Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 203 An oven that can boost mental power? Truly a treasure trove?

"Then I'll put it in."

Wearing gloves, Luna picked up the baking tray and placed the cookies they had made into the oven.

Dylan nodded, observing Luna's movements from the side.

This oven appears to be just an ordinary oven.

—At least that's how it appears.

Luna crouched down and placed the baking tray into the oven.

The oven doesn't have many functions, and it's a rather old-fashioned model.

"Speaking of which, did ovens exist in Hufflepuff's time?"

Dylan was unaware of this, as the books he usually read didn't cover this topic.

Luna turned the knob.

As she turned the oven to its second rotation, a faint sound of gears turning could be heard coming from inside.

"That's good."

Luna stood up again and stepped back to Dylan's side.

“We won’t have to wait too long. Last time I baked a cake, this oven seemed to have magic powers; it was able to cook food very quickly.”

Dylan nodded without saying anything, instead staring at the inside of the oven.

At this point, the oven starts operating.

Dylan could clearly feel strands of runic light spreading along some of the patterns on the furnace body.

Those patterns represent the alchemical skill involved in making this oven.

Soon, the runic light gathered at the top of the oven into a dancing flame that enveloped the baking pan.

However, the flames did not directly contact the baking pan, but instead surrounded it, baking the cookie dough with heat and magic.

"This kind of fire..."

Dylan possesses both the Fiery Blaze and the Ancient Flame of the Ancient Blaze.

He has a lot of knowledge about fire, but he has never seen this kind of fire.

However, Dylan felt that the flames were somewhat familiar.

— Familiarity with strength.

"Cooking fire?"

Dylan blinked.

He suddenly realized that the flames in the oven seemed to be connected to the cooking spells he possessed.

This naturally led Dylan to think that this kind of flame seemed to be specifically designed for cooking.

Dylan immediately became interested.

"Combining magic with fire?"

This is actually quite similar to the ancient celestial fire.

After all, the Ancient Flame is both a flame and a spell.

Therefore, this cooking fire must have been generated by some kind of incantation or rune.

"If cooking can be combined with fire... then wouldn't all other spells be able to be applied to a single object in the same way?"

If you think about it carefully, isn't this just like alchemical array patterns?

The power of the spell is inscribed in the array patterns.

Then it will unleash its magical effect.

"So... the flames are actually an array?"

This analogy made Dylan understand many things in an instant.

He thought of the jade pieces he had previously made for the Weasley twins.

And the life-saving outfits he had previously made for his parents.

—Isn't that also an application of spells and runes?
"Actually, if you think about it carefully, the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire was also born in the same way."

With magic as the foundation and magical power as the thread, the formation of flames is also the formation of array patterns!

Just then, Luna suddenly pointed at the oven and said, "Look, they're changing."

Dylan snapped out of his daze and looked again.

Through the rectangular observation window.

Dylan noticed that bubbles were starting to appear on the surface of the cookies he and Luna had made.

The cookie in the upper left corner has a smooth surface covered with pearl-like white particles, which then quickly coalesce into a net-like pattern under the heat of the flame.

Almost instantly, a translucent crystalline structure formed—it looked a bit like frozen honey bubbles.

On the right side, a piece of biscuit inexplicably oozed a pale purple liquid, which twisted into mushroom-shaped bumps on the biscuit.

Dylan even observed that these sap deposits resembled real mushrooms, with fluorescent dots constantly oozing from between the gills.

It feels like fungi releasing spores.

Dylan stared at the changes in the cookies.

The row of cookies in the middle.

There are several cracks and fissures.

Silvery downy hairs, like threads, emerged from the cracks.

These fluffy textures don't look unpleasant at all; on the contrary, they seem quite appetizing, like they've been sprinkled with icing sugar.

"Are they all different?"

Dylan blinked, rested his chin on his hand, and stared at the Hufflepuff's Secret Oven.

It seems that the oven may not only have the flames playing a role.

Or perhaps those flames had other functions that he hadn't yet discovered.

"It is no easy task to combine multiple spells into a single alchemical creation."

