I understand it as a ritual."

Old Deng looked at Dylan: "I think your Charms professor has already taught you about the counterspells to Fiendfire. Since you've also read a lot of spells, what do you think is the difference between Gubrai Flame and Fiendfire?"

Upon hearing this, Dylan raised an eyebrow slightly.

That’s a really good question.

Ancient Flame is a profound form of magic, not black magic.

Yet it can produce a flame that burns forever.

This flame can be used for divination and also given as a gift.

—Although Dylan had no idea why a ball of fire could be given as a gift.

Moreover, the ancient flames of immortality are also quite helpful for alchemy.

After all, alchemy, to some extent, is also a kind of prophecy about the future.

As for the fierce fire
This kind of black magic can burn continuously, and even become more powerful, and it is basically impossible to extinguish.

"Regarding the difference between them, I think the Ancient Flame might be a controllable magic with a gentle purpose, while the Fiery Flame is difficult to control, indiscriminate in its attacks, and will devour and destroy everything in its madness."

Dumbledore nodded: "That's right, but you must remember that the power of the Ancient Flame is also immense; it is enough to change the course of events."

"Don't underestimate it in this respect. If it can't be controlled, it will be no different from Fiendfire—because they will both bring devastating disaster to you and those around you."

Dylan nodded seriously: "I understand."

"puff"

Old Deng suddenly clenched his fist tightly.

The ancient flame in his hand was instantly crushed.

Dylan: ?!

He looked at Old Deng, then at Old Deng's hands, which were still emitting wisps of black smoke.
No?

Aren't your hands hot?
“Since you are willing to learn, I think you are qualified to learn as well—in fact, schools usually don’t teach this spell to students.”

Old Deng winked at Dylan: "Remember not to tell Minerva about this, or she'll start nagging me again."

Dylan coughed lightly: "Don't worry, Headmaster. If Professor McGonagall knew that I came to you to learn about the Ancient Flame of the Ancients, she would definitely think that I'm going to spend more time studying divination and mystical futures."

This is one of the reasons why he came directly to Old Deng to learn the Ancient Flame, instead of first asking Professor McGonagall if she knew the magic.

The old man and the young man exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

Old Deng sat up straight, and then stood up.

Dylan also stood up.

The two walked to an open space a little in front of the office.

"Okay."

Old Deng's blue eyes behind his glasses looked as if they were immersed in ice water, and his wand drew a complex arc in the air.

time.

A silvery light, like the Milky Way.

It poured onto the ground.

A wisp of blue smoke began to seep from the cracks in the stone bricks.

Gradually, it condensed into a blue ball of light the size of a flame.

"The Ancient Flame of Immortals can be understood as summoning, but to be more precise, it is creation."

Dumbledore suddenly reached out and grabbed Dylan's wrist.

Dylan's wand was forced to point at the blue flame.

"Ordinary flames rely on fuel, but this one is shaped by your magic."

Old Deng's voice rang in Dylan's ears, neither hurried nor slow.

Imagine what you most want to protect—not a picture, but a feeling.

When Dylan heard Old Deng's words, the first thing that popped into his mind was the basilisk monster that he had almost bled unconscious.

—He really needs to protect this.

Otherwise, before he could fully utilize the basilisk's abilities, the basilisk would have died first.

He would have suffered a huge loss then.

He only came to his senses when Old Deng's voice rang out again.

Feel?

Just as he was trying to probe the ancient immortal fire with his 'feeling'.

Dylan felt some runes suddenly explode in his mind.

As Old Deng's hand gripped his wrist, he gradually applied pressure.

Sparks flew from the tip of Dylan's wand.

The moment of falling.

It was engulfed by the eerie blue flames that Old Deng had already summoned.

The flames suddenly expanded.

"Remember, don't be fooled by appearances."

Dumbledore suddenly released Dylan's hand.

Dylan's magic continued to be output steadily, and the flames did not go out, but they dimmed considerably.

"You're trying to control it with logic, which is like trying to catch flowing water with a fishing net. Try to use your wisdom, your emotions—be passionate, otherwise the flame won't last."

Old Deng's tone was a little strange, but Dylan didn't pay any attention to it.

With passionate emotion?
Dylan suddenly thought of how he felt when he was doing research.

Especially the preparation work before starting the research.

Sizzling bloodletting, pulling out tendons and peeling skin, rotting and blooming.
Just thinking about it makes me feel so good!
"Shh!"

Suddenly, the flames surged again.

Old Deng was stunned.

(End of this chapter)