Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 240 Avada Kedavra, You'll Eat Your Child

This curse is extremely exaggerated.

Dylan can freely infiltrate other people's dreams, and even become the creator in other people's dreams!

No matter what kind of scene Dylan wants to create, as long as Dylan's imagination is enough, he can create it!
Moreover, it was transformed by his magic.

Dylan can easily implant any instructions or ideas into someone's mind.

Moreover, and more importantly...

Even if this spell is cast on someone else, it won't have too severe an effect, and it's completely incomparable to the Soul-Stealing Curse.

This approach is subtle and gradual, like a gentle rain nourishing the earth.

This will obviously bring Dylan many benefits and help!

"Moreover, with this spell, the spells I researched before, whether it's the Gate of Dreams or the Cover of Mnemosyne, seem to have more room for modification!"

This time, the latest max-level spell that Dylan acquired brought him a lot of new knowledge.

This knowledge is extremely valuable; it would probably be something even Dumbledore could teach him.

None of them will be as detailed as the spell told him.

Dylan felt as if a door to a new world had been suddenly pushed open in front of him.

With this curse, he had a new target to be used for research for a long time afterward.

Dylan smacked his lips.

[Message]: Congratulations on obtaining the max-level spell - Fabrica Sogni Maxima!

Dylan nodded to himself, feeling very satisfied.

Then he looked at the next reward.

A portrait of Ravenclaw?
It should be similar to the portraits in the principal's office, right?

Dylan didn't immediately pull out the portrait.

Here, we can directly remove the portrait of Ravenclaw.

It might scare Nave and the others into becoming mentally impaired.

He simply looked at the introduction about the system.

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[Item]: Ravenclaw portrait

[Description]: A portrait left by a wise person, and also her true portrait.

[Effect]: Can use a variety of spells, can communicate, and can even enter the portrait to spar with it. In addition, placing it in an independent world can trigger new effects.

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"Ok?"

Looking at the system's introduction, Dylan raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.

In his imagination, being able to spar with a wizard's portrait was already incredibly impressive.

Just like the portraits kept in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.

However, this portrait of Ravenclaw is not only labeled by the system as a genuine Ravenclaw portrait.

It further suggests that placing the portrait in a separate world might trigger new effects.

What is the effect?
Dylan felt as if his heart was being scratched by a cat's paw, his curiosity burning intensely.

However, after reading so many books over the years, he has developed a calm and detached demeanor.

Even when faced with the temptation of new rewards, Dylan remained unmoved, silently holding onto the fascinating history of magic in his hands.

The fingers just look a bit tight.

Dylan turned his attention to the last reward.

"A treasure map to the Ravenclaw treasure?"

Dylan looked at the system's description of the item.

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[Item]: Treasure Map (Ravenclaw Treasure Edition)
[Description]: A treasure map that records the treasure of a once highly powerful wizard. Find the treasure, and perhaps you will be able to find the wealth left behind by this wizard.

[Effect]: Look up yourself.

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"..."

Looking at the system's introduction, Dylan's lips twitched slightly.

This old, unreliable system.

After a moment's thought, he slowly put the book down.

Then, silently retrieved the treasure map from the system panel.

Neville and the others glanced at Dylan, but only thought that Dylan was going to record something again. They didn't pay too much attention and went back to doing their own things.

Dylan leaned back in the corner of the leather seat.

He placed the parchment on his lap and then unfolded it.

This treasure map is not small.

But it's not too big.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the window, gilding the paper with a golden edge.

At that moment, Neville was looking at his book.

Simo and Dean were playing Wizards Chess on the opposite side.

Dylan rubbed the treasure map in his hand.

The map was older than he had imagined.

The edges were covered with a dark brown, brittle crust, it was hard to tell if it was dried blood or something else.

When Dylan unfolds it, it makes a soft rustling sound.

Dylan looked down.

Some faded ink lines outline the entire British Isles.

