Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 249 Only in front of my parents can I act like a little kid.
The two stone statues at the entrance are still there.

Dylan glanced at them.

These two guys.

Judging from their unusual appearance, Dylan guessed that they might have once been human.

However, for some reason, it was eventually sealed inside this stone statue.

Moreover, they now serve as gatekeeper statues for Ravenclaw.

Who knows, he might have offended Ravenclaw in the past, and ended up being turned into this by Ravenclaw.

Dylan came out.

The red-eyed stone statue immediately said obsequiously, "How was it? You must have had quite a haul, right?"

The blue-eyed stone statue remained silent.

Dylan nodded slightly: "It's not bad. I'll have more things to do at school from now on."

Seeing that Dylan seemed to be in a good mood, the red-eyed stone statue suppressed its soul-wrenching pain and earnestly asked, "Then... I wonder, would you be willing to let us leave?"

"We have been imprisoned here for many, many years!"

Dylan blinked: "What does your imprisonment have to do with me?"

"Uh……"

The red-eyed stone seemed to choke.

Dylan chuckled.

Let them leave?

how is this possible.

In his world, he was just missing two doormen.

Furthermore, Dylan was also eager to investigate how the two statues were made.

Is the underlying principle the same as what he believes?

Except this.

These two stone statues can also do a lot for him.

How could Dylan possibly let them leave so easily?

Forget about a door, there's not even a mouse hole!

Dylan ignored the red-eyed statue.

Instead, he began to examine the palace.

Then, he gently raised his hand.

He gently tapped the palace wall with his index finger.

next moment.

The entire palace vanished from his sight in an instant.

The red-eyed and blue-eyed stone statues also disappeared without a trace.

"I can actually take it away."

Dylan's eyebrows rose slightly.

I was even happier.

In any case, the equipment in the laboratory in this palace should, more or less, be kept in its original place for the best results.

After all, Dylan had examined the palace and found it to be covered in numerous curses.

The spell affects every aspect of the palace.

Given this, if he simply forcibly dismantles certain parts, he might damage some things.

There was no way to make it easier for him to do what he wanted by using the spells in the palace.

Fortunately, Dylan did not forcibly dismantle the equipment in the laboratory earlier.

Now the entire palace is under his control, and some of the old items can even be put back after some sorting.

He looked up at the sky.

It's very late now.

Dylan planned to go home and get some sleep first, and deal with everything else tomorrow.

His figure floated upwards towards the surface of the sea.

at the same time.

The surrounding seawater was being squeezed inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a boom.

The waves surged.

The seabed was filled back in by seawater.

After glancing back, Dylan looked in another direction.

"Did the commotion attract someone else?"

Dylan's figure suddenly twisted, turning into a pitch-black phantom in the moonlight.

The sea breeze swept past him, but could only stir up a few faint afterimages.

The dark shadow tore through the air at incredible speed, breaking through the clouds.

After sweeping across a large area of ​​land.

Dylan returned home.

His parents were already home at the moment.

However, they didn't sleep at all; instead, they were busy with something.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and vanished in an instant.

"My son will be very surprised when he wakes up tomorrow."

Hubert chuckled, "We said we were going to see a movie, but actually we're going to prepare a gift for him. Tomorrow morning, when he wakes up, he'll see a pile of gifts, and he'll jump for joy!"

"Keep your voice down," Maeve cautioned. "Dylan is asleep; don't wake him."

Hubert nodded repeatedly, but still muttered under his breath, "I'm really looking forward to seeing his expression when he thinks we only gave him that little bit of stuff, and then he wakes up tomorrow and sees all these gifts!"

Maeve did not deny this point.

She nodded gently, her hair falling down: "I'm curious too. Let's get ready quickly, we need to go to bed early so we don't wake up before our son tomorrow."

When this was mentioned, Hubert's expression immediately changed from excitement to helplessness.

There was even a slight sense of collapse.

