Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 193: Controlling the Three Extraordinary Beings! Obtaining a Max-Level Spell Again!

Dylan was also hesitant to use a deadly curse like the Killing Curse directly on Boggart.

To avoid simply cutting it off.

However, this did not prevent him from casting other spells on Boggart.

A beam of holy light descended.

Boggart's shapeshifting ability even weakened when facing Dylan.

at the same time.

A system notification suddenly sounded.

Dylan looked up.

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[Achievement]: Controlling Non-Existence

[Description]: Congratulations on successfully taming the three great chaotic workers of the magic world.

Dementors – a group that brings its own workplace cooling system, specializing in curing all kinds of rebellious and depressive atmospheres.

Boggart – Transforms into your ex-girlfriend's cockroach form, a master of psychological manipulation!

Peeves—a seasoned veteran of Hogwarts, adept at using chalk to precisely strike the headmaster!
From now on, you will gain a non-existent reverse CPU achievement! Others' fears are your KPIs, and other people's happiness is your year-end bonus!
[Requirement for activation]: Torture the three non-existent entities.

[Achievement Reward]: Max Level Spell - Xixiorwawa (Hehehe)!
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"Uh?"

Dylan was slightly taken aback.

This is yet another achievement that has suddenly been unlocked.

Moreover, unlike the previous upgrades to various attributes and talents, this time they created a max-level spell for him.

But looking at the name...

Hehe, or not?
Dylan looked at the incantation.

xixiorwawa?

It doesn't seem very serious.

Why don't you do a little xixiandwuwu?

Dylan couldn't help but feel curious, so he extracted the achievement reward.

at this time.

Dylan suddenly appeared in a deserted and silent square.

The surroundings became blurry.

The next moment, amidst a flash of light and shadow, a group of people appeared beside him without warning.

Dylan drew his wand and then raised it.

He swung his arm forcefully.

“Xixiorwawa!”

Dylan shouted uncontrollably.

at the same time.

A beam of light shone from the tip of his wand.

The curse carries a mysterious magic.

Those struck by the spell all shuddered violently.

His fierce expression and the movement that was about to attack him suddenly stopped.

Instead, there were distorted yet comical faces.

"Hee hee hee!"

"Wow wow wow!"

Dylan watched as these people laughed heartily, bending over backwards.

The laughter was sharp and piercing.

A moment later, she suddenly stopped laughing and burst into tears, burying her face in her hands.

Tears streamed down their faces like a burst dam.

But the next moment, they'll burst into laughter while crying.

Emotions shift between laughter and tears.

It looks like he has a severe case of schizophrenia.

Dylan's mouth twitched.

At the same time, the illusion shattered, and knowledge about the spell flooded into his mind in an instant.

[Message]: Congratulations on obtaining the max-level spell - xixiorwawa (hehe, not hehe)!
Dylan closed his eyes slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Isn't there a more dignified way to say this incantation?"

He smacked his lips.

Dylan temporarily put the incantation out of his mind.

"The effect of this spell is somewhat similar to a wide grin."

—Especially the name.

They were all surprisingly unconventional.

A wide grin spread across his face.

One hehe or not hehe...

One that can make people laugh hysterically.

One can make people laugh hysterically and cry uncontrollably at the same time.

"There's really no one like it."

Dylan compared the two curses.

Thanks to these two spells, he mastered them both to the maximum level.

Therefore, some similarities and differences were clearly found.

The magic required to make a wide grin is relatively low, and the frequency is relatively stable.

It primarily affects the target's emotional center through relatively gentle energy fluctuations.

However, whether it's "hehe" or "not hehe," requires even more powerful and complex energy fluctuations.

Especially when casting it, one must control the magic power more precisely, releasing it at different frequencies at different stages.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to induce the target to laugh at the same time as to induce crying.

Compared to grinning and shouting, the energy pathway of giggling and not giggling is more complex.

It not only affects the target's emotional center, but also penetrates into multiple areas of the brain, interfering with the normal secretion and transmission of neurotransmitters.

"Magic is idealistic, but the effects are realistic."

Dylan stroked his chin, realizing that the spell was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Sense carefully.

Dylan discovered it.

It looks like a silly grin, but it's actually an upgraded version of a wide grin.

