Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 212 Soul
Delphiny was about to say something more to show his loyalty to his master.

But suddenly...

She felt a chill enveloping her, but it vanished instantly.

Delfini was taken aback.

She slowly raised her head, only to find that the person who had been standing in front of her had disappeared.

Sunlight streamed in through gaps in the clouds.

Illuminate the dark magic mark on her body.

Delfini was somewhat disappointed.

The master didn't even bother to say goodbye before leaving...

do not know why.

When facing her master, she always felt a sense of submission that was completely beyond her control.

It was as if she was going to kneel down in front of him.

And the other party will also exude a feeling that is even colder than a Dementor.

But at this moment, she felt the chill being drawn away little by little.

But she couldn't help but gradually hug her arms, sit down, and bury her face in her knees.

The house is indeed quite dilapidated.

In addition, the weather is gradually getting colder.

The room was not only dark, but also quite damp.

Even in the corners of the wooden roof, there were still drops of dew.

She clenched the eyeball in her hand, and tiny specks of light rippled from her palm, dispelling the darkness around her.

Delfini felt absolutely no fear.

Even a thought couldn't help but pop into her mind.

The person who loves you will not leave you waiting in the dark for long.

She couldn't remember where she had heard it.

She also believed, of course, that her master could not possibly love her.

But so what?

She will not let her master remain in the darkness for long!

Her master must be a death singer walking in the light!
"Let me do my best for my master's great ideals."

Delphiny murmured softly, his voice echoing faintly in the empty room.

She sat on the ground, took two steps forward, and gently stroked the stone brick where her owner had just stood.

The coolness of the bricks seeped into my flesh from my skin.

She gradually narrowed her eyes, a sickly look appearing on her face.

……

After leaving Lockhart's house.

Dylan sheds his Calassian attire.

He frowned slightly, then sighed.

"I was originally planning to turn Lockhart's house into another safe house for me today."

Instead of building a safe house, they ended up with a blood diamond whose specific function was still unknown.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen many unicorns lately, and it seems that the unicorn herd has encountered some trouble before."

Although this blood diamond was not a creation made at present.

The key issue is that he only possesses one blood diamond, while the groove in the silver setting should ideally contain two more. If these two also possess the power to influence unicorns, but fall into the hands of other dark wizards, they might incite them to harbor unwarranted ambitions against the unicorn herd.

Dylan squinted.

He had already designated those unicorns as his own property.

Even though I haven't had much time lately to specifically tame unicorns.

—After all, he hadn't even completely tamed the hippogriff yet.

But that doesn’t mean Dylan will allow anyone else to touch his unicorn flock!

"If a unicorn appeared in my pet world, I wonder if it could directly become a link in the food chain."

Dylan guessed that it was unlikely to work.

Because unicorn herds are far too powerful compared to other ordinary creatures.

Moreover, they are not creatures that enjoy fighting.

Whether you're eating or being eaten, it's difficult to squeeze into the food chain.

Naturally, it would be impossible for it to become a node in the chain.

However, even if the world cannot directly include unicorns.

However, if he collects the unicorn herd in the Forbidden Forest, even just those unicorns will provide him with a large amount of experimental materials.

They did not linger in Hogsmeade.

Dylan has basically finished handling everything he needed to do.

And what he needed to do most now seems to be something he no longer needs to do.

Since Delphine has already found this place, it wouldn't be unreasonable to temporarily use it as Delphine's base.

Although he did not speak directly to Delfinimin.

She was simply instructed to entrust all her accumulated wealth to Mr. Bokin.

But Dylan was certain that this seemingly mentally unstable young girl would frequently reside in that house.

Dylan planned to go back and study the new spell to see if he could reasonably conceal the house as Delphiny's property.

To prevent demons or other people from sneaking in and causing further trouble.

After returning to Hogwarts.

Dylan went straight to his dorm room.

He had drunk butterbeer and eaten some snacks in Hogsmeade Village, so he wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat lunch.

Butterbeer is a hot drink, and just one glass is quite a lot for a young wizard who is not yet fully grown up.

Not to mention that Dylan drank more than one glass.

open the door.

Dylan had just entered the dormitory.

I thought it would be empty.

Unexpectedly, Harry was all alone in his dormitory at that moment.

Dylan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"No training today?"

Harry heard the door open and thought it was Ron and the others returning, but when he turned around, he only saw Dylan.

And why did he immediately ask him why he hadn't gone to training...?

Harry paused for a moment, then forced a smile.

"Yes, because Wood also went to Hogwarts Village. He's going there to buy some things, and it seems he's also going to a special place—he said he's been looking forward to it for a long time."

Dylan blinked.

A special place.

Have you been waiting for this for a long time?

What are the special things to look forward to in Hogwarts Village?

Dylan thought for a moment and knew exactly where Wood was referring to.

—It must be the Three Broomsticks Bar!

Even a third-grader like him can drink non-alcoholic beverages.

Heaven knows if upperclassmen ever get to drink real butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks bar.

No wonder Wood didn't drag Harry to training today.

After all, it was a rare opportunity to have a beer, and he certainly didn't want to miss it.

Dylan checked the time.

It's not too late.

It wasn't even afternoon yet.

Ron, Hermione, and even Neville probably won't be back anytime soon.

Or rather, they'll most likely play until the deadline. And Harry won't have to train, nor will Ron and Hermione be with him.

—He was obviously even less likely to do his homework by himself.

That's why I'm all alone in the dorm right now, probably not knowing what to do.

Dylan casually took out a bag of snacks from the panel space.

Then he reached out and tossed it.

The bag of snacks was then enveloped in magic, suspended in mid-air, and then slowly flew to Harry's side.

