Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 243 Welcome to my world, Dean!

After dinner, Dylan chatted with his parents for a while.

Mr. Hubert glanced at the time and said he would take Ms. Maeve to the cinema to watch an evening movie.

They even thoughtfully asked Dylan if he wanted to come along.

Dylan naturally rejected the idea outright.

Hubert shook his head and shrugged: "That's a real shame, but I only bought two tickets anyway. Since you're not going, I don't have to go and buy another one."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hubert put one arm around Maeve's waist.

Dylan's mouth twitched.

—Actually, you never intended for me to come along and be a third wheel, did you?

"Oh, Darling~ then you must stay home and take good care of yourself."

"Maeve said softly."

Dylan nodded.

Hubert waved his hand: "Don't worry about him. He's very resourceful. He'll probably be up to something we don't understand at home soon."

He looked at Dylan: "Right, kid?"

The sudden, authentic London accent reminded Dylan of that curly-haired British grandma.

"Yes, Dad, you're so smart, you figured it out right away."

Rolling his eyes, Dylan saw off his adoptive parents and then returned to his bedroom.

Now I finally have time to see the real Ravenclaw portraits and see what's so mysterious about them.

Close the door.

The coal ball looked around.

Then, with practiced ease, he jumped onto the bed and lay down directly.

Luna is, after all, an owl, and flying around the house will definitely cause some trouble.

Therefore, Dylan simply put it back into the pet space.

"Do you want to go back?" Dylan asked, looking at Coal Ball.

The latter immediately shook his head.

"Moo~ (I don't want to)!"

Dylan nodded: "Then I'll go back."

He opened the suitcase.

Coal briquettes: ()?

Was it a setup orchestrated by capital?

"Moo moo moo (I want to go back too!)!"

Dylan chuckled, waved his hand, and took Coal Ball with him into the briefcase.

"Ow!"

The moment he appeared, Noberta flew over.

Dylan tossed it a few pieces of meat: "Go play somewhere else, I have some important things to do."

"Aww (Great!)!"

Nobeta shook his big head up and down, then silently stepped aside and began to play with the basilisk that had been unsealed by Dylan and was now able to move freely in the forest and the ocean.

Of course, most of the time it was Noberta who was teasing the basilisk.

For example, treating the other person like a spicy snack or a toy, tossing and turning them around.

Or they might treat the opponent as a combatant to enhance their attack methods.

The basilisk is not entirely helpless; it can retaliate against Nobeta to a certain extent.

However, firstly, it is not certain that it can win a fight against a giant dragon that can breathe fire and fly.

Secondly, after Dylan's prolonged torture—peeling its scales, extracting its essence and blood, cutting its flesh...

The basilisk's originally ferocious nature has long been smoothed out.

Now, while it hasn't become timid, it certainly doesn't dare to be too reckless, much less actually hurt Dylan's pet.

Given its reservations, it might not be able to defeat Norbert even without using its eyes capable of casting curses.

Even if it could successfully curse Nobeta, as a dragon, its magic resistance is extremely high.

The basilisk was unable to completely petrify Nobeta.

Even if it has some effect, a bottle of Mandela Herbal Potion can completely undo the petrification effect.

On the contrary, if it really hurts Norbert in this way, it might face an even more cruel torment from Dylan.

—This is something the basilisk experienced firsthand.

Since then.

This also made it even more powerless to resist Norbert's teasing and manipulation.

It's worth letting Ren Long manipulate them.

All it could do was keep trying to escape.

Dylan ignored what was happening on Norbert's side and instead took out the Ravenclaw portrait stored in the system panel.

At this moment, he stood at the edge of the lush green forest.

There is an ocean right next to it.

The scent of the earth, carried by the salty sea breeze, surrounded Dylan.

It was getting late at this time.

Both the forest and the ocean became dark.

After taking out a portrait wrapped in dark blue velvet cloth.

Dylan carefully unfolded the fabric.

A face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him gradually appeared before his eyes.

The portrait in his hand was not small.

The woman in the painting wears an exquisite crown inlaid with sapphires and stars, and her long, black hair falls gracefully down like silk.

The woman's eyes and brows revealed an indescribable elegance and wisdom.

She wore a light blue robe embroidered with silver eagles symbolizing wisdom.

It was just a painting, but her expression made her seem like a real person, and her whole being radiated a mysterious light.

Dylan's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the woman's eyes.

Those were a pair of blue eyes, like deep lake water, as if the entire starry sky were hidden within them.

Just as Dylan was gazing intently at the portrait, the previously still eyes suddenly shifted slightly and then focused on Dylan.

Their eyes met in the air.

Dylan felt his heart skip a beat, as if he had been struck by an electric current, leaving him feeling tingly and numb.

—It must be said, Ravenclaw is truly a beauty.

Moreover, the feeling of being surrounded by an aura of wisdom makes the other person appear exceptionally extraordinary.

"A young wizard."

Ravenclaw's voice came from the portrait, gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority.

How did you bring me here?

She tilted her head slightly, and the sapphire on her crown swayed gently with the movement, reflecting a mesmerizing light and adding to her captivating beauty.

Dylan blinked, then came to his senses: "Dean Ravenclaw, how I brought you here is irrelevant. What's important is, do you still have any memories of what happened before?"

"For example, where were you before you came here?"

Ravenclaw narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't seem to recall anything about this either. Did you use a spell to affect me?"

Dylan calmed down after hearing the other person's reply.

It seems that the items produced by the system shouldn't leave him with any uncertain troubles.

“Well then, Dean Ravenclaw, let me introduce myself.”