"I just don't understand. He's so young, yet he gets up so early every day. Isn't he afraid he won't grow tall enough? I won't get a good night's sleep again tonight!"

Maeve chuckled softly: "Do you think our son is still short?"

Hubert scratched his head: "That's true."

I watched my parents packing up the gifts.

His gaze gradually softened.

"Honestly, it's already this late, why aren't you going to sleep? What's the point of all this?"

Dylan was somewhat moved.

Then, he glanced at the things his parents were tidying up.

Including but not limited to, a whole bunch of snacks, oddly shaped and flashy little toys, and all sorts of clothes for Muggles...

Dylan opened his mouth.

What he really wanted to say was that he basically didn't need any of these things.

He doesn't like snacks.

He can't wear the clothes to school.

As for those small toys...

Not to mention.

He had absolutely no interest in these things.

However, it was his parents who put in a lot of effort and spent a lot of money.

That's why I pulled this surprise.

Dylan thought about it and began to consider what kind of performance he should put on the morning of the next day.

How can I avoid appearing overly dramatic?

Are there any acting curses?

Dylan sighed inwardly.

His invisible body floated up slightly, then passed straight through the wall and returned to his bedroom.

He didn't go into the pet space again to talk to Ravenclaw about the treasure she left behind.

Including matters concerning the palace.

Instead, he closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

Since I traveled here.

A problem that had been troubling Dylan was solved almost without him doing anything about it.

That is, he used to suffer from insomnia!

However, now, perhaps it's because of a younger body.

He can fall asleep as soon as he closes his eyes.

And the quality of my sleep is excellent.

Especially after learning magic.

This feeling is even more profound.

Furthermore, he hardly ever had any dreams at night.

He slept until dawn.

This was something he hadn't experienced in a very, very long time in his previous life.

Silent all night.

Wait until you wake up the next day.

Dylan sat up in bed and stretched. He had to admit, sleeping at home was quite comfortable.

No one will bother him at all.

He didn't even need to use spells to take any precautions to avoid being disturbed.

His parents would try their best to keep the volume down so as not to wake him up.

Of course—it's also possible that his parents are still sleeping.

Dylan got out of bed.

Put on your clothes and shoes.

He snapped his fingers lightly.

Magic swept over him.

They quickly cleaned him up completely.

Dylan pricked up his ears and listened.

There was no sound from outside.

After waiting a short while, he opened the door and went out.

The wooden floorboards made a soft creaking sound.

He immediately spotted his parents' figures at the end of the corridor.

The Hawkwoods wrapped themselves in fluffy bathrobes.

Maeve's hair was sticking up in a messy way.

Hubert's image was even worse.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and leaned against the wall, occasionally letting his head droop, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

He was still holding a coffee cup in his hand, and was about to take another sip when Dylan opened the door.

The door was suddenly opened.

Hubert was startled.

But he quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly placed the coffee in the recessed slot next to him.

He then quickly tugged at Maeve, who also looked sleepy.

When Dylan opened the door, the two immediately greeted him with heavy nasal voices, "Merry Christmas! Little one!"

Dylan looked at the two of them.

A helpless smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm not young anymore."

He walked forward.

Seeing that his parents were still holding a banner.

He glanced.

It looks like it was written by my parents.

“Have you grown up yet? Aren’t you just a little kid now?” Hubert muttered.

Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad.

Dylan smiled and said, "Is this a surprise for me? I'm so happy, and I love you all!"

“We love you too.” Maeve’s face softened. “Come to the living room.”

Maeve shoved the ribbon in her hand into her husband's.

Then she took Dylan's hand and led him to the living room.

at this time.

It was still dark.

Maeve's hands were warm from her body.

After lifting Dylan's arm, he gently rubbed Dylan's wrist with his fingertips.

The scent of lavender lingered on her pajamas, mixed with a slightly strong coffee aroma, which drifted into Dylan's nostrils.

