Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 242 I Really Want to Sacrifice My Family for the greater good
Dylan quietly put away the Christmas gifts his parents had given him.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Hubert and said, "There shouldn't be any other photos like this, right?"

Hubert burst into laughter.

“When you were little, I felt that you were different from other children. You were precocious and had your own opinions. At that time, I felt that I should keep more photos of you when you were little, so I took a few pictures of you when you were asleep.”

Hubert squinted, smiled, and said.

Dylan: "……()"

He's completely numb!

Although he has had his own consciousness since birth.

But his body, after all, grew from an infant.

He often needs to be asleep.

Perhaps it's because an infant's body carries the soul of an adult, making him more sleepy than ordinary children.

So when he's sleeping, he's very difficult to wake up. If Hubert really took all sorts of weird photos of him while he was asleep, he probably wouldn't even know!

Damn it!
His father had been planning to take these embarrassing photos of him for so many years!

He twitched his fingers.

I'm tempted to just turn against my own family and cast a forgetfulness spell on Hubert.

However, at this moment, Hubert suddenly spoke up and said, "I just want these photos so that I have something to remember when I'm old. I think my smart, kind, and lovely son wouldn't take advantage of his magic to harm his own father, would he?"

Seeing Hubert's sincere expression, Dylan's lips twitched violently, and then he smiled.

"Dad, what are you saying? How could I possibly hurt you? What you're saying is really hurting me."

Hubert chuckled: "I knew my son was the second best in the world."

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "So who's number one?"

Hubert walked over to Maeve and pulled her into a tight hug: "Of course it's your mother."

Dylan chuckled.

"Alright, let's eat quickly, otherwise we'll have to reheat all these dishes later."

Maeve gently nudged her husband, then broke free from Hubert's embrace and went back to the kitchen, where she brought out some more snacks.

This time, however, there was no famous English dish—Stargazing.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.

I glanced at the food on the table.

A large turkey.

Actually, this turkey wasn't very tasty.

In the past, they didn't eat turkey; they ate roast goose instead.

However, after this way of eating became popular in America, England followed suit and replaced the goose with a chicken.

And it wasn't just any ordinary chicken.

If it's just regular roast chicken, the taste is actually not bad, but turkey...

It's not bad, I'd say.

While his wife was serving the dishes, Hubert asked Dylan, "Son, where's your little owl? And where's your little black cat?"

Dylan was taken aback, then realized that his father was asking about Coal Ball and Luna.

"In the space I carry with me."

"Portable space?"

Hubert's eyes lit up: "That sounds amazing! Can I get one too? It's such a hassle to travel with your mom all the time, carrying so many bags."

Dylan's lips twitched: "Dad, do you want the Ministry of Magic to put your son on the wanted list?"

Hubert blinked: "That serious?"

Dylan looked him straight in the eye: "What else?"

Actually, he could give his parents a small storage ring or something similar that could be imbued with a seamless stretching spell.

However, if this is discovered, a lot of trouble will arise.

However, since his father had already brought it up...

He gave his parents a spatial ring, and as long as he cast some protective spells on it, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Then forget it. It's just a personal space. I don't really care about it much," Hubert muttered.

At that moment, Maeve also came over; she had overheard the conversation between the father and son.

She gave her husband a reproachful sidelong glance.

"Why make our son do such dangerous things? That Ministry of Magic is very strict about these kinds of things. We don't know magic, so let's not hold our son back!"

"I never said I wanted to hold my son back..." Hubert quickly put on a pleading expression, afraid that his wife would be angry with him.

Dylan stroked his chin: "If you really want a portable space, Dad, I can actually make one for you. I can make it myself."

"Oh! Really?" Hubert looked over immediately.

“Of course, would your son lie?” Dylan nodded.

Maeve frowned. "Is this alright? Dylan, didn't you say..."

Upon hearing this, Hubert also composed himself, saying, "Yes, let's forget about things that are risky."

Dylan shook his head: "There are indeed risks, but as long as you don't openly use the personal space I gave you to retrieve things in front of a group of people."

"As long as it's not discovered by others, it doesn't violate any Ministry of Magic laws—they don't stipulate that wizards can't give their families anything 'Huiley'."

"At that time, I will cast some spells on your spatial backpacks or rings to minimize the possibility of you being seen by others by accident. Even if you are seen, my spells will affect the minds of others."

Maeve still hesitated: "This..."

Dylan said directly, "It's settled then. Anyway, I've given you magical items before. Have you forgotten the jade bracelets or rings I told you to wear close to your body? And all sorts of little things I told you to keep close to your body as much as possible—those were all little gadgets I made with magic."

Seeing his son's certainty, Hubert chuckled and said, "In that case, I'll leave it to you, son."

Dylan nodded: "Don't worry, I'll handle it. I'll just turn one of the rings into a portable space."

"This will make it much more convenient for you to wear and use."

"Great, great, great!" Hubert rubbed his hands together excitedly. "I just don't know when your dad will be able to get his hands on this little thing..."

“Before I go back to school,” Dylan rolled his eyes. “Dad, you shouldn’t be in such a hurry, right?”

He glanced at Hubert.

"So, Dad, you're planning to take Mom out for Christmas again and leave me home alone?"

Hubert laughed a few times when his son saw right through him.

"how could be……"

"How could that not be? Every time I go home, I only see you guys for the first few days, and then I can't see you anymore."

Dylan said irritably.

"Ahem! Maybe you just woke up too late. We got up early and saw you were still sleeping, so we thought we'd go out for a stroll since we had nothing else to do."

Hubert attempted to defend his image as a father.

Watching the father and son bickering again.

Maeve smiled and shook her head.

"Don't worry, Dylan, your father and I aren't planning to go out this Christmas."

