Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 197 An unexpected encounter with a blonde girl in the Forbidden Forest? It's been a long time since I've felt choked up.
Dylan held the knife in his hand and then opened the system panel prompt.

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[Item]: Soul Dinner Knife
[Description]: You thought these were piranhas carved on? But look closer, don't they look more like miniature Dementors?

【Effect 1】: You can use this knife to cut souls. After each cut, the blade will absorb some of the dissipated soul energy and become more and more powerful.

【Effect 2】: After gathering enough soul energy, you can unleash a blade wind, forming a storm that cuts and affects souls.

【Effect 3】: You can use this knife to harm any spirit or non-spirit. When a creature with flesh and blood is harmed by this knife, not only will it be injured, but its soul will also be traumatized.

【Effect 4】: When you use this knife to cut ordinary food, it will give the food a unique "soul flavor".

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"Four effects..."

Dylan scanned them one by one.

The knife's various functions weren't particularly useful to him.

As for the so-called soul flavor...

Dylan suspects that some little ghosts might pop out and help him cut things when he's cutting food.

Or to put it more directly.

They would crawl out of the knife and be eaten directly by Dylan.

"Hmm, what is this, a little dessert for the soul? Or just food scraps left on the table?"

He curled his lips.

Dylan put the knife away.

Then they quickly arrived at Serquil's side.

The scent of decaying leaves and earth mingled with damp mist, drifting through the woods on this night that felt as if it had been soaked in ink.

Beneath the intertwined branches of an ancient oak tree, Dylan caught a glimpse of Serquil's outstretched black wings.

"Eh~"

Serquill saw Dylan and let out a soft neigh.

Dylan smiled and skillfully pulled some fresh venison and other raw meat from the bag.

"Now, eat."

Dylan threw the strips and chunks of meat in front of Serquill.

—It wasn't thrown directly on the ground, but rather the meat strips were controlled through the power of the Pikachu.

Without consuming any magic power, only a small amount of mental energy, control the meat strip to fly in mid-air.

"咴咴!"

Serquill's eyes lit up.

It immediately and deftly used its hooked beak to pick up the strips of meat one by one, and then swallowed them.

After finishing his meal, Serquil let out a satisfied groan.

At this moment.

In the surrounding shadows, the eyes of the other hippogriffs shone like eerie green phosphorescence in the darkness.

They were now some distance away from Dylan and Serquil, watching his every move warily.

Dylan looked at them.

He could also sense the wariness these guys were towards him.

Dylan thought for a moment, then gently waved his arm.

Several strips of meat flew through the air, slowly approaching the figures huddled in the shadows under the control of his mental power.

However, when these strips of meat flew by...

However, several winged creatures with the heads of eagles and the bodies of horses flapped their wings in the air, making a series of whooshing sounds, and then reared up on their front hooves and quickly retreated.

Dylan looked over.

At this moment, moonlight pierced through the gaps in the dense canopy, illuminating the taut, muscular eagle-headed, horse-bodied winged beasts.

Watching their manes stand on end, and some fallen leaves splashing under their raised forelegs.

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

So, I fed you guys for nothing last time?

The low growls of these winged, hippogriff-like creatures shook the vines around the forest.

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

They really are the type to refuse a toast only to suffer a penalty.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and black mist surged from his fingertips.

It lingers and coalesces continuously.

Ultimately, they coalesced behind him into a massive, seemingly overwhelming phantom.

Suddenly, a chill swept over them, carrying with it a sense of despair.

Centered on Dylan, the attack swept outwards in all directions.

The dark figure resembled a Dementor and was extremely large.

They are more oppressive and intimidating than ordinary Dementors.

The winged creatures with the heads of eagles and bodies of horses were all stunned, their manes standing on end, and they all let out sharp whistles.

However, Dylan had already set up a silencing spell around the area.

Any noise that happens here will not get out.

The group of hippogriffs trembled under the invisible pressure of the enormous Dementor phantom.

The wings that were once so majestic now drooped helplessly.

"thump"

When the first harpy-headed horseman could no longer support himself, he collapsed to the ground.

