Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 204 Crook Hill and the Unhappy Spots

Dylan looked at Luna with some surprise.

Luna turned around and asked, "Are you going to take this oven with you?"

Dylan's mouth twitched.

This little girl is even more of a robber than him...

Dylan chuckled twice and shook his head.

"After all, it's a Hufflepuff oven. Let's ask the other Hufflepuffs about it later and then talk about it."

It's not something I'll take now.

This was all stolen, wasn't it?

And they're robbing so openly and brazenly...

Dylan's perception of this young lady was once again refreshed.

"Too."

Luna nodded.

Dylan thought the girl had finally realized that blatant robbery was wrong.

However, the other party then said, "By finding out the origin of this oven, we can find out if Hufflepuff has any other secret kitchen utensils, and then we can take them all away."

Dylan: ДO
"...Well, we'll talk about it later. It's getting late, I'll go back now—and read a little more."

"No problem, I'll also go and look through some old books to see if I can find what I'm looking for."

Luna nodded slightly.

After Dylan tidied up the kitchen.

After leaving Hufflepuff's kitchen with Luna, saying goodbye again, I dashed back to my dorm room.

"This girl is terrifying!"

Dylan muttered to himself as he walked toward the Gryffindor Tower.

"If I spend too much time with her, I feel like I'll be corrupted!"

Back in the Gryffindor common room.

The scene was not as empty as expected.

Dylan instead saw a group of people gathered around the notice board in the lounge.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"What's going on?"

Dylan lifted his foot and moved a few steps closer to that direction.

I glanced at it.

"Permission to travel to Hogsmeade Village?"

A notice was posted on the board.

This indicates when they will be able to travel to Hogsmeade.

—Of course, it couldn't be a regular school day.

It's the weekend, not the weekend.

And it's at the end of October.

—The eve of Halloween.

Dylan already knew about the trip to Hogsmeade during the summer vacation.

To go there, you will definitely need permission.

Dylan's permission form was sent along with the book list for the new semester.

This requires the consent of the guardian.

Dylan's parents naturally had no objections to this.

They only spent those first few days at home wanting to spend time with their son, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.

But after that, the Hawkwoods' hearts were no longer with Dylan.

I couldn't wait to send Dylan back to school.

Go out and have fun without any worries.

So the Hawkwoods signed the permit form in one go.

"Hogsmeade Village?"

Dylan rested his chin on his hand.

There was naturally no danger to him in Hogsmeade.

And let me tell you, he owns a property in Hogsmeade.

He didn't buy it.

Instead, it was because he had previously performed a soul search on Lockhart.

Within Lockhart's fragmented memories, a property he once owned in Hogsmeade was found.

then……

The property naturally became Dylan's.

This trip to Hogsmeade Village will also provide an opportunity to turn this house into another safe house for him.

—And it will be the safest house he gets closest to Hogwarts.

"Even if Hogwarts has anti-Apparition protection, my safe house will still allow me to travel to and from Hogwarts quickly."

Whether it's coming back or not.

They still ran away.

Dylan walked to the dormitory door.

Looking up, I saw Crookshan squatting in the corner of the wall not far away.

This large ginger-yellow cat is fiddling with a glass bead with its front paws.

On its flat face, its two big eyes were narrowed into slits, and its fat tail was spread out like a bottle brush with a small curl at the end.

This is Hermione's cat.

Her appearance is so strange it's cute.

Look at this yellow kitten, it looks like it was slapped on an electric griddle when it was just born.

Dylan chuckled. "Little guy, what are you doing standing outside my dorm room? Is something the matter?"

"Meow meow meow~"

Crookshan raised its head and swished its tail twice.

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "You want to play with Coal Ball?"

Crookshan nodded.

Then he was stunned again.

"Meow?"

Dylan chuckled: "Your master leaves you in the dormitory every day, so I'm not very familiar with you, but don't be surprised. I can just understand what you're saying, which is easy to do."

—It must be clarified that Dylan did not intentionally kill a cat.

—He didn't kill anyone's pet cat either.

