Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 215 I'll talk to you about philosophy, you'll talk to me about magic

A faint chill seeped in through the crack in the door, carried by the night wind.

But soon, as Dumbledore raised his wand, the warmth in the Great Hall returned.

The gold and silver tableware on the long table had already been removed.

All kinds of delicious food have also disappeared.

Instead, there were piles of gray wool blankets.

There were also many steaming copper kettles, bubbling and emitting white steam.

The Gryffindor students huddled together in twos and threes.

Hermione had been doing something for a while, but after sitting down opposite Dylan, her curly hair was a mess, like a tangled ball of yarn.

While comforting the sobbing Lavender, she nervously flipped through the book "Defense Against Magic" lying on her lap.

Ron sat not far from Hermione, just a few seats away, with Harry in between.

The two of them sat on a bench covered with a blanket, and their expressions were not very good.

"Squeak-"

The heavy door was pushed open.

The little snakes of Slytherin filed in one after another.

Next up is Hufflepuff.

Many of them were wearing thick yellow and black striped sweaters, and some were even carrying a pottery jar in their arms.

Dylan guessed that it probably contained snacks or similar items they had made before.

Finally, it was Ravenclaw's team.

Many people were holding pillows and books.

The Halloween decorations in the auditorium had not yet been taken down.

Dumbledore stepped onto the podium.

All the pumpkin lanterns lit up at once.

The warm golden light illuminated Old Deng's silvery-white beard.

"Children, I think you all heard my telepathic message. Tonight, a terrible incident has occurred, and the entire Hogwarts will be under close surveillance."

"The professors will search every corner of the castle. For your safety, this will be your accommodation for the night."

The voice just fell.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick waved their wands simultaneously.

The doors of the auditorium closed one after another, and were then sealed shut by a magic spell.

The airflow generated as they closed in sequence, carrying a chill, rushed into the auditorium, only to be dispelled by the warmth emanating from within.

Finally, only one entrance/exit remained ajar.

Professor Snape cast a spell, binding silver chains around the door frame.

“Prefects.”

Dumbledore turned to the older students standing in the front row.

Percy immediately straightened his back.

"Please guard all entrances and exits of the auditorium, and remember what I said about courage—I think you will understand when you stand firm in your duties at this moment."

Dumbledore's gaze then turned to the position of the student council president.

Percy straightened his back even more.

"Student council presidents (male and female), you are responsible for maintaining order at the scene. If anything unusual occurs—"

Suddenly, a blue light the size of a flock of pigeons burst forth from the tip of his wand.

The next moment, many ghosts passed through the walls of the auditorium and gathered there.

"You don't need to leave this place. Just summon the ghosts closest to you and have them deliver my message on your behalf."

After saying this, Dumbledore turned to leave.

However, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His gaze swept over the students huddled between the long tables.

"I almost forgot the most important thing."

Dumbledore chuckled softly, his wand tracing an elegant arc in the air.

In an instant, a galaxy was torn open in the dome of the auditorium.

Countless silver-blue specks of light poured down.

The specks of light fall to the ground and instantly transform into thick sleeping bags.

Gryffindor is red.

Slytherin is green.

Hufflepuff is yellow.

Ravenclaw is blue.

These sleeping bags seemed to still carry the scent of freshly dried hay.

They were neatly arranged next to each long table.

"Hopefully these will help you sleep a little better."

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

The pumpkin lanterns overhead went out one after another.

Only a few pumpkin lanterns detached from the ceiling and then floated on the four walls of the auditorium.

In the blink of an eye, the light in the auditorium became soft and dim.

"Remember, no matter what noise you hear, do not leave here. Don't worry, the professors and I will not let any danger break through the auditorium's defenses."

Dumbledore cast concerned glances around.

Then he turned around and walked with Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and the others toward the half-open door.

The professors' figures passed through the narrow crack in the door one by one.

Finally, all the professors left, and the heavy wooden door slowly closed.

