Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 250 Is this the spatial ring?

Chapter 250 Is this the spatial ring?
Surprisingly, his father still remembers this incident to this day.

After all, these days, it's difficult to support an artist.

It won't cost less than in the previous life.

They were just an ordinary family in England.

Treating painting as a hobby, buying some paints and a drawing board, and painting occasionally is quite good.

However, if you really want your child to become a true painter, you not only need to spend a lot of money and energy to cultivate him, but you also need your child to have potential in this area.

Dylan had neither money nor talent.

I don't plan to cultivate any hobbies or interests.

Therefore, after he expressed his desire to paint, he tried it out and found that he had no talent, so he directly rejected his father's idea of buying him a drawing board.

In those days, pigments were quite expensive.

He doesn't plan to become a painter in the future, so why should he waste money buying these things?
But now, they are considered wealthy.

Now that his father has already bought the painting supplies, if he really wants to paint, he can try it out occasionally.

Let's just consider it a way to cultivate our character.

Even if he doesn't draw well, there's magic to guarantee him a minimum.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Dylan thanked Hubert.

Before Hubert could even show a hint of emotion for two seconds, he suddenly let out a heavy sigh.

"She's really grown up. You can't hear her sweet, childlike voice anymore. She's become so unlovable."

Dylan: (ー_ー)!!
He hesitated, but ultimately did not raise his wand to deliver an Avada Kedavra to his father.

Maeve also squatted down with the father and son.

He pulled a fluffy knitted sweater out of the reindeer gift box.

After comparing the sweater to Dylan's body twice, she suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh! I opened your gift for you. I'm sorry, Mom was in a hurry. I just wanted to see if this dress would suit you. I fell in love with it at first sight when I bought it."

Dylan smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, let me try."

Dylan lowered his head slightly and glanced at the knitted sweater.

Silver glitter is hidden among the light gray yarn.

A cartoon whale was embroidered crookedly at the stitches.

Dylan tilted his head: "But Mom, this shouldn't have been knitted by the shopkeeper, right?"

Maeve smiled shyly: "I originally wanted to knit you a sweater by hand, but now I don't know how tall you've grown, so I just went to the store and bought one."

"Then……"

Maeve blinked her eyelashes and looked at the cartoon whale.

"Then, you sewed another pattern onto the clothes you bought?"

Dylan laughed helplessly.

"That's right~ My idea is pretty good, isn't it?"

Dylan looked at the somewhat crooked whale, which resembled a whale, yet also looked a bit like a salted fish.

For a moment, Dylan was also a little confused about what it was.

Was his mother actually implying that he didn't need to study so hard and could just be a lazy bum?

But because it's difficult to bring up, I'm too embarrassed to tell him directly?
“It fits perfectly!” Maeve held up the sweater to Dylan again. “The sleeves are a little long, but they’ll be just right for layering with thick clothes in the winter.”

Hubert chimed in, "No wonder it's my wife's cooking! This little shark is so cute! But compared to it, it makes our son look so much cuter!"

Maeve paused, then asked, "Didn't I just say it was a whale?"

Hubert was also dumbfounded: "Oh? Is that a whale?"

—When did we say this was a whale?
However, his reaction was quick.

"So that's how it is! It seems I haven't reached the level of an artist yet. This fish has too much soul; only a true artist can understand it."

Maeve lightly punched him: "It's not as exaggerated as you say."

Dylan didn't forget to kick his dad while he was down: "I knew it was a whale at first glance. Looks like Mom, Dad doesn't know you well enough!"

“I didn’t!” Hubert glared.

Maeve also looked at Hubert with feigned reproach, and then deliberately sighed.

Hubert panicked.

"Honey, I really didn't mean to be mistaken—"

He threw himself into Maeve's arms.

Then he snuggled against Maeve.

Maeve gently patted his back: "Oh, I'm not blaming you. Okay, okay, get up."

Dylan originally just wanted to make a sarcastic remark about his own father.

As it turns out, experience truly matters.

She actually used a long pole to attack a snake, and then climbed up the pole herself, forcefully showing off her affection in front of him, feeding him a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

"So you forgive me?" Hubert tilted his head back from his wife's embrace.

“Didn’t I say I never blamed you?” Maeve said.

"Hehehe, I knew you were the best, my wife." Hubert grinned foolishly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Dylan coughed twice loudly.

This indicates that there is another person here.

"There are still many gift boxes here. Son, do you want to open them all now, or save them and open them slowly?"

Dylan thought for a moment and said, "I'll keep them and take them apart slowly later."

Maeve nodded: "That works too."

At that moment, Dylan raised his hand and gently hooked his index finger.

Two gift boxes appeared in front of him.

"This is a gift."

He placed one gift box each at Hubert and Maeve's feet.

"This is for Mom and Dad. Open it and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Hubert immediately wriggled out of Maeve's arms and looked excitedly at the gift box placed in front of him.

The box wasn't big, but what was inside piqued his curiosity.

What kind of Christmas present would you give your wizard son?

Maeve also picked up the gift box.

The movements were made with great care.

Pinch the ribbon with two fingers.

Give it a gentle tug.

The ribbon slipped.

She lifted the lid of the box.

On one of the velvet linings, a ring was quietly gleaming.

The soft carpet wrapped around the three people's knees.

Maeve exclaimed in a rising voice, "My God—this is so beautiful!"

She took the ring out of the box.

This is a silver ring with a very delicate surface and a slightly frosted texture. The contrast between the smooth and polished surfaces makes it look like swirling stars.

"Did you buy this ring?" Maeve asked.

“No, I made this myself before.” Dylan shook his head.

He had indeed planned to give his parents something practical for Christmas.

We will also give you two matching rings.

