Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 210 Unicorn Blood Diamond? You called me father??

“I heard you were pleading with my whispers.”

"you……"

Delphiny stared blankly at the man in black robes before him.

Karthus, the Dark Lord who stood up for her in her most desperate moment and dealt a heavy blow to the Ministry of Magic!
Although she couldn't see the eyes beneath the black robe, Delphine felt as if she were seeing a pair of eyes staring at her.

—She saw his face again and again in her dreams.

A stormy night, the Black Lake overflowing, the Black Throne...

Fragmented and complex scenes kept replaying in her mind.

The man who will always be revered by all is this man!

Delfini initially didn't know why he was dreaming about him.

She only learned about Karthus being wanted from Knockturn Alley.

—She saw the man hidden in the black robe and death again.

Delfini had an extremely strong premonition.

Follow him, follow this man!

She will cleanse herself of all filth and stand before everyone with an air of righteousness that the whole world dares not look directly at!
Together with Karthus!
It has attracted worldwide attention!

All living beings submit!

At that time, no one will dare to laugh at her background or mock her origins!
Those Blakes who, when she was on the verge of death, begged for help but were ruthlessly rejected—what a load of rubbish, pure-blood family!

No one will dare to insult her again; she was just a scourge that should never have been born!

A few months ago.

She learned from Mr. Bokin about the Death Pilgrim—Kalzas.

They actually claimed that...

She is recognized and is the most trusted believer!

Delfini was utterly shocked when he learned of this news!

In her eyes.

Karthus is a god who will eventually overturn the world!

She's not even in the same league as her so-called Voldemort father!

The term "Dark Lord" is completely inappropriate to refer to Voldemort!

He was just a fool who couldn't even take care of his own daughter, was incompetent, and even got beaten to death by a baby!

Too many people are spreading the fear of Voldemort.

But his name wasn't Voldemort at all!

His name is Tom Marvolo Riddell!

The true Dark Lord!

It should be Karthus!
Although Karthus rarely appeared before the world, he seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The Ministry of Magic was powerless against his use of dark magic!
This further solidified Delphin's belief in the visions he had seen in his dream.

Karthus will become a god!
All she had to do was follow him!

To follow a god who is greater, more outstanding, and more illustrious than the fools her mother once followed!

Slightly regaining her senses, Delphini was still so shocked that she almost forgot to breathe, holding her breath as she watched the black-robed deity before her.

Delphine never imagined that the embodiment of her faith in her dreams would tear through the fog in such a way.

It appeared right in front of her!
"It really is you..."

Delfini's voice was almost shattered into dust.

Dylan raised his hand and waved it lightly.

The wand that had fallen to the ground instantly floated up.

It fell straight back into Delfini's hands.

Are you surprised by my arrival?

Dylan approached the woman, his steps carrying an elegant yet imposing presence.

A cold, sharp wand tip was pressed against the woman's chin.

Then lift it up.

The force was light, as gentle as a lover's caress.

But it sent an electric shock through Delfini's spine.

She felt her legs were about to give way.

"Scooping through the trash in this dilapidated house—are you looking for Voldemort's arrogance?"

"Wake up, my little Death Eater, and see who you should truly serve."

Delfini's breath hitched.

But then a thunderous roar exploded in my mind.

"Father……"

unconsciously.

A word came out of my mouth.

Delfini himself was stunned.

Dylan's eyes, hidden beneath his black robe, flickered slightly.

This is at?
Dylan narrowed his eyes: "Don't use that term 'loser.' From today onwards, you only need to know—"

Dylan's fingertips brushed against Delfini's lips, and magic surged within them.

He enhanced the power of the Dark Mark.

"I am your king."

It is unclear whether Delphine was Voldemort's daughter.

After all, he vaguely remembered that Delphine seemed to have been born just before the end of that final great battle.

Now she looks like she's almost twenty years old; she's grown into a young woman.

This just doesn't seem right.

Delphine gripped her wand, the Dark Mark pulsating beneath her skin, seemingly connected to her heart.

Feeling the touch on my face.

Delfini suddenly laughed, a strange light reflecting in his eyes.

He looked somewhat crazy.

—She does resemble Bellatrix quite a bit.

