Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 202 Hufflepuff's Secret Oven, an Alchemical Creature?

Carrying Banban.

Take it directly into your own space.

Blister squealed loudly in Dylan's hands.

Dylan, however, led it directly to a deserted island teeming with Dementors.

Although it was afternoon, the sunlight on this isolated island was pale and weak.

The seawater, beneath the grey-blue sky above the isolated island, shimmered with a calm, silvery light.

Dylan gripped the fur on the back of Spot's neck with three fingers, ignoring its struggles.

After they arrived on the deserted island.

The mouse seemed to have sensed something.

His whole body began to tremble with unease.

At the same time, it sensed the arrival of its master.

In the distance, through the smog, a Dementor, a grey shadow dragging a tattered cloak, wandered in.

Banban stared at those creatures, its struggling and trembling body suddenly freezing, its round eyes reflecting the monsters that were gradually approaching it.

"squeak--!!!"

The next moment, it couldn't help but let out a sharp cracking sound.

How could this be?
how so? !

Where exactly did this brat take him?

How can there be so many Dementors here?!

Run, you idiot!

Peter Pettigrew cried out in his mind.

However, Dylan stood still, completely motionless.

It was as if he were blind and couldn't see those terrifying monsters at all.

"What an idiot! How am I supposed to get out of here if he dies?!"

Peter Pettigrew cursed inwardly, but dared not move, fearing that if he acted too much like a human, he would be noticed by the Dementors.

"Don't panic, don't panic... I'm just a mouse, the Dementors won't come to suck my brains..."

Peter Pettigrew trembled slightly, but dared not make any more large movements.

It even tucked its head in, trying to be an ostrich.

The seven Dementors charged down at full speed.

They dare not be negligent in the slightest.

Soon, a small team of people in black robes lined up on the beach.

The children, numbered from a to g, lined up in a horizontal row in front of Dylan.

The sea breeze swept across my face, carrying a chilly and salty smell.

The first one in line, A, bent down and pressed his hollow cheek against hers.

The rat in Dylan's hand had its fur standing on end.

Just as he was cursing Dylan, that idiot, to have his soul eaten by the Dementors.

He had been feigning death, but he discovered that the Dementor had completely ignored Dylan, a living person!

Instead, she moved right up to him!
A bone-chilling cold spread wildly through his body!
"squeak!"

Banban cried out in alarm, but stopped abruptly as the Dementor closed in.

"A little is enough, don't eat too much."

Dylan gave Little A some instructions.

Little A nodded repeatedly, but after sucking for a long time, it seemed that there was nothing to eat at all.

—And the remaining memories are hard to swallow.

But it didn't dare explain the situation to its owner, who would suddenly transform into a monster covered in eyes and scare them at any moment.

He had no choice but to awkwardly force the emotions of this dead rat into his mouth.

—As expected of a beast, it tastes worse than a human.

After the seven Dementors were fed a little food in turn.

Dylan then removed the unconscious rat from the mouths of the Dementors.

"Alright, go soak in the stagnant water."

Dylan waved.

The Dementors, as if granted a pardon, scattered in all directions.

Dylan flashed away from the briefcase.

Banban went limp in his palm.

Dylan chuckled.

"Obliviate!"

The wand swung.

The freckled beard trembled as he fainted.

He simply made the other person forget the memories of being in his world.

Then, Dylan casually tossed Scabbers onto Ron's bedside table.

Then, a spell was used to restrain it, to prevent it from running away.

Then, Dylan didn't enter the space again. Instead, he threw some food into it for his pets, then sat down in a chair in his dorm room and began to read a book.

Until dinner time.

He then carried Banban to the cafeteria.

Just then, Ron and Harry returned from the library.

It seems they've already finished referencing the assignment.

After wiping the last bit of creamy seafood porridge off the plate with a knife.

Dylan lifted his napkin, wiped his mouth, and then took out a small dessert.

Suddenly, Ron next to him nudged him with a wink.

"Hey Dylan, over there!"

Ron finished speaking.

Dylan also looked up and in the direction he was pointing.

At that moment, Luna walked over from the long table on the Ravenclaw side, her long, platinum-gold hair swaying like seaweed.

