Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 214 The Madman Who Climbed Out of Azkaban!

Chapter 214 The Madman Who Climbed Out of Azkaban!
After a full meal.

Suddenly, all the pumpkin lanterns in the auditorium went out.

Neville, who was standing next to Dylan, suddenly shuddered.

"what happened……"

"Don't panic, it's just a performance."

"Dylan said softly."

Neville then nodded.

At this moment, wisps of cold mist rose from the cracks in the marble floor.

The flames leaping on the candlestick were eerily tilted to one side.

Countless distorted shadows were also reflected on the walls.

Then, a few wisps of translucent silver mist drifted out from behind the tapestry, gradually coalescing into an old ghost wearing a tall hat.

He pointed lightly into the air, and hundreds of ghostly blue flames surrounded the pumpkin lanterns.

A pale blue light fell from the ceiling, illuminating the entire auditorium like a moonlit graveyard.

Then, dozens of ghosts emerged from under the long tables where the students were eating and began to dance a medieval court dance in the aisle.

The most sensational was headless Nick.

His head was tilted to one side, hanging from his neck, connected only by a spiderweb-like muscle.

"Gentlemen, please look!"

Nick's voice buzzed in his empty chest.

As he narrated, the air in the auditorium began to distort, and the classical songs being sung from somewhere nearby grew increasingly impassioned.

It's as if time has flowed back a hundred years.

The young wizards from the four houses screamed and laughed as they watched the headless Nick being pinned to the guillotine by the executioner, the gleaming axe falling.

The music echoing in the auditorium reached its peak.

Next, Nick was fine, of course—he was almost headless anyway.

The ghosts' axes were clearly no match for Nick's, which remained stubbornly attached to his neck.

However, this visually striking and dramatic performance undoubtedly brought the atmosphere in the auditorium to a climax.

The young wizards' exclamations were deafening, like a pot exploding.

Dylan nodded silently.

Who came up with the idea of having ghosts perform in a musical?

Moreover, it involves making someone who has already been beheaded relive their death experience.

It’s also absolutely amazing.

The ghosts took their final bow in mid-air.

The candles in the auditorium were lit again.

The applause from all the young wizards lasted a long time.

Hermione excitedly tugged at Harry's sleeve.

Ron even forgot to put the pumpkin pie next to him into his mouth.

Even Neville, who was next to Dylan, blushed and clapped his hands.

"Wow, that's really exciting! Thank goodness we no longer have this method of execution by beheading."

Dylan glanced at Neville.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that he had needed to use the heads of some organisms in some of his previous experiments.

So they chopped off the heads of several Cornish elves and goblins.

Dylan nodded: "Yeah, now it's the Dementors who eat your brains."

Neville's expression froze, and his smile became forced: "It's pretty scary, huh?"

The Halloween dinner was completely over.

Students from the four colleges emerged from the warm auditorium.

Almost everyone was captivated by the atmosphere of the Halloween dinner.

Everyone was very happy.

Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows.

Dappled light and shadow are cast on the corridors of the Gryffindor Tower.

The Gryffindor students were preparing to return to the common room.

But then they suddenly discovered something extremely wrong.

Dylan walked forward.

The corridor was packed with people.

No one entered the lounge.

"Huh? This..."

Dylan suddenly realized that it seemed that a certain plot had started again.

He couldn't help but pinch his forehead: "Such a happy day, it never lets anyone have a moment to rest."

He also said that he would go back and get some rest, and that he would not study or research anything today.

Unexpectedly, just when I was finally preparing to take a short break, something happened.

"Excuse me! Please let me through! Excuse me! Please make way for me!"

Percy's voice broke through the noise from behind.

He squeezed through the crowd to the front of the corridor.

Dylan didn't push forward; instead, he stood at the very back of the line with Neville.

Neville looked anxious: "What's going on now...?"

Dylan shrugged. "I think someone might have sneaked into Hogwarts while we were at the dinner party."

Neville was shocked: "What?!"

Dylan shook his head: "Don't panic, let's see what the professor says when he gets here."

at the same time.