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Not to mention, it's done using such strange methods.

"That's strange. I didn't sense any Transfiguration Charm power, so why are these cookies undergoing such a bizarre transformation?"

Dylan was itching to try it.

He now really wants to take this oven back to his own world.

If the flames could be extracted directly from it.

Make a few more adjustments.

Perhaps it will be possible to create a culinary flame that can cook food without even needing physical ingredients.

"Isn't this just like creating your own house-elf?"

Dylan's excitement grew as he recalled the experiments he had been conducting.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a broken Hufflepuff oven.

It's amazing that it can bring him so many new ideas!

He couldn't even imagine how many surprises awaited him at Hogwarts!
"Gryffindor only left behind a broken sword? There should be other legacies, right? And Slytherin, all they left behind was a rotten snake? Impossible, impossible..."

Dylan kept thinking to himself.

Luna watched the oven quietly, waiting for the cookies to finish baking.

For a moment, both of them fell silent.

However, no one felt embarrassed.

Time passes bit by bit.

The two sat on a bench opposite the oven.

Luna counted the slight humming of the oven as it worked, occasionally reaching out to brush a strand of hair that hung in front of her.

—There was still some flour stuck to the ends of her hair.

A faint, sweet aroma wafted in the air, mingling with the heat emanating from the oven.

This made the corner where they were located seem exceptionally quiet.

Neither of them spoke.

Dylan gradually regained his composure, listening to his own breathing.

Suddenly, I noticed that Luna's shoulders were swaying gently, as if moving to a rhythm that only she could hear.

The glow from the oven cast a halo on her cheeks, projecting the shadows of her eyelashes onto her snow-white face, which trembled gently in the firelight.

Just as Luna said, the oven had magic, so the cookies were baked very quickly.

"Ding"

The oven emitted a soft hiss.

Luna slowly reached out and grasped the handle of the furnace door.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at Dylan.

The warm yellow light spilled out from the oven's gaps, outlining Luna's soft jawline.

Her pale golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight.

There was still some flour stuck in her hair that she hadn't brushed off, and when the firelight shone on it, it looked like she was being sprinkled with fine moonlight.

Luna's eyes curved slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. At this moment, she was bathed in soft light, exuding an indescribable sense of clarity.

Dylan stared blankly at it.

—This girl looks so much like an angel?
Is this the beauty of backlighting?
Looks like I'll have to take photos like this next time.

Dylan unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together.

Luna turned her head to the side, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight like two small clusters of melting amber, and the faint freckles on her nose were clearly visible in the light.

Far from affecting Luna's appearance, it actually added a sense of cleanliness and purity.

At that moment, Dylan felt that the other person was like a painting being kneaded into the warm light of an oven.

It carries a lightness that seems otherworldly.

It's not that it's stunningly beautiful, it just feels tacky to look at.

Like the first cluster of tender buds sprouting on branches when the snow melts in early spring.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly what's so special about it, yet it inexplicably touches the heart.

"What are you looking at?" Luna tilted her head, her voice drifting over softly.

Dylan shuddered, blinked, and then shook his head: "No, I just think you're very good-looking."

Luna: ('-'*)
Am I... good-looking?

Dylan nodded seriously: "Yes."

"You are beautiful."

Dylan pointed at Luna and gave her a thumbs up.

A moment later, Luna pursed her lips, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"Thank you. You're the first person to praise me like this, besides my family."

"You're welcome. I'm just stating a fact."

Dylan gave a dry reply.

Normally eloquent, he seemed unable to utter a word at this moment.

"The cookies are baked."

Luna's voice was as soft as a feather.

She opened the oven door.

Instantly, a wave of hot steam carrying the aroma of caramel wafted over.

Luna's gaze swept over the various shapes of the cookies on the baking tray. She reached up and tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the heat, and a faint blush appeared on the tips of her ears.

Which piece would you like to try first?

Dylan also realized that he had been staring at people for too long.

It's an absolute sin.

Dylan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he coughed softly, "Anything is fine."

He waved his wand and took the baking tray out of the oven.

