Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 268 The First Friendly Meeting with Crowned Riddle

Dylan walked to the table and slowly sat down.

Riddle stood to the side, head slightly bowed, without saying a word.

Dylan asked with a smile, "What, still no success?"

Riddle opened his mouth: "He...you know how paranoid I am."

Dylan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Does this guy even know he's a paranoid?

Tsk tsk~
So, the result is still nothing?

Riddle's face twitched: "Yes, that's right, I'm still trying—ah!"

He slowly opened his mouth, about to say something to explain himself.

However, before he could finish speaking, Dylan suddenly drew his wand and pointed it.

A holy light flashed by.

A beam of light struck the diary on the table.

Almost the instant the two touched, the phantom of Riddle standing beside him trembled violently, his face contorted in agony, and a shrill scream suddenly erupted.

His already somewhat transparent and ethereal body became even dimmer with each violent spasm.

His arms flailing in vain, he fell straight to the ground, landing on his buttocks, his feet kicking wildly.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the tearing pain from the depths of his soul!

"Stop, stop now!"

Dylan sat on a chair by the table, one leg casually crossed over the other, his toes dangling slightly.

His elbow, holding the wand, rested on the edge of the table, his wrist dangling lazily, yet the tip of the wand remained steadily aimed at Riddle.

The holy white light at the tip of the wand gushed out like a continuous stream of fine water.

At the other end was the phantom image connected to Riddle.

"Stop! I beg you!"

The incessant screams of Riddle echoed in his ears, and the screams grew even more hoarse and shrill due to the ongoing curse.

Dylan showed no reaction whatsoever, merely tilting his head slightly, his other hand casually resting on his knee, his gaze indifferent as he watched Riddle kneeling before him, his body convulsing and contorting violently.

Looking at the young Dark Lord, tormented by pain, his once arrogant eyes were now filled with pure fear and agony; every inch of his figure convulsed in agony.

Dylan didn't really feel anything special.

—Because he's already used to it.

At first, Riddell might have been a little defiant.

But now, whenever he uses the Crucible, Riddle will immediately show weakness to him and beg for mercy.

The other party did not resist, just like a submissive wife who let him force himself on her.

Moreover, she had been given an obedience potion, and was like a corpse, a meek wife.

Dylan really wasn't interested.

—And he doesn’t take pleasure in tormenting others.

It's just that Dylan always manages to discover some novel sensations while casting spells, nothing more.

And no ordinary person could withstand him using the Unforgivable Curse for an extended period of time without dying.

Having acquired the Horcrux, Dylan naturally wanted to become more proficient in casting spells.

That's why he would use spells on Riddle from time to time.

—He didn't simply want to torture the other person.

What's the fun in torturing someone?
I could hear the painful wails around me.

Dylan slowly withdrew his arm, and the wand at his fingertips, along with the continuously burning, piercing white light, fell down, the movement as slow as if he were fiddling with an insignificant trinket.

And in the instant the light disappeared.

Riddle's phantom suddenly went limp.

The transparent body was still convulsing uncontrollably, like a drowning person who had just escaped from suffocation, curled up on the ground, panting heavily.

However, each inhalation was accompanied by a broken sob.

His screams had already exhausted his strength.

His ethereal form was so faint that he was no longer able to speak, leaving only weak and intermittent groans.

Those eyes, once filled with arrogance and malice, were now slightly open, but filled with bloodshot veins.

The way he looked at Dylan.

Besides the lingering pain, there was also a hidden sense of fear and ruthlessness.

"No, I have to keep enduring this!"

Riddle quickly averted his gaze.

However, Dylan only glanced at the other person's eyes and immediately sensed their fleeting thoughts.

However, he didn't care about it.

When employees are at work, can he also control whether they poop or fart?
Go ahead and do it if you want.

As long as the work can be finished, that's fine.

Riddle's current role is also quite clear.

That is to help Dylan be happy.

He's right. He can help him practice his ability to use spells freely and also help him complete spell refinement tasks.

He was naturally happy that his magic could be improved.

So as long as the task can be completed, let the employee take a dump if he wants to.

What else can we do?
At worst, next time, in addition to the excruciating pain and bone-scraping technique, we can just add some other magical spells, right?

A balanced diet of meat and vegetables ensures a good amount of nutrition!

Dylan gently raised his wand.

Riddle shuddered.

Dylan glanced at him and said, "What are you panicking about?"

The next moment, a pure life force shot in from outside the window.

It was slowly poured into the somewhat tattered, still sizzling diary on the table.

The diary was repaired by these vital forces.

This also made Riddle's figure appear somewhat more solid.

Riddle forced a smile, enduring the excruciating pain in his soul, and said, "I was just too in awe of your power..."

Hmm, look how sweet her little mouth is.

As expected, even a demon king can be trained!

And there it was, the results.

Dylan ignored Riddle and turned to look at the Ravenclaw tiara that was placed next to the diary.

At this moment, the crown, which had been wiped clean and regained its luster, was placed quietly on the table, motionless, as if it were an inanimate object.

Despite the concealment of the artifacts, Dylan could still faintly sense the apprehension arising from the fragments of soul hidden within the crown.

Dylan laughed.

It's good that you have some reservations.

He was afraid that the other party was truly fearless and would grit their teeth and refuse to come out even after enduring his unforgivable curse. He really had no way to deal with that.

After all, he had previously stated that he was unwilling to damage Ravenclaw's crown.

But that doesn't really matter. He just destroys it first and then repairs it with his life force. As long as he doesn't tell Ravenclaw, who would find out?

The fear is that Voldemort inside the crown might withstand his spells and refuse to come out, and he can't really destroy the crown.

