Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 217 Old Deng might even die because of Karthus.
Dylan looked at Cedric, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Are you here to ask me about your future?"

Cedric's eyes flickered, his lips pursed, and then he nodded.

"Yes."

Dylan chuckled. "The future is always unpredictable. How do you think you'd become a tree-man? Aren't you a badger?"

Cedric paused, then said, "You know what I want to ask..."

Dylan interrupted him: "I do know what you want to ask, but..."

Dylan paused slightly.

"The future is undefined, all I can tell you is—"

"Life is a fleeting candlelight, and death is an inevitable breath of wind."

"People will always leave this world."

Cedric's face turned deathly pale instantly. He felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly become soft and unsteady, and the whole world seemed to shake violently before his eyes.

This forced him to reach out and steady himself on the table in front of Dylan.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt tight, preventing him from making a sound.

Cedric lowered his head, his light golden hair falling in a slightly messy manner.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, gradually calming his breathing and his trembling body.

Dylan blinked.

This guy is stronger than he thought.

Finally, Cedric slowly raised his head, his eyes still lingering with fear, but then he tried to muster a stubbornness and determination.

He just stared straight at Dylan.

"Can the future really be changed? Do I have a chance to avoid becoming that terrifying creature, or even to die?"

He had heard many rumors about how ugly and disgusting the Boggart that Dylan faced at the time was, and how the tree-like creature it transformed into was.

He wasn't afraid of becoming ugly; he was afraid that he would eventually become someone who wasn't even human anymore.

He could hardly imagine what he would encounter in the future that would cause him to become a tree-man.

Even the divination professor gave Dylan extremely exaggerated praise.

In addition, he had asked the Weasley brothers from Gryffindor.

They told him that Dylan had demonstrated remarkably accurate prophetic abilities in their home.

Not to mention that Dylan was a respected figure among the deans of various colleges.

His magical talent and strength are also very strong.

—Anyone who can get a kind look from Professor Snape is definitely not weak.

So, even though Dylan was just a third-year wizard, Cedric inexplicably chose to trust him.

Dylan nodded: "Of course, the loom of fate never stops, and it will reweave unknown patterns according to your choices."

"The future is not a prophecy carved on a stone tablet, but rather quicksand held in the palm of your hand. You can decide your future."

"Can I... decide my own future?" Cedric frowned slightly.

Professor Trelawney once made one of the greatest predictions.

And this prophecy has already come true.

That is—the Dark Lord will die at the hands of the Savior.

In fact, the Dark Lord was ultimately defeated by Harry.

As for a baby.

How could a demon king, a ruthless killer who disregarded rules and reason, possessed profound magical power, and whose mere stomp could shake the entire magical world, die silently and without a trace overnight...?

Then you should ask "love".

"Maybe it's some kind of love potion at work."

Dylan collected the jumbled thoughts in his mind and then looked at Cedric.

"Don't worry, my predictions aren't necessarily 100% accurate, especially—maybe that tree-man just looks like you? Just like I said last time."

Cedric took a gentle breath through his nose.

"is it?"

He hesitated, then said, "Whether I end up like that or not, I will try my best to change."

"But I really want to know, if the future doesn't change, what will happen to my parents? Will they...?"

Dylan naturally knew what Cedric wanted to ask.

He shook his head slightly.

"Don't worry, your parents are safe—from what I've seen, of course, you know, your parents will be heartbroken for you in that state."

Cedric raised his left hand to cover his cheek, gently rubbing it with his thumb and forefinger.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

“I know they’ve told me since I was little that I’m a child they can be proud of, and I’ve always tried my best to do so.”

After wiping my face.

Cedric's mood improved considerably.

However, it made his cheeks a little red from rubbing, and his hair became even more disheveled.

"Although young wizards are not allowed to wander around outside now, you'd better wash your face so that people don't see you like this when you go back—I don't want to hear anyone gossiping about me and you again."

Dylan chuckled jokingly: "You have no idea, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the rumor that the tree spirit was you spread throughout the academy, and so many girls wanted to come to me to ask about you."

Cedric also smiled.

"I'm really sorry, but while I don't support early relationships in principle, if you want to have a romance in college, I can recommend some girls to you—they're all very cute, and some of them even have a crush on you, you know?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

ha?
Is there someone who secretly admires him?

Who is it?

Dylan suddenly became curious.

However, he didn't want to pry into the details.

Therefore, he did not press Cedric for answers, nor did he use his prophetic abilities to divine; instead, he simply smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I share your opinion. As students, how can we have a relationship in the academy? Right now, I just want to focus on learning magic."

Cedric looked at Dylan approvingly: "No wonder the professors praise you so highly; your current spirit alone deserves recognition."

Cedric didn't beg Dylan to do another divination to figure out what changes he should make to reverse that terrifying future.

In his understanding, exploring information across the river of time is certainly not a simple matter.

Not to mention helping others or changing their fate.

Cedric didn't want Dylan to pay any price for this.

Firstly, he couldn't afford it.

Secondly, he didn't want to trouble Dylan too much.

"Thank you for telling me all this. It wasn't a wasted trip."

Cedric gave Dylan a slight bow: "Then I won't disturb you any longer."

Dylan nodded: "I don't mind you bothering me. If you have any questions, you can come and talk to me again. But don't worry, I don't think you'll turn into that kind of monster."

—It was Dylan who deliberately made Boggart that way to prevent him from revealing some of his information.

