Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 267 Voldemort: I'm Insulting Myself

"and then?"

Harry pursed his lips: "But Professor McGonagall said she still needs to check more carefully, even though it's been so long and she still hasn't found anything."

"Wood kept going to Professor McGonagall because of this, and eventually Professor McGonagall got a little angry and even yelled at Wood."

"Professor McGonagall said that Wood valued winning or losing the game, and whether or not he could win the trophy, more than whether or not I could live."

Harry gave a wry smile: "Do you know why Professor McGonagall would say something like that?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you just say that? Because Professor McGonagall thinks Wood values ​​the trophy more than your life."

Harry's lips twitched: "...That's right, but more specifically, it's because Wood told Professor McGonagall that as long as I can catch the Golden Snitch during the match, he doesn't care if I get thrown off my broom."

"That's why Professor McGonagall was so furious," Dylan nodded.

Ron's eyes widened: "How could he say that? I want to yell at him too!"

Harry chuckled wryly. "I was shocked when Wood told me about it. He even asked me why Professor McGonagall yelled at him like that..."

Ron exclaimed incredulously, "Doesn't this guy know what kind of rubbish he's spouting?"

Harry opened his mouth, "Maybe he just didn't realize it? After all, you know how much he values ​​the trophy... and he said he'd fall a hundred times if he could catch the Golden Snitch..."

Dylan chuckled. "If someone else said that, it would be really outrageous, but if it's Wood... it's not entirely incomprehensible."

Harry nodded, somewhat amused and at a loss for words: "So I think he really is exaggerating a bit."

Wood, that guy, has fallen off his broomstick several times while trying to catch the Quaffle.

So it's quite reasonable that Wood doesn't care whether the person catching the ball will fall off the broom.

Harry scratched his head: "Wood also said that he probably wouldn't be able to get that state-of-the-art flying broom back for me, and he even apologized to me for it."

Ron paused, blinked, and scratched his head: "Is Quidditch really that fun? It can drive people crazy. I'm tempted to try playing Quidditch myself..."

Harry laughed upon hearing this: "I think with your skills, if you could join the Quidditch team, you could definitely help Gryffindor win the game!"

Ron chuckled: "Really?"

Harry nodded. "I think so."

Ron was praised a couple of times, then ran off to the side, grinning like an idiot.

Harry then looked at Dylan.

After a moment's hesitation, he turned to Dylan and said, "Dylan, last time when Professor Lupin was teaching me how to use the Patronus Charm, I noticed that his expression was not good."

Dylan blinked and glanced at the small lab bench he had piled up in his dorm room.

"What's wrong? Did he say something to you?"

Would Lupin dare to secretly complain about Professor Snape in front of Harry?

Harry shook his head, then nodded. "He told me something, but I didn't quite understand it."

Harry looked puzzled. "He told me that it's best to stay in the dorm and not go anywhere else, let alone wander around."

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "He told you not to run around, so just don't run around. He must know something, why do you care so much?"

Harry thought about it and agreed: "Well, I thought Professor Lupin thought I was always causing trouble and hurting myself, so he didn't let me run around—Mrs. Pomfrey and I know each other very well."

Dylan blinked: "It's not impossible."

Harry looked around: "Oh right, the socks I accidentally got wet while playing ball last time, I don't know where I put them after I took them off, and I've been looking for them to wash them but I can't find them..."

"And what's strange is that I haven't been able to smell it at all. When I took it off, I was rushing to do my homework, so I just stuffed it in. But I remember that the socks smelled a little... not very good."

Dylan blinked even faster: "Oh, I think I saw a pair of really old socks in my dorm room. They smelled weird, so I just threw them away. So they were yours? Sorry."

Harry was taken aback, his cheeks flushed, and he quickly said, "I should be the one apologizing... I'm sorry I didn't put my socks away right away, they smelled bad to you."

Dylan calmly shook his head: "It's okay, it's not a big deal."

—In fact, Dylan happened to see Harry's smelly socks when he was brewing potions for Lupin.

So he added a little something to the potion.

He extracted all the odorant from the smelly socks and then injected it into the medicine.

Anyway, although he brewed the wolfsbane potion, it was Lupin who drank it, and Lupin would probably only think that Professor Snape was targeting him.

Even if it smells bad, you can only hold your nose and drink it.

Dylan even set a new record for this achievement.

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[Achievement]: The smelly socks are here!

[Description]: Stinky Socks Brand Potion, sponsored by Harry Potter! You deserve it!

[Requirement to activate]: Feed Lupin the potion that smells like stinky socks.

[Achievement Reward]: Max Level Magic - Summon Stinky Socks!

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Dylan couldn't think of any use for this spell for the time being, so he hadn't studied it much.

……

A few more days passed.

after class.

Dylan returned to his dorm.

He crawled straight into his briefcase.

In an instant, Ravenclaw appeared beside him.

Dylan looked at her: "Has that guy made a move?"

Ravenclaw shook his head.

Dylan shrugged. "I'll go check on him."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly. Since Dylan didn't want her to come along, she naturally didn't need to.

Instead, he turned around and walked towards the basilisk, intending to feed it a few more pieces of meat.

The basilisk has lost a lot of weight recently.

It's not very conducive to bleeding and cutting flesh.

We need to raise it more.

By this time, Ravenclaw had gradually adapted to his role as Dylan's butler.

This kind of life seems pretty good.

Every day, I water the flowers, tend the grass, feed the snakes, feed the cats, feed the dragons, and feed the people.

Every now and then, it would play around with a group of small creatures.

There were also many experimental materials, as well as her original laboratory.

Read when you want to read, relax when you want to relax.