It was during summer vacation that, quite by chance, he stumbled upon a cat abuser in a small alley.

Dylan extracted a wave of his soul from this pervert and discovered that the guy was also a serial killer.

He is currently a fugitive wanted by the police.

Dylan then casually turned it into a corpse.

As for the cats he tortured and killed.

Dylan, of course, didn't waste it either.

They were all on their last breath.

Rather than saving it and letting this poor little guy continue to experience this cruel world.

It would be better to send it to its next life.

—To be born from his lingering soul and stolen words.

Dylan generously gave the poor little guy a quick death.

Let them no longer suffer, but become a part of him.

"Meow?!"

The ginger-yellow, round face froze, its eyes widening.

"Alright, alright, didn't you want to play with the coal ball?"

Coalball had previously been in contact with Hermione's Crook Hill.

However, with the arrival of Norbert, Coal Ball has hardly spent any time outside.

Every day, she either guards his house or wanders around the space with Norbert.

This resulted in Coalball not even having much time to spend with Dylan normally.

Strangely enough, this little black egg has suddenly become clingy again recently.

She would pester him every now and then, and even wanted to come out of the space with him.

Dylan then immediately granted Coal Ball full access.

It can come out of the space whenever it wants, and it can go back directly whenever it wants.

To achieve this functionality.

Dylan even spent 5000 dollars...

Yes, this is also a paid feature.

Otherwise, if a pet wants to leave the pet space, it either has to stay with him or be controlled by his will.

Of course, Dylan only gave this permission to Coal Ball, not to Norbert, and certainly not to any of the other guys who weren't even his pets.

In any case, Nobeta is such a large dragon that after several years of growth, it has become quite enormous.

If we give it the privilege of freely entering and leaving the pet space, wouldn't that be terrible?

Letting it out once, who knows how much impact and damage it will cause.

Dylan opened the dormitory door.

Because he gave Coal Ball permission to freely enter the pet space.

I wonder if this little black egg will stay in the dormitory.

To his surprise, Coalball was now on Ron's bed, with Ron's pet mouse lying beneath him.

"Dylan, you're finally here!"

When Dylan opened the door, Ron turned around and his eyes lit up.

"You'd better do something about this little black devil! It seems very interested in my mouse, and I have a feeling it wants to eat Spotty!"

Ron was in his dorm room at the moment, but the others were not there.

Dylan blinked and walked through the door.

Crookshan also sneaked in.

"Meow meow meow meow?"

Although Crookshan had never been to Dylan's dorm room before, he jumped onto the nearest bed with ease.

Upon seeing the coal briquettes, it became excited and ran over to them.

"Hey! How did it get here?"

Ron's eyes widened.

"I don't have enough mice for two cats!"

Dylan corrected, "A lump of coal isn't a cat."

"But it also wants to eat my spots!"

Ron sat on the edge of his bed, nervously watching Spot, who was pinned under the coal ball, trying to escape but too afraid to move.

I felt both sorry for her and amused.

"Don't worry, the coal won't eat it."

An old, withered mouse.

Nothing tastes as good as the high-quality meat he feeds every day.

"They're just playing."

Dylan had barely finished speaking.

Crookshanks leaped into the air, his fluffy tail standing straight up, and the whole cat landed precisely on Ron's bed.

"Hululu"

Crookshan's ruffled tail swept across Spotty's nose.

Then he lowered his head and opened his mouth.

With a howl, it bit down.

Ron was immediately alarmed: "Wait!"

"Moo!"

Just before Spotty's head was about to be swallowed by Crookshan, Coalball's other paw reached out and stopped Crookshan's head.

"Meow?"

Crookshan raised his small eyes.

This ginger-colored cat, whose face was photographed, has some raccoon cat ancestry.

The raccoon is a very intelligent and amazing animal.

At the same time, I am also very proud.

Crookshan naturally possessed this characteristic as well.

However, it is very affectionate towards the creatures it likes.

—This creature is naturally not limited to humans.

Crookshan really likes coal briquettes.