After Percy skillfully parted the crowd with his elbow, he glanced around with dissatisfaction.

"Why are you all gathered here instead of going in? Don't tell me you've all lost your memories and can't even remember such a simple command as 'exploding a dung bomb'."

Percy's gaze shifted to the front door, which should have been guarded by the plump lady: "I am the student council president, please cooperate—"

However, before he could finish speaking, the moment he squeezed in front of the portrait, he froze on the spot.

"This this……"

Percy's teeth chattered slightly, and he staggered back, his voice suddenly becoming shrill, almost cracking: "Go—find Professor Dumbledore! Hurry!"

Percy's words acted as a trigger, causing the crowd crammed in the corridor to suddenly step back.

Dylan stepped to the side.

Neville hunched over, but peeked out and looked ahead.

It's not very clear.

He stood behind Dylan again, on tiptoe.

In the fleeting moment when the crowd mingled.

He saw that the plump lady, who should have been all smiles, was now a mess.

—The crooked cracks on the canvas resemble claw marks, and rough linen is revealed beneath the peeling paint. The tattered frame sways gently against the wall.

"Oh my god! What's going on?"

Neville stared in shock, a sudden surge of intense fear rising within him.

Dylan casually reassured her, "Don't be nervous. I think there was an intruder who wanted to enter our lounge, but was refused by the fat lady and ended up using extremely cruel methods against her."

Neville was taken aback.

He turned his head and looked at Dylan.

No child?
There were intruders who tore the fat lady to pieces like this.

And they even hid in their dormitory!
—You call this not being nervous??
Neville's body began to tremble.

They could even tear up the portrait of the fat lady.

How ferocious must that guy who broke in be?
—Could the other party be an evil beast?!
Neville wanted to retreat with the flow of people.

He was terrified that if he stayed any longer, a ferocious and terrifying beast would burst out of the Gryffindor common room.

They devoured the defenseless students alive, bleeding them dry.

—No, Dylan isn't that weak.

As long as he stays by Dylan's side, he should be fine...

Thinking of this, Neville shrank back, hiding tightly behind Dylan, with no intention of running away with the others. But as he stared at the empty picture frame, the fear in his heart still lingered.

"Holy Mother, could it be that the fat lady has already..."

Dylan shook his head: "Look closely, there is no trace of the Fat Lady in those paintings on the ground, while the portraits of Hogwarts have their own unique world."

Dylan paused, thinking of the portrait of the professor he had asked the professors to make for him.

Creating a truly human portrait requires a long and meticulous process.

Dylan wasn't in a hurry.

"So I think the fat lady might be hiding in other portraits."

"is that so……"

Neville glanced at the uneven canvases.

The edges of the canvas are torn by sharp claws and wounds from being bitten by wild beasts.

However, the fat lady was not found in the remaining canvas.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the fat lady seemed to be alright.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached from afar.

Dumbledore's silver beard rippled rapidly in the night.

His long robe billowed in a whirlwind, quickly bringing him to the fat lady's picture frame.

Tap the wand lightly.

Suddenly, several blue flames burst forth from the tip of his staff, then floated in mid-air, clearly illuminating the mess on the ground.

Professor McGonagall also arrived.

After all, it was Gryffindor that had the incident.

As the vice-principal and head of Gryffindor, she was naturally notified by the Gryffindor students.

However, she arrived in a great hurry, and her checkered hat was tilted to one side.

Professor McGonagall gripped her wand tightly, her eyes scanning her surroundings warily to prevent any unexpected incidents from occurring.

Dumbledore stared at the gruesome scratch marks on the wall, a cold glint in his glasses.

Subsequently, Professor Snape and Professor Lupin also arrived.

Professor Snape, shrouded in a black robe and hidden in the shadows, had his thin lips pressed into a line beneath his aquiline nose.

Professor Lupin then crouched down and used his wand to pick up a fragment of the canvas.

"It doesn't seem like an ordinary attack spell."

Professor Snape scoffed, "Clearly, this is either dark magic, or..."

He paused, then said, "A monster has sneaked into the school."

