Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 222 He's not a god like Clow Reed.
The damp, chilly twilight of early winter seeped into Hogwarts Castle.

The Quidditch match ended, and although some unexpected events occurred, they couldn't dampen the excitement.

The noise echoed through the corridor.

After entering the castle, Dylan caught a glimpse of Cedric leaning alone against a stone pillar.

As Hedgehog's Seeker.

At this moment, after taking off their silver and yellow team uniforms.

A dark green scarf hung loosely around his neck.

"Today's dive was amazing. That final arc not only dodged the Dementors but also snatched the Golden Snitch. It was a really cool win."

The sound arrived before Dylan even got there.

Cedric paused slightly, then said, "Thank you—"

He looked up and found that the person who came was Dylan.

Moreover, the other party was a Gryffindor student.

For a moment, his expression became somewhat awkward, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

However, this did add a touch of refinement to his handsome face, making it less angular.

—His victory wasn't exactly fair to begin with, and although he had good relationships with many people in Gryffindor, being praised for his impressive win still made him a little embarrassed.

"Um, about this competition..."

Cedric opened his mouth.

Dylan smiled gently and slowly shook his head.

"You withstood the pressure from the Dementors in this competition and ultimately won the championship, which is reasonable and fair."

Cedric paused, then blinked. "Is that what you think?"

Dillen nodded naturally: "Although the rain is heavy, I can see clearly that your speed and reaction are much better than Harry's."

"Even if Harry hadn't been under pressure from the Dementors, you would definitely have been able to snatch the Golden Snitch before Harry in that final moment."

Cedric pursed his lips.

Is that right?

But why did he always feel that the Golden Snitch was actually trying to run towards Harry?

"Don't look so incredulous. As an observer, I see it all very clearly."

Dylan shrugged. "Otherwise, why do you think Wood would refuse your offer to replay the game? Just out of loyalty?"

"—Although he is quite prone to acting on impulse, this time he clearly wasn't."

"The reason Wood conceded the victory to Hufflepuff was simply because he loves Quidditch."

“You won fair and square. If he agrees to your proposal, it would be tantamount to him going against his conscience and blaming the Dementors for Gryffindor’s defeat.”

Dylan looked Cedric straight in the eye: "I think you and Wood are old acquaintances, you should know his character—he won't agree to you doing this."

Cedric sighed: "It's precisely because I know how much he loves Quidditch..."

Dylan interrupted him before he could finish speaking, saying, "Don't forget, you love Quidditch just as much—though I'm not a fan of it."

Cedric paused, then exhaled a deep breath and smiled with relief.

"I think that's true."

Dylan nodded: "That's more like it! Congratulations on winning a victory for Hufflepuff, but since I'm also a Gryffindor, I won't celebrate for you separately—your teammates will congratulate you."

Cedric smiled and said, "Then I'll go and celebrate with Wood after Gryffindor wins the match."

Dylan curled his lip: "That's your problem."

Cedric noticed that Dylan didn't seem particularly interested in Quidditch.

He wasn't particularly interested in winning or losing the competition.

After thinking for a moment, Cedric couldn't help but wink at Dylan: "So now that Gryffindor is the losing side, do you need me to use the food charm left behind by us Hufflepuffs to make you some pumpkin pie?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "No need, the Ravenclaw student council will bring them for me."

Cedric raised the corners of his mouth: "You mean Luna?"

“I’ve noticed that girl; she’s very pretty. Although I’ve heard many people say she’s a crazy kid, I think since you two can become good friends, the rumors might be false…”

"No, rumors always have some basis for being spread—even if that basis is very unreliable."

Dylan shook his head: "Luna is very smart, but her logic and thinking are quite different from normal people, which is why everyone thinks she is a crazy girl."

Cedric nodded slightly: "However, Luna is a second-year student after all, and she's not in the same college as me, so I don't interact with her much."

"But according to people I know at Ravenclaw, she gets along quite well with her classmates now."

"—More importantly, she's quite good at food magic, and some of the spells were even taught to her by people from our academy. I think she should be able to make a lot of delicious food now."

Dylan nodded in agreement: "I know that. Ever since we encountered the Secret Oven in Hufflepuff's kitchen last time, Luna has been communicating with people from your academy more and more frequently."

At first, many students at Ravenclaw thought Luna was an unapproachable classmate.

Luna used to occasionally borrow the kitchen from Hufflepuff, and actually got along quite well with the Hufflepuffs.

A while ago, Dylan would occasionally borrow Hufflepuff's kitchen with Luna and cook some food together.

After Luna finishes cooking, she will share the food with the Hufflepuffs.

As time went on, Luna became more and more familiar with the Hufflepuff students, which was quite normal.

Dylan even learned a few food spells from Luna.

Speaking of food spells.

Actually, this is quite different from the max-level cooking spell that Dylan had mastered before.

The cooking spells Dylan learned were nothing more than chopping, stir-frying, and deep-frying.

But this is the process of cooking.

In other words, he can use this spell on any dish.

The true food charms, or Hufflepuff's food spells, are spells that correspond to a specific food.

Before meeting Luna, Dylan had learned some of the food spells, but after occasionally cooking with Luna, his mastery and knowledge of food spells gradually increased.

“The secret oven, huh?” Cedric raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

"You know that oven?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, I saw that oven when I was in second grade,” Cedric nodded.

Dylan's curiosity was piqued.

"So what exactly is that oven? Was it really left behind by Headmaster Hufflepuff?"

Cedric pondered for a moment, then nodded, then shook his head.