It seems one thing can be confirmed.

Delfini must at least be Bella's son.

It's about who the father was with...

This remains to be questioned.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Delphinne knelt on one knee, her silver-blue hair falling down, obscuring her expression, but unable to hide the boiling ecstasy in her voice.

"I will give you everything I have, I swear on my life."

Dylan stepped back, keeping a certain distance between them.

Otherwise, this little girl would just kneel on the ground, her head resting right on his crotch.

—This posture is a bit too bizarre.

Dylan gave a soft hum.

“Oaths? They are nothing but gold plating that mortals put on their chains—cheaper than life itself.”

Dylan looked at Delfini calmly and said, "Get up."

Delfini hurriedly propped himself up: "No, I will definitely follow you steadfastly!"

Dylan lowered his gaze, glancing at her shoulders, which trembled slightly as if she were not believed by those of faith.

Just now, when he controlled Delphine with the Imperius Curse, he already knew most of the other's memories.

how to say……

It's just awful.

It perfectly illustrates the experiences a villain went through in his childhood.

No wonder his mind is so distorted.

That one call of "father" had completely stunned him.

He's only thirteen!

After thinking for a moment, Dylan changed the subject.

"Has the blood diamond been found?"

Upon hearing this, Delfini trembled involuntarily.

"How...how do you know about the blood diamond?"

Dylan sneered: "Mortals always like to hide their secrets in the shadows, but the shadows are also my territory."

Delfini pursed his lips, looking ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't find it." "Fool!"

Dylan muttered a curse under his breath, maintaining his persona.

—But I must say, it's actually quite nice to be able to insult people at will and then be flattered!

No wonder Voldemort always wanted to conquer everyone.

No wonder Professor Snape was able to infiltrate Voldemort's ranks for so many years without being detected.

Without him.

It's all thanks to his sweet talk!

Dylan stood upright like a knife, raising his hand.

Tiny golden light floated.

The wand then cast a spell mark in mid-air.

A burst of spiritual power erupted.

Sweep across the entire room.

Peeling wallpaper, cracked wooden beams, and dusty corners.

Everywhere, whether Delphiny had explored it or not.

Dylan had a complete grasp of everything from his mental perspective.

Not long after, a loose brick in the corner emitted a faint golden light.

Dylan glanced at Delfini.

"Go, take it out."

Delfini paused for a moment, then quickly went over, squatted down, and moved the bricks away.

Beneath the bricks lay a copper box covered in green rust.

There are also some vine patterns on the relief of the box lid.

Delphin touched the bronze box, a look of delight on his face.

With the box in hand, Delfini walked back to Dylan's side.

"Owner……"

"Open it."

Delfini paused, then withdrew his hand, which was about to present the box to Dylan.

Then, gently lift the lid, and wisps of black light immediately seep out from the gaps in the box.

The copper base is padded with a little bit of fluff.

Dylan recognized it immediately – it was unicorn fur!

On the fluffy surface, a deep red to almost black blood diamond is placed in the center.

It is inlaid on a twisted silver base with eight irregularly cut facets, like pieces gouged out by sharp claws, carrying a violent and broken beauty.

The dark red symbols on the surface seemed to flow slowly, as if they were alive.

Upon closer inspection, these symbols resemble the veins of a heart, or the twisted form of a unicorn.

As you get closer, you can hear a faint shriek, as if you were hearing the mournful cry of a trapped unicorn.

Inside the diamond, solidified black blood droplets floated. Dylan snapped his fingers, and light appeared.

Under the light, the outline of a broken unicorn emerged, then quickly faded.

"This is the Lament of Eternal Night."

Delphiny stared at the blood diamond that Dylan was holding between his fingers, his eyes shining.

—This diamond seems to have been made just for her!
This crazy design, this distorted pattern.

It has truly touched her heart!
"A cursed artifact forged from the heart of a unicorn, worthy of being called Eternal Night?" Dylan scoffed.

Something to say.

The curse of the unicorn is endless, and from a certain perspective, it is indeed worthy of being called that.

but
Dylan examined the "Eternal Night Elegy" carefully.

He sensed an extremely strong cursed power emanating from the diamond.

