Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 269 Banban is gone!
"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Dylan looked at the crown Riddle before him.

The other person looked dazed and expressionless, all traces of their previous arrogance gone.

"Not going to say anything? Looks like you haven't had enough yet." Dylan narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, Crowned Riddle finally came to his senses and immediately shook his head repeatedly.

"Enough, enough..."

He swallowed hard—even though he didn't have any saliva at all.

Crowned Riddle looked up, his eyes filled with shock.

"What kind of magic is this? It's so evil... Just one glance at those eyes sends my mind reeling. If I keep staring into their eyes, I'm afraid I'll turn into an idiot!"

Dylan smiled.

This guy's senses are even sharper than Riddle's in the diary.

"These are just some little tricks I've figured out. What, do you want to learn them?"

Riddle was taken aback.

Small magic trick?
You call that scene, which looked like the legendary birth of a demon, a little magic trick?
This is even more sinister than the Unforgivable Curse!!
He felt as if his soul could be disintegrated simply by being stared at by those eyes.

If this dark wizard wanted to, he might eventually be completely consumed by the mist and become one of those eyes!
Even the Horcruxes couldn't save him!

In fact, Riddle knew perfectly well that Horcruxes were a condition that could keep him from dying, but not a condition that could prevent him from being killed.

Horcruxes can ultimately be destroyed.

However, destroying a Soul Weapon is extremely difficult; it requires either a fully mastered Fiery Blaze or the damage from some extremely poisonous substances.

For example, the venomous fangs of a basilisk.

However, the dark wizard doesn't need these things at all now.

He simply opened his eyes, and the eyeballs that appeared all around him seemed to have the potential to destroy the Horcrux from the inside out!
These damn ugly and stupid eyeballs!

—How come he has never seen it before, let alone learned about it!

If he also knew this spell, the process of unifying the entire magical world would probably be even faster, right?

But this guy said it was just a little trick he had figured out.

That's utter nonsense!

Where is Meng Shagou?

However, Riddle, the crowned prince, reconsidered.

He had studied so much black magic, yet he had never heard of such a spell.

This spell must be extremely ancient, or it could only have been invented by this guy himself; otherwise, he couldn't have been completely unaware of it.

It seems... this wizard is no ordinary person!
He had previously hidden in the crown, listening to Riddle's endless ramblings in his diary, which he had initially scoffed at.

Even if you've seen the diary being tortured.

However, he had mastered the methods of torturing people by this wizard hundreds of years ago!

It's just that now it's being applied to himself.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but consider that what the diary said might be true.

This wizard is not only incredibly powerful and resourceful, possessing terrifying strength, but the world they are in now may not even be the original magical world anymore!
Upon realizing this, Crowned Riddle became even more furious.

Why? !

Why does this wizard, who is still studying at Hogwarts, possess strength that is perhaps not much different even if he were to be fully resurrected?

Riddle lowered his eyes, secretly observing Dylan.

This guy is just a student who is still in school.

But the methods he has shown so far are beyond his comprehension.

If he already possessed this power while he was in school...

He already has the whole world in his grasp!
and……

Why is this guy so skilled in dark magic, yet his appearance remains completely unaffected by it?

Although he didn't care about appearance at all, whether handsome or ugly, it didn't matter!
Only strength matters!
Therefore, in order to gain power, he could completely abandon his so-called appearance.

He doesn't care!

However, whether you care or not is always a matter of comparison.

Crowned Riddle was astonished to see that Dylan's dark magic was so advanced, even surpassing his own at his peak.

However, at the height of his career, his appearance had already undergone a significant change.

But why hasn't this guy shown any signs of learning dark magic?

Look at that face, still so fair and handsome.

Look at his silhouette, it's quite similar to his appearance when he was in school.

—Although Riddle's appearance has not changed significantly.

But he also possesses memories of the time before he hid himself away.

He had seen what he looked like before he hid himself.

Although he wouldn't say that this appearance was ugly, in his aesthetic sense, this appearance could only mean that he possessed enough power.

The appearance of Dylan completely shattered his preconceived notions about black magic.

A person.

Possessing such powerful dark magic.

However, its appearance was not affected at all.

This is not right!
It shouldn't be like this!

Crowned Riddle gritted his teeth.

It wasn't until now that he recovered from the shock he had just experienced.

He looked up at Dylan.

"What exactly do you want me to do? You haven't laid a hand on me yet, and you've even kept him alive. I think... you don't actually want to destroy us, right?"

Seeing Riddle's weak expression, Dylan readily agreed.

“That’s right. In fact, until I find more Horcruxes, you are my precious assets, and I will not destroy you easily.”

wealth?

Riddle was so angry he almost laughed.

He has now become someone else's possession, someone else's property?

However, Riddle, the crowned prince, reconsidered.

He had met Ravenclaw.

He didn't know why this dark wizard possessed such powerful dark magic, terrifying strength, an independent world beyond the magical realm, and even the ability to dig up an old woman who had been dead for who knows how long, revive her, and use her as a slave.

Why didn't he have such favorable conditions back then?!

But if it's not there, it's not there...

Even that old woman Ravenclaw became his slave; he was merely treated as this guy's property.

Compared to other options, it doesn't seem so unacceptable.

Perhaps Riddle's mind has already been corrupted by dark magic and is no longer quite normal.

He hadn't even thought about it.

Ravenclaw has the right to come and go as he pleases in this house.

However, he had two things with him: his diary and his diary.

But they can only be confined here; even their physical forms can only be placed on the table, motionless.

There will never be a chance of resurrection.

You will always have to endure the torment that comes with the other person's sudden whim.

forever……

They will all be trapped here, becoming part of someone else's wealth.

Moreover, as time goes by and others accumulate more and more wealth, they are very likely to be submerged in history and swept into the dustbin.