“In any case, I think we should try to catch up with them as soon as possible.” Professor Lu Ping stood up.

Dumbledore's aged voice rang out, his tone unusually dignified.

“She must have hidden in one of the other portraits. We need to find her to find out what really happened.”

Dumbledore turned around: "Minerva, inform all professors to search the common rooms of all houses."

“Severus, check all the secret passages.”

"Lupin, summon the nocturnal birds to patrol the tower."

“Filch, search every single painting at Hogwarts. I need you to find the Fat Lady as soon as possible.”

Old Deng looked at the trembling students, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

His tone also softened a bit.

“Children, go back to the auditorium. I cannot allow you to leave until the professor has determined the results.”

A chilly wind swirled a few scraps of canvas through the corridor.

Suddenly, a shrill laugh rang out.

Peeves darted out from the corner of the corridor, its translucent body glowing eerily, and then hung upside down above the crowd's heads, swaying back and forth, its eyes darting around rapidly.

"Wow, this is lively! I thought there was a bunch of little goblins fighting here."

When Dumbledore saw Peeves, he raised his hand to signal the restless students to quiet down.

"You little rascal, perhaps you'd like to share some of your experiences?"

Old Deng's tone was very calm, but when Pipi Gui faced him, the exaggerated expressions on his face were slightly restrained.

Just as it was about to speak, it caught a glimpse of Dylan standing by the wall, arms crossed, silently watching it.

Pipi Ghost's expression stiffened slightly.

Dumbledore looked at it with some surprise.

Then I was just about to turn around and see who Pipi was looking at.

However, Pipi Ghost immediately looked away and said, "Poor beauty, she was so frightened that she ran into the Summer Riverside on the fifth floor. She's probably hiding behind a willow tree, sobbing now."

Pipi Ghost chuckled, but the laughter sounded rather stiff.

"Her blush looks like a ghost—even more ghostly than mine!"

Dumbledore turned around, only to see a group of students.

After looking around a few more times, he spotted Dylan, who appeared calm and collected, among the group of students.

Dumbledore paused.

He turned his head and focused his gaze back on Pippi.

Peeves, who had been chuckling awkwardly, covered his mouth and coughed a few times in the face of Dumbledore's gaze.

"She's so pitiful, her clothes are all torn."

Did she describe the attacker's appearance?

Pipi Ghost nodded: "Of course, he wanted to come in, but she didn't want him to, so he got angry and wanted to tear her to pieces!"

"Oh! How cruel! And her temper is terrifying!"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes: "Who is it?"

Pipi was originally hanging upside down in the air.

Dumbledore seemed very serious.

It dared not continue joking.

Then it was reversed.

Face Dumbledore squarely.

Then he waved his hands, making strange noises and uttering a hoarse voice.

"The great demon! That madman who crawled out of Azkaban—Sirius Black!"

Mischievous Pikachu waved his hands wildly, as if imitating Sirius Black tearing at a canvas.

"He tore the portrait into shreds more than I ripped up my notebook! Maybe I should learn from him!"

Dumbledore watched it silently.

Mischievous Ghost snapped out of his daze and quickly changed the subject: "Of course, I don't usually tear up anyone's homework."

Upon hearing this answer, Dumbledore swung his wand.

In an instant, a voice almost enveloped the entire Hogwarts.

"Tonight, Hogwarts will be lit with the Patronus Charm all night long. Children, go to the Great Hall, where someone will tell you what has happened."

"But don't be afraid."

"Remember—courage is not the absence of fear, but going forward with fear!"

The words fell.

Dumbledore then instructed Professor McGonagall to lead everyone to the Great Hall first.

Dylan naturally followed the crowd and walked out.

He noticed that Old Deng didn't seem to have any unexpected feedback on Pipi Ghost's answer to him.

At this moment, Neville stayed close to him.

Like a guardian deity.

—However, it seems that this protector needs the person he is protecting to protect him.

As Dylan walked, he turned his head and glanced at Pippi.

The latter immediately shrank his neck.

They vanished in a flash.