So Dylan wasn't wrong; Cedric really wouldn't turn into a tree-man.

It will just die in the future.

But he still hoped that Cedric, once he entered the Ministry of Magic, would become his confidant and help him with both respectable and shady matters.

Coupled with his identity as Karthus, he will one day unify the magical world! "Hmm, I want to unify the magical world, I just want everyone to work for me, there shouldn't be anything wrong with that, right?"

There are already so many capitalists, what's one more?

—No one can hang him from a street lamp!
"Thank you. I think I'll come see you again in the next few days after I've calmed down. I hope you won't bother me too much then."

"Do whatever you like."

After Cedric left, Dylan continued flipping through the books in front of him.

"That idiot Xiao Fuzi only thinks about killing the enemy. If he had chosen to use love to influence everyone, he would have unified the magic world long ago."

Talent is what creates value.

If everyone is killed, what's the point of unifying the magic world, or even the world?
If you only want people to submit to you, you'll end up losing them too. What's the point of submitting then?

"But Voldemort really is like a ghost. He kills people, turns them into ghosts, and then makes them submit. Considering Voldemort's madman's thought process, it seems quite reasonable."

Dylan originally had no intention of unifying the world.

Of course, he's not particularly interested in this idea right now.

All he wants now is to absorb as much knowledge as possible and learn magic.

If one day he masters most of the knowledge, like Voldemort, he will have learned almost all the dark magic in the world.

Perhaps his ambition to unify the world will, like Voldemort's, grow stronger with his increasing power.

Even so, by then, he just wanted everyone else to work for him.

Create Galleons and provide experimental materials.

This supported him in conducting round after round of complex experiments.

"I've only just begun my journey in learning magic; there's still so much more I can do."

Dylan flips through the book.

Just as I was about to let go of Cedric, another image popped into my mind.

—An old man with a full head of white hair and a long beard fell from the top of the tower.

Dylan paused as he turned the pages of the book.

"Hmm... Before Sirius died, I could just bring him into my world to do chores for me, but Old Deng is asking for death, so I can't exactly bring him into my world too, can I?"

With Old Deng around, will his world be taken over by this old geezer?

Dylan really didn't know.

However, even if Dumbledore wanted to die, that would be a matter for later.

Moreover, Dumbledore wanted to die for two reasons: one, to protect Harry, and two, to help Snape regain Voldemort's absolute trust.

In addition, there is another point.

That is, when Dumbledore was searching for Horcruxes, he wore a cursed ring, which caused serious damage to his body, putting him in critical condition.

Realizing that his days were numbered, he chose to end his life in this way.

And he risked his life to push the entire war in a direction favorable to justice.

However, it was just a little Fuzi...

Now, a soul has been locked away in his world.

To be honest, Dylan is quite looking forward to seeing what kind of trouble Voldemort will cause next.

He wanted to see what it would be like to have his soul split into so many parts, and to have his mind twisted and his soul gradually driven mad.

How would Voldemort's use and understanding of Dark Magic differ from that of Riddle, that little brat?

This is also one of the experiments he has always wanted to do.

Although Dylan had unlocked Voldemort's skill set, learning spells and understanding magic are two completely different things.

"When that time comes, what Old Dumbledore might exchange his life for isn't Snape gaining Voldemort's trust, but rather Snape infiltrating Karthus's inner circle and gaining Karthus's trust."

Dylan smacked his lips.

I spent the evening at the library.

Dylan arrived at the owl shed.

I fed Luna some meat strips, and also fed Luna's smog some.

“hoo-hoo——”

Luna's brownwood owl chirped merrily, then gave Luna one of the meat strips Dylan had fed him.

Dylan narrowed his eyes as he watched his snowy owl get along well with Luna's haze.

"You kid..."

Dylan, however, wouldn't interfere with the "love" between his pets.

—If they exist.

Furthermore, Dylan doesn't usually use owls to deliver messages.

Especially since Ron's father, Mr. Arthur, had learned how to make a magic telephone after his guidance last time.

If anything really happens, he can just call his parents.

Sending letters is quite troublesome.

Moreover, in terms of time.

Although the owls in the wizarding world undergo special training.

But in essence, they still have no magic.

So even if we can deliver messages accurately under normal circumstances.

There will be some delay before the letter reaches the recipient.

This is nowhere near as convenient as making a phone call.

After feeding the two owls.

Dylan went out for a meal and then returned to his dorm room.

The result was the day after Cedric came to see him.

That is, the evening of the next day.

Dylan and Cedric bumped into each other again in the hallway.

Dylan had only intended to greet the other person, but Cedric pulled him to a corner and asked him a bunch of random questions.

This time, he mainly asked about his parents.

He didn't want to trouble Dylan with his own safety.

But he still wanted to ask a few more questions about his parents' safety.

Dylan naturally responded with a string of comforting words: "Don't worry, it'll be alright, everything will be fine..." and brushed it off.

After receiving a reassuring answer, Cedric left.

For some time after that.

Cedric and Dylan would greet each other whenever they met, and the two seemed to be good friends.

But in reality, they just interact more often than others.

Dylan felt it was similar to his relationship with Luna.

We are all classmates and friends who can talk to each other.

Furthermore, Dylan also had the idea of ​​recruiting Cedric as his subordinate.

Naturally, she wouldn't refuse to improve her relationship with Cedric.

This change was also noticed by others in the college.

Until the weekend...

(End of this chapter)