Until they never see the light of day again, or are even destroyed as scrap... "What I need you to do is very simple: tell me the spells you know, the knowledge you possess."

"It would be best if you sat there every day, just like him, and wrote down all this content for me. As long as it's up to standard, I won't torture you every day."

"After all, I don't like torturing people at all; it's a really tiring job."

Dylan shook his head.

Riddle was stunned.

"It's that simple?"

When he asked that question, Riddle's lips twitched, his expression ambiguous, as he was also somewhat influenced by the Cthulhu Mythos. But it was only for a moment before he lowered his head.

How could he be so naive?
Could this fragment of his soul be fake?

Dylan's lips curled into a smile.

"Yes, it's that simple. So, do you still want to stay hidden in your crown and argue with me?"

"You know, if I really wanted to do something to you, I could just damage the crown a little bit, and my life force could repair it."

“But if you really do that in the future, I guarantee that the pain you suffer will be a thousand times greater than it is now.”

Dylan spoke slowly, yet with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Crowned Riddle fell silent, then finally nodded.

"Alright, now that you've found me, it's fair to provide you with some knowledge."

fair?

Riddle lowered his head and glanced sideways at his future self in his diary.

Has the wrinkles on his head been smoothed out by dark magic?

Where is the fairness in this?
They were kidnapped by this guy.

They beat and verbally abused her every day, showing her no dignity whatsoever!
This guy always uses them as the first targets for any radical and risky experiments he conducts!

In any case, they are extremely difficult to destroy!

It only needs some vitality to be replenished!
Could it be that my future self is really naive enough to think that this guy will just let them write knowledge every day and then they can leisurely become retired professors?
These words are utter nonsense!
That mouth is just spouting nonsense!
Their knowledge is ultimately limited.

And this guy has a wealth of knowledge.

If the knowledge points they write down are already known to this guy, he will directly judge them as substandard.

Then endure a period of excruciating pain!
Riddle stood there, head down, angry but unable to speak out, and could only try to disguise himself as an ostrich.

Fortunately.

Now he has this crown to help share the firepower.

The days to come will definitely be much better than they are now.

Let him think that way.

They thought this dark wizard wouldn't torture them easily.

Seeing that Crown Riddle agreed so readily, Dylan smiled even more broadly.

“Very well, that’s enough for today. Starting tomorrow, you need to give me one every day. Ravenclaw will collect them.”

Dylan stood up.

"I think with your intelligence, you should be able to know that there's no need to try to escape with the help of Ravenclaw. Or you could try, but you'd have to bear the consequences yourself."

Dylan dropped a seemingly understanding threat.

He then turned and left the cabin.

After coming out.

Norbert flew over, approached Dylan, bent down, and lowered his head.

Dylan smiled and patted its big head.

This guy is already quite tall.

Without bending down, Dylan couldn't actually touch the other person's forehead with his raised hand.

However, Norbeta is also clever; it knows to try its best to prevent its owner from touching it on tiptoe, lest its owner lose its dignity.

At such a young age, he already has such a deep understanding of human relationships and social customs.

He is indeed a promising talent.

"Sweetie, I'll take you to see Hagrid next time."

"Ow!"

Norbert cried out twice, then flew away again.

Coal Ball then approached Dylan and climbed onto his shoulder.

"What, want to come out with me?" Dylan scratched its chin with his index finger.

The coal briquettes made a pleasant sound.
"Moo~ Moo~"

"Let's go then."

Dylan smiled and snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, Ravenclaw appeared not far from him.

Ravenclaw, who had been suddenly summoned, paused for a moment, then noticed Dylan and asked softly, "What are your orders?"

“It’s not really an order,” Dylan waved his hand. “Just like before, remember to collect the parchment they write on every day and try to compile it.”

"I believe that with your knowledge, Dean, you will definitely be able to tell whether they are hiding something or deliberately obscuring some information."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly: "Okay, is there anything else I should be aware of?"

Dylan shook his head slightly: "You can try it occasionally to see if you can help Lockhart regain his memories, but don't take it too seriously. If it doesn't work, then so be it."

"That's not important. What's important is that you don't forget to feed these little cuties for me."

Dylan looked at Norbert, who had flown far away and was now munching on food.

The serpent monster beside them was timid and hesitant.

Although there was a large pile of food in front of him, he dared not move.

Instead, it would wait until Nobeta finished eating before daring to approach and carefully enjoy its delicious meal.

Ravenclaw nodded again.

Dylan then took the coal ball and, in a flash, left the suitcase space.

As soon as Dylan came out, he saw Harry with a happy expression on his face.

He raised an eyebrow: "What's making you so happy?"

Harry pulled a flying broomstick out of his backpack.

It wasn't him who gave it to me.

"Professor McGonagall gave me back my broom! Finally!"

"Oh, I see. It seems you can use this state-of-the-art broom during the competition."

Harry paused, glanced cautiously at Dylan's expression, and seeing that the other man looked perfectly normal, breathed a slight sigh of relief and added a comment.

"Dylan, I will continue to cherish and use the broom you gave me."

Dylan was taken aback, then came to his senses and laughed.

"It's just a broom, what's the big deal? I'll give you another one when the new broom comes out next year."

Harry hesitated, "Isn't this too much of a waste..."

Dylan grinned: "Don't worry, this little bit of money is nothing to me."

Small money?

Harry blinked.

It seems like Dylan is much wealthier now, whereas before he always gave off a feeling of being strapped for cash.

As the two were talking, Ron walked in, his face grim and looking very unpleasant.

Harry didn't come back with Ron; he came back from the training ground.

Seeing his grim expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Ron, what happened? You seem very angry."

Ron said in a muffled voice, "Spotty is gone!"

(End of this chapter)