The smell made Dylan's nose turn slightly red.

He took a deep breath and managed to hold back.

"Guess what Santa Claus gave you this time?" Maeve said softly.

Hubert followed behind the mother and son: "There must really be a Santa Claus in this world, right? After all, he has magic."

Dylan glanced back at him: "Actually, according to what you're saying, Dad, everyone is Santa Claus, not just wizards with magic, but ordinary people too."

Hubert blinked in surprise: "How should I put it?"

Dylan smiled and said, "Because you are my Santa Claus!"

Hubert was taken aback, then burst out laughing: "Hey! You little rascal, learning magic can make your mouth sweeter?"

Dylan stuck out his tongue.

I can only stay with my parents.

Only then will he feel like he really is a child.

This was a feeling he had never experienced even when he was with Professor McGonagall and other elders.

Maeve covered her mouth and chuckled, "It seems my son has really grown up a bit."

Dylan snorted and then tilted his chin up: "Of course, don't you know whose son I am?"

The three of them came to the living room.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a gray-blue morning mist shrouded the view.

The sunlight, like soaked cotton wool, seeped in through the gaps in the curtains.

The leaping flames flickered in the cupboard wall and cast shimmering light on Dylan's parents' nightgowns.

Hubert, quite unceremoniously, curled up on the carpet first and then let out a big yawn.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect preparing all this would take so long, it's really exhausting!"

Maeve gently nudged her husband's thigh with her toe.

"Don't say that."

Hubert pursed his lips, but nodded nonetheless.

“Come, come, son, these are the things your mother and I prepared yesterday, and we put them into the gift box one by one.”

Hubert waved to Dylan.

Maeve led Dylan over.

Sitting on the sofa.

Dylan took two steps forward and squatted down on the carpet with his father.

Whatever gift you want, we should have it here!

Hubert was quite blunt.

The Christmas tree in front of the sofa was adorned with Christmas decorations.

The statue at the very top still stands with its spear raised.

Since entering the living room, Dylan hadn't glanced at the statue once.

Maeve reached out and picked up a gift box, fiddling with it.

"Why don't we dismantle this first?"

The gift box is bulging.

The wrapping paper also had a crooked snowman printed on it.

"Did Daddy make this?"

Maeve smiled and nodded: "You guessed right. Yesterday he even wrapped duct tape around his fingers. I thought he was going to give you his hand as a Christmas present too."

Hubert glared at him: "Wife! Why do you tell this kid everything? My hands have other uses! You should know that all too well!"

Hubert winked at Maeve.

Maeve paused, a blush rising to her cheeks, then glared fiercely at her husband.

—That old lecher!
How can you say such things in front of children!
I'm going to punish him severely tonight!

Maeve cleared her throat and changed the subject: "Hey, hurry up and open it."

She handed the long, rectangular gift box to Dylan.

Dylan took it.

Then the colored paper was unwrapped.

A wooden easel and a complete set of paints were revealed.

Hubert also tilted his head back, but his eyes were glancing towards Dylan.

“I remember you said when you were little that you wanted to learn to draw. I heard this set is very useful. You can take it back to school and use it in your drawing class.”

Dylan paused for a moment, fiddling with the easel in his hands, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Dad, our school doesn't teach drawing."

Speaking of his previous desire to learn to draw.

Or perhaps it was because he didn't know at the time that he was in the world of Harry Potter.

At that time, he was focused on what he wanted to do in the future, preferably an easy job that could earn money.

Having memories of his past life, he also had some recollection of certain strangely shaped paintings.

If he can replicate it almost perfectly, he might have a chance to become a painter.

this era.

Painters are relatively rare.

Of course, this refers to painters who become famous.

Or rather—an artist.

However, when he tried to simply draw the portraits he remembered, another problem arose.

—His drawing is really ugly.

It could even be described as utterly unbearable to look at!
So in the end, Dylan gave up on the idea.

(End of this chapter)