Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 192 Wouldn't it be better to just stay peacefully for a few days? Why do you have to go

Chapter 192 Wouldn't it be better to just stay peacefully for a few days? Why do you have to go looking for a fight?

"You learn very quickly."

Old Deng had already let go of Dylan's hand.

However, this did not cause the manipulated flames to go out of control.

At first, you might feel a little unfamiliar with it.

But soon.

Dylan's control over the flames became increasingly skillful and fluid...

This learning speed.

It surprised him.

Because the Ancient Flame of the Immortal is not just ordinary fire magic.

The content it covers and the scope it encompasses are quite extensive.

Combustion is merely its most basic ability.

It includes divination, prophecy, alchemy... and especially eternal burning.

Just mastering this is extremely difficult.

Even he pondered it for a long time.

How come this child has mastered the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire after only being led by him for a short while?
Is this reasonable?

Is this magic?

Once again, Old Deng was struck by Dylan's astonishing talent in learning magic.

"Perhaps... if carefully nurtured and guided, even if Tom returns, or even if I die someday, Hogwarts will have wizards capable of fighting against these forces."

Old Deng stood aside, watching Dylan manipulate the ball of blue flame.

His movements became more and more casual and natural.

A glint of light flickered in his eyes.

"Perhaps I should take a two-step approach."

At this time.

Dylan held the flame in his hand.

I looked up at Old Deng.

"Principal, I should be able to say that I have initially mastered the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire, right?"

Dumbledore snapped out of his reverie and nodded slightly.

"Yes, you mastered it faster than I expected."

Dylan chuckled.

He has already mastered the max-level Fiery Spell.

How difficult could it be to obtain an Ancient Flame of Immortality?
Do you even understand the value of "drawing inferences from one instance to another"?

"You flatter me. It's not that I learn quickly, but that you teach well."

Old Deng chuckled.

The old man and the child looked at each other and laughed nonstop.

"This old guy isn't done yet..."

Dylan coughed lightly.

“Principal, it’s getting late. I still have some books to read, so I’ll take my leave now. Thank you so much for taking the time to guide me.”

Dumbledore nodded: "I am also very happy to see the students' progress."

Dylan thought Old Deng was going to let him go and was about to bow and say goodbye when he heard Old Deng suddenly speak again.

"Child, may I ask you what your views are on the college, including these professors?"

Dylan was taken aback upon hearing this.

Old Deng was suspicious; he knew that.

But now...

What does this mean?
The various tests they had conducted on him were not yet over.

Is this a direct question to his opinion?
Dylan blinked: "Of course, what exactly do you want to know my opinion on?"

Old Deng stood next to Dylan, but he didn't exude any imposing aura; instead, he looked like a gentle old man.

"For example, Severus? If you had to describe him in one sentence, what would your opinion of him be?"

Dylan pursed his lips.

What is his opinion of Professor Snape?

After a moment's thought, a sentence popped into Dylan's mind.

"I have heard about Professor Snape's excellence ever since I entered the school."

—It wasn't just Malfoy; the Slytherin students seemed to enjoy spreading the word about how outstanding and brilliant their house's headmaster, Professor Snape, was.

Old Deng paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "In fact, I often hear these kinds of comments too."

Dylan nodded: "So if you wanted me to sum up my opinion of Professor Snape in one sentence, I would say..."

Old Deng looked over, his gaze behind his glasses shifting slightly.

“Every greasy non-stick pan was once a spirited young man.”

"(..)..."

Old Deng's pupils widened slightly.

After a long pause, he smacked his lips and hesitated before speaking, "Hmm... It's a very novel description, but it seems quite accurate."

Old Deng held it in for a while, but he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You must not let your Professor Snape hear this, otherwise I think you may have some unstable experiences in your future school career."

Dylan nodded: "Of course, I would never have said that if you hadn't asked me."

"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore laughed so hard his chest was shaking.

"So... what are your thoughts on Minerva, your dean?"

Dylan rubbed his chin.

