Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 213 Riddle: Why hasn't that idiot Voldemort taken over Hogwarts yet?!
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After feeding Norbert and Coal Ball, Dylan pushed open the door and went into the cabin.

The salty sea breeze, carrying the scent of trees from the forest, blew through the cracks in the door into the small wooden cabin nestled between the forest and the ocean.

The afternoon sun was plentiful.

Dylan entered the cabin, but none of the lights inside were on.

—They were set by Dylan to only turn on automatically at night.

Dylan went to his lab table.

Then he placed a box on the wooden table, which had many scratches.

Inside the box lay the unicorn blood diamond he had obtained from Lockhart's house.

—The surface of the rhomboid diamond is covered with strange and twisted patterns, like a heart that is still beating.

Just as Dylan was about to use magic and his alchemical creations to study the blood diamond.

Suddenly, the diary he had thrown on the corner of the table trembled violently.

A wisp of black smoke slowly seeped out from a large crack on the surface of the diary.

Little Tom's figure gradually solidified in the mist.

—This guy probably suffered too much from being tortured by Dylan, and Dylan didn't always use enough of his life force to restore him.

This has made him look younger and younger.

Where did you get this?

Dylan glanced at him, his gaze indifferent.

"After all this time, you still haven't learned how to talk to me?"

Riddle: "..."

Riddle's ethereal body, however, exhibited substantial changes in facial expressions.

His eyelids twitched, and he really wanted to refute Dylan on the spot.

But they didn't dare at all.

"Damn it, what is Voldemort doing outside? Why hasn't he conquered Hogwarts yet?!"

Wait!
When he has the whole world under his control.

He will definitely hold this damned guy, who is only a teenager but is more perverted and insidious than the oldest and most evil dark wizard, and torture him mercilessly!
It was imposed on him.

He will repay them a thousandfold!

"What are you thinking?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Riddle felt a jolt in his heart.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

He forced a strained smile.

"I was just wondering where you got this kind of thing from."

Dylan looked at him: "From what you're saying, it seems you know what this thing is?"

A glint flashed in Riddle's eyes.

This guy brought this thing over, and he doesn't even know what it is?
Then he...

"Don't give me any nonsense. If even one of your statements contradicts what I know, the result... well, you know."

Riddle: (ω)
"I don't know much about it either, but this thing should be one of the three holy diamonds. I used to have one myself."

"The Trinity Diamond?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "Three blood diamonds made from unicorn hearts?"

Riddle's eyes flickered: "That's the rumor."

Dylan squinted at him.

The latter shrank further into the diary.

"I have only heard about the Trinity Diamond in some rumors."

Tell me in detail.

"I am currently unable to maintain my soul form for an extended period of time."

"That's an interesting story. I can go three days without experimenting with spells on you."

"But if I grit my teeth and persevere, I can still do it."

Reid paused, shrinking his soul as much as possible to avoid wasting too much power.

"Legend has it that the Trinity Diamond was a dark artifact created hundreds of years ago by an ancient dark wizard using the hearts of three adult unicorns and the blood of the entire unicorn."

"When the Holy Diamond was born, the black wizard was cursed and died a terrible death."

"Later, the Holy Diamonds were separated and scattered throughout the world. Legend has it that if the three Holy Diamonds are brought together, the owner can do anything he desires."

Dylan scoffed: "Obviously, this legend must be false."

Riddle nodded: "That's right. When I was searching for materials in an inland sea, I found a holy diamond in a tomb at the bottom of the lake."

"Based on my research, although it possesses a strong curse power, it does not have the power that is rumored to exist."

"However, this holy diamond gave me another direction, letting me know the wonderful uses of unicorn blood."

Dylan stroked his chin: "Since you know about the rumors surrounding the Blood Diamonds, haven't you ever thought about collecting all three?"

Riddle suppressed the urge to roll his eyes: "It's not as simple as you think."

"Rumors say there are three holy diamonds, but who knows if those rumors are true or false? I didn't find any special power in this blood diamond, so I won't waste my time verifying the truth of a legend."

He had too many things to do at the time.

Why waste time getting entangled with a worthless diamond?

Did he think Voldemort was a college student who did nothing all day but love, do his homework, and deal with his professors?

Dylan didn't deny it, but nodded silently.