When you lightly tap the facet of the diamond with your index finger, the dark red runes on it suddenly surge up like boiling oil.

The twisted thorns on the silver base suddenly sprouted sharp thorns, and the unicorn runes, like venomous snakes, climbed up his wrist.

Dylan sneered and grabbed Delfini by the back of the neck.

The latter was startled and exclaimed in surprise.

The curse mark, however, slithered from Dylan's palm toward her throat.

Dylan directly applied the power of the curse to Delphine.

"what!"

The girl instantly collapsed to her knees, a silent scream escaping her throat, and spiderweb-like bluish-black lines appeared under her skin.

Clearly, the curse has taken effect.

Blood diamonds made from the hearts of unicorns are rumored to be able to influence and distort the minds of unicorns.

However, if one wants to use it, one will inevitably be affected by the blood diamond first.

In an instant, a strong sense of palpitation brought on by the curse surged into Delphin's heart.

She felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her head, warning her not to do anything she shouldn't!

But why?
What should be done?
What shouldn't be done?

If she wants it, then it should be!

Delfini gritted his teeth.

Having decided on her faith, she was already prepared to dedicate herself to it at any time!
It was merely to allow its master to bear the pain of the curse.

She can endure it, and she has to endure it!
You must become a useful person so you won't be discarded!
"Curses always like to find a host, but as long as you understand the curse, you can guide it."

Dylan flicked the remaining runes from his palm, looked at Delphine's pained little face, and tapped his wand.

"Analgesia Charm (Pain-Free Mantra)."

As the magic surged forth, it swept across her brow, scattering a patch of silvery-gray light.

The pain from the unicorn curse instantly receded from her pupils, leaving only a numb, dull sensation.

Seeing that her expression was alright, Dylan ignored her and instead lowered his eyes to examine the blood diamond in his hand.

"Unicorn blood, and specifically the essence of its heart."

Dylan took a light sniff.

A sweet aroma wafted over.

However, it also contained some unpleasant stench.

—The smell was like that of a dark wizard who spends all his time in a laboratory and hasn't taken a bath in ten years.

Dylan frowned.

That's really disgusting.

"Something created by a dark wizard hundreds of years ago? Ha, those fools thought they could create a perfect artifact by using the blood of a sacred object, and they even infused it with their own obsessions. Didn't they know that the backlash from something pure would turn their obsessions into mush?"

Beneath the diamond is a silver bramble base, each spike engraved with blasphemous runes from an ancient black wizarding family.

The silver parts, having been soaked in the power of the curse for a long time, have developed a morbid bluish-gray hue.

"However, it is a pity that this creation has survived to this day and still has such powerful magic, able to use human souls as fuel. It is a pity that the unicorn blood burned their obsession into a defective product."

Dylan sensed the power of the Blood Diamond.

The curse power within it had become somewhat violent.

However, if you want to use this diamond to influence the unicorn, this chaotic magic might actually have a surprising effect.

Of course, the diamond was originally designed perhaps to be used to directly control unicorns.

However, such news had never been heard of or circulated for hundreds of years, so at that time, the diamond probably wouldn't have been very effective.

Let alone now.

It can only be used for pollution.

It cannot be used for targeted interference or control.

"—This thing is just a piece of scrap metal that bites right now, but it does have some twisted runes inside, so it's not bad."

Dylan's Ereshkigal possesses an extremely terrifying and twisted power.

Even Dementors are affected by those who see it.

Therefore, Dylan naturally understood this power very well.

"Perhaps after I study it further, this blood diamond can be sublimated again," Dylan thought to himself.

His alchemy skills are now quite advanced.

After all, they've already figured out the principle behind time converters.

In other words, understanding something is one thing, but being able to do it is another.

Otherwise, Dylan's skill level might have even caught up with Old Man Deng!
Dylan was about to stop mobilizing the power of the Blood Diamond, put it back on the silver stand, and put it back into the bronze box.

However, when he looked at the silver laurel, his gaze suddenly stopped.

On this silver stand adorned with thorns, there seemed to be more than just a groove to hold the blood diamond in his hand.

Besides these, there seem to be two other ones!
"strangeness."

(End of this chapter)