Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 229 That. Insect Tail? Does anyone else have that name?

"This humiliation curse is quite interesting. Others holding this map will only see a blank parchment."

Dylan smiled.

"It can be activated if the right method is used, but if Professor Snape gets his hands on this map, even if he does nothing, it will still be covered with insults directed at him."

Dylan recalled how he had processed the humiliation curse yesterday while studying the map.

He found……

Harry's father and his friends have a very sharp tongue.

And it's not the kind of sharp tongue that Professor Snape has.

It was a poison with a foul odor.

Those words were a complete insult to Snape.

Dylan was also a little confused.

Why did Potter and his friends target Snape so much during their school days?

In every aspect, they even wish they could bully others.

"No wonder Professor Snape's mouth is like poison to other people."

—Although Dylan didn’t think Professor Snape’s words would have any psychological impact on him.

But others obviously don't think so.

All I can say is that Professor Snape honed these skills from a young age.

Just imagine.

During one's student years, one must engage in verbal sparring with one's arch-nemesis every day.

Moreover, one must guard against the other party's tricks in every aspect.

Having had such an experience, it's naturally difficult for a person's personality to become gentle afterwards.

After hearing Dylan's words, Harry couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

“I never imagined that my father would target Professor Snape like this.”

He held the Marauder's Map that Dylan had given him and mumbled something.

"No wonder Professor Snape always disliked me and targeted me at every turn. I had no idea how I had offended him before."

Dylan chuckled: "It's alright. Now you know. Just remember not to let Professor Snape find out you're using this map, or he'll put you on red alert."

"Red temperature? What does that mean?" Harry's face showed curiosity.

“I’m just angry.” Dylan waved his hand lightly. “Let me briefly explain how to use this map.”

"To activate the map, you first need to chant a spell with your wand."

"Repeat after me—I solemnly swear I will not do any good deeds!"

"what?"

Harry stood there, stunned.

"This... I mean, this phrase is a spell? Are you sure?"

Dylan looked at Harry without saying a word, as if waiting for him to repeat after him.

Although I find this spell very strange.

But Harry, on the contrary, became interested.

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good!"

The two faced each other.

Harry looked determined.

It's like wanting to join a magic guild.

And after he finished speaking.

His wand tip had just touched the parchment.

The light gray ink marks resembled dandelion fluff scattered by the wind.

It ripples lightly from the point of contact.

—It's not a chaotic scattering, but rather an order imbued with a certain tacit understanding.

When they touch each other, they gently intertwine.

In the blink of an eye, the entire yellowed sheet of paper was covered with weaving.

And at the top of the page.

The dark color suddenly turned into a vibrant grassy green.

The strokes are winding.

It curled up into an exaggerated arc.

"A moon-shaped face, a worm's tail, large feet, and a pointed fork—"

To all the gentlemen whose mischievous spirits reside within magic—

"This is a special gift for you—"

"Marauder's Map!"

Harry looked at the text at the top.

However, he only glanced at it once before looking away.

His gaze was fixed on the center of the map, and he couldn't look away.

"This is... a tower in Hogwarts Castle, this is a cloister... how come there's even a kitchen chimney?"

Harry looked amazed.

Every detail of Hogwarts Castle was clearly depicted in ink lines.

What is even more noteworthy is...

Harry noticed.

Inside the Hogwarts Castle depicted on the map.

There are also quite a few small black spots.

Some are moving slowly.

Some, however, walk with incredible speed.

Each dot is accompanied by a tiny name.

It looks as if someone scattered a handful of walking black diamonds on the castle's blueprints.

"Are these little black dots students from the castle? Are they all recorded on this map, no matter where they are?"

Harry asked Dylan in amazement.

"Well, that's right."

Dylan nodded.

Then Harry's strange voice rang out.

"Wait a minute, why is there only one small black dot here?"

Harry tapped on the black dot and found only a pair of footprints.

Harry paused, turned to look at Dylan, and then looked back at the map.

He turned it over and over, but all he could see were a pair of footprints.

"This...this seems to even show ghosts—I saw Nick who was almost headless, but why isn't Dylan here?"

Dylan snorted: "Those two guys, Fred and George, actually use this map to check my location every now and then. Although I don't mind letting them know where I've been, the map can't stay in their hands forever."

"Just like now, we choose to give you the map, and you may give the map to someone else later."

As Dylan spoke, Harry blinked, then quickly added, "I will never give the gifts you gave me to anyone else!"

Dylan:_ゝ

“…Good ambition, but what I mean is, you can’t use this map forever—it’s just a map of Hogwarts.”

"Then you might think of giving it to your best friend, or to your son, or have it confiscated by the professor."

"—My son?!"

Harry gasped in surprise.

He's only a teenager, how could he possibly have a son?!
"Don't rush, I'm just giving an example."

Dylan patted Harry on the shoulder: "Anyway, don't get off topic. After I got this map, I changed some settings so that the map can no longer determine my location."

Dylan said, "So you can keep it for yourself, give it to someone else, or have the professors confiscate it if they catch you."

"At least my location won't be exposed at Hogwarts."

Harry paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "I see—that makes sense. If the professor finds out about this map, it will definitely be confiscated!"

Harry took another look at the Marauder's Map in his hand.

Looking at the terrain he had traversed many times before.

Harry scratched his head: "It feels like there are a lot of special passages in Hogwarts?"

Dylan nodded: "There are indeed quite a few secret passages, some of which were probably dug out secretly by your father and his men."

Harry: (_)……

Even though he didn't do any of these things, he felt a little embarrassed.

