Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 237 It's just a little resentment, right? I'll absorb it!

"I see, that's good, let's keep looking."

Dylan smiled and nodded in agreement.

Pipi stood still, without moving.

"What? Don't want to move?" Dylan looked at it.

Suddenly, a strong sense of oppression rushed over me.

Mischievous Ghost immediately put on a fawning smile and said, "Young Master, I certainly can't carry all this stuff by myself!"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Dylan waved his hand and threw a vegetable basket in front of Pippi. "Take this. It can not only store things, but also help you find the location of gold and silver. Go on, hurry up, don't keep me waiting too long."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

After Pipi turned around, he walked towards the storage room.

Dylan lay back down in his chair, holding the Ravenclaw tiara in his hands, and examined it carefully.

His already slightly slender fingers casually twirled the Ravenclaw crown.

One of the relics of the legendary four giants.

A deep blue gemstone shimmered with a tranquil glow under the candlelight.

The silver maxim on the edge reads, "Exceptional wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

As the crown swayed, it cast dappled light and shadow on the back of his hand.

"A relic that can actually make my mind clear."

As Dylan's fingertips touched the cold metal, a subtle magical vibration traveled through his palm.

This crown does not appear to be just a simple relic, but a magical artifact containing magical power.

Even with just a simple touch, Dylan could feel a warm, magical aura spreading from his palm.

It felt as if his spirit was being caressed by an invisible hand, which then gently sorted out his chaotic thoughts.

The trivial thoughts that had been lingering in my mind dissipated like morning mist, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

A soft silver light shimmered on the surface of the crown, and specks of magical light flowed down his arm.

Dylan found that his mind was becoming more and more active.

The theories of incantations that might normally require repeated consideration could now be automatically connected into a complete framework in my mind.

Various thoughts, like birds breaking free from their shackles, lightly and swiftly swept across the sky of consciousness.

Every thought is clear and sharp; he can even accurately capture the trajectory of dust particles floating in the air.

"Does this item add a percentage to my attributes? Even when the system added so many points to my spirit and magic before, it never did this."

Immersed in this magical power, Dylan felt his mental state reach an unprecedented level of fullness.

My tense nerves were gently soothed, and my fatigue vanished.

"The relics of the four giants have such a wonderful use."

He smacked his lips.

Shouldn't he get his hands on the Sword of Gryffindor sooner?
"At the very least, before I graduate, shouldn't I be allowed to inherit the legacy of the four major academies?"

When Dylan first enrolled, he wondered if he should go to Ravenclaw to see what kind of heritage that house, which symbolized wisdom, could possess.

There isn't much of a strong desire for the inheritance of the four academies right now.

However, the legacy of the four masters will likely bring him more new knowledge than the teachings of Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and others.

In any case, he was a magic giant from thousands of years ago.

"Hmm, as expected of a symbol of wisdom. Just touching it allows one to feel the wondrous power of the fusion of knowledge and magic. I just don't know if the so-called inheritance is unlocked by this crown or if there is another hidden place."

Over the years, he had never heard of anyone inheriting the legacy of the four giants.

Only one Slytherin built a dilapidated Chamber of Secrets and kept a basilisk that could only eat sewer mice all day long.

Moreover, Slytherin created this kind of thing not so much for the sake of passing on their legacy.

Rather, it was to wait for the right person to complete what he had not yet accomplished.

Actually, it's quite funny when you think about it.

What you, one of the four giants, couldn't accomplish.

They still hope that future generations, thousands of years from now, will complete it.

To help this junior, he even used dark magic to raise a basilisk.

But the problem is, what good is a snake monster?
If you want to raise monsters, you should at least add three or five zeros after the number, right?
It's a complete freebie.

But now it's all good; the basilisk monster has directly benefited Dylan.

Dylan hasn't encountered another basilisk yet, so the basilisk he took into his space is now being well cared for.

It's just that you get a little blood drawn from time to time.

Cut off some meat.

Break off some scales, and also the horns on its head.
Despite its cruel tone, it is anything but gentle.

