Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 257 Riddle: Wow, you son of a bitch!
"Ravenclaw relies more on the wisdom and judgment of its members when dealing with dark magic, and I'm not just referring to myself, but to all the wizards who can enter my school."

Dylan nodded: "Indeed, I was right. Your approach to dealing with dark magic is correct."

Ravenclaw smiled. "The real danger never lies in magic itself, but in the intentions of the person who uses it."

“I always encourage my students to develop a rational understanding of black magic through thinking and learning, rather than blindly following the ban.”

Dylan smiled gently: "To harness knowledge with wisdom, rather than be enslaved by it—your famous quote has been passed down to this day and always serves as a reminder to me."

"Really? If it can serve as a wake-up call for you, I think it might also have some effect on other students."

“Of course.” Dylan opened the diary in his hand.

Then, he tapped it lightly.

A soul then flew out from it.

The soul seemed to have broken free from the diary.

It was the boyish soul of Voldemort—Tom Riddle.

He was suspended in mid-air, with some hideous, dark, bloody marks stuck to the cuffs of his white shirt.

His handsome face now revealed a hint of malice, and his dark, bright eyes were like a bottomless, icy pool, staring intently at Dylan.

His face bore the arrogance unique to young people, but his eyes were filled with resentment at being imprisoned and disobeyed.

However, he dared not reveal his resentment.

Instead, he suppressed his hatred beneath a calm surface, his eyes only slightly narrowed as he silently watched Dylan.

Hedong in thirty years and Hexi in thirty years.

Don't underestimate the Black Demon King's poverty!

One day, he will take back everything that belongs to him!
Now all he needs to do is be patient and wait.

"Is this the Dark Lord you mentioned, the one who turned my crown into a Horcrux?"

Ravenclaw's voice rang out, tinged with surprise.

"Has he already learned how to forge Horcruxes at such a young age?"

Upon hearing Ravenclaw's voice, Riddle finally glanced past Dylan's side and looked at the woman standing behind Dylan.

The woman wore a bronze eagle ring on her wrist. She had a cool and aloof demeanor, a beautiful face, and an air of wisdom about her.

Looking at that familiar face.

Riddle's body, suspended in mid-air, paused almost imperceptibly.

The gloom in his eyes was replaced by a strange astonishment.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Riddle opened his mouth.

His expression was slightly blank.

It's like encountering a "variable" that doesn't meet your expectations for the first time.

"she……"

Dylan chuckled: "Looks like you recognized them? That makes sense. After all, there are portraits of the four founders of the academy in the school. You even turned their relics into Horcruxes, so you couldn't possibly not know what they looked like, right?"

Upon hearing Dylan's words, Riddle snapped out of his daze, his gaze sweeping over Ravenclaw, a hint of shock on his face.

"You...how could you be with...her, how could she..."

Dylan snapped his fingers.

Riddle's mouth instantly seemed to be sewn shut, and he stammered, unable to utter another sound.

Dylan shook his head: "You don't need to know how I brought the former dean here. Perhaps you will have the opportunity to meet the other three deans later."

“Now, your new job is here.” Dylan looked at Riddle, his gaze shifting, his eyes smiling, as if he were looking at a valuable commodity.

Even though Riddle was somewhat used to being stared at like that, he still felt a vague sense of humiliation.

Not to mention that now, besides Dylan, there's an outsider standing here, watching helplessly as he's treated like a slave, being driven around by Dylan at will!
"Damn it... Once I'm fully resurrected, I'll tear this brat to pieces!"

Riddle dared not reveal a single thought in his mind.

Otherwise, another set of dark magic awaits him.

Think back to the past.

Almost everyone in the magical world fears his dark magic.

But now?
But he was terrified of another person's dark magic!

This is simply a shame!
Ravenclaw covered his mouth and chuckled softly: "Is this a part of his soul that split off when he was young?"

Dylan nodded.

Ravenclaw also looked Riddle up and down.

"From Slytherin House?"

"Yes."

"Well, I knew his philosophy would lead students astray."

Ravenclaw shook his head slightly: "To be able to create a Horcrux independently at such a young age shows his ruthlessness, but his talent is obviously also outstanding, otherwise he could not have become the Dark Lord of your time."

"The Dark Lord..."

Ravenclaw chewed on those words.

She then chuckled softly.

"In our time, everyone has their own understanding of magic, but no one has ever dared to call themselves the Dark Lord. Perhaps no one would even proclaim themselves the Demon King."

Dylan nodded slightly: "In fact, besides this guy, there was another Dark Lord who was unusually active in the early 20th century, but he was eventually defeated by the greatest White Wizard of this century and is now imprisoned."

"The greatest white wizard?"

"That is, Dumbledore, whom I told you about before."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly: "I see. It seems that this Dumbledore is also a man of exceptional talent."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Riddle frowned as he watched the two of them chatting away, ignoring him.

Dylan glanced at him sideways.

Riddle paused, his eyelids twitching slightly.

After being tormented for so long, even with his high aspirations, he had become numb.

Even though he kept telling himself that as long as he was patient and waited, his original body would be resurrected and things would turn around for him.

But in reality, he was also very afraid that this little wizard would destroy all the rest of his souls.

Then he became his own true form...

But now he's in their hands again, so even if he does eventually come back to life, what then...?

Riddell had been trying to avoid thinking about these things.

However, this thought would always linger in his mind, constantly swirling around.

Over time, he naturally developed a certain fear of Dylan.

The current forbearance is not only to wait for a turning point to appear.

Furthermore, it was so that if he truly had no way to continue, he would ultimately fall completely into the hands of this damned little wizard.

at the moment.

The restraint at this moment.

Perhaps it can also bring down that damned, despicable, evil, vicious, and ruthless little wizard...