“Professor McGonagall… In fact, I think Professor McGonagall is a very interesting person, but she always presents herself in a very rigid way—but I know that’s not Professor McGonagall’s true face.”

"Oh? Why would you say that?" Old Deng raised an eyebrow.

“Transfiguration requires not only logical ability, but also considerable imagination from the wizard—if one understands magic too rigidly, life will be very boring, and it will be impossible to master advanced Transfiguration,” Dylan replied.

Listen to what Dylan has to say.

Old Deng paused again.

"My child, you truly amaze me. Your perspective on the world far surpasses that of many others."

Touching his beard, Old Deng looked at Dylan.

"It seems that every time I talk to you, I gain something from you that I've never even thought about before—you're really mature, it makes me feel..."

“You don’t even look like a little wizard.”

Dylan raised his head.

—Although he is not short now.

However, Old Deng was even taller.

"Professor, maturity is actually very simple. As long as you read more, you will eventually be able to understand what you call the adult world."

"From what you're saying, it seems you have your own understanding of maturity?"

Dylan blinked his eyelashes.

Another phrase popped into my head.

"maybe."

Seeing that Dylan didn't say it directly, he pressed on again, "Could you talk to me about it?"

"If you want to know... that's fine too."

Dylan nodded: "Personally, I think that maturity can be a bright but not dazzling light, or a mellow but not cloying sound."

"At its core, it is a kind of solidity that does not need to be proclaimed, a height that is not steep."

Dumbledore's silvery-white eyebrows trembled slightly, and his blue eyes behind his glasses sparkled, shining like a lake filled with starlight.

He put his wand away again, and gently patted Dylan's shoulder with his wrinkled hand.

"To hear such wise words from you is like finding a thinking toffee in a candy store—it's both surprising and fascinating."

Old Deng smiled and looked at Dylan: "Perhaps there will be some speeches at Hogwarts later, and I should recommend you to go up there."

Dylan smiled without any modesty.

"I am glad to."

— Giving a speech in front of the entire school might just unlock other achievements.

"Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

"No, not anymore."

Dumbledore shook his head, then winked slyly at Dylan: "I don't want to hear your opinion of me."

"...You did the right thing, so I'll be leaving now."

"Be careful on the road, and remember to relax sometimes—don't always focus all your energy on studying; you should sometimes do something with Potter and Weasley too."

Old Deng did not try to persuade Dylan to stay any longer.

Instead, he focused on the other person's figure and offered his instructions.

"Principal, I don't want to waste my energy researching how to prank other people with props."

Dylan smiled and then waved goodbye to Dumbledore.

After leaving Old Deng's office.

Dylan returned to his dorm room.

He's been so busy lately.

Even though I turned down some elective courses, I still found it almost impossible to find time for research.

Dylan discovered that the books seemed to be endless.

Reading one point will lead to several other points.

If no further research is conducted.

It's impossible to fully grasp what you've read.

But if you go on to learn other knowledge...

He will then be exposed to even more unknown areas.

And so on and on.

This made Dylan feel that even though he had mastered so many max-level spells, he still felt that he was in a difficult situation.

However, the magical knowledge he needed to acquire became increasingly complex.

"It's still early today, let me first see if I can control the Boggart directly with magic."

Move the coal briquettes and Norberta aside.

squeak-

Dylan pushed open the wooden door.

We entered the cabin.

There was also a damp, musty smell in it.

It is obviously because it is located at the junction of forest and ocean.

This is due to the excessively humid climate.

Dylan waved his wand.

As the magic poured down, the air instantly became fresh.

He went straight to the corner of the cabin.

There was a box there, and inside was a Boggart.

Dylan's fingertips just touched the edge of the box.

On the table in the center of the wooden house, a wisp of black mist suddenly rose slowly from a diary.

Riddle's pale, translucent figure appeared beside the table, his gaze fixed intently on Dylan.

"How long are you going to keep me trapped here? With so many tricks up your sleeve, why don't you just kill me?"