Even so, Dylan felt that it was much better than simply tearing the serpent monster to pieces and letting its corpse grow into flowers.

He held the crown in his hand.

Dylan, however, did not let his guard down completely.

He always held the wand in his hand, ready to deal with any unexpected events.

In any case, Voldemort has already turned this crown into a Horcrux.

Who knows if this thing might suddenly cause some trouble for him?

However, there is no power to replenish the crown now, unlike Ginny back then, who continuously provided vitality to the diary.

This gave Xiao Fuzi an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

So the crown that's currently sitting quietly in his hands probably won't cause any trouble for the time being.

"Swish"

Dylan raised the crown to the candlelight, looking at the faint, dark purple halo at the seam of the gemstones, flickering between the flames.

—That familiar color.

It was exactly the same as the Tom Riddle diary in his hand.

"I wonder if this crown is the key to unlocking Ravenclaw's legacy, and if Voldemort had already obtained all the legacies of the four leaders?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, his wand deftly twirling between his fingers.

"Protego (impregnable)!"

With a low, mournful incantation.

A semi-transparent, dome-shaped barrier suddenly unfolded around the Ravenclaw crown.

It gleamed with a silvery sheen, completely suppressing the dark purple magical fluctuations on the surface of the crown.

"Expecto Patronum (Guardian Charm)!"

“Yeah!”

The silver light bursting from the tip of the wand instantly illuminated the entire room, and a Poro resembling a Pixiu materialized from the flames, emerging from the spiritual realm.

Its fluffy fur shimmered with flowing starlight.

Its round body leaped up lightly.

Then it opened its small mouth, which was full of sharp teeth, and tried to bite the crown.

Dylan immediately stopped him: "Wait a minute! Just defend against it."

Poro immediately shut up.

"Yay!"

Its tail swung back and forth like a shooting star.

Fine golden lines were drawn on the surface of the barrier formed by the magic spell.

Each ray of light made the protective barrier of the armor spell even more solid.

at this time.

The crown suddenly began to tremble violently.

Dylan glanced at it sideways.

Blood-like liquid seeped from the silver inscriptions at the edge of the crown, along with wisps of black mist that floated out, attempting to corrode the protective barrier.

Dylan gave a soft hum.

"You are still conscious." The blood and black mist are both manifestations of magic.

It looks like something alive, winding out, coiling and rising from the surface of the Ravenclaw crown.

In reality, this thing is the negative emotion formed from the resentment and despair of the innocent victims before their deaths when Voldemort was making Horcruxes.

If absorbed by an ordinary person, it could very likely cause a mentally unstable person to go insane!
Even the most mentally strong person will be affected by these negative emotions.

However...
Dylan lowered his eyes to look at the surging black and blood-like energy on the surface of the crown.

A composed smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"If that's all there is to it—"

Dylan waved his wand lightly, and the barrier that had been holding back the black energy instantly revealed a gap.

The black mist, carrying the mournful cries of wronged souls, immediately surged out.

However, before they could fully disperse, they were drawn together by an invisible suction force.

Like a flock of crows returning to their nest, they rushed toward Dylan's slightly twitching nostrils.

With a gentle inhale.

Even the dark purple blood beads seeping from the edge of the crown turned into thin streams.

It meandered down through the void, disappearing entirely into his nasal cavity.

The power of the Dementors flowed through his body.

Dylan felt the resentment, despair, and fear twisting and reforming in his chest, transforming into strands of pure life force and magic that nourished his body.

Dylan's body glowed with a faint blue light.

Although the skin that had just been corroded by the black mist was not affected in any way, it was now becoming smoother at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the corners of his eyebrows seemed to exude a vibrant energy.

As the last wisp of black smoke dissipated.

Dylan casually turned the crown.

The silver inscription on the metal surface reflected his calm expression.

It was as if the evil power that had just been devoured was nothing more than the morning mist, utterly insignificant.

At this moment, the crown that had been emitting a wave of death energy seemed to have vanished.

The already dim light became even dimmer.

