Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 252 No wonder this little wizard is so vicious, it turns out he was taught by Ravenclaw!
They broke up.

In the end, it was turned into a gatekeeper beast?

Dylan blinked.

Looking at Ravenclaw.

He was starting to lose control of his expression.

"Am I the one who will end up turning you into this?"

Ravenclaw looked up at Everett.

Everett fell silent.

At this moment, the red-eyed statue spoke up, saying, "I thought you only imprisoned villains here, but I never expected you would be so cruel to your husband!"

Dylan glared at him.

The red-eyed stone statue shuddered instantly.

He looked at Dylan, then at Ravenclaw, as if he had suddenly realized something.

That's it!

So that’s it! !

No wonder this little wizard has such a high level of skill in such vicious black magic.

So it was Ravenclaw who taught them!

He just said it!
How could a little kid possibly master this level of dark magic?

"you……"

At this moment, Ravenclaw frowned slightly and looked at the Red-Eyed Golem.

The red-eyed statue, thinking the other party recognized its voice, sneered, "Now do you regret turning me into this? Back then—"

Ravenclaw, however, merely blinked and asked, "Who are you?"

"What the hell..."

The red-eyed stone statue almost couldn't catch its breath.

—But even if it's not brought up, nothing will happen to him.

"call!"

The red-eyed statue glared fiercely at Ravenclaw: "You actually forgot about me?"

Ravenclaw looked at the other person with a puzzled expression: "Should I remember you?"

Red-eyed stone statue: ...

"I am Mara Beckett!!"

Ravenclaw still looked puzzled.

"Who is that?"

Dylan found the name odd: "Why does this sound like a girl's name?"

The red-eyed statue's ruby ​​eyes flashed: "I was a woman before I died!"

"Clam?"

Dylan: (.)
This red-eyed stone statue was actually a woman before?
He didn't even realize it!
Dylan looked Mara up and down.

"You really can't judge a book by its cover."

Mara: "...Don't judge a book by its cover, my foot! What makes you think I'm a man?"

Dylan blinked: "In any way."

The red-eyed stone statue still wanted to shout.

However, Dylan narrowed his eyes: "Judging from your expression, it seems you have some kind of problem with me?"

The red-eyed statue's tone faltered instantly, then its expression changed drastically, revealing a fawning smile: "How could that be? I know it must be because I'm too vulgar, making you think I'm a man. Actually, I don't wear..."

Dylan glanced at the stone beast.

"Yes, that's true. Not only do you not bring it, but he doesn't either."

Dylan glanced at Everett out of the corner of his eye.

Everett remained silent, clearly unwilling to respond to Ravenclaw's question.

Dylan slowly began, "I don't necessarily need to tell you about what happened between you two."

He looked at Ravenclaw.

"Dean Rowena, why don't you stay here? I'll take my leave now."

Ravenclaw's expression shifted.

She couldn't say whether she wanted Dylan to leave or whether it didn't matter if he stayed.

She never expected to run into her ex-husband here.

And it was her husband, with whom she had lost contact long ago.

The husband was no longer human; instead, he had turned into a stone statue.

She also had many doubts in her heart.

I don't know what I've actually done in the past.

Could it be that she met Everett again before she died?

Then what happened?

The red-eyed stone statue, Mara's eyes, darted between the two of them.

Seeing that Dylan was about to leave, he...she suddenly revealed a look of joy.

Dylan glared at her.

She slightly raised her wand.

The threat was self-evident.

"You two should have a good talk. Make sure you say everything you need to say clearly."

The Mara people are very shrewd; as soon as they heard Dylan's words, they knew what he meant.

Is this meant to tell her to say what she should say and shut up about what she shouldn't?

So what shouldn't be said?

Could it be because of the black magic that Dylan used on her yesterday?
Probably not?
Didn't this guy learn his dark magic from Ravenclaw?
Dylan didn't really care whether Ravenclaw knew he possessed a wide variety of dark magic.

One reason is that, in essence, the other party is just a portrait.

However, he still owns the portrait.

As the owner of the portrait.

In some ways, he could even be considered Ravenclaw's master.

The second reason is...