So even though his head was being pressed against by a lump of coal, he wasn't angry. He was just a little puzzled as to why the lump of coal wouldn't bite off the smelly rat's head.
—This rat is unlike any other rat; it has a strange smell about it that makes Crookshanks very strange!

Crookshan doesn't like it!
"Moo~"

Coalball pressed the pads under its claws against Crookshan's forehead with a lazy, elegant movement.

The cat with the round, ginger-yellow face looked puzzled.

Coal Ball's eyelids twitched slightly.

“Old Orange, this mouse is under my master’s control. Why are you biting it? It’s still useful to my master.”

Coalball had naturally seen Dylan feeding Scabbers to the Dementors, so he knew that this rat was no ordinary rat.

—It's a rat that can feed the Dementors.

—They might not even have enough to eat.

Faced with the coal ball's lazy explanation.

Crookshan also turned to look at Dylan.

The coal ball licked its paws slowly and deliberately.

Dylan smiled and did not deny it: "Yes, this little mouse is indeed very useful."

Crookshank then pulled his neck back: "But next time you're not around, I'm going to eat this rat, and Merlin's briefs won't stop me!"

Dylan was taken aback, then chuckled.

"Who taught you all this?"

"of course……"

Crookshan meowed a few times.

He turned his head again and glanced at Ron, who was sitting on the bed with a bewildered look on his face.

Ron's gaze darted back and forth between Coal Ball, Crook Hill, and Dylan.

"No, wait, Dylan..."

Ron looked up: "Don't tell me you were just talking to them..."

"Yes, we are communicating."

Ron's eyes widened: "How can you talk to a cat? Are you a cat in disguise?"

Dylan blinked, then suddenly a mischievous smile appeared on his lips, and he lowered his voice.

"Do you want to know?"

Looking at Dylan's lowered head, half of his face seemed to be hidden in a blurry shadow.

Ron jumped up from the bed.

"Haha, I think it's a good thing to let them play together more. Harry is still waiting for me on the field, I'm going now."

Ron immediately ran towards the dormitory entrance.

Rush out the door.

However, before he closed the door.

He paused, then said to Dylan, "Remember to keep an eye on my Scabbers, don't let it... get too bullied—especially Hermione's cat! Merlin's briefs, and I don't know why that cat is in our dorm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron darted away and disappeared.

He gently pulled the door shut with his movement.

Dylan looked at the closed door and shook his head.

"Do you want to play together? Then I'm going to read a book."

"Moo!" Coal Ball raised its chin.

He gestured for Dylan to do as he pleased.

Crookshan squatted to the side, staring curiously at the coal lumps.

"What do you see me doing?"

"You look a lot like me."

"???"

Coal Ball stared at Crook Mountain in disbelief.

It lifted its foot and released its paw that was pressing down on Banban.

The poor mouse, even though it was no longer bound, dared not escape and could only curl up on the bed, trying to minimize its presence.

Dylan ignored the two little ones who were chatting.

Coal Ball naturally got used to Dylan's busy schedule.

Crookshan was there to play with coal balls and didn't care whether Dylan was busy or not.

—It's sad that its owner doesn't want to talk to it today.

That's when I thought of coal briquettes.

It realized that it hadn't seen its owner take it out to play for a long time.

Did you just leave it in the dorm room and let it get bored every day?

That's why Crookshan came over.

However, no one came to open the door for it, and it couldn't get in.

Until Dylan returned to his dorm.

Only then will it have a chance to come in.

Dylan sat quietly at his desk, flipping through books.

He was reading a book about the history of Hogwarts, trying to find some details in it.

—For example, there are records about Hufflepuff.

Or perhaps it's a record of Hogwarts' history.

Unfortunately, he found no trace of this magical kitchen utensil in the book.

"It's strange."

Dylan was a little confused.

Logically speaking.

Since the secret oven is in Hufflepuff's kitchen.

Others must have noticed it as well.

If someone has discovered it, why is there no record of it in books?

"That's not quite right. The Room of Requirement isn't even mentioned in regular books, is it?"

But this magical house also exists.

(End of this chapter)