Give him a break.

Even if it's the only option left in the end.

But a wise person should always learn to find the most comfortable path for themselves.

Sometimes, even if he doesn't believe in fate, doesn't look to the heavens, and doesn't think there are any gods in this world.

Even if he believes himself to be a god.

Even gods can be raped one day...

That being the case.

He didn't say he wanted to turn the whole world into one giant brothel. At the very least, he wanted to give himself more options and more ways out.

Therefore.

Riddle not only learned to be patient in front of Dylan, but also learned to show weakness, and even... submit!
"It seems you're already eager for your new job, very good." Dylan nodded in satisfaction.

He raised his hand slightly.

Ravenclaw's tiara appeared on the table, next to the diary.

The gleaming metal edges were now completely free of dust.

The shimmering gemstone refracts a faint, mysterious blue light under the illumination.

It sat quietly next to the diary.

The texture of the leather cover of the diary is clearly visible.

Riddle's phantom was already floating in mid-air.

The instant his gaze fell upon the crown.

It felt like my whole body was being gripped by an invisible hand.

Those dark eyes widened suddenly, the pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and even the suspended body swayed, almost falling back into the diary.

"This...this is impossible..."

Riddle's voice was distorted, filled with an unprecedented panic, and the words he uttered sounded as if they were being crushed.

"How did it get here? No, where did you find it? No, this isn't right..."

Riddle's face was no longer showing any composure or calculation.

All that remained was pure astonishment, their gazes fixed intently on the crown.

His prediction actually came true!
The reason he was so subservient here was because this damned little wizard treated him like a sewer rat, wantonly using him for all sorts of experiments.

Isn't it all so that one day he can truly be resurrected and take revenge for today's humiliation?

But now...

But he ended up like this.

The key is!

Besides him, another Horcrux has fallen into the hands of this damned little wizard!
So close, he could clearly sense the fragment of the soul within the crown that shared the same origin as his own.

They are desperately trying to hide themselves.

They tried to hide themselves in the crown so that no one would find out.

But... the Horcruxes have already fallen into this guy's hands.

What's the point of hiding it?
Eat a few of the Unforgivable Curses.

No matter how hard you try to hide, there's no way to escape now!
damn!

Things shouldn't have turned out this way...

Why is this happening...

Riddle's phantom soul flickered again, and even became dimmer.

Ravenclaw blinked.

It seems that Voldemort, known as the Dark Lord, has probably suffered a lot of torment at Dylan's hands.

Although they could almost all be called prisoners now, she, as a prisoner, was able to help Dylan manage the entire world.

In contrast, this Dark Lord seems to have caused quite a stir throughout the entire magical world.

But they were trapped inside this tiny Horcrux.

Not only are they barely clinging to life, but they also have to endure endless pain.

"I think you should know what your next task is, right?"

Dylan looked at Riddle with a smile.

The latter's expression was stiff, and his face was ashen.

Now another Horcrux has fallen into Dylan's hands.

What does this mean?
That damned and despicable little wizard is trying to wipe out all his Horcruxes!
What to do, what to do? What should he do now?!

Dylan watched as the guy muttered something to himself again, and his eyes narrowed even more.

In fact, Riddle is a very intelligent and cunning person.

This can be seen from the fact that he was able to easily shift the blame for his crimes onto Hagrid during his school days.

Dylan knew that even though Riddle was currently in his hands, he must be plotting something.

However, Dylan didn't care what he was planning.

This world belongs to him.

In this world, he is God!
All means are futile in the face of absolute power.

No matter the conspiracy or trickery, one unforgivable act can shatter it!
Unless, Voldemort has already mastered the power to shatter the world.

Only then will there be a chance to escape from his world.

However, his world is not like Newt's suitcase.

This world is integrated with his pet space.

Naturally, it gains the support of a system, and is no longer just a simple little world.

Even in this world, various rules are being implemented.

Therefore, even if Voldemort could truly destroy the world, what about his own world?
A slight smile appeared on Dylan's lips.

“Your soul is hidden so well that I have no way to get to it. You should have a good talk with him these next few days and get him to come out quickly. I won’t do anything to him.”

Dylan's lips parted slightly: "But—if you can't get him off the Horcrux, I won't see him for a day, and what about you?"

Dylan's gaze fell on Riddle, his expression calm.

But Riddle felt a deep sense of threat!

His lips moved and his face twitched, even though he was unwilling to agree to Dylan's request.

However, the cold reality was right in front of him, forcing him to, and had no choice but to, bow his head!

"I...I understand, but—why are you punishing me if he won't come out? Why don't you just confront him directly?"

Dylan waved his hand: "This is my dean's crown, my dean's heirloom, not your tattered, worthless notebook. Even if I wear the crown on my head, it will make my eyes clear and my magic surge. What use is your diary?"

Riddle's lips twitched violently, and his eyelids twitched.

"Damn."

What the hell is going on?!
Let one of his soul fragments awaken another soul fragment.

Unable to be awakened.

Why punish the one who doesn't wake up instead of the one who should be punished?

Is there still any law or justice in this world?
Riddle took a deep breath.

She forced a smile and nodded in agreement.

"I understand, I will try my best to wake him up, but..."

He paused, then carefully raised his eyes to look at Dylan.

"You've been studying me lately, so you should know that if one soul is immortal, it's very difficult for the others to awaken."

Dylan nodded: "Of course I know that, which is why I asked you to do this."

Riddle: I'll f*** your mother!
A moment of silence.

He let out a breath.

I constantly remind myself of this.

A noble wizard must be elegant!

Even if you're down on your luck, you shouldn't spew out such filthy remarks!
As the most noble demon king in the world, he must have his own backbone!
“I understand,” Riddle said through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)