Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 241 Dad's Bizarre Christmas Gift

The train has arrived at the station.

Dylan's gaze fell out the window.

at this time.

The weather outside is very nice.

There were quite a few people at King's Cross Station.

Dylan closed the book in his hand.

Neville and the others also began cleaning up the leftover fruit peels and pits.

Before the final farewell.

The group exchanged blessings.

Merry Christmas! See you when school starts!

Bye bye~

Dylan waved to the group.

Neville and Seamus's families were already waiting for them at the station, so after the two left, Dylan silently walked towards the pillar on the platform.

At this moment, Dean also caught up.

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "Looks like Bye-bye said it too early."

The two passed through the pillar.

Returning to the Muggle world's train station.

Dean looked at his family who had come to pick him up, smiled at Dylan, and said, "It's never too late to say it again, see you when school starts~"

Dylan nodded slightly: "See you when school starts."

Dylan looked around.

But he didn't see his parents.

Dylan had naturally expected this result, so he wasn't surprised.

He hailed a car at random.

I took a taxi home.

The entire villa area was decorated with all sorts of Christmas decorations.

Dylan walked on the pristine white snow, following the stone path towards his home.

The streetlights cast a warm yellow glow under the snow-covered sunset.

Dylan shrank his neck and then cast a warming spell on himself.

Is nobody home?

Dylan glanced at the dark interior of the villa.

No one turned on the lights.

There doesn't seem to be anyone around.

"Where did you go off to play again without telling me beforehand?"

Dylan snorted, walked to the door, took out his key, and inserted it into the lock.

At that moment, Dylan suddenly noticed some rustling sounds coming from inside the room.

He narrowed his eyes instantly.

who?

Just as he was about to cast the spell.

However, the next moment, he heard his father's cheeky voice.

"Honey, do you think we'll scare Dylan like this?"

Immediately afterwards, his mother Maeve's voice rang out.

"What do you mean 'scary'? This is clearly a surprise, okay?"

The voice of the doting husband rang out again, and he quickly echoed it.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's a surprise, a surprise indeed."

Dylan's about-to-unleash magic suddenly froze.

Then it slowly retracted into the body.

He pursed his lips helplessly, then a smile gradually crept onto his face.

open the door.

A cold wind instantly swept over us, carrying with it the rich aroma of roasted turkey.

At that moment, the villa, which had been somewhat dark, was suddenly illuminated with colorful lights.

Hubert was wearing a Christmas sweater with a golden sly pattern.

Maeve wore a red headband adorned with stars.

The couple were holding a gift box adorned with many colorful ribbons.

As Dylan opened the door, someone suddenly popped out from behind it and shouted in unison, "Son! Merry Christmas!"

Dylan blinked.

Seeing the expectant expressions on the couple's faces, he widened his eyes instantly, looking incredulous.

"Oh! You guys startled me!"

Hubert, realizing he had scared Dylan, immediately chuckled.

"Hey son, this is your Christmas present that your mother prepared for you!"

Hubert shoved the gift box into Dylan's arms.

“I thought you guys weren’t home and had gone off somewhere to play again,” Dylan said.

"Of course we'll wait for our son to come home for Christmas! Need I say more?" Hubert gestured for them to come inside.

"Son, how's school?" Maeve stepped forward and hugged Dylan. "You seem to have grown taller again. You're only 13, right?"

Dylan's lips twitched: "Actually, I'm already 14, Mom."

Maeve blinked: "Oh!"

('-'*)
Just one?

Is he really his biological son...?

Dylan's mouth twitched.

The nose twitched slightly.

Dylan also smelled ivy and beer on his mother.

"Have you been drinking?"

Maeve said gently, "Your dad wanted to celebrate your return home for the holidays, so he pulled me in for a drink."

Dylan: “…”

Is this something to celebrate?

I think it's just an excuse for you guys to drink!
The star-shaped hairband in his mother's hair was digging into him painfully.

Dylan opened his mouth several times, but held back.