"You're right. You must have been a very busy person when you were young, but in the end you still ended up in my hands, suffering humiliation and torment, never to rise again."

Riddle: "."

Why does this damn guy always have such a sarcastic way of speaking?!
Damn!

Why hasn't Voldemort made a move outside yet?
He's been driven almost insane by this!
Riddle couldn't help but curse himself again.

Dylan ignored his reaction and continued, "Tell me, what do you think is the purpose of this so-called Holy Diamond?"

Riddle paused, glancing upwards.

But then he saw the wand in Dylan's hand begin to flash with holy light again.

His expression turned serious again.

"Based on my research, I believe that the blood diamond is most likely used to curse others and attract unicorns."

Riddle said, "If the Triads really exist, then collecting them to grant wishes is not the real possibility; what's more likely is that they can attract a large number of unicorns and then control them."

It seems to be pretty much what he thought.

Dylan pondered to himself.

There are most likely three blood diamonds.

Moreover, the one Riddle received was not the one with the silver thorn base.

Thinking of this, Dylan couldn't help but raise his head.

Where is that blood diamond you have now?

Riddle shook his head: "I'm dead, how could I possibly know where my remaining belongings are?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Riddle: "Yes, I'm sure. Maybe if you find one of my former men, you might have a chance to find that blood diamond."

Riddle knew that the monster before him was an even more insane and deranged monster than himself.

So they would definitely be very interested after hearing that the Holy Diamond has the ability to control unicorns.

After all, who wouldn't want to take and use the blood of a unicorn?

He had seen this guy use unicorn blood for some evil experiments more than once before!

What does this mean?
This means that this pervert must have killed an entire unicorn!

Only then can you have so much blood!

Even Voldemort himself never went to such lengths, using unicorn blood for experiments.

This guy, however, always manages to pull out a lot of unicorn blood from time to time.

Although the amount of essence blood is not much, a unicorn can't actually produce much essence blood at all.

So this is normal.

“Yes, your description is somewhat useful to me.”

Dylan spoke calmly.

Riddle's expression brightened.

Does this mean that for the next three whole days, he won't have to endure the constant torment from this devil?
God knows that every time he saw this guy come in, he had to worry constantly whether the guy was there to mess with him or to do something else.

He was truly fed up with the feeling of having a cleaver hanging over his head!
However, Dylan's next words made his expression freeze.

"But it's not very useful, so your vacation is over."

“What? No, you can’t.” “Avada kedavra!”

"what!!!!"

A plume of black smoke drifted out of the diary.

Riddle could only remain in a broken state—missing arms and legs.

Dylan flicked his wand lightly: "There's nothing I can't do."

Riddle lay on his side next to the diary, his small frame barely the size of an arm, his eyes fixed on Dylan.

I don't like your expression.

"I--"

"Crucio!"

"what--!!!"

Two spells were cast.

Dylan felt refreshed and relaxed.

"Let me ask you one more question: where do you think the last Holy Diamond is?"

Riddle lay sprawled on the wooden table in a contorted position.

His body had shrunk horribly; it was already only the size of an arm, but now it had shrunk even further, to less than half the size of an arm.

Beneath his translucent skin, his soul was weak and unstable, and his barely visible blood vessels trembled slightly with his weak breathing.

Those once captivating eyes are now shrouded in a murky haze.

His unfocused gaze swept over Dylan, a few drops of black mist escaping from the corner of his mouth.

Each labored breath was accompanied by the hissing sound of air rubbing against the throat.

"I, I don't know."

—Damn it, this is exactly what he usually does to other servants!

Riddle, fearing that Dylan would cast another Unforgivable Curse on him, quickly added.

"The legend of the Holy Diamond is little known. Unicorn herds are already extremely rare, and now that old geezer Dumbledore is protecting a herd of unicorns. Perhaps the last Holy Diamond is in his hands."

Riddle paused slightly, then said again, "Or, you could ask Grindelwald; he might know about it."

Go ahead, go and bring that old geezer Grindelwald here too.

Why should he have to endure the torment and torture of this perverted demon all by himself?
Why didn't he just arrest that old geezer Dumbledore too?!

"It seems you really don't know any more information."

Dylan looked at Riddle as if he were looking at a piece of trash.