"According to our academy's speculation, it may have been left behind by Headmaster Hufflepuff, but there is no evidence to support this, so we cannot be certain."

Cedric said, "But at least one thing I'm sure of is that this oven is bound to a lot of food spells, and many of them are ones that haven't been passed down in our academy."

Dylan smacked his lips, the thought of borrowing the oven resurfacing in his mind.

If only I could get my hands on that oven.

And analyze it thoroughly.

You might be able to learn many new spells.

Moreover, they are all quite precious, requiring constant research to develop into food magic spells.

Cedric looked out the window.

The rain was pouring down relentlessly.

The chilling aura emanating from the Dementors seems to linger in the air, not yet dissipating.

He fell silent for a moment.

Dylan looked at his expression and tilted his head. "What are you thinking about now?"

"It's those Dementors."

Cedric sighed.

"I don't know why they suddenly barged into Hogwarts territory. Have these Dementors gone out of control? Or is it the Ministry of Magic...?"

Cedric's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke.

The corridor was empty.

Their location was in a corner of the foyer.

In addition, the students have already passed by.

It's very quiet now.

However, outside, it was pouring rain.

Even though the corridor was quiet, it couldn't stop the sound of the torrential rain.

Therefore, Cedric's voice could only be heard by Dylan, who was standing next to him.

"Don't worry, this matter should have nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic."

—Even if there is a connection, it has nothing to do with Cedric.

"is it?"

Dylan nodded: "Yes, Dementors like to gather in happy atmospheres, where they can eat their fill."

"Quidditch in the downpour stirred up everyone's emotions—I think the headmaster should go and cause Fudge some trouble."

From this vantage point, even with his head tilted back, Dylan could only see the torrential rain outside the window, not the principal's office.

However, Dylan could easily imagine what Old Deng was doing at that moment.

"I think so too."

After a moment of silence, Cedric nodded slightly.

“I have studied at Hogwarts for so many years, and every time I see the headmaster, he is always kind and gentle. Even if a student makes a mistake, he will not be overly harsh.”

Cedric's eyes flickered slightly: "But... he seems genuinely angry this time. It's the first time I've ever seen him with this expression."

Dylan chuckled: "Yeah, even in last year's situation, he only showed a worried or serious expression."

Suddenly, Dylan changed the subject.

Instead of worrying about the Dementors getting out of control in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, you should think about whether there is anyone else who can influence the Dementors.

"other people?"

Cedric was taken aback again.

He suddenly realized something and his expression changed.

"Are you referring to... the mysterious person?"

Mystery man?
Dylan raised an eyebrow, realizing who Cedric was referring to.

He chuckled.

"Yes, but don't worry this time. It was really just an accident. And if it really was the work of that mysterious person, they certainly wouldn't have let the principal expel these Dementors so easily."

—If Old Deng hadn't acted so quickly this time, he could have easily used his Guardian Angel to sneak away and kidnap a few Dementors!
Dylan got a little angry when this was mentioned.

How did Old Deng react so quickly?
And crucially, his magic power is too immense.

Dylan wasn't sure if Old Dumbledore's magic would detect if he actually kidnapped one or two Dementors.

This resulted in him not being able to collect his last Dementor.

What a pity!

“Is that so? That’s good.” Cedric nodded slightly.

Dylan had previously hinted that his transformation into a tree-man might have been the work of a mysterious figure.

This has recently reminded him of what has happened at Hogwarts in recent years, and he feels uneasy about it.

He couldn't be sure that Dylan's divination would necessarily come true, nor was he certain that anything might happen to Dylan's divination.

The seemingly known future was constantly influencing his mind.

"Don't be so nervous. Didn't I already tell you last time that the future can be changed, provided you are prepared?"

"I try to be prepared at all times."

"...Well, there's no need to be so insistent on it."

"I'm sorry, I will try my best to clear my mind of these distracting thoughts and not let them bother me."

Cedric sighed softly, rubbed his temples, and then leaned against the wall.

A chill immediately seeped through his robes and into his body.

Dylan felt a tingling sensation emanating from Cedric, pursed his lips, and began to ponder something.

At this moment, Cedric spoke again.

"Dylan, am I really not going to die at the hands of the Mystic? You told me last time that everything that has happened at Hogwarts in the last two years is related to the Mystic."

He didn't know why he was being targeted by a mysterious person, or even why he would die at their hands.

Even though he knew there was no news of the mysterious person at all, he still couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"It seems you really need to learn a spell that can help you calm down."

Dylan rubbed his chin.

He had originally planned to come later.

That's just how it is at the moment.

If Cedric doesn't shut down his thoughts soon...

Voldemort might notice his speed even before the day he actually kills him.

— Dylan couldn't be sure when Voldemort would sneak in.

He's not the one who opens the door.

He spends all his time watching where Voldemort is.

He also has a lot of things to do.

Sometimes, even Dumbledore couldn't be omniscient enough to notice everything that happened in the castle, let alone him.

"I am not a god-like Clow Reed either."

He's just a magician with some abilities, a bit of cleverness, a little bit of a cheat code, and a particular love of learning.

Perhaps he has far surpassed his peers in his mastery of magic, and even some adult wizards are not as good as him.

However, when it comes to true magical skill...

Despite Dylan's profound understanding of the max-level spells he possessed.

However, his experience was unparalleled, as it was directly enhanced by his mastery of the spell.

"A curse? What curse?"

Cedric stared blankly at Dylan.

"this."

Dylan flipped his hand.

A booklet had appeared in his palm.

This was given to him by the professor.

(End of this chapter)