Dylan didn't believe that many wizards in Ravenclaw's era didn't know black magic.

Not everyone is like Dumbledore, who simply learns about dark magic but resolutely refuses to use it.

So what if Ravenclaw knew he possessed dark magic?
It's just that the dark magic he used was a little stronger, a little more exaggerated, and a little more powerful.

Dylan winked at Coal Ball.

at the same time.

Norbert also woke up.

But all they saw was the corner of their master's clothes disappearing.

"Aww (Master)!"

……

After leaving the space.

Dylan read for a while.

Today is Christmas.

He doesn't plan to do too much; he can relax a bit.

Wait until Mom and Dad wake up.

It was exactly noon.

He also prepared the meal.

The family of three sat together and enjoyed a delicious lunch.

In the afternoon, Dylan accompanied the young couple out for a stroll.

have to say.

The shopping malls of Muggles are somewhat different from the shops of wizards.

High-rise buildings have already been built.

The various businesses that have moved in.

It's definitely not comparable to the shops in Hogwarts Village.

The variety is quite complete.

They sell all kinds of things.

Dylan also bought a lot of small items.

Some can be given away as gifts.

Some can be used as materials.

Some can be used for research.

— It's similar to the research that Mr. Arthur was working on.

Apply magic to Muggle items.

Isn't this a combination of technology and magic?
Mr. Arthur was quite forward-thinking.

Dylan wasn't saying he wanted to create some great magical technology.

However, this is indeed a direction for studying magic.

After all, attempting to apply magic to Muggle creations is itself a form of magic application.

The whole day passed quickly.

The family of three bought a lot of things. They had so many bags and packages that they couldn't even carry them all.

Finally, the mall manager ran out.

They claimed that Mr. Hubert was a VIP at their mall, having already spent hundreds of thousands of pounds there, and that they even helped them carry their belongings to their car in the parking lot.

arrive home.

Dylan looked at the things that filled almost the entire living room and his lips twitched slightly.

The items here were purchased in three separate batches.

The first wave, naturally, consisted of the gift boxes and similar items that the Hawkwoods had initially prepared.

The second wave consisted of a whole bunch of stuff they bought last night.

This is the third batch I bought today.

Dylan shook his head.

He then used magic to cook a meal.

The Hawkwoods praised the food repeatedly.

"As expected of my son, even his cooking is so delicious!" Hubert exclaimed.

“It was made with magic, Dad,” Dylan explained.

“But you made it with magic, didn’t you? Do you think other wizards can make it taste as good as yours?” Hubert retorted.

"...No, that's not true. Since it's magic, some people will learn it better and some will learn it more mediocrely."

"That settles it! You learn magic so quickly and so well, you truly are my son!" Hubert said with a smug look on his face.

Dylan opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Aside from Luna, his parents are probably one of the few people who can really shut him up.

Speaking of Luna...

Dylan's thoughts drifted.

I wonder how things are going on her end.

Luna's family situation is alright, unlike Harry's, which is far from complicated.

Although her mother has passed away, she was always raised with tolerance and freedom before that.

Even now.

Luna's father, Lovegood, would also chat with her from time to time, like a friend.

Of course, when the father and daughter were together, they mostly discussed fantastical topics that had no basis in reality.

"I hope she'll like my gift."

Dylan smiled.

the next day.

late at night.

Dylan ran to one of his safe houses.

I checked it once.

He also brought along the magic circle he had previously acquired—a ghostly and eerie one.

It was set up in all the safe houses except those in the wizarding world.

This formation was mainly used by Dylan to target Muggles.

After all, ghosts still exist in the magical world; in essence, they are just ghosts.

Therefore, this formation is unlikely to frighten any wizards.

On the contrary, it might make people notice the differences, leading to more trouble.

Therefore, Dylan did not set up any formations in those safe houses.

The eerie atmosphere necessitates setting up the magic array at midnight when the yin energy is at its strongest.

So Dylan stayed with his parents during the day.

He only came out at night.

"It's only been a few days! It feels like they want to run off and play by themselves again."

Dylan sighed as he thought about how affectionate the Hawkwoods were when he spent the day watching TV with them.