"Alright, alright, honey, come in quickly. It's so cold at the door! Don't let yourself get cold—oh, and don't let our son get cold either."

Maeve then gently patted Dylan on the back before standing up.

Holding Dylan's hand, she closed the door and walked into the living room.

Dylan looked around.

This year's Christmas decorations are different from last year's.

I don't know which genius gave me this advice.

There is a Christmas tree in the center of the living room.

This is normal.

But what's not quite normal is...

At the top of the Christmas tree was a naked, bare-bottomed golden angel—and it was a male angel.

It was completely naked and kept spinning at the top of the Christmas tree.

The sword points in all directions.

There were quite a few gift boxes piled up under the Christmas tree, some large and some small.

Hubert turned on the phonograph.

Suddenly, a cheerful melody rang out, interspersed with the sound of bells.

"Dad, where did you get this golden thief outfit?"

Maeve led Dylan to the dining table and even pulled out a chair for him.

Dylan placed the gift box beside him, then sat down and looked at his busy father.

I looked at his sweater with the golden thief printed on it, feeling a little puzzled.

"This? I saw someone selling it in the mall recently, and I thought it was pretty good. Plus, I remembered that it looked like the Quidditch match you mentioned, so I bought one."

Hubert offered a casual explanation.

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

You actually bought these clothes at a shopping mall?
Doesn't that mean you have someone openly selling items with magical elements?
Doesn't the Ministry of Magic care?

Or is it just a piece of clothing with patterns and designs, so there's no need to care at all?
It's not like Ron's father, who directly used magic on Muggle creations.

It's just a pattern, nothing special.

Dylan didn't dwell on it too much. An emerald green tablecloth was now laid on the dining table, and it seemed that the servants had been dismissed.

After all, it's Christmas, and people celebrate holidays too, especially since Dylan is a wizard.

The Huberts certainly didn't want their son's secret to be known by others.

Moreover, all the necessary food preparations and cleaning were arranged for them before the others were sent home.

It wouldn't be too much trouble for Hubert and Maeve.

It's nothing more than heating up the dishes.

Then bring the dishes to the table.

Dylan set out the silver cutlery.

Then I watched as my mother brought the steaming pumpkin soup to the table.

Hubert pulled out a basket of gingerbread men as if by magic.

Each cookie was also shaped like an owl, with edible gold powder dotting its wings.

"How about trying this? I wonder if it has that feeling of your wizarding homes, the decor, and the food. I even had a master designer redesign it. I just don't know if it's the same as the ones at your school."

Hubert winked at Dylan.

Dylan clearly felt that after having money and time...

His father seemed to have become young again.

Without the pressure of earning money for the whole family, and without having to do a mechanical and boring job every day, he spends his days traveling with his wife, and he's become more and more childlike.

Dylan was happy to accept this.

A young mindset is essential.

You will naturally become younger.

Dylan glanced at the Christmas tree in the center of the living room and curled his lip.

"Where did you find this master? I think you've been fooled. No wizard would make a Christmas tree with an angel with its bottom exposed and a gun pointed at everyone."

"Hahaha! I also find it strange; this design is just too bizarre."

Hubert chuckled, but after only two laughs, he suddenly realized something.

"Huh? Son, how do you know that adjective? Pointing a gun at everyone?"

Maeve was also stunned for a moment, looking at her son who had grown to be about 1.7 meters tall.

Dylan's eyelid twitched, but his expression remained calm.

"Do you know this description is strange? Otherwise, how else would you say it? Besides, we also study the structure of the human body in class."

"Potion class is not just about studying how to brew potions, but also requires knowledge of human anatomy, and Transfiguration also requires a wizard to have this knowledge."

After hearing Dylan's explanation, Hubert showed a regretful expression.

"Oh! That's not a cute way to put it."

He then looked at Maeve.

"Honey, our son seems to be getting more and more serious."

Maeve smiled gently: "So what? Let's be serious. It seems our son is doing very well in school."