The screams of the other companions instantly turned into whimpers of fear.

Dylan snorted coldly.

A flick of the fingertip.

The strips of meat that had been flying around these winged hippogriffs took flight again and then landed with a thud in front of them.

Dylan removed the shadow.

—This is what he was doing when he used the Dementor's power, but he didn't absorb the souls and emotions of other creatures.

However, even using the power of the Dementors alone, it is still possible to create such a spectacle.

This can be considered a new discovery by Dylan, and an application of the Dementor's power.

"This ability is similar to the presence created by the Wand of Authority, except that the Wand of Authority won't make me look like a Dementor leader."

Dylan smacked his lips, watching the trembling beasts, their beaks tentatively pecking at the strips of meat in front of them, unsure whether to eat it or not.

He waved his hand again.

The strips of meat were stuffed into the mouths of these winged, hippogriff-headed beasts.

Watching them swallow all the meat strips, Dylan finally smiled with satisfaction.

"It would have been better to do this earlier. You forced me to take action, which made everyone unhappy."

At this moment, Serquill, who was next to Dylan, also collapsed to the ground.

—Dylan just unleashed his Dementor powers, and this is the closest one to him.

It naturally bears the most pressure...

Swallowed.

Serquill tried to stand up.

As soon as I got up, my legs gave way and I collapsed again.

I had just gotten up when my legs gave way and I collapsed again.

Finally, it simply lay down on the ground.

Dylan approached the other hippogriffs.

Looking at them, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

In fact, Dylan has now mastered the basic techniques for altering other people's memories.

—If he wants to take all these hippogriffs, Hagrid's memories will definitely need to be altered.

However, this curse is not yet perfect for Dylan.

Dylan was also afraid that if he used it directly on Hagrid, it would turn this already not-so-bright big guy into a fool like Lockhart.

"Let's study Lockhart some more; there's no rush."

—There was no one more suitable than Lockhart, who had caused himself to lose his memory, to be his experimental subject for studying how to modify and manipulate other people's memories.

Some time ago, he conducted various studies on Lockhart.

Lockhart discovered that spells related to memory could bring him far greater benefits than other spells and experiments.

I wonder if this guy is the so-called "Memory Saint Body".

He was lacking in other areas, but his Oblivion Curse was unparalleled.

The result is even more bizarre now.

Even after Dylan studied it, other spells became ineffective.

On the contrary, the experiments were related to memory.

It worked extremely well for Lockhart.

It works very well.

Whatever results he wants to achieve, he should experiment a few more times.

Lockhart was like a succubus on drugs, always managing to give him novel results. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

Dylan glanced at the hippogriffs in front of him.

Looking at them, trembling with fear.

They were initially arrogant and wary of him.

At this moment, everything has turned into fawning and fear.

"You eat whatever I feed you, do you understand?"

Swish swish!
A group of winged, hippogriff-headed beasts nodded their heads in unison.

"Good, you finally know what it means to be obedient, but there's no reward."

Dylan squinted and smiled at them: "I'll be back next time, but don't try to tell anyone I was here."

Dylan spoke in a gentle tone.

However, to the ears of these hippogriffs, it sounded like a demon crawling out of the abyss.

It's currently perched close to their ears, buzzing loudly.

They were so frightened that they nodded hurriedly again.

I gave them a good whack.

Dylan then looked at Serquill and walked over.

To his surprise, the guy also took a step back.

His originally sharp eyes also flickered slightly.

It looks like fear, but it seems different from simple fear.

Although Dylan and Norbert weren't always inseparable, they still saw each other and spent time together every day.

But after spending a long time with a dragon.

He was also familiar with the way these arrogant creatures looked at him.

"Are you considering me as an opponent?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

Serquill let out a low growl, and although it was still lying on the ground, it raised its head.

"interesting."

Dylan suddenly had the urge to throw the hippogriff into his own space.

When it saw a group of Dementors, including basilisks and dragons, all of them were under its command.

Will this guy still be as arrogant as he is now?

As he was thinking, Dylan glanced at its limp limbs lying on the ground.