Dylan looked at the guy and waved his hand impatiently: "I don't have time to study you lately, so stop getting in my way."

Riddle's eyelids twitched, and his brows furrowed deeply.

How could you—

Before Riddle could finish speaking...

Dylan pulled out the spell with a backhand.

A burst of holy light erupted.

The next moment, Riddle's scream rang out, almost tearing the stagnant air apart.

The shadowy figure instantly transformed into a wisp of black smoke, which then rolled back into the diary.

Dylan glanced at the other person.

He's been so busy lately that he hasn't had time to pay attention to Little Tom.

Moreover, he now basically uses all his gallons to expand the interior space of his suitcases.

This means he doesn't need to rely on Tom to complete the spell refinement quest.

Unexpectedly, I ignored the other party for a while.

This guy can even come out and question him like a wronged woman.

Why not just stay quietly in your diary for a few days?

They insisted on taking his Holy Light Death Spell.

Shaking his head, Dylan hugged the box and walked outside.

He placed the wooden box on an open space where a light lawn was growing.

"Moo?"

The coal briquette that was supposed to be pushed aside never actually left.

Instead, as soon as Dylan came out, she immediately jumped down from the tree and landed on Dylan's shoulder.

I stared at the box with curiosity.

—It's been sitting in the space all this time lately, and it's incredibly boring.

I've wanted Dylan to take it out to play several times.

But its owner has been ignoring it completely lately!

Now I don't even call it out to sleep at night.

It has no idea how long it has been since it last snuggled into its owner's bed to sleep!

"Alright, alright, go play with Nobeta, don't bother me for now."

Dylan pushed the coal ball.

Push it off your shoulder.

"Moo!"

Coalball stared at Dylan in disbelief.

This master has changed!

Does he not want to keep it anymore?
Lately, it has been spending all its time with Norbert, either eating, wandering around in the forest, or swimming in the sea.

These days are so boring!
Moreover, the goblins in the forest have been reduced to very few by this owner.

The basilisk, which could have been a bit of a prankster before, is now behaving very obediently.

It does exactly what Dylan tells it to do, without needing any supervision from him!

And that island in the sea.

The owner explicitly forbade it from going over there.

It is absolutely forbidden for it to tease those ugly, dark creatures.

—Moo!
Coal Ball is going crazy!
It drooped its tail and rubbed against Dylan's feet.

A few bits of grass clung to the fluffy black fur.

I walked dejectedly through the bushes and came to a crooked tree.

With its forehead pressed against the rough tree bark, Coal Ball sullenly turned its back to its owner.

Time passed little by little.

The coal ball's erect ears trembled slightly.

But all they could hear were soft whistling sounds as they cut through the air behind them.

"Moo..."

Aren't the owner going to comfort it?

Its owner used to care a lot about its feelings!

Finally, Coal Ball couldn't resist and quietly turned around.

They saw their owner waving a wooden stick.

Clusters of light shot out from the top of the stick, then enveloped the dark figure that had emerged from the wooden box.

"(ω) Moo~"

Coal Ball's legs went weak.

His entire body was slumped in the pile of dead leaves.

Its limp tail thumped weakly against the ground.

"Ouch?"

suddenly.

A warm breath swept across its back.

Nobeta, covered in scales, strolled up to the coal ball, tilted its large head, and then gently rubbed its head against the back of the coal ball's head.

"Moo..."

Dylan ignored the situation on Coal Ball's side.

—In fact, he didn't pay any attention at all.

At this point, Dylan released Boggart.

Magic continuously emanated from the tip of his wand.

The power that expelled the spirit enveloped the other party.

Boggart's form also changed according to Dylan's intentions.

The opponent sometimes transforms into a werewolf with fangs.

Sometimes it transforms into a raging inferno that burns all over.

Bogut is like a lump of clay.

Dylan freely kneaded and reshaped it.

"From another perspective, isn't a Boggart, a natural master of transformation, just a creature capable of freely using Animagus?"