It can only be used as a tool for practicing spells, to see what kind of sparks can be generated when Horcruxes are combined with various dark magic.

Fortunately, the soul fragment in the crown was only the third Horcrux Voldemort made, and it wasn't even made before he completely turned into a madman.

Now, the soul lying in the crown, though not as perfectly rational as Riddle, may have some mental distortion and madness.

But he hasn't completely lost his mind.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to hide inside the crown forever, refusing to come out no matter what.

Clearly, the other party also knew that hiding might offer a chance of survival, but coming out would only lead to certain death.

—Just like Riddle, who made an example of someone. Dylan reached out and touched Ravenclaw's crown.

Cool to the touch.

The instant the crown was touched.

He felt that his mind had become more active.

"It's really a good thing. Although it has become a Horcrux, it still seems to have a function. But if I destroy it with dark magic, I don't know if it will affect the crown's ability."

Dylan pondered to himself.

At the same time, she could feel a slight emotional fluctuation coming from the crown he was stroking.

Dylan looked up at the crown, his tone indifferent.

“I’m getting impatient. I’ll have Riddle call you one more time. If you don’t come out, I’ll just destroy this crown. Anyway, I have the diary, so I’m not short of Horcrux research. And I already have a clue about where the other Horcruxes are.”

At that moment, Dylan clearly felt that the soul within the crown was experiencing even more intense emotional fluctuations.

Dylan chuckled.

He turned to look at Riddle.

"Now, just call him. Remember, you only need to call him once."

Riddle was taken aback: "Now?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes: "Otherwise what?"

Riddle gave an awkward smile.

He thought this guy would give him a couple more days, but unexpectedly, he's already making his move...

Riddle slowly turned to the side, dragging his still aching body, and looked at the crown.

"Come out now, or you'll suffer the same fate as me!"

Riddle wanted to say something more.

However, Dylan suddenly raised his wand again.

"I'll say it once, and once is enough."

He twisted his wrist.

And just as the spell was about to be unleashed.

A soul suddenly emerged from within the crown.

"Stop!"

Beside the soul, a hazy gray mist condensed in mid-air into a blurry human figure.

Dylan looked up.

The other person's black hair was still as neat as when Dylan first met Riddle.

However, it has a more deliberately glossy look.

Moreover, the other person's face had lost its boyishness, and the features appeared more rugged.

Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were pressed into a cold, straight line.

It was exactly what Tom Riddle looked like in his twenties, still possessing human good looks, and even a carefully maintained elegance.

The key point is that his nose is still there.

Riddle's voice was deep and resonant, and his aura now carried an undeniable and intimidating power.

Unlike Riddle beside him, who looked weak, he exuded an air of arrogance, as if he were in control of everything.

Dylan paused, the light at the tip of his wand hovering just inches from the crown.

His gaze met Riddle's in mid-air.

"Can you finally give it up?"

Dylan looked the guy up and down.

Voldemort's two Horcruxes, two fragments of his soul, appeared simultaneously at the same time and place.

Dylan still had some expectations.

After all, it's a soul from a few years later.

Compare Riddle during the period of writing the diary.

He has also become more mature and has greater ambition.

It seems that this guy's mindset began to completely change around this time.

"Who are you?"

Riddle stared at Dylan with a probing look in his eyes.

At this moment, unlike Riddle in the diary who had been tormented by Dylan every day, he was in high spirits.

However, during this time, he also witnessed how Dylan tormented Riddle.

Just like before.

The other party's use of the Unforgivable Curse was completely unexpected.

How could he possibly use dark magic to this extent?
He's even getting close to the legendary Salazar!
Dylan smiled and said, "Does it matter who I am?"

Crowned Riddle stared intently at Dylan: "You forced me out, what exactly do you want to do?"

Dylan put away his wand and shrugged. "I really just wanted to call you out so we could have a proper chat, but who knew you'd be so uncooperative with my goodwill."

Crowned Riddle: "What? Goodwill?"

He glanced at his other self, whose face still occasionally showed signs of pain, and his lips twitched slightly.

This act of goodwill is quite intense, huh?
“Of course, it’s my goodwill.” Dylan smiled. “While I enjoy extending goodwill to others, it can be a bit awkward if they don’t appreciate it.”

"You've been hiding for so long, leaving me feeling neglected for no reason. I'm not happy about it right now, so..."

Dylan's smile widened slightly.

"You'll have to accept some punishment, is that alright?"

Crowned Riddle's eyes widened: "What do you mean? Didn't you say before that you wouldn't attack me as long as I came out?"

Dylan raised his wand again: "You said that was before, I'm talking about now."

"You damned, despicable, shameless bastard!"

Riddle turned around and tried to crawl back into the crown.

However, the spell was faster than him.

Before he even got close to the crown.

A beam of holy light enveloped it.

"What kind of spell is that?!"

Riddle tried to break free, but he couldn't move at all.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

He had never encountered this kind of incantation before.

Even his future self briefly updated his memories before hiding him away.

But he had never encountered such a spell before, which could actually sever the life connection between him and the Horcrux, making him no longer human but the soul of the Horcrux!

What kind of spell is this?!

"Don't worry, this is not an unforgivable curse."

Dylan chuckled. "Don't be nervous. I just want to show you something. Consider this a small punishment—you don't even want to do this? Are you rejecting my kindness?"

Crowned Riddle: "..."

What could he say when he was completely confined and unable to move?

Would he dare to refuse the other party's "goodwill" or "kindness"?

"What do you want me to see..."

"It's something wonderful. Once you see it, you'll never forget it until your soul is completely consumed."

Dylan's tone was tinged with amusement.

next moment.

A terrifying magical power suddenly erupted from his body.

Then, figures of eyes appeared in the void.

(End of this chapter)