Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 258 Wood tries to drown himself in the downpour.
Dylan wasn't in a hurry to do anything to Riddle, nor was he in a hurry to pull Voldemort's soul out of the Ravenclaw crown.

In any case, since you've been assigned a job, you should definitely let people try it out for a while first.

Dylan considers himself a very competent boss.

They neither mistreat nor abuse their employees.

Of course, this is on the premise that the employee can complete the tasks assigned to him/her reasonably.

If his requirements are not met, the employees will not be able to meet them.

He may take some measures.

after all……

Although he claims to be in a boss-employee relationship, he is actually the master of these people.

Dylan felt that probably no one else could treat their servants as well as he did.

After leaving the cabin with Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw stood beside Dylan, blinked slightly, and then asked, "Is it really okay to just leave him here like this?"

Ravenclaw had also learned a little about Voldemort from the modern books he had recently read.

Even the book itself only referred to Voldemort as a mysterious man, making him seem quite enigmatic.

Regardless, it is clear that this dark wizard named Voldemort was a remarkably talented and intelligent individual.

Even if such a person falls into this predicament, it's hard to guarantee that the other party might have some hidden tricks up their sleeve.

Dylan now places the two Horcruxes together like this.

A soul appears to be asleep, but in reality, it is hiding itself tightly within a Horcrux.

A soul can freely enter and exit a Horcrux.

Will the other party use this as an excuse to do something...?

Isn't this little wizard at all worried?

Dylan waved his hand: "Don't worry, this is my world. Unless they have the power to destroy it, everything is under my control, and..."

Dylan smiled and looked at Ravenclaw: "Look at you, my butler."

Ravenclaw paused for a moment, then smiled and chuckled softly.

"Since you trust me so much, don't worry, I won't let you down."

"With your assurance, Dean, I naturally trust you."

Dylan smiled.

Saying goodbye to the pets.

Dylan nodded slightly to Ravenclaw, then vanished from the pet space in a flash.

After returning to the Gryffindor common room.

Just opened the door.

Dylan then saw that Harry was lying limply on the bed, covered in sweat.

Looking around with wide eyes.

He looked like Harry had just done some strenuous exercise and was completely exhausted.

"This is?"

Dylan walked over and teased Harry with a smile.

"Although we are all boys, I must remind you that excessive indulgence is only harmful to your health."

"what?"

Harry didn't react for a moment.

However, he had a sudden inspiration.

His entire face instantly turned bright red.

"Dylan! What are you saying! What have I done to indulge you?"

Dylan was just making a casual joke and never expected that a little kid like Harry would understand what he was saying.

However, judging from Harry's reaction, it seems that the other party really understood the meaning behind his words.

This surprised Dylan somewhat.

Dylan blinked.

Thinking about it for a moment, it seems quite normal that Harry can understand this.

After all, children in England aren't actually that conservative.

Even in the Muggle world, he had seen plenty of little kids playing ball.

They might not feel anything at all, but seeing others do it, those without strong subjective opinions just follow suit.

Even if Harry didn't understand at first, his cousin at home...

They don't look like innocent children.

Perhaps they already knew how to control the Qilin Arm.

Through constant exposure and influence.

It's not surprising that Harry could understand it.

Even in the wizarding world.

Throughout Hogwarts, there are quite a few students who are in relationships.

Dylan shrugged. "How would I know what you're indulging in? Maybe you're just tired of playing Quidditch?"

Harry opened his mouth: "No, I haven't been training much lately."

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked Harry up and down: "So what's this?"

Harry struggled to sit up, hesitated for a moment, but then revealed to Dylan, "I'm telling you, but don't tell anyone else, okay?"

"What's up?" Dylan tilted his head. "Are you really in a relationship?"

"No! I didn't!" Harry's cheeks, which had just returned to normal, turned red again. "Professor Lupin was just teaching me the Patronus Charm! If I can learn the Patronus Charm, I can deal with those Dementors!"

Dylan understood.

He hasn't talked to Harry and the others lately.

One reason is that he doesn't have much time.

Secondly, Harry and his friends seemed to be busy with something, but they still left late and returned early, so they never ran into Dylan, who left early and returned late.

It seems that it's time for Lupin to teach Harry the Patronus Charm.

Dylan shook his head slightly.

"Practicing the Patronus Charm is a difficult thing, but don't forget the Boggart that Professor Lupin took us to see before. Even when facing fear, it could still recall joyful things. Your Patronus Charm will then progress rapidly."

Dylan has a great deal of experience using the Patronus Charm.

He had long since mastered the method of casting the Guardian Spell, but he had never been able to successfully summon the Guardian.

It took him a considerable amount of time to successfully master the Guardian Angel Spell.

However, his Patronus's main purpose was not, like Harry's, to be used to fight Dementors.

Dementors are nothing compared to him.

He's even worse than Voldemort.

His guardian spirit had no need to deal with the Dementors.

Compared to confrontation.

His guardian spirit occasionally does simple tasks, such as tormenting Dementors or running errands for him, and that's enough.

However, a Poro Pixiu has short arms and legs, so whether it can run errands is another matter.

Fortunately, Dylan doesn't need to arrange a guardian spirit to run errands for him.

"Dylan, did you bring any chocolates from home with different flavors? Like some with chopped fruit."

Dylan nodded: "Of course."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up with excitement. "Could I have some? I ate five Chocolate Frogs to try and fight off the Dementors' effects! They were all the same flavor, and they're so sick of them."

"Then why don't you eat some candy? I have some fruit candy, fruit-flavored chocolate, some with chopped nuts, oh, and some milk-flavored ones, you can have them all."

Dylan flipped his hand, and a bag appeared in his palm.