Before Dylan could speak, Hubert proudly raised his head.

"Of course! He's our son after all! He's so smart, he must have taken after me!"

Maeve and Dylan exchanged a glance.

Neither the mother nor the son offered any comment on Hubert's words.

Instead, they looked at each other and smiled, letting the other laugh wildly.

When Hubert finally felt tired of just laughing awkwardly and stopped, Dylan then spoke up.

"Moreover, angels are basically genderless—at least no one has ever seen what's under an angel's pants—angels don't seem to wear pants either."

Maeve blinked curiously: "Son, do angels really exist?"

Dylan tapped the tabletop lightly with his index finger.

"Well, maybe they exist, gods and such. But wizards generally don't believe in gods, after all, they control magic. Gods might just be wizards with a deeper understanding of magic."

"I see." Maeve nodded gently.

Then, she smiled gently.

She slightly raised her chin and pointed to the gift box that Dylan had placed beside her.

"Open it and take a look. Although it's a gift box, it's not just something I prepared for you. Your father also has a gift for you, which he put inside."

Upon hearing this, Hubert immediately turned his gaze to Dylan, looking on expectantly as if he would open the gift box.

Maeve was looking at him too.

However, Dylan suddenly had a bad feeling.

His father suddenly made this expression...

It doesn't look like anything good at all.

Dylan glanced at the beautifully packaged gift box, paused, and then hesitantly picked it up and placed it on his lap.

He gently hooked the ribbon knot that wrapped the gift box with his fingertips and slowly untied it.

The ribbon slipped from his hand.

Dylan took a deep breath, placed his palm on the lid, and then gently lifted it open.

Look down.

There were two things inside.

One of them is a telescope.

Maeve smiled and said, "Mom doesn't know what you're lacking at school, or whether this will be useful to you, but it's a token of Mom's affection, and I hope you like it."

Dylan took out the telescope.

It feels heavy in your hand, quite substantial, and the material is also of very good quality; it must have cost a lot of money.

—Is the idea to let him use a telescope and his X-ray vision to spy on others directly?
Dylan smacked his lips, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Mom. I like it very much, and it's very useful."

Dylan lowered his head and looked at the box.

"I wonder what my father gave me?"

Hubert immediately stepped forward, stood next to Dylan, and flipped open the lining of the box, revealing the small items hidden underneath.

A photograph, and a small wood carving.

In the photo, there is a little child, naked, sitting on a table, pointing a gun at someone.

The wood carving appears to be a replica of the child in the photograph.

Dylan's eyelid twitched.

"This is?"

Suddenly, he felt that the child looked familiar.

It's not just a matter of feeling that they look familiar; they really do look familiar!

Dylan suddenly looked up, turned halfway to the side, and looked at the Christmas tree in the living room.

My gaze was fixed on the pure white angel statue at the top.

He looked at the angel statue, then at the photograph and wooden carving in his hand, realized something, and his lips twitched violently.

"This……"

Hubert burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! I knew he wouldn't be able to guess! How about it, honey? I won this bet!"

Maeve smiled and said, "Okay, I'll say yes tonight."

Dylan: “…”

???

Hubert seemed to be in a good mood and reached out to give Dylan's head a good pat.

"So you finally figured it out? That little angel is you, my dear son!"

Dylan looked exasperated.

I raised my hand and looked at the photo.

This appears to have been taken when he was a child.

It's still a black and white photo.

Dylan was wearing nothing.

With a faint expression.

The little person looks a bit arrogant because of their indifferent expression.

He just stared blankly at the camera.

Dylan immediately felt an ancient memory surge into his mind.

That's hardly a calm expression!

He was clearly naked at the time.

Suddenly a photographer rushed into the house and started taking pictures of him without saying a word.

He was completely stunned!

It was only later that I learned that his father had given him a bonus and had specially hired the photographer.

now think of it.

It feels like his father's frivolousness had already begun to show back then?
(End of this chapter)