What exactly did his biological father do at school?
This is a little different from the image of his father that he had imagined.
“Take a look at this road.”

Dylan reached out his hand.

Place the dot on the map.

Harry looked over.

Dylan was pointing to the fourth floor.

There is a statue there. — A statue of a one-eyed, hunchbacked witch.

"We're about to head to Hogsmeade Village. If you'd like to go too, this passage will help you get there as smoothly as possible."

"Really!"

Harry's eyes lit up immediately.

Dylan shrugged.

"I'm just giving you a recommendation; I can't guarantee you won't run into Filch and Mrs. Lorris on the way."

"As far as I know, besides this secret passage, some passages are dilapidated and abandoned, and some are very unsafe to walk through."

"So my personal suggestion is that you can go this way."

Harry nodded repeatedly.

“I will follow your advice completely, Dylan.”

"...No need for that. If you have any ideas, just follow your own. Don't worry about my advice."

Dylan didn't want Harry to accidentally take the wrong path because he followed his advice too closely, and then come back and tell him how thrilling and exciting the journey was.

When he first started school, Dylan was somewhat interested in hearing the little stories about Harry and Ron.

But now...
Listening to children tell scary stories is really not a fun thing.

"I can go to Hogsmeade Village to play now!"

Harry looked excited.

Dylan could tell from his expression that what he had just said was a waste of time.

Dylan rolled his eyes and shrugged.

Forget it.

Let him go.

"When you don't want to use the map, remember to say—'Prank over.'"

Dylan offered a reminder.

"Let me try."

Harry tried it as Dylan suggested, and the map in his hand instantly turned back into a piece of parchment with nothing written on it.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed. "That's amazing!"

Looked up.

Harry's face flushed red as he excitedly looked at Dylan.

"Thank you so much! I think this is the best gift I've received all year!"

Dylan clicked his tongue: "Then remember to thank Fred and the others when you see them, after all, this gift was given to you by the three of us together."

Dylan added, "The reason I'm part of this gift is because I've put on some extra magic to make it as comfortable as possible for you to use."

Before anyone could finish speaking, Harry nodded repeatedly.

“I will thank them, but I am also very grateful to you, Dylan, thank you!”

Dylan took a deep breath.

"In that case, I think you probably don't need me to give you an extra gift for Christmas, right?"

Harry immediately shook his head vigorously.

"No need! This gift is enough! It will make me happy at Christmas!"

Marauder's Map.

Plus an invisibility cloak.

Dylan even pointed out the passageway from Hogwarts to him.

What other concerns does he have?
He won't have any worries!
This time he can finally go to Hogsmeade Village for a visit!
As Dylan watched Harry get more and more excited, he felt an urge to rush up and give him a bear hug.

Dylan took the first step back.

"And one more thing."

"Huh? What?"

Harry paused slightly as he tried to rush forward.

"Remember, when you're in Hogsmeade, don't make it too obvious—don't forget, there are still prefects there to keep things in order."

—Although the prefects were all busy having fun and didn't take the patrol mission too seriously at all.

However, Dylan still feels the need to offer some reminders.

as well as……

"Go to bed early at night, and don't take out the Marauder's Map to look at it just because you can't sleep."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

It's unclear why Dylan said that.

However, he nodded and agreed.

Dylan is definitely right!
Just believe it!

Ha pinched the edge of the map with his fingertips and gently pulled it in.

The yellowed parchment rolled into a tight tube following the curve of his palm.

Use your other hand to lift the hidden clasp on the side of the wand sheath.

—It was a tiny copper hook hidden in the leather texture, which could be flicked away with a fingertip.

Then carefully tuck the rolled-up map into the bottom of the wand sheath.

The top of the straight tube just touches the soft leather lining of the sleeve opening.

Press it down further.

The folds on the outside of the wand cover naturally concealed the protruding part.

Finally, Harry made sure that not even an inch of the parchment was sticking out before he tucked the wand and its sheath into his robe pocket.

Seeing his cautious demeanor, Dylan said nothing more and turned to leave.

……

Early in the morning.

In the dormitory late at night.

I could already hear the soft breathing sounds all around me.

—Of them, Ron's snoring was the loudest.

Harry lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

His hand would always irresistibly reach for the wand sheath under his pillow.

Finally, after much fuss, it was finally over.

Harry finally couldn't resist. He gently sat up, pinched open the small snap on the wand cover with his fingers, and carefully pulled out the rolled-up map.

He pulled the blanket over his head.

Then gently light it with the wand.

He lowered his voice and said in a very low tone, "I solemnly..."

next moment.

Harry then examined the Marauder's Map, which displayed various small black dots.

At this point, the small black dots on the map are basically stationary.

Harry was very interested and kept watching.

half an hour.

Harry turned his gaze to the Gryffindor common room.

"I really can't see Dylan's name."

Harry's gaze shifted slightly to the next room.

at this time.

He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a blurry shadow below Ron's name, which was slightly more prominent than the surrounding writing.

"Who...who is this? Is there anyone in Gryffindor with that name?"

Harry wanted to see the name clearly.

However, it was overshadowed by the names of several other people.

Make it so he can't see clearly.

"strangeness……"

The light he lit with his wand suddenly flickered.

The strokes in the shadows seemed to move.

Harry could vaguely make out a few words.

"Insect tail?"

Very familiar name.

However, the name only flashed by, and when Harry tried to look at it again, it was already too blurry to see clearly.

"Oh dear, what time is it already?"

Harry was momentarily distracted.

I've already been looking at the map for over two hours.

When he realized this, he quickly rolled up the map again, then pulled back the covers, poked his head out, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

(End of this chapter)