He casually tossed it to Harry, who quickly reached out and caught it.

"Thanks!" Harry rummaged through the bag, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at the abundance of candy and chocolate inside. There was nowhere to buy anything at school.

Not to mention the wide variety of candies like these.

The only food he could get at school was chocolate frog.

—And it was given to him by Professor Lu Ping.

He had eaten so much that he really didn't want to eat anymore.

However, Harry couldn't say anything about Professor Lupin only preparing chocolate frogs for him.

After all, this is also because people are worried that he will have difficulty adapting during the process of learning the Guardian Charm.

That's why I bought it for him.

However, the professor did not expect that eating only one type of chocolate might make him feel nauseous.

What could he say?

Should I complain to the professor?
This was out of kindness; they even thought of bringing him some desserts to ease his discomfort.

It's just that my thinking wasn't comprehensive enough...

"You've really done me a huge favor!"

Harry took a fruit chocolate out of the bag.

This is a real fruit wrapped in chocolate. When you take a bite, you not only get the rich chocolate flavor, but also burst with juice, allowing you to taste the real fruit pulp.

Dylan stroked his chin as he watched Harry eat so happily.

indeed.

Going out to buy food is a hassle.

—For an ordinary junior wizard.

But if you can do it yourself, that would be even better.

"Perhaps I should start thinking about building a magical food production line now."

He possesses an extremely skilled command of cooking.

All you need to do is research more food spells, design the spells in advance, and then use the tools.

A fully automated production line can be set up.

At that time, all you need to do is prepare the ingredients, and the food will be served to you whenever you want to eat it.

You can even do it without preparing any ingredients.

Simply create them in advance, or combine them with a few spells to summon ingredients.

The two are combined.

It fully realizes the mass production of food using magic spells.

Moreover, this food isn't some unpalatable pre-made dish.

On the contrary, it was an excellent and delicious meal.

Dylan smacked his lips.

This idea seems quite good.

Worth trying.

Dylan is open to all sorts of whimsical ideas that pop into his head from time to time.

He was already on the path of research, and whatever he researched, as long as it was useful to him, he could choose to give it a try.

Anyway, as wizards, their lifespan is longer than that of ordinary people.

Not to mention that he has now indirectly mastered immortality.

Even though he did not learn immortality through studying magic.

But this will also give him plenty of time to study in the years to come.

Therefore, the sense of urgency I felt when I first started learning magic has faded considerably now.

Be spontaneous and natural.

Just let the boat drift wherever you want to fish.

"Setting up the production line isn't difficult; the key is the food preparation process, ensuring that the food tastes good. That's what's important."

Dylan cast a cleansing spell on himself and then sat on the bed.

After thinking for a moment, he summoned the coal briquette.

"Moo!"

The coal ball, which was extending its claws, was suddenly caught by its owner. It quickly retracted its claws and let out a soft cry.

Dylan smiled and patted its head, giving the little guy a thorough cleaning.

—He didn't mean to complain that the coal was dirty.

only……

After all, you're going to bed anyway. It's like washing your feet and then drying them before getting into bed—it's a perfectly normal thing to do, right?
"Speaking of which, don't you need to train lately?"

It is now evening.

It's time to eat.

But Dylan wasn't in a hurry.

"Of course I need it! It's just that... someone anonymously gave me a broom, and now it's being kept by Professor McGonagall because it's suspected of being enchanted by dark magic."

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "Does this have anything to do with your training? Didn't I give you a broom before?"

“Hmm…it’s somewhat related.” Harry scratched his head. “The professor told me to rest until we find out if there’s any dark magic on that broom, so I won’t be affected by it.”

"Of course, if I need to practice, I can still practice—I can use your broom. And Oliver is also trying to help me so that my practice privileges aren't taken away because of an anonymously sent broom. And there have been some results so far."

Harry smiled and said, "Besides, we don't need to play in the first match this term. Slytherin and Ravenclaw will decide the winner."

Dylan nodded: "It's a good thing Professor McGonagall didn't take away the broom I gave you, otherwise you would have had to ride the meteor to practice."

The meteor is a spare broom specially provided by the academy for students to use when learning to fly.

The brooms provided by the college were of very poor quality; they could even be described as worn out.

Riding on this kind of broom.

Learning to fly in flight lessons is one thing.

I want to ride it and fly onto the court.

Maintaining a stable flight is already quite an achievement.

Not to mention they would use these brooms to help their academy win.

That's almost impossible.

Harry blinked, somewhat touched.

“You gave me a broom a long time ago, and I’ve been using it very well. It’s really been a great help to me now. I’m really grateful to you, Dylan.”

I don't know if it's because of contact with Dementors.

Harry's emotions were becoming slightly weaker at this moment.

They hadn't even exchanged two sentences yet.

His eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.

Dylan clicked his tongue. "What's there to thank me for? Alright, alright, as long as you have a broom to compete with, that's fine. Besides, I think even if I hadn't given you that broom, Professor McGonagall would have returned it to you before the competition."

Harry chuckled.

"No wonder I haven't seen Wood urging you to practice much lately."

“Uh… this…” Harry’s smile faltered.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Dylan looked over.

Harry blinked, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "The last competition didn't go so smoothly, did it? Wood stood in the heavy rain the whole time, and it seems he even fainted later. Hagrid had to carry him back in the end."

"Huh?" Dylan looked surprised. "You insisted on getting soaked in the rain, and even knocked yourself unconscious?"

"Well, the specific situation seems to be... Wood wanted to drown himself during the downpour that day... but Hagrid ruined it."

Harry stammered, "That's what Fred and the others told me, I don't really know."

(End of this chapter)