Dylan suspended the picture frame in mid-air and gracefully gave the other person a gentlemanly bow.

Ravenclaw's gaze swept across the forest and then over the sea.

"Such an unfamiliar space... I think your explanation should be as brilliant as possible."

Dylan smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so assertive. In my memory, the headmaster of Ravenclaw was a very gentle person."

Ravenclaw paused slightly, raised her eyebrows, and sized up Dylan: "Judging from what you've said, are you perhaps a student at Hogwarts?" "That's right. This is my space, my world, and I set the rules here."

Dylan snapped his fingers.

The distant waves solidified into transparent steps.

Direct access to the cloud.

Dylan, carrying the portrait, climbed step by step to a high altitude and looked down.

Suddenly, millions of fireflies lit up the forest.

A starry dome also appeared above their heads.

Ravenclaw raised an eyebrow and gracefully raised his hand in the portrait.

Instantly, Dylan felt a magical force erupting silently.

Her fingertips traced the edge of the canvas, and a pale blue light shimmered in the light.

It seems she is using magic to sense her surroundings.

"An intriguing space. I felt the power of rules, and these rules—"

Ravenclaw's gaze fell on Dylan again, his eyes now filled with a hint of inquiry.

"It seems that all of this has been imposed upon you."

"What exactly happened at Hogwarts? Why is there a little wizard like you?"

Dylan chuckled. "Nothing happened at Hogwarts. It's just that I'm different. From now on, this is your new home."

"I will try my best to invite Gryffindor and several other heads of the house to keep you company later."

"Oh? You even managed to bring Gryffindor and the others along?"

"Hmm, I think maybe it's possible."

Dylan paused, listening to Ravenclaw's voice; the other person didn't seem very interested.

"Don't you want to see them?"

Ravenclaw makes a gentle wave in the painting.

“I feel like one second I’m with them, and the next second I’m turned into a painting—so whether I want to see them or not, I don’t really have any feelings about it.”

"Of course, I would be very happy if you could bring Hufflepuff here."

Dylan raised a brow.

It seems so.

Although Hogwarts was built by these four founders.

Ultimately, we're just colleagues.

They had a good relationship when they first started the school.

However, due to differences in their ideologies, they later...

First, there was Slytherin, who had conflicts with the other three founders, and their relationship began to gradually break down.

As for the other three people, although their relationship is still good, it will never be as close as it was at the beginning.

Dylan nodded: "I'll try."

Ravenclaw stared at Dylan: "Which house are you from?"

Dylan smiled. "Gryffindor."

"Oh, so it seems you're not a pure-blooded wizard?"

Dylan blinked.

Ravenclaw chuckled. "Judging from Salazar's thinking, Slytherin probably won't welcome half-blood wizards into the academy anymore."

Dylan shrugged: "A thousand years have passed, and Slytherin has indeed become more like a pure-blood noble school, but after all, Headmaster Slytherin has been dead for so long, and no matter how firm his ideals were, he couldn't influence everyone."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly.

His gaze remained fixed on Dylan.

However, his gaze was no longer stern, but much gentler.

Although she didn't quite understand the current situation.

However, she had a feeling that she was originally a portrait.

Moreover, the young wizard in front of me is a student of Hogwarts, although not Ravenclaw, he is still a Gryffindor.

She knew Gryffindor's temperament all too well.

You can get into Gryffindor.

This suggests that the young wizard's nature is not inherently bad.

Therefore, as the founder of the academy, she is, in a sense, also the headmistress of this young wizard.

How could she be too strict with her students?

"I almost forgot to introduce the most important person—my name is Dylan Hawkwood, Dean, you can just call me Dylan."

Ravenclaw nodded. "Dylan? A very nice name. You come from a commoner family, right? Were your parents wizards?"

Dylan shook his head: "My parents are just ordinary people, they don't have any magic."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly: "Then this world..."

Dylan chuckled softly: "Dean, this is my secret."

Ravenclaw paused, then smiled and changed the subject, no longer mentioning the matter: "I can sense that the world of portraits I inhabit seems to be subtly connected to your space."

Upon hearing this, Dylan immediately raised his eyebrows.

I recalled the effects described in the system introduction.

The Ravenclaw portrait can trigger new effects if placed in a separate world. Could this be what it refers to?

Dylan blinked. "Dean Ravenclaw, you mean, perhaps you can step out of the world of the portrait and come into my world?"

Ravenclaw nodded: "But I also sense some limitations, perhaps... this requires your consent?"

Dylan blinked. "Really? Then I'll give it a try."

Dylan's melody and the flowing water steps, the stairs beneath your feet are formed from the solidified and undispersed seawater.

Although there was no moon in the sky at this moment, there was a hazy moonlight that outlined his silhouette.

He was dressed in a long black robe, which fluttered violently in the strong winds high above.

The wind seemed to penetrate the portrait.

The wind even made Ravenclaw's hair fly wildly.

Gazing at the floating Ravenclaw portrait opposite him, Dylan's eyes gleamed. He then stretched out his right hand, passing directly through the portrait and penetrating into it.

Ravenclaw looked at it as if it were a hand reaching out from the void.

Tilting his head slightly.

A slight smile played at the corners of her delicate lips.

The silver eagle embroidery on her skirt seemed to have an urge to spread its wings with her movements.

Hold my hand.

Dylan's voice rang out.

Ravenclaw also gently raised his hand, extending his fingertips to tentatively touch Dylan's palm.

The moment their skin touched.

Ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the portrait.

Dylan gripped her hand tightly and then pulled her back.

Ravenclaw's pale blue robe was the first to leave the canvas.

Next came her arms, and then her whole body.