"Try it, there are quite a few new snacks I brought from Hogsmeade Village, I think you'll like them."

Harry nodded. "Thank you, Dylan."

He placed the snacks in front of him, opened the bag, and glanced inside.

Then he looked at Dylan and said, "Why are you back so early, and all alone?"

Dylan shrugged. "You know, none of the stuff in Hogsmeade is appealing to me."

Harry, holding the bag of snacks Dylan had given him, paused for a moment, then asked, "Isn't it fun there?"

Dylan said sincerely, "I think it's just average, but at least Hogsmeade Village has a lot of delicious food that you can't find in the school."

"For example, the candies from Honey Duke candy store—the school also gets its supplies from there."

Otherwise it's not an authentic copy.

They might even sue Hogwarts with the Ministry of Magic.

There were only two people in the dormitory, making it seem rather empty.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the tower's windows, casting long, thin shadows on the wooden tabletop.

Harry sat at the table and pulled a small bag of candy from the large bag Dylan had given him.

That's a bag of fruit hard candy.

Harry tore it open, picked up a pink piece, and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, the sweet taste of strawberries spread across his tongue.

The coolness of the candy mixed with its sweetness brought a slight smile to Harry's lips.

"If I had known you didn't have to train today, I would have brought back a few more butterbeers from Hogsmeade."

Dylan felt a little regretful.

Harry, sucking on a strawberry hard candy, asked with some surprise, "Hogsmeade sells beer to minors?"

Dylan smiled and said, "Surprised? I was a little surprised too."

"However, the bar owner said that the drinks she sold to the students were non-alcoholic and specially mixed by her, so they could be considered beverages, not alcoholic drinks."

Harry blinked, his face filled with curiosity and envy: "Really? I'd like to try it too."

Dylan stroked his chin: "Ron and Hermione are probably in the bar right now—when I left, it was practically overrun by a bunch of kids."

"So, how about we send a letter over and ask them to bring back a few barrels of butterbeer?"

Harry hesitated, "Wouldn't this cause some trouble?"

Dylan waved his hand: "What's the trouble? It's just a matter of sending a letter, and they'll bring the wine too."

Harry pursed his lips: "Okay."

Dylan opened the window.

The sunlight, transitioning towards afternoon, carried a warm glow.

Dylan summoned Luna directly.

Then he wrote a letter and gave it to the little guy.

"Go."

Dylan fed it a meat stick.

Luna immediately flapped her snow-white wings and disappeared from Dylan and Harry's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, you can wait for Ron and the others in the dorm—but I don't think they'll be back even when it's mealtime."

Dylan shrugged: "They'll definitely keep the timeline very tight until the prefects are urging them to come back."

Harry was amused by Dylan: "I thought so too."

"Then I'll get back to work."

Dylan casually remarked to Harry, then took out his pet space suitcase and placed it by the bed.

“Okay.” Harry nodded, without begging Dylan to stay with him.

Perhaps he should get used to the time he spends alone when his friends aren't around.

—Isn't he always like this when he's at home?

Dylan crawled into the pet enclosure.

Then he took out the Unicorn Blood Diamond he had obtained from Lockhart's residence.

When he was with Delfini, he was unable to use all his methods to study the blood diamond to the fullest extent.

But when he returned to his home turf, the situation naturally changed.

"Where did Lockhart get the Unicorn Blood Diamond from? Was it a deal with someone? Or did he steal it from someone else?"

Recalling Lockhart's unique skills.

Dylan felt that this guy might actually be after someone's experiences to write his own book.

Instead of stealing, they ended up robbing the person of all their wealth.

"But Lockhart has already bought a house in Hogsmeade. With his wealth, he certainly has enough money to buy a big house. Why would he buy that small, dilapidated house?"

If Dylan hadn't been controlling Lockhart, he wouldn't have been able to find fragmented images in Lockhart's memories.

He might not even notice that dilapidated house in Hogsmeade.

Perhaps Lockhart bought this property to do something shady.

such as
Colluding with dark wizards.

To gain advantages from dark wizards that one cannot obtain at Hogwarts.

Then use this advantage to help solidify your position at school.

"Unfortunately, it seems that because I used too many spells on Lockhart, even his original fragments of memories were completely erased."

Dylan shook his head and sighed.

He couldn't be sure which possibility it was, and he couldn't even find the answer.

Unless he can develop a magic or method that can restore all memories of amnesiacs.

However, what appears to be complex magic is actually not simple at all when you actually study it.

The disappearance of memories is not actually a complete disappearance in the true sense.

Because the human soul is not an ethereal entity; this has long been proven.

—Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to be eaten by the Dementors.

Even if the memories on the surface disappear, they may still be found within the soul.

The analogy between memory and soul is likened to a hard drive and a core processor.

Even if the memories on the hard drive are deleted, the core processor still manages the storage and retrieval of all data.

Even if humans "forget" something, it's merely a superficial deletion from the desktop of consciousness, thrown into the recycle bin.

This makes it seem like the memory has disappeared, but in reality, it is always preserved in the core processor.

Human memories are like threads, deeply entwined in every corner of the soul.

—This is an insight that Dylan gained while working on "The Secret Language of the Soul".

This book describes the three levels of the soul.

The surface level refers to the current state of consciousness and emotions.

The middle layer refers to the root of personality and instinct.

At its deepest level lies the destination of all memories.

That's why Dylan believes that memories are not irretrievable.

However, the process will be extremely troublesome.

Because this requires him to grasp the mysteries of the soul as much as possible.

Fortunately, he possessed quite a bit of soul magic.

Moreover, several of them have already reached the maximum level.

If it's just about finding memories buried deep within one's soul, Dylan could still achieve it with a little effort.

(End of this chapter)