This time, instead of a carrot, she had a small specimen of some kind of insect hanging from her ear.

"Your bread roll looks like it's winking at me."

Luna walked over to Dylan, looked at the butter roll in his hand, and smiled slightly.

"Does it want to become a raven to see the willow catkins bloom?"

Ron looked puzzled.

He glanced at the bread roll in Dylan's hand, then at the "crazy girl" that others had described.

Somewhat puzzled.

What's the connection between bread rolls and ravens?
Sure enough, this girl really is a bit crazy...

What he said was completely incomprehensible.

At the same time, Hermione, who was sitting opposite, also glanced over.

Then he raised his head and glanced sideways at Ron.

Ron gave an awkward smile.

What he didn't expect was.

Dylan stuffed the bread roll into his mouth, then, with his cheeks puffed out, actually replied to Luna's words.

"More than flying bread, I'd like to know if the secret oven in Hufflepuff's cellar that you mentioned really exists."

Luna watched Dylan's chubby lips as he chewed, and found it strangely adorable.

She paused slightly, then said seriously, "Of course, I saw it last time."

"The secret oven?" Ron was taken aback again. "What's that?"

Harry blinked too.

Luna replied, "It's a very magical oven. Last time I used it to bake a rock crust cake with feathers on it. It can even fly, but it can't fly very far."

"Because the rock cake is too heavy?"

Luna nodded: "Yes."

Ron raised an eyebrow and glared at him: "You can bake rock cakes? Are they really that good?"

After thinking it over carefully, Luna replied, "I think it's pretty good. Actually, just don't overbake it; the rock crust is still quite crispy."

Ron was taken aback: "Crispy?"

"Especially the wings baked in the secret oven are very crispy and delicious."

Hermione frowned and asked, "What secret oven does Hufflepuff have?"

Luna blinked and looked at her.

"This oven can move and even turn invisible. I think it might be some kind of magical artifact, so I call it the Secret Oven."

Hermione looked incredulous.

Dylan remarked, "Hufflepuff actually has quite a few strange magical kitchen utensils. I think that might be one of Hufflepuff's treasures."

Hermione looked at Dylan.

That expression clearly said—Are you serious??

The latter nodded to her.

"There's no doubt about that, because it was Old... Headmaster Dumbledore who told me. I mentioned it to Luna last time, and I didn't expect it to actually be true, and that she even found out."

Dylan turned his head and looked at Luna again.

"Speaking of which, how did you see it?" Luna replied calmly, "I just... walked over to it."

Dylan blinked his eyelashes: "And then you saw it?"

Luna nodded: "Yes."

Ron watched the two people exchanging questions and answers, his gaze shifting back and forth.

"These two... really have great chemistry."

Luna said, "The other students at Hufflepuff were quite surprised when they saw the oven again."

"However, I heard from them that there are indeed rumors circulating in Hufflepuff about the existence of some magical kitchen utensils in their academy."

Dylan wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

As expected of a girl with exceptionally high spiritual talent.

Dylan smacked his lips.

He also went to Hufflepuff's kitchen a few times with Luna.

But they didn't encounter any magical cooking utensils.

Unexpectedly, Luna herself encountered it.

"Perhaps the other people in Hufflepuff have seen the oven, but no one paid any attention to it before."

"Maybe."

Luna tilted her head, her platinum blonde hair swaying over her shoulder with the movement, the insect earring on her ear swaying gently, and a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Do you want to come with me to take a look? I think that secret oven should still be there."

"Of course, I'd love to."

Dylan took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and then stood up.

"Everyone, I'll be going now."

Neville was the first to nod.

Ron added, "Go ahead, and remember to bring some of the baked food back with you."

— Dylan brought him a cookie last time, and it was actually quite delicious.

Harry nodded as well.

Hermione stood alone across the table, pursed her lips, and let out a soft snort.

"Instead of spending time doing these things, you'd be better off reading more books."

Dylan had already walked away with Luna.

Ron turned to look at Hermione and muttered something under his breath.

"Why does it feel like... someone isn't too happy to see Dylan taking a break?"