The latter was completely unable to move at this moment. Faced with such a humiliating gaze, his face turned pale and bruised, but he was utterly helpless against this guy who was bullying him at will.

He hated it!

Dylan waved his hand.

In an instant, on the other side of this world, a group of cockroaches and snakes exploded.

Blood and flesh became fertilizer, but Dylan drew in the life essence.

It was then injected into Riddle's body—that is, into the diary.

The diary's tattered body slowly healed.

Dylan ignored the guy.

Instead, he began to study the blood diamond on his own.

It was late at night.

He had basically figured out the situation of the blood diamond.

Indeed, the curse power above is abundant, but its specific effects are actually not many.

Moreover, they are mostly targeted at pure organisms.

Yes, this blood diamond was studied by Dylan.

He believed that blood diamonds could not only work on unicorns, but also have a similar effect on other pure creatures.

The principle is also very simple.

Blood Diamond itself is an alchemical creation.

It was made using the heart of a unicorn and the blood from the entire body of a unicorn.

As long as you have the Blood Diamond, you can get close to the unicorn and disrupt its sanity.

However, Dylan completely looked down on this ability.

After all, he could easily send people's sanity levels soaring by simply casting Ephemeral Cthulhu.

Let alone unicorns, even if Phoenix came with Old Deng, they would probably be affected by its irrationality.

Even without using Evil Cthulhu, his End Serpent Eyes possess the power to attack the spirit, and it is quite formidable.

Of course, besides this ability.

Dylan also discovered that activating the blood diamond with magic could trigger a blood mist.

Dylan didn't use Lockhart for his experiments; instead, he used rats and other ordinary creatures.

Creatures affected by the blood mist will go berserk, tearing apart their own kind indiscriminately.

At the same time, the wounds pierced by the blood diamond will be enveloped by a cursed power.

Ordinary magic cannot heal it.

Dylan estimated that if a unicorn were to be scratched by a blood diamond, it probably wouldn't be able to heal with the power of purity.

Dylan has yet to discover any further abilities.

After all, this blood diamond is specifically designed for unicorns.

There are no unicorns in his world for him to experiment with.

Therefore, this is the best that can be done.

After leaving the suitcase, Dylan did not see Harry.

However, he left the dormitory and went to the Gryffindor common room.

I did see quite a few people.

Many young wizards gathered together, chatting excitedly.

It was almost time to attend the dinner party.

Percy organized the people to line up in a queue so they wouldn't all rush out at once.

He then led all the Gryffindor students through the portrait of the fat woman one by one.

All the way down.

Until they entered the auditorium, which had been meticulously decorated by the professors.

Dylan glanced around.

He nodded in agreement.

The auditorium was also decorated quite well for Halloween this year.

Hundreds of pumpkins carved with hideous faces were neatly arranged on the four walls of the auditorium.

Candlelight spilled out from the hollowed-out eye sockets and wide-open mouth of the pumpkin.

The warm orange glow cast dancing shadows on the stone wall, making them look like countless little fairies blinking.

A swarm of silver-gray bats, conjured by Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Charm, hovered above the carved dome.

When the wings flap, they also create tiny specks of starlight, which complement the gilded chandeliers hanging above.

dappled sunlight spilled across the long tables of all the colleges.

Twelve bright orange velvet banners hung from above, their edges embroidered with menacing ghosts and shimmering wands in dark gold thread.

Many burning blue flames floated in the air, as if they would never go out.

The flames changed shape constantly as they flowed with the magical energy.

For example, sometimes she transforms into a screaming female ghost, drifting among the crowd.

Sometimes it twists and turns into a grinning pumpkin, bobbing up and down.

For a moment, there were candlelight, bat shadows, and leaping flames.

Intertwined into a flowing magical scroll.

The entire auditorium was transformed into a mysterious and vibrant Halloween wonderland.

Dylan sat down with the others.

The long table was covered with a sumptuous feast.

A huge roasted turkey, its skin glistening with tempting oil, sizzling loudly.

A mountain of Halloween-themed pumpkin pies, with a golden, crispy crust encasing a creamy, sweet filling.

It is also garnished with freshly picked mint leaves.

Plates of sizzling sausages, oozing with oil, exude a rich, meaty aroma.

"I'm hungry," Dylan said, smacking his lips.

(End of this chapter)