But it abruptly ends somewhere off the coastline.

Instead, there was an area smeared with dark purple ink.

The ink stains looked as if they were alive; at this moment, under the sunlight, they even seemed to wriggle slightly.

Dylan squinted slightly, focusing his gaze as he took a closer look.

I discovered that some tiny silver lines were faintly hidden in the areas where the paint was applied.

They intertwine to form a vortex.

The center also contains a string of Old English.

“Fatum Insula?”

what is this?
Dylan raised an eyebrow.

The fingertip lightly touched above.

Instantly, a faint golden light exploded at the center of the vortex.

Location in the sea off Cornwall.

The outline of an island that had never appeared on a Muggle map emerged.

The island is crescent-shaped, with its center filled with black ink.

Only at the edge was a symbol resembling an eagle's eye marked with cinnabar.

And that string of Old English was automatically translated by Dylan into a language he could understand.

"Only those who know the truth can dispel the fog."

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

My fingers traced the outline of the island.

Just then, he suddenly felt a few cold water stains on his palm.

Dylan's heart skipped a beat.

As the icy seawater touched his palm, a key suddenly appeared.

Dylan calmly opened his palm and took a look.

This key is even made of fish bones. Its shape is similar to an eagle.

Dylan casually added it to the system panel space.

"Looks like I'll be busy again this Christmas holiday."

But that's okay, one thing after another is happening.

Not in a hurry.

At that moment, as Neville turned the pages of the book, he couldn't help but glance at Dylan out of the corner of his eye.

But they found that the other person had stopped reading and was instead holding a piece of parchment, not writing anything, just staring at it blankly.

Neville blinked, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He leaned closer to take a look.

The parchment that Dylan was holding appeared to be a map.

"Dylan, are you planning to go out and have fun during the Christmas holidays?" Neville asked curiously.

Dylan snapped out of his reverie and gently folded the map.

He smiled casually at the man and said, "Yeah, sometimes I like to go out for a stroll."

Neville chuckled and said, "It's good to go out more often. When I was at home, I always went out with my family, but now I don't have much time."

Dylan waved his hand: "Don't even mention it. My two at home are either making money or going out to play every day—most of the time they're playing."

Thanks to Dylan's help, the Huberts are now finding it much easier to earn money than in the initial stages.

Basically, all the necessary scaffolding has been erected.

Making money while standing on the stage.

This is undoubtedly much more convenient and faster than having to set up a platform and make money at the same time as before.

This also gave them more time to travel the world as a couple.

— Dylan hasn't even had a proper trip abroad yet.

Before going to Hogwarts, his family had no money.

After starting at Hogwarts, he simply didn't have any time.

"Huh?" Neville blinked.

However, he also knew a bit about Dylan's parents, so when he heard Dylan say that, he could only scratch his head awkwardly and then chuckle.

"Anyway, since we're able to go out and have some fun this time, let's make the most of it."

Dylan probably didn't intend to reverse Neville's misunderstanding and let him think he was just out having fun.

After all, it's best to keep as few people as possible informed about Ravenclaw's treasure.

This will also make it easier for him to decide whether to claim the treasure as Dylan or as Karthus and take it for himself.

along the way.

Several times, Dylan considered taking out his suitcase, crawling inside, and throwing the Ravenclaw portrait in to see what would happen.

But he stopped himself from having that thought.

He didn't want anyone else to know that he also had a Ravenclaw portrait.

Who knows what unexpected changes might occur once the portrait enters his world?

"Speaking of which, the Ravenclaw portrait I have now is rated by the system as a genuine Ravenclaw portrait. So what is the Ravenclaw portrait that Old Deng is hanging in his office? Is it just an ordinary portrait that has been 'enchanted' by Ravenclaw?"

"And if Ravenclaw's treasure is found, we don't even know what's inside. I thought the four great masters of Hogwarts would leave their treasure at Hogwarts, but it turns out they left it somewhere else outside of Hogwarts?"