Hermione glared at him: "Hurry up and eat your food."

"cut."

Ron forked a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and spoke even softer.

"They won't even let people speak the truth."

Hermione's eyes widened.

Harry chuckled dryly and interrupted, "Let's finish eating quickly."

"Hmph!" Hermione turned her head away.

"Tch." Ron said with his nostrils flared.

……

at the same time.

Dylan and Luna turned into the east side of Hufflepuff's kitchen.

"Is it here?"

Luna nodded: "I saw it was still here today. I was originally going to check if there were any special creatures in Hufflepuff's cellar, but I ended up running into this oven again."

"I think not many people will discover it."

In the shadows, an unassuming oven sat quietly on the table.

Dylan looked it over.

He paced around the table slightly.

The aura of alchemical magic.

Is this really something unique to Hufflepuff?
"However, I remember that Hufflepuff's alchemy skills weren't very good, were they?"

Dylan rubbed his chin.

Could this oven be an alchemical artifact from the Hufflepuff era?

"Hmm, alchemy is also intricately connected with earth element, and Hufflepuff is particularly skilled in food-related spells, so perhaps these alchemical creations are not just simple alchemical techniques."

And it reached the Hufflepuff level.

Even if one's mastery of alchemy is not exceptional, one should at least be able to do it.

"Can this oven change the things you bake?"

Dylan asked Luna.

This girl was just saying at the restaurant that she was going to bake a rock-skin cake, but the result was a cake with wings.

This made Dylan a little suspicious of the function of this secret oven.

Could it be that this oven randomly adds some ingredients to the food it bakes?
"That seems to be the case—at least I didn't manage to mold that rock crust into a pair of wings."

Dylan nodded, looking thoughtfully at the oven.

"It seems that Hogwarts still has many good things that I haven't discovered yet."

—I really want to take them all into my space.

Otherwise, we might as well just move the entire Hogwarts.

When the time comes, anyone who wants to attend school can simply come to his space to study.

In this way, the school board will not have to worry about the students' tuition fees.

The poorer students get their tuition waived, the richer students...

Like Malfoy.

Let's start with 100,000 Galleons a year.

"What would you like to do today?" Luna asked.

Dylan snapped out of his daze, looked at the blonde girl beside him, and smiled slightly.

"How about cookies? They're convenient and delicious."

Luna nodded and tiptoed to reach for the flour sack on the wooden shelf next to her.

Platinum strands of hair fell down and swayed.

"Tie your apron on first."

Dylan walked to the kitchen door and returned with two aprons in his hands.

Seeing that Luna had already taken the flour sack off the shelf, he put the other one aside for now.

Wrap the apron around Luna's shoulders.

The fabric brushed against the little girl's nose.

Luna couldn't help but sneeze softly.

"Feel sorry."

Dylan blinked and helped Luna tie her apron.

"It's nothing, thank you." Luna smiled.

Facing Luna, Dylan felt a rare sense of connection; he wasn't facing someone his own age, but someone truly his own.

Although Luna's way of speaking sometimes seems strange, Dylan can keep up with her thinking.

Similarly, so is he.

Like him, Luna didn't care much about studying or so-called honors.

On the contrary, regarding their own goals.

The other party, however, had a clear understanding.

This gave Dylan the feeling that he had found a truly good partner.

"You're welcome."

Dylan crossed the two straps and tied them together around Luna's waist.

This girl has a very slim waist.

When Dylan tied the last knot, his wrist accidentally touched Luna's hair.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"itch."

Dylan paused, almost knocking the knot off course.

"Sorry sorry."

Then, Dylan and Luna started kneading the flour together.

—Of course, it wasn't made by hand.

Instead, they used magic spells.

Therefore, the process of making cookies is quick.

However, in the final step, Dylan did not use magic to shape the cookies directly.

He wanted to take this opportunity to study the oven's performance.

I also want to see how it works.

Regardless of whether the oven was made by Hufflepuff or someone else.

Essentially, it's just an alchemical creation.

Dylan just wanted to know whether the oven was a simple alchemical creation or an alchemical creation imbued with a cooking spell.

(End of this chapter)