The Chains Charm that Professor Snape had cast earlier made a crisp clicking sound.

Clearly, the professors outside had completely isolated the auditorium from the outside world.

After the professors left.

Although everyone was given a sleeping bag.

But nobody wanted to sleep.

The students felt both adrenaline-pumped and somewhat fearful about today's situation.

"I heard it was Sirius Black who did it. That madman escaped from Azkaban and now he's infiltrated Hogwarts. I wonder what he's up to!"

The Gryffindor students clearly had more to say about this incident.

Students from other houses soon learned the general outline of what had happened from Gryffindor.

Neville wrapped himself in a wool blanket.

His expression carried a hint of unease.

"Dylan, what do you think Sirius wants?"

Dylan gave him a helpless look.

It only took one night.

He felt that Neville had already asked him several times what had happened, what was going on, and what the other person was trying to do.
He shook his head slowly.

"It's obvious he's trying to evade the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors."

"Uh……"

Nawi paused.

"Why hide in our school? And why vandalize our dorms—and even hurt Madam Fat! She's such a kind person!"

Dylan blinked.

kind?

It seems so.

He shrugged.

You can never know when someone who wants to hurt you will come to your side.

Upon hearing this, Neville glanced at Dylan.

"Is that so? But for someone who can predict the future, it shouldn't be..."

Dylan: ...

I talk to you about philosophy, and you talk to me about magic.

Ok, Ok.

It seems unlikely that Voldemort will make a major appearance this school year.

As for Sirius...

Actually, about this guy.

If his only goal was to save him from the Ministry of Magic, this was unnecessary.

Because Hermione would do that.

If he wanted to bring Sirius into his own world...

This means that he cannot easily release Sirius.

Secondly, he couldn't possibly conduct various experiments on Sirius Black.

What if it turns someone into an idiot?

This foolishness, however small, is not necessarily a crime of stupidity.

—In fact, he was already stupid enough.

Dylan didn't want to invite this guy into his world only to end up treating him like a king.

Alternatively, simply let them do odd jobs in their own world.

Dylan also felt it was unnecessary.

So—"Let whoever wants to meddle in this matter do so; it's so late, I need to go to sleep."

Dylan yawned.

In fact, it was already quite late when the banquet ended.

I had originally planned to play leisurely with the coal balls for a while in the evening before going to sleep.

Now.

He still wants to play with his pet for a while before going to sleep.

“Navie, I’m a little sleepy. Why don’t you chat with Dean and Seamo for a while?”

Neville paused for a moment, then said, "Are you going to sleep? Okay, then go to sleep."

He really wanted Dylan to chat with him.

But we also know that when Dylan says he's going to sleep, he really means it.

Fortunately, there were quite a few people in the auditorium.

The presence of so many people brought him some comfort.

Therefore, they didn't force Dylan to stay sober.

He was too embarrassed to ask Dylan to do it.

Who doesn't let people sleep?

Dylan sent Neville away.

—This guy, wrapped in a fleece blanket, crawled over to Seamus's side.

The group continued chatting noisily.

Dylan rubbed his slightly sore temples.

—These little brats are really noisy when they get together.

Dylan drew his wand and twirled it slightly.

"Soft and Fluffy Triple Spell!"

—It's actually a variant of the Transfiguration Charm.

The instant the magic takes effect.

The red sleeping bag that Old Deng threw down to him was instantly covered by magic and then gradually expanded into a fluffy sleeping bag.

It looks noticeably warmer and more comfortable.

The sleeping bag was bright red, so bright and eye-catching that it was quite jarring.

Dylan smacked his lips.

"Old Deng really has no aesthetic sense."

However, it is a sleeping bag after all.

Once you close your eyes, you can't see any colors anymore.

Before crawling inside, Dylan cast a silencing spell on his sleeping bag.

Then pull the sleeping bag in from the inside.

Then, he tried to take out his briefcase.

However, it was discovered that although the sleeping bag was warm enough and not cramped, it still seemed not enough to accommodate a suitcase.