She didn't even need to worry about the complicated things that came up after the school was established, and was able to devote herself wholeheartedly to her own thinking.

Ravenclaw couldn't help but start to enjoy this kind of life.

More importantly.

Everett is here too.

They still communicate from time to time. One of them is trapped inside the stone statue.

One of them was also trapped in the world.

However, the increased time spent alone not only allows them to reflect on their own, but also provides a wealth of topics for discussion in their next conversation.

For a moment, they seemed to have rediscovered the feeling of those days.

However, this feeling is not quite the same as it was back then.

The intensity has diminished, replaced by a sense of peace and a familiar yet distant feeling.

Yes, she no longer has romantic feelings for Everett.

They are now one portrait and one stone statue.

Even if his soul is still human, after such a long period of time, Everett alone would find it difficult to develop feelings for anyone else.

So their current state is more like that of familiar old friends.

For Ravenclaws, learning more and exploring the unknown is far more interesting than romance.

Even now, her curiosity about Dylan far surpasses the feelings she once had for Everett.

at the same time.

Dylan arrived at the cabin.

As soon as they got close, they heard Riddle's angry curses.

"You idiot, do you think you'll be safe hiding inside? He just doesn't want to damage this crown. If you don't come out soon, and he really pushes you too far, not only will you be tortured by him, but I will too!"

"Damn it! Can't you even understand human speech? Do you think you can get away with pretending to be asleep? Do you think I don't know you can hear me right now?"

"Say something! Are you coming out or not? So many days have passed. Didn't you see how that guy tormented me when he asked me about the progress three days ago? You selfish, despicable, and hateful little man!"

"Say something! Are you just going to stand by and watch me be tortured by him? I'm you too!!"

At this time, inside the house.

On the table in the center.

Riddle's figure was dim and ethereal, one hand resting on the diary, weak and listless, but his expression was ferocious as he cursed at the crown placed next to the diary.

Indeed, people can't even empathize with their future selves.

Riddle cursed for a while, but found that the crown remained silently in its place, without any movement or reaction, which made him even angrier.

At that moment, Dylan also walked in.

Riddle stiffened, slowly letting go of the diary, and stood up straight.

—During this time, he had thought of countless ways to escape this hellhole.

However, to this day, he has not even put his ideas into action.

Because he realized that the region he was in seemed to be different from the world he originally knew.

He couldn't even control the magic here.

Only this damned guy in front of me, if he wants to absorb life force, then let him absorb life force.

You can arrange him however you want.

He was powerless to struggle or resist.

So he was very worried that if he tried to escape, he might not be able to get out and would be subjected to even greater torment and experience even deeper pain.

He had witnessed firsthand how that damned dark wizard used his dark magic.

Some of the other party's methods were even more evil and cruel than his!

Rather than doing that, it's better to endure it for now and wait for the opportunity to take revenge in the future.

And now, Dylan has brought back another Horcrux.

He could clearly sense that within this Horcrux lay fragments of a soul similar to his own.

He wasn't so panicked when he was alone here, and he was able to keep his composure even when he was being tormented from time to time.

He believed that his external self would eventually have a chance to achieve true resurrection.

At that time, these soul weapons that have been scattered abroad will become the enemy's strongest support.

Of course, if Voldemort were to truly be resurrected, his adversaries would also be his allies.

Holding onto this idea, Riddle believed that this time he would do the same as when he was studying at Hogwarts, successfully framing Hagrid for the crime of killing Myrtle and getting away with it easily.

But now, instead of waiting for Voldemort outside, they've gotten another Horcrux that this damned dark wizard has lured in!
The two Horcruxes fell into his hands.

Riddle panicked!
Two Horcruxes have already fallen into the enemy's hands, so what about the third and the fourth?

If more and more Horcruxes fall into Dylan's hands.

Can he maintain his current state...?

He's been here for so long.

I've endured so much torment for so long.

Instead of hope, they were met with even deeper despair.

With a new Horcrux, Dylan probably won't want to continue researching it anymore.
A new soul fragment is bound to be more appealing than this one, which has already been studied countless times.

And what about the Horcrux itself?
It's just a trivial thing!

Anything can become a Horcrux!

This evil dark wizard probably already knows how to create Horcruxes!

If that's the case, the Horcrux itself loses its value in the eyes of the opponent.

What is valuable is clearly the soul that can withstand multiple spells from the other party without being destroyed!
Therefore, having a new Horcrux means having a new soul.

With other immortal souls around, what use is his old soul?
Will the other side just destroy him?
Riddle doesn't want to die!

He endured so much, how could he die so easily?

He is not willing!

So when Dylan asked him to seduce himself from within the crown, even though he didn't want to at first.

But as time went on, whenever he couldn't summon the other party, that damned Dylan would unleash inhumane black magic upon him!
After a couple of visits, his mental state began to crumble.

Imprisoned, used as experimental subjects, and subjected to cruel and cold-blooded torture.

He was once the subject, but now, although he is still a member of the subject, he is no longer the one casting the spell, but rather the one receiving the spell.

He didn't want to dwell on how humiliating he felt.

Now, all he wants is to prove to this evil wizard that he, as the once noble Dark Lord, is still somewhat useful!
At least……

Don't solve it because of other people's feelings!
That's why he cursed his future self.

But it was still of no use.

He couldn't get into the other Horcrux.

That wasn't a place for him, but for another Voldemort.

Right now, he saw Dylan slowly walking towards him.

Riddle felt a strange sense of déjà vu, just like when he faced Dumbledore after killing Myrtle.

The tension and unease of being scrutinized made it difficult to sit still!

(End of this chapter)