To avoid burning Luna.

It was placed on the table behind me.

Luna left the oven ajar to let out some steam and turned around to come over.

Sitting down next to Dylan again, Luna poked at a cookie with its edges crisp and the surface covered with a few round bits of bits.

"It looks like peas have grown on a cookie."

Dylan turned his head, his eyes glancing unconsciously at Luna.

The other person's hair fell down, covering half of one eye.

Dylan suddenly noticed that her expression had a strangely earnest cuteness to it; she was as focused as a rare beetle.

"Yes, let's try this one first."

Dylan picked up the cookie and took a bite.

The sweetness of caramel mixed with a hint of minty coolness spreads across the tongue.

The secret oven creates round, granular particles on the surface of the cookies, giving them a crispy texture.

Especially after Dylan swallowed the biscuit.

Suddenly, I noticed that the magical power within my body seemed to fluctuate.

"Ok?"

Dylan was taken aback and raised an eyebrow at Luna, but she was studying a cookie with transparent tentacles on its head and didn't notice him.

Dylan stared at the cookie in his hand for a moment, then threw the remaining half into his mouth.

one more time.

A strange feeling arose.

Aside from the sweetness of caramel, the refreshing bitterness of mint and pine needles spreads in the throat.

at the same time.

The lightness he felt running down the corridor that morning suddenly flashed through his mind.

—It wasn't about physical strength, but rather a kind of spiritual clarity.

Like a mirror that has been washed with water.

Even the sound of dripping water from afar was exceptionally clear.

Dylan closed his eyes, sensing the magic slowly flowing through his body.

He discovered that the flow of magic was actually smoother than before.

"This……"

Dylan opened his eyes and stared in surprise at the plate of freshly baked cookies in front of him.

"what happened?"

Luna turned her head and looked at Dylan's strange expression, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Didn't you say last time you used this oven to bake a cake? Did you end up eating it?"

Luna nodded: "I ate a little, and I shared the rest with everyone."

Dylan pursed his lips slightly: "When you ate the cake, did you feel any difference? I mean, on a physical and mental level."

Luna tilted her head: "Different? No, I just thought the cake was delicious. After taking a bite, I wanted to eat more."

She suddenly smiled.

"But after all, this is Hufflepuff's kitchen, and I'm using their cooking utensils, so I still want to share the food I make with everyone."

Dylan paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Did you discover anything?"

"Hmm, I felt my mind was soothed after eating that cookie, and even my magic fluctuated a bit, flowing more smoothly."

"Oh? This cookie has this effect?"

Luna also picked up a cookie with a white frosting on the surface, examined it for a moment, and then put it in her mouth and took a small bite.

Instantly, a cool, sweet taste spread through her mouth.

Then, Luna felt a slight burning sensation in her temples.

A vague incantation she had seen before suddenly became clear in her mind.

Luna opened her eyes in surprise: "Really!"

Dylan turned around and stared at the ordinary-looking, even somewhat dilapidated, oven in the corner.

"This is really no ordinary oven."

Luna blinked slightly: "When I discovered it, it had just emerged from invisibility."

Dylan narrowed his eyes: "If that's the case, there's another possibility... perhaps it just teleported here?"

"Teleportation?" Luna looked at him. "You mean Apparate?"

"I don't know. I sensed a lot of alchemical incantations on this oven. Even if it involves apparition, it's not incomprehensible."

"This……"

Luna paused for a moment: "But this is Hufflepuff's oven. If it had always been there, there's no way no one would have noticed, right?"

Dylan nodded: "Looks like we'll have to ask the others."

—At this moment, the urge to bring this secret oven into my own world suddenly seems a little more urgent.

"I'll take some of the cookies, you can keep the rest."

Dylan divided the cookies on the baking sheet into two parts.

Luna nodded and did not refuse.

The baking pan was cleaned using magic.

Dylan turned his head and looked at the secret oven.

"Could this be the Hufflepuff treasure?"

Seeing Dylan's interest in the oven, Luna couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to take it with you?"

"Huh? What?"

(End of this chapter)