However, his father made a request yesterday, wanting a storage ring.

He casually placed a seamless stretching spell on the ring.

“Try it on,” Dylan said.

"So what's my gift? Is it another ring? Are your mother and I matching?" Hubert kept nagging.

Dylan rolled his eyes slightly upwards, offering no reply. However, this did not dampen Hubert's enthusiasm in the slightest.

His movements weren't as graceful as Maeve's, but they were crisp and efficient.

The box was opened in no time.

After seeing that there was another ring inside, I realized that it was the same.

Hubert blushed with joy.

He's not sleepy at all now.

She immediately took out the ring and put it on her hand.

He then looked at it over and over again, and finally shoved his palm in front of Maeve's face.

"How is it, wife? Is she pretty?"

Maeve nodded: "It looks good."

She also put on the ring.

The two placed their hands together for comparison.

The rings were indeed almost identical.

One is like stars scattered across the sky, while the other is like a river of stars flowing through the sky.

“But son, this ring is beautiful, but is it really just a ring?” Hubert said.

Dylan knows his father very well.

He knew what kind of fart the other guy was about to say the moment he bent over.

"of course not."

Dylan said slowly.

Hubert's expression shifted from anticipation to disappointment, then back to joy after Dylan gave an affirmative answer.

"What other amazing abilities does it have?"

"Didn't you want a storage ring? Here are these two. You can put your valuables in them from now on."

Dylan added, "However, there is one problem: you don't have magic, so you can't activate the rings yourself. Actually, it would be much more convenient if I made you a spatial pouch, but the rings are smaller and more discreet to use."

"To remedy this problem, I have placed a locking spell on the ring. If you wish to use it, tap the ring three times with your middle finger."

Dylan lifted Maeve's hand and pointed to a spot on the ring: "This way, for the next ten minutes, if you want to collect something, just cover it with your palm and you can do it with a thought."

“If you want to take something, just knock four times. It’s just a matter of thinking. You can take whatever you want.”

"Is it really that amazing?!" Hubert exclaimed, eager to try it out.

He casually picked up a gift box and then began to gently touch the ring with the middle finger of his other hand, following the steps Dylan had told him.

The gift box vanished instantly.

Hubert was even more excited.

"Haha! I'm a magician now!"

“It’s a wizard, Dad,” Dylan corrected.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'll be able to use magic from now on!" Hubert chuckled.

Maeve tried it a couple of times as well.

The discovery was truly amazing.

She couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you, Dylan. I really like this gift, and I will cherish it."

Dylan nodded: "I've also engraved a concealed spell on it. As long as you don't go too far, no one will usually notice that you're using the ring."

"Does it have a name?" Maeve asked.

Dylan blinked and shook his head: "I haven't named it. If you want to, you can choose one yourself."

“Then let’s call it Hubert and Maeve’s Ring!” Hubert suggested.

Maeve shook her head in refusal: "That's too strange."

After thinking for a while, Maeve said, "Look at these two rings, they are both shaped like stars, but this one looks like starlight and this one looks like flowing light. Why don't we just name them these two?"

Hubert immediately nodded in agreement: "That sounds wonderful! It's a great name, let's call them that!"

Look at this old married couple, they're still as sweet as young lovers every day.

Dylan felt helpless, but also relieved.

Although I eat regular food every day, it's a bit hard to swallow.

However, the fact that my parents have a good relationship is obviously a very, very, very good thing.

“You guys must be tired too, right? Why don’t you go and get some rest?” Dylan said.

Maeve had intended to make breakfast for Dylan, but Dylan shook his head.

"No need, Mom. You two go to sleep first. I'll read a book by myself. I probably won't go out today. After you wake up, we can go out for a walk together, or watch TV at home. As for dinner, I'll cook it myself."

Dylan took out his wand and waved it.

Maeve also understood what her son meant.

"Cooking with magic? Your professor wrote to me saying that students can't use magic outside of school. You've done so many things with magic, won't the professor scold you when you go back to school?"

She was a little worried.

Dylan smiled and said, "Mom, as long as you don't tell anyone, no one will know that I've used magic."

Maeve: "Your father and I will definitely not tell your professor about this, but you should still be careful and not use magic in a big way to avoid being discovered by others."

Hubert nodded in agreement: "Yes, those magic professors must be very powerful. Son, you have to be careful at school and don't make the professors angry, otherwise if they want to teach you a lesson, your mother and I won't help you."

Dylan's lips twitched: "Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

"That's good. In that case, let's go to sleep first. I'm a little too sleepy. Why didn't that coffee work at all?"

After the excitement comes fatigue.

Hubert yawned.

Then he stood up, reached out and took his wife's hand, supporting her waist with one hand, and gently lifted Maeve up from the ground.

"Let's go and rest for a while."

Maeve did not refuse.

She was indeed a little sleepy.

“Remember to eat breakfast,” Maeve said to Dylan as she walked toward the bedroom.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll take good care of myself," Dylan nodded.

After the two left.

Dylan looked at the gift boxes scattered on the floor.

A slight sigh.

He remembered that besides that gift, his parents had stuffed quite a few other gifts under the Christmas tree yesterday.
As a result, last night, I secretly went out and bought so many things again.

Think about it now.

Although they pretended to trick him into going to the movies, they actually went to buy him gifts.

But is it possible?

Did this couple go shopping yesterday just so they could be one-on-one?

I just bought him some things while I was shopping.

Dylan shook his head, no longer thinking about these trivial details.

No matter what, it's all thanks to my parents.

Just accept it with gratitude.

Dylan went to the kitchen.

I started making myself breakfast.

Fortunately, he uses magic himself, so the Ministry of Magic won't find out.

So he doesn't need to cook by himself.