It felt as if the crown had watched helplessly as Dylan not only easily blocked its attack, but also dared to absorb all the death energy it used to attack, leaving it completely dumbfounded!

"It's already soft? Can you have some more?"

Dylan calmly tightened his grip on his fingers, while the Pixiu Poluo beside him raised its little neck and let out a deafening roar.

"Yay!"

Dylan's lips twitched, and his calm expression cracked slightly.

He glared at the little guy and said, "Alright, alright, your barking is worse than no barking at all. You have no spirit at all."

"Yay!"

Poro glanced at Dylan, then blinked pitifully, shrank back, and lowered its fluffy head listlessly.

Dylan chuckled as he watched the Poro perched in mid-air, its fluffy tail wrapped around the protective barrier like a chain.

"Alright, alright, go ahead and shout if you want. I think it actually has some presence."

"Huh?"

Poro raised its head, its eyes, one big and one small, glancing sideways at Dylan.

That little expression seemed to say—really?
"Really, really," Dylan replied casually.

The little Pixiu suddenly perked up again.

He immediately stood up and shouted "Yay!"

Dylan ignored it and instead looked at the crown in his hand.

Those negative emotions we just experienced might be extremely toxic to ordinary people.

But for Dylan, who possesses non-existent abilities...

This is actually a very nourishing food!

Just look at the resentment that Dylan absorbed.

It made Dylan feel much more energetic.

"As expected of a Horcrux made by Voldemort, and stored alone in this dark and sunless place for so long, it must be full of resentment—hmm, delicious!"

Dylan smacked his lips.

He had previously absorbed the happy emotions emanating from others, which gave him a sense of satisfaction, but this pure despair was actually more attractive to him.

"It seems the power of the Dementors might still have many uses."

The death energy that had just been absorbed by Dylan transformed into vitality, nourishing his body.

This vitality can be called life force, which not only allows Dylan to repair his body but also makes him "rejuvenated".

To some extent.

Dylan has truly achieved immortality.

Moreover, even without a counter-curse to neutralize the attack of the Divine Sharp Shadowless Blade.

It can be replenished with pure life force, and can also make up for the damage caused by the attack.

This is part of it.

Furthermore, it can continuously repair malignant diseases, physical injuries, and even minor problems such as dark skin, hair loss, and acne, bringing the body to perfection.

Dylan tapped the crown gently with his wand.

I don't know if she sensed Dylan's contempt.

The crown trembled, releasing a tiny bit of black mist.

Not a single drop of blood remained.

Dylan pursed his lips, looking somewhat disgusted, but still swallowed it in one gulp.

At this time.

Pikachu flew over with the vegetable basket Dylan had given it.

Seeing Dylan absorbing extremely vicious negative emotions, his eyes bulged out of their sockets.

Wait a minute!
What just happened?
Is this young human wizard using the power of a Dementor?!
Oh my God!
so horrible!

This little wizard can make Dementors bow down to him.

He even has control over the Dementors' abilities?

Is this guy even human?!

Pipi Ghost had long thought Dylan was very strange.

Not only can it control spirits at will.

You can manipulate it at will.

Even the Dementors are his underlings!
Now they've even mastered the abilities of Dementors!
If this thing were a person, it would eat it!
Pipi Ghost's "awe" for Dylan reached a new level.

It quickly picked up the basket full of odds and ends with both hands and flew over eagerly.

"Young Master, take a look! These are all the things this vegetable basket led me to. It lights up whenever I get close to a place, so I brought back everything that it flashed over. Do you think these things are valuable?"

Dylan saw that Peeves had returned.

Putting aside the worthless crown that couldn't be squeezed out a single drop, I glanced at the contents of the shopping basket.

Although the Seamless Stretching Spell was used.

But Dylan was able to see through everything inside.

Some old, worn-out things that looked like junk.

Some colorful gemstones, but covered in dust.

And some odd little gadgets.

Dylan wasn't too concerned about what good things Pippi might bring him back; he just glanced at them and nodded.

"You got everything back?"

(End of this chapter)