In reality, what matters more than the ability to perceive the target's emotions is the ability to laugh or laugh.

"But... if you've already manipulated the other person to laugh and cry, what's the point of sensing their emotions? Isn't that just having their emotions completely under your control?"

He can make someone cry if he wants to, and make them laugh if he wants to.

Therefore, simply sensing the other person's emotions doesn't seem to be very effective.

"Also, I didn't expect that when Mischief tried to trick me last time, I managed to fight back time and time again. Does that mean I tortured it?"

If he hadn't messed with Pikachu earlier...

This achievement may not necessarily be able to be lit up.

"In that case... if I make the three non-beings submit to me, will it unlock another achievement?"

Thinking of this, Dylan's eyes lit up.

This grasping or manipulating doesn't exist; it's merely grasping or manipulating.

However, it was a little torturous.

This does not mean that the three non-existent entities have truly submitted.

So you can achieve something just by tormenting them.

Dylan felt that if he could make all three non-beings submit to him, the possibility of unlocking new achievements would be extremely high!
And look at the max-level spell they've given us this time.

If we unlock a higher-level achievement, the rewards should be quite different, right?
Dylan kept touching his jaw.

He hasn't received any useful rewards from the achievement system for a while.

It's either Galleon or Silver Sickle.

Or perhaps some attribute points and talents.

None of them were any decent rewards.

"Boggart has studied it enough, and I can't possibly dissect it alive."

Wisps of blue smoke were still rising from Dylan's wand.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Boggart, who was cowering in front of him.

I felt the gaze of this terrifying human.

The pitch-black, gelatinous monster was emitting black smoke and trembling violently.

It was meant to transform into the shapeshifter of others' deepest fears.

At this moment, however, it is in a state of panic, constantly twisting and reforming.

—First, it transforms into a fluffy Persian cat.

With its big, watery eyes wide open, it meowed incessantly, cautiously looking up at Dylan.

Seeing that Dylan did not react, it then turned into a golden chocolate frog.

It bounced around, spitting out sugar-coated greeting cards. Dylan remained silently staring at it.

—Even though it's a chocolate frog, you can see the grievance and fear on its face.

The chocolate frog then transformed into a plush toy wearing a comical clown hat, dramatically waving its limbs and performing a spinning dance.

She was doing everything she could to please Dylan.

Dylan interrupted, "That's enough."

The plush toy stumbled and knelt on the ground.

With his hands supporting him on the ground, he tilted his velvet head back, his button eyes looking pitifully at Dylan.

Dylan rolled his eyes.

"Don't try to play the victim here. I'm going to ask you a question now. If you can answer it correctly, I'll let you off this time."

Upon hearing this, the button eyes on the plush doll even lit up like human eyes.

It quickly got up from the ground, tilted its head, stretched its neck, and stared straight at Dylan.

Dylan chuckled.

Tell me, are you willing to submit to me?

The moment he spoke, Dylan had already calmly raised the wand in his hand.

At the tip of the wand, dangerous beams of holy light danced.

The plush toy's face froze.

Dylan even saw a cracking sensation in its expression.

After a moment of stiffness, the plush toy seemed about to shake its head.

"Shh!"

The blinding golden light at the tip of Dylan's wand, carrying the force of thunder, shot out instantly.

It crashed onto the ground to the left of the plush toy with a loud thud.

"Oh!"

dusty.

The ground looked like thin ice shattered by a giant hammer.

In an instant, a charred crater was blasted out.

The scorching heatwave sent debris flying everywhere.

A few pieces also hit the plush toy.

The head that had been trying to shake its head suddenly froze, and the button-shaped eyes almost popped out.

Immediately afterwards, its head suddenly tilted back in a semi-circle.

Then he nodded emphatically.

"now it's right."

Dylan put away his wand, a smile playing on his lips.

"If I say I'll let you go, then you'll let me go. Now go play somewhere else."

—Of course, only this time.

Dylan's figure quickly disappeared into the open space.

Although he cannot Apparition yet, his body still twists and turns like mist before instantly becoming a blur.

His figure suddenly swept across the ground.

It streaked along the shimmering sea like a shooting star.

Dark as ink.

Waves surged.

But she couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Only a wave-like trail of water remained.