"Neigh! Neigh!"

Serquill saw Dylan looking at its legs, even though the hippogriff's face was covered in fur.

But Dylan still sensed a hint of embarrassment in the face of the hippogriff.

"Alright, I have other things to do. Go and join your people."

Take back your thoughts.

Dylan waved his hand.

I glanced around again.

There was no sign of Buckbeek either.

However, he couldn't tell the difference between all these hippogriffs.

Perhaps Buckbeck is here too.

“Cerquel is easier to recognize, all in black.”

Dylan waved to Serquil and, with the help of Peeves, lifted it up from the ground.

Then turned and left.

He was also thinking about seeing if he could find out where the unicorn was.

I'd also like some blood and hair.

Add some more powder.

Unfortunately, he circled around several times but still couldn't spot the other person.

Instead, they encountered several more eight-eyed giant spiders.

Dylan casually extracted the souls of some of the eight-eyed giant spiders that couldn't escape in time or tried to rush at him.

Then throw it into your own world.

To him, the eight-eyed giant spider without a soul was no different from a moving venom reservoir.

Feed them a little something every day, just enough to keep them from starving.

However, he was able to continuously harvest the venom of the eight-eyed giant spiders, as well as the materials from their bodies.

—Although a self-aware giant spider can also achieve this effect.

However, a conscious eight-eyed giant spider will inevitably clash with other creatures.

Just look at the Forbidden Forest to see why there are so many giant spiders.

These creatures have virtually no natural enemies in the forest.

A weak creature cannot fight against the eight-eyed giant spider.

Even a powerful lone creature cannot withstand the swarm tactics of a massive group of eight-eyed giant spiders.

And a group of powerful creatures
They usually don't travel together.

Dylan doesn't want his world to become a spider's domain.

At the very least, if they want to introduce a large number of eight-eyed giant spiders as native inhabitants, they will have to wait until he upgrades the entire world again and expands it to a certain extent.

If his space truly becomes a world.

Even if an entire forest were cleared out as territory for these spiders, it would be more than enough and wouldn't have any impact.

"Forget it, let's go back if we can't find it."

Dylan sighed.

The night is deep.

Although this place wasn't exactly deep within the forbidden forest, the mist still resembled crumpled gray gauze, drifting over some ferns.

Dylan kicked a mushroom away, turned around, and suddenly noticed a slender figure standing in the shadows behind him.

The figure was rather thin, wearing a Ravenclaw blue robe that looked slightly worn, with some dirt still clinging to the hem.

Dylan was stunned.

Instinctively, he wanted to raise his wand.

However, he soon realized that the girl was also a student.

Therefore, we met here in the middle of the night.
It seems that no one needs to criticize or guard against anyone else.

After all, everyone has broken the rules.

However, what Dylan was more curious about was...

When did this girl appear here?
Or did they just happen to bump into each other?

But he hadn't even really sensed the girl's presence!
Looking at the other person's light golden hair, which was casually draped over their shoulders, it shimmered softly in the moonlight.

The girl had a somewhat thin face, fair skin, and a pair of striking, pale silver eyes.

She looked back at him calmly, her expression seemingly unsurprised.

"hello."

Uh?
Dylan was taken aback again.

The girl's voice was beautiful, like a gentle breeze drifting through the forest.

—Like a ghost.

"Hello?" Dylan looked at the other person.

"Are you looking for something too?" the girl asked.

Well? ?

Dylan experienced it for himself.

This girl must be human.

Instead of anything else.

For example, ghosts.

"I just went to see Hagrid's hippogriffs."

The girl was somewhat surprised: "Oh? You stayed up all night and sneaked out just to see them? A bunch of wild animals that you can see in the daytime?"

Dylan's face darkened.

He rarely felt this choked up anymore.

"I have classes all day, and you come to the Forbidden Forest during the day? Without Hagrid's guidance? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

His words made the blonde girl pause, but they didn't elicit any negative reaction; instead, she nodded.

"You have a point."

Dylan: “.”

So?

Sister, what exactly are you trying to do?

(End of this chapter)