Dylan blinked.

"Hmm, never mind, I won't go play with Coal Ball and the others then. I'll just go to bed early tonight."

There's no way Old Deng and his men could find Sirius today.

—At least not on the surface.

As for whether Old Man Deng would secretly find Sirius Black, or even help him evade the Ministry of Magic's pursuit.

That has even less to do with Dylan.

"Before Blake dies, I might be able to collect him into my world. By then, he'll be dead to everyone else anyway, so he might as well just be in my space doing odd jobs."

Moreover, if Professor Snape were ever in a bad mood and wanted to vent his anger on him, Dylan could simply pull out Black and divert Professor Snape's hatred.

This is a good thing.

"Or I could give Black as a birthday present to Professor Snape one year."

Deciding what gifts to give professors each year is a troublesome and headache-inducing task.

Dylan didn't go into the pet space, but instead threw a lot of snacks at Coal Ball and the others.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

outside world.

Seamus, along with Dean, was pulling along several other Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff classmates, vividly recounting what had happened at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room that day.

Seeing Neville approaching, they invited him to chat.

When he turned around, he saw Dylan already inside his sleeping bag, seemingly about to go to sleep.

Instantly, their voices involuntarily lowered.

"Ok?"

Several Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students standing nearby were taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Neville whispered to Seamus and Dylan, "Don't worry, Dylan used a silencing charm on his sleeping bag."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

But then he blinked and looked at Neville: "Then why are you speaking so softly?"

“Uh…” Neville blinked again, then scratched his head.

The group turned around, looked at the students from other colleges, and smiled sheepishly: "It's nothing, let's continue!"

Just then, Luna got up from the Ravenclaw table and slowly walked over to Neville and the others.

Luna was seen approaching.

Hermione, who had been chatting with Harry and the others about something, suddenly looked up.

Luna approached Neville: "Have you seen Dylan?"

Neville's eyelashes blinked rapidly.

This is……

He opened his mouth: "Dylan..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hermione suddenly stood up, leaving a bewildered Harry behind, and Ron, who was rolling his eyes, also came over.

"What are you doing with him?"

Luna turned her head to look at Hermione, tilting her head slightly as her long hair fell down.

"What's the matter with you?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and shook her head: "What? I'm asking you what's wrong!"

Neville looked at the two men, who seemed to be at odds with each other, completely bewildered.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he quickly stood up and tried to smooth things over.

"Stop arguing, Dylan is already asleep. What do you need him for?"

Hermione said, "No matter what, he never likes to be disturbed while he's sleeping, so you should try talking to him tomorrow."

Luna ignored Hermione and turned to look at Neville.

The latter pursed his lips and nodded.

He also accepted this explanation.

Luna nodded slightly.

She still trusted the chubby boy who had always been by Dylan's side.

Moreover, she never sensed any hostility from Neville.

Not even a trace.

So normally, besides Dylan.

She would also exchange a few words with Neville from time to time.

—When we met.

Or rather, whenever Dylan and Luna made plans to do something, Neville would often be by Dylan's side.

One to two to go.

Luna naturally became acquainted with Neville.

Dylan slept all night.

Wait until you wake up the next day.

He pulled open his sleeping bag.

It crawled out from inside.

Then he stretched.

By this time, the light emitted by the pumpkin lanterns on the wall was already very faint.

—The morning sunlight is enough to completely cover them.

However, this enchanted pumpkin lantern can keep the lights on all night.

This is enough to demonstrate how profound the skill of the person who cast this spell is.

Dylan flexed his arms and did some simple exercises with his limbs.

"I could be lying in my big bed with my pets, but now I'm stuck in this sleeping bag."

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

Although he doesn't intend to bring Sirius into his world to work as a laborer right now.

but……

Until that day comes.

He will let Sirius Black personally experience their old school motto once again.

—Don't wander around during Hogwarts curfew!
(End of this chapter)