"Really?" Dylan asked suspiciously.

“Of course!” Hubert said immediately. “I never intended to take your mother out for a random trip this time!”

Dylan narrowed his eyes: "Actually, Dad, what you're trying to say is that you haven't decided where to take Mom for fun yet, right? Have you already been to all the places you should go? If you want to go out for fun again, you'll have to go even further?"

How did that kid know!

Hubert found it difficult to answer Dylan's question immediately.

—This little brat is getting harder and harder to fool!

Dylan looked at him helplessly and said, "If you really want to go out and have fun in a couple of days, then go ahead and go for a walk. Anyway, I probably won't stay at home all the time while I'm back. I also have a lot of things to do."

Hubert blinked, staring intently at Dylan, and then said, "So it was actually you who wanted to run around, son? And you even tried to get us to go with you, that's not fair! We can just say what we want to say!"

Dylan: “…”

Dylan didn't bother answering his cheapskate father's question. Instead, he rolled his eyes and prepared to bury his head in his food.

After a long day of travel, I'm really quite hungry now.

He beckoned.

Instantly, Luna and Coal Ball were summoned by him.

"Moo?" Coal ball lunged forward, almost falling into the food.

Dylan reacted quickly and grabbed the little guy by the neck.

"Moo!"

Upon seeing Dylan, Coal Ball excitedly twisted its body.

When Hubert saw the little guy, he made a few sucking noises.

"Come here."

Coal Ball turned its head and glanced at Hubert.

We're all old acquaintances.

The coal briquette did not resist Hubert's call.

It knew that this person was its master's father.

We mustn't offend them.

"This kitten is so well-behaved."

Dylan clicked his tongue but didn't correct his parents' misconception about coal.

Anyway, they don't need to know what a lump of coal actually is.

Let's just raise it like a kitten.

"咴咴~"

Luna also flew onto the tabletop.

Tilting its big head.

It's currently being cared for by Dylan, and it's not exactly small.

Compared to a normal owl, it's already much larger.

After all, Dylan would occasionally share some of the food meant for the dragon with it.

The nutrition was incredibly plentiful.

"Let Mom get you some turkey to eat."

Dylan possesses the curse of a remnant soul that steals words, and naturally, he also knows the language of owls.

Moreover, this applies to both snowy owls and other eagle owl species.

They are all essentially owls.

Therefore, Dylan only sacrificed the soul of a dying owl.

You can then talk to most owls.

Upon hearing this, Luna didn't flap her wings, but instead hopped and skipped across the table to Maeve and opened her mouth.

Maeve stared at the enormous little creature for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Does it want me to feed it?"

Dylan nodded: "Yeah, just shred some turkey meat for it, we can't finish it anyway—and it's not very tasty."

Luna tilted her head and glanced back at her owner, but her eyes lingered on the large, tempting turkey on the plate on the table. She kept her mouth open and made no other move.

Maeve smiled and used her knife and fork to cut off a piece of turkey leg meat.

"Don't feed it turkey legs. That's the only edible part of the turkey. Just give it other parts."

Luna immediately turned her head and protested, "Whisper (I want to eat this part, I want to eat it)!"

Dylan curled his lips.

Maeve smiled gently and said, "It's alright, there's still so much left, let it eat some."

Hubert also started cutting turkey meat for the coal briquette.

However, he didn't cut the chicken thigh meat, but instead cut some of the breast meat.

The food here is so tough it gets stuck in their teeth, so they basically won't eat it; it's better to give it to the animals.

Coalball watched Hubert's actions, then looked at Luna who was opening her mouth to eat meat, and gave Dylan a pitiful look.

However, Dylan remained silent, keeping his eyes down.

Coal briquettes: (∧)!

After the Hawkwoods cut up the meat for their two pets.

Maeve then poured Dylan a drink as well.

It's a glass of orange juice.

She poured red wine into her own glass and Hubert's glass.

"Mom, I can drink some red wine too..."

Dylan was about to say that he didn't need special care.

We've had red wine together before.

However, Hubert then added, "This is what we had left over from a while ago. It'll go bad if we don't drink it soon, and nobody will drink it at home. You should drink it quickly."

Dylan: ...

The coal ball blinked.

He chuckled softly.

However, as if afraid of being scolded by Dylan, it quickly suppressed its laughter and lowered its head to start tearing into the turkey meat on its plate.

Hmm... the taste is actually not bad!
Dylan glared at the lump of coal.

Force a smile.

"Okay, then—Mom and Dad, Merry Christmas?"

He raised his glass.

Hubert and Maeve also raised their glasses.

"Son, Merry Christmas!"

The three clinked glasses and took a sip.

Maeve then said, "Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. This orange juice was specially bought today and just opened. We didn't like drinking the leftover orange juice at home before, so the nanny and the others threw it away a long time ago."

Dylan nodded and began to eat.

It was already evening.

The sky outside the window was dark.

But there was a lot of light.

Outside, lanterns and decorations were on display, and snowflakes were falling.

The Christmas atmosphere is very strong.

after eating.

Maeve was about to clear the table.

Dylan, however, simply used a spell to clean up the debris.

"No need to trouble yourself, Mom, I can do it."

I've witnessed Dylan using spells before.

Maeve did not persist.

The tableware they used didn't even need to be washed.

One spell will make everything perfectly clean, and then another spell will send them flying back to the kitchen, where they will be neatly arranged.

"How convenient!" Hubert exclaimed. "I wish your mother and I knew these spells too!"

Dylan pursed his lips: "You don't usually need these spells. Don't you have a nanny at home? You only need to pack your own things during holidays, when I'm home."

"Okay, okay~ I was just thinking about it."

(End of this chapter)