"Tomorrow I might as well go to Bokin's place to collect some rent and see if Delfini has managed to get me anything good."

After making the decision.

Dylan sprinkled the last of the bat tooth powder, chanting an obscure incantation.

The lines of the magic circle suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue light.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold, like ten thousand ice needles, climbed up my ankles.

The window frames moved automatically without any wind, making a screeching sound like fingernails scraping against glass.

The ground suddenly cracked open with spiderweb-like fine lines, from which wisps of bluish-gray mist seeped out, like countless transparent threads twisting and tangling in the air.

Each wisp of mist carried the scent of aged, decaying earth, gradually coalescing into a dense, ghostly aura that looked like solidified ink slowly flowing.

Wherever it passed, fine water droplets would appear on the wooden table, condensing into eerie blood-like beads that gradually engulfed the entire room.

At the same time, strange ripples appeared on the surface of the wall, like the swollen skin of a living creature soaked in sewage, constantly writhing and undulating.

The air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh and rust, mixed with a faint sandalwood scent.

It made Dylan feel nauseous, and for a moment he thought he was at the intersection of an ancient tomb and a morgue.

As the magic circle operated at full power, the black mist surging from the array's core churned like a tangible substance, condensing in the air into countless illusory arms that sometimes reached out as if trying to grab something, and sometimes retracted back into the black mist.

Within the vortex formed by the condensed ghostly energy, faint sobs and shrill screams could be heard, as if countless trapped souls were struggling and wailing within it.

These sounds, sometimes sharp and piercing, sometimes low and oppressive, intertwine to form a sinister requiem.

The light in the entire space was completely swallowed up by the ghostly aura, turning it dim and gloomy. Even the light from Dylan's wand seemed pale and weak, barely illuminating half a meter in front of him.

It seems this is the characteristic of magic circles suppressing wizards.

Further away, there was unfathomable darkness, and on the walls, it seemed as if pairs of eyes were staring intently at him from the shadows.

Finally, the magic circle was completed.

Basically, the safe houses have been set up quite well.

Dylan is going to try out the effects of activating the magic circle.

At this moment, after the magic circle was formed, a chill filled the room.

Dylan could see it clearly.

This is the ghostly energy emanating from the magic circle.

The ghostly aura enveloped the entire room.

Subtly, the presence of the entire house did indeed become less noticeable, even diminishing somewhat.

This safe house is not big.

Dylan casually picked up the bronze candlestick from the wooden table.

The tip of the wand lightly grazed the air.

moment.

The magic of the Transfiguration Charm dissipated.

Metal twisted.

After a series of water-like ripples appeared on the surface of the candlestick.

Dylan tossed it casually.

In the blink of an eye, the candlestick was transformed into a puppet dressed in coarse linen clothes.

Although his eyes still looked somewhat empty.

However, it's only for experiments and doesn't need to be too realistic.

Dylan began to activate the magic circle.

Immediately, at the core of the formation.

Streams of black mist gushed out.

The ghostly aura surrounding them gradually coalesced.

At this moment.

The wall even began to seep out a black, tar-like viscous liquid, outlining distorted human face contours.

A ghostly green light flickered in their sunken eye sockets, and their lips twitched into a half-smile. Whenever Dylan's gaze swept over them, those ghostly faces would blink eerily.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out.

After taking shape, the evil spirit bared its fangs and claws and pounced on the puppet that Dylan had transformed into.

The sharp claws sliced ​​directly across the neck.

It pierced through it in an instant.

While the evil spirits were still trying to do something.

Dylan, however, tapped it lightly with his wand.

The fierce demon instantly transformed into a sheep.

The action stopped.

It stood obediently beside Dylan, no longer doing anything, even retracting its claws and fangs.

"Hmm, it feels even more powerful than the magic array I previously set up in the manor."

Dylan nodded in satisfaction.

If someone were to find his safe house and try to break in, they wouldn't be greeted by him, but rather by a huge surprise.

"That's about it, time to go home."

Dylan suppressed the ghostly energy and then let the magic circle operate on its own.

He then went home.

I have other things to do tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)