"Is this to keep out someone?"

Of course, this is just Dylan's guess; he didn't draw any conclusions lightly.

Continue to explore the fascinating history of magic.

I continued reading from where I left off last time.

"Back to Black Lake, people in the founders' generation got married at a younger age, and the young people didn't know how to restrain themselves. Godric had to establish school rules that prohibited people from making love on the spot after showering, as well as having children on campus."

"It is said that during that period, contraceptive potions were particularly popular and were almost in short supply."

"Later, Salazar, who was getting restless from brewing the medicine, simply stayed up all night. He not only drove away several illicit lovers in various places, but also covered the entire castle with a contraceptive spell."

"Of course, in order not to offend those wealthy patrons who are eager to have children, this work has always been kept strictly secret and unknown to others."

"So Helena never knew until her death why she never had a younger sister."

Dylan blinked.

This unofficial history is truly quite unconventional.

But upon closer examination, it does seem to make a little bit of a point.

After all, it wasn't because someone did something or made some arrangements.

Why do so many people fall in love at Hogwarts every year, yet no one gets pregnant?

It's impossible that Professor Snape was distributing birth control pills every year, is it?

Of course, there are no hotels or inns near Hogwarts.

Hogsmeade has two pubs and one teahouse.

Will those wizards actually make love in the castle, or will they just kiss and that's it?

This was something Dylan was unaware of.

However, just as Dylan had thought, the Room of Requirement had been present in Hogwarts all these years, and it was impossible that no one had discovered its presence.

So, whether there are couples' rooms inside this magical house is another matter entirely...

"Wait a minute, I remember a while ago, when I was holding the Marauder's Map, I saw two names stacked on top of each other. Sometimes it was one person's name on top, sometimes it was another person's name on top, sometimes the two names were one after the other, and sometimes I could even see the two names trembling..."

Dylan scratched his head, not daring to think any further.

However, at this moment, some images that he had seen a year ago when he was idly doing divination suddenly popped into his mind.

What he saw at that time were some things that had happened in the past.

When Ron's parents were in school, they would sneak out for a walk in the middle of the night.

Then Mr. Arthur was caught by the administrator at the time, and the scars on his body were the same ones Dylan had seen when he was a guest at Ron's house.

More than twenty years have passed, and the scar still hasn't disappeared...

Why would someone get beaten up like this just for taking a walk?

Ok……

It's really hard to think about it too much.

"Speaking of which, the abortion methods in the Muggle world are relatively scientific, while the abortion methods in the magical world... can't exactly involve sticking a wand inside and then directly biting into a melon, can they?"

What happened?

Does that still count as Avada eating a melon?

We should probably change our tune and call him Avada Kedavra to someone who's been eating your child...

Wouldn't Zigong instantly become an ultimate soul weapon?

Dylan shuddered.

Merlin, my goodness, what kind of hellish joke is this...?

"Compared to these, I think the most reasonable explanation is that the religion has hidden professions."

Dylan smacked his lips.

"However, it seems reasonable that Salazar, tired of making abortion potions, would cast a contraceptive spell on the entire castle. After all, I used to go to Professor Snape for private lessons every day, but I never saw him research any contraceptive potions."

of course.

If Professor Snape really had a hidden profession, and since he had already hidden it, he naturally wouldn't let a child like him see those things.

"Speaking of which, if Salazar really did set up some kind of contraceptive spell on Hogwarts Castle, given Salazar Slytherin's personality, it's a good thing he was a man, otherwise, he might have left behind some spell that could have solved the problem more thoroughly."

But if things get to that point, the men in the castle probably won't like it too much.

Dylan shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about these exaggerated things.

I don't know if Rita has read this book.

If Rita knew these anecdotes, her first reaction would probably be—

Huh? How did the quill pen come out by itself?

(End of this chapter)