Dylan soon arrived at a deserted island and landed silently on the jagged rocks.

The sea breeze billowed his long black robe, blending into the howling wind on the island.

The sea breeze, salty and carrying a musty smell, lingered over the deserted island.

The seven Dementors, like wandering black-robed phantoms, roamed freely, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

From beneath their black hoods came chilling hisses, and their withered claws scratched at the air from time to time.

They flew around freely, looking quite carefree.

at this time.

The Dementor closest to the reef had just turned around when it saw the figure on the reef.

Its body suddenly froze.

The already ethereal "face" beneath the hood seemed to tremble slightly.

His previously hunched body straightened instantly, and he stood at attention on the spot.

The other six Dementors sensed something was wrong and slowly turned their bodies, their hoods revealing holes that looked towards the reef.

When they saw the figure clearly, their previously leisurely movements suddenly stopped.

Seeing their first companion already standing at attention, the six Dementors hurriedly flew over like startled crows, quickly gathering behind the first Dementor and forming a haphazard line.

Seeing this, Dylan smiled slightly.

Then, his figure suddenly enveloped in thick black mist, his entire body shrouded in the mist as he swept across the beach.

In the blink of an eye, it had already come to a steady stop in front of the seven Dementors.

It is clearly a terrifying creature that should devour the happiness of others.

At this moment, they looked like a few green recruits.

Standing in front of Dylan, he dared not move.

The other party is just a human being.

But they felt an invisible pressure, like the tides crashing against the reefs around the island, enveloping them.

"Don't be scared, how could I be as scary as you guys?"

Dylan smiled and looked at A through G.

The seven Dementors lowered their heads, their empty hoods staring at each other.

Then he quickly lowered his head and dared not utter a sound.

—They couldn't make a sound either.

"I'm not here to study you, but there's one question I need to clarify with you."

Dylan's voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it made the seven Dementors tremble again.

Dylan looked at their cowardly appearance and immediately showed a hint of displeasure.

"I've already said, I'm not here to torture you this time, but if you give me that look again, as if I'm robbing innocent women, I'll eat you alive!"

Dylan finished speaking.

These seven Dementors seemed to be on a high.

He raised his head instantly.

It was clearly an empty face.

You could actually see a forced, strained smile on his lips.

Dylan was very satisfied with the performance of the seven Dementors and nodded.

"Now, let's start by giving a number."

Dylan looked at them, arms crossed, casually surveying the seven Dementors that stood stiff as wooden stakes, and gave commands.

"Starting with little A, each person will do a backflip."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, and the only sound was the echo of the waves crashing on the shore.

The seven Dementors' ethereal "faces" beneath their hoods seemed to be in a daze, their bone claws twitching unconsciously.

"Hmm? You don't want to?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes, a deep sound escaping his throat, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Dementor A was the first to tremble, and a cracking sound like dislocated joints came from under its black robe.

It awkwardly leaned back, its body swelling violently, its black robe billowing towards the sky like a burst balloon.

The invisible body inside Little A twisted into a spiral, pulling the entire black robe and drawing a stunning arc in the air.

Upon landing, the black fabric fell to the ground, followed by a series of ripped sounds that seemed like a roar or a count being made, emerging from deep within the hood.

"one".

Seeing their companions trained like obedient dogs.

The remaining Dementors remained silent.

Then, Little B's black robe suddenly lifted off the ground, with boiling black asphalt gushing from its edges, twisting and turning in the air.

Little C's movements were noticeably slow, but the moment Dylan raised his wand slightly, his black robe was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and spun wildly, performing a backflip.

The remaining Dementors rolled on the sand one after another, and a putrid black mist rose up with their movements, accompanied by the hoarse sound of numbers.

As Little G's black robe crashed to the ground, a final "seven" escaped from the hood.

Dylan finally smiled.

“Very good, everyone is very obedient. Now tell me, are you willing to submit to me, or…”

Dylan's gaze held a faint smile, but it was devoid of any warmth.

The seven Dementors have already been played like dogs.

They have absolutely no intention of not submitting.

Upon hearing this, he immediately nodded repeatedly at Dylan.

"good."

Dylan showed a satisfied expression.

So now, only the last one remains...

(End of this chapter)