Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 281 Destroy Voldemort in the Crown! And incidentally, transfer the remaining souls to the cockroaches.
"Got it! Harry caught the Golden Snitch!"

Lee Jordan's voice seemed to be amplified, making the entire stadium buzz.

"Match over! Gryffindor wins!"

Malfoy's hand froze in mid-air, his expression shifting from eagerness to disbelief in an instant.

His face immediately turned bright red, and he yanked hard on the broom handle, nearly falling off as he turned around, muttering something under his breath before his voice was drowned out by the cheers of the Gryffindor students.

Harry gripped the Snitch tightly, and with his other hand he gripped the handle of the Firebolt again to steady himself.

He raised the hand holding the thief high, and golden light shone through his fingers.

The Gryffindor students in the stands erupted in cheers, screams, whistles, and stomping that nearly overturned the wooden planks of the stands.

Ron stood at the very front, practically hanging from the railing, his voice hoarse from shouting, tears welling up in his eyes.

In the faculty section, Professor McGonagall straightened her back, a rare look of excitement on her face, and she even raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye.

The Slytherin stands were deathly silent.

A few disgruntled complaints followed, but they were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming cheers from the Gryffindor side.

Cheers erupted throughout the stadium.

Dylan watched the game.

I slipped away from the boisterous celebrations and headed back to my dorm.

Without any hesitation, he went straight to the bedside, bent down and opened the seemingly ordinary briefcase, then crouched down and crawled inside.

As soon as he entered, Dylan flashed into Ravenclaw's palace.

Here is a meticulously arranged space, with a large experimental table in the center. The table surface is so shiny that it reflects light, and there are a few oddly shaped metal tools and several bottles of different colored medicines scattered on it.

At this moment, Ravenclaw's crown lay quietly in the very center of the testing table.

The ancient metal surface seemed to still retain a faint shadow.

Dylan stood in front of the testing table, his gaze focused intently on the crown.

He slowly raised his wand, pointing the tip at the ancient relic, and said softly, "Let's see how this works."

During this period, Dylan wasn't really just indulging in entertainment by watching TV series.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore are undoubtedly the top figures in the wizarding world.

Their experiences in their youth, especially those related to magical studies.

From an academic perspective, it has extremely high research value.

What he was about to try was a kind of magic inspired by Grindelwald's childhood experiences.

But at that moment, a head suddenly popped out from the crown in front of him.

"Wait a minute! What are you doing? I've already told that woman everything I know, just as you asked!"

Dylan smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I just wanted to try it out, to try a spell. You wouldn't object, would you?"

His gaze could even be described as gentle, but to Crowned Riddle, it was more terrifying than a demon!
He gritted his teeth fiercely.

In the end, I didn't dare to refute it.

He silently crawled back inside.

Dylan steadied his wrist, and a dark red light gathered at the tip of his wand.

As he clearly uttered the incantation.

"Soul splitting!"

The red light then shot precisely at Ravenclaw's crown.

Inside the crown.

That fragment of the soul, already weakened and exhausted by countless Cruciatus Curses.

The moment the red light touched it, it was as if it were forcibly torn apart by an invisible force, instantly splitting into two halves.

Each half was more broken than the original, with the edges even trembling slightly, as if it would completely dissipate at any moment.

The magical connection between a Horcrux and a fragment of the soul cannot be simultaneously divided into two parts as the soul splits.

As if it were alive, it instinctively chose one of the fragments and continued to maintain the connection.

However, in the instant the soul split, and in the process of the invisible force slightly pushing the two halves apart.

This magical connection has inevitably suffered some minor wear and tear.

As the magical connection became fully established on one of the fragments.

Another fragment of the soul, already on the verge of shattering, instantly lost all support and became adrift and helpless.

It floated slightly inside the crown, emitting faint and chaotic fluctuations.

Upon seeing this, Dylan's eyes lit up, a hint of excitement flashing within them.

He swiftly waved his wand, and a spell rang out: "Immortal Curse!"

An invisible force enveloped the wandering fragment of the soul, steadily gathering it together.

He then manipulated the force, moving the fragments toward a glass container in the corner of the test bench.

Inside was a cockroach slowly crawling.

Guided by the Soul-Stealing Curse, the fragment of soul seemed to have found a new host, slowly seeping into the cockroach's body.

The creature paused for a moment, then resumed crawling, though a barely perceptible unease flickered in its eyes.

Dylan put down his wand, looked at the scene before him, and muttered to himself, "Indeed, the one who tied the knot must untie it. Why didn't I think of that before?"

He paused, then added, "But when it comes to dark magic, Durmstrang is indeed more professional. He even has a collection of manuscripts by ancient wizards like Helbo. That's quite impressive."

The spell he used to split the soul originated from a manuscript that Grindelwald had brought from Durmstrang.

The original owner of that manuscript was none other than Herbo.

According to the manuscript, this spell was invented by Helbo during his research on how to split souls and create Horcruxes. It was one of his many failures and attempts.

Dylan then thought that since this spell was both Helbo's invention and originated during his research into Horcrux making, it might actually have an effect on Horcruxes.

A wizard like Helbo, who studies dark magic, might have prepared some contingency plans when creating the method for making Horcruxes.

If this method falls into the wrong hands, there must be a way to check and balance it.

Now it seems the outcome is clear.

Even if it's still unclear whether this spell can truly counter Horcruxes, at least it can affect the soul fragments attached to Horcruxes, and that's enough.

Dylan raised his wand and gently tapped the edge of the experimental table.

The cockroach with a fragment of Voldemort's soul attached to it crawled out of the glass container, drawn by the Imperius Curse, and made its way to Ravenclaw's crown.

They stopped there at the edge of the crown, watching the shimmering silver crown together with Dylan.

"Now, Tom, it's time to say goodbye to this golden crown."

Dylan's voice was calm.

"No, wait! You can't—"

Inside the cabin.

The fragment of Riddle's soul in the diary suddenly trembled.

He slowly leaned out, looking left and right, scanning his surroundings warily.

The room was quiet.

The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze outside the window.

He paused for a moment, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.

"Strange, what's causing this heart palpitation?"

After a moment of silence, he looked at his diary.

The crown beside it has disappeared.

Ravenclaw took it away today.

Riddle didn't know where she took it.

However, it's none of his business.

Riddle moved swiftly, disappearing back into the diary. Meanwhile, in the laboratory of Ravenclaw Palace.

Dylan raised his wand once more, a dark red light gathering at its tip.

"Soul splitting!"

"Soul splitting!"

"Soul splitting!"

One spell after another fell.

Red light rained down on Ravenclaw's crown like a dense shower of drops.

Inside the crown, fragments of Voldemort's soul were torn apart and separated time and again.

Those parts that had broken free of magical connection were all guided by Dylan's wand and injected into the cockroach's body.

"Damn it, you vile creature, you can't just use me and then...no!!!"

The soul within the crown was extremely weak, barely clinging to its last breath as it let out a final roar.

However, he responded.

Only another crimson light appeared.

The Horcrux's durability far exceeded Dylan's initial expectations.

The soul is inherently different from the physical entities of the material world.

Even if it is divided again and again, it can continue to exist as if it were infinitely subdivided.

Even if it is so weak that it cannot withstand any external touch.

Even though it had long lost its reason and ability to think, supported by Horcrux magic, it stubbornly maintained its form like a candle flickering in the wind, and never completely dissipated.

Unfortunately, the magic that sustains this existence is not like the soul, which can last for eternity.

Each split, each shedding of loose fragments, wears down the connection between the soul and the crown.

Dylan's movements did not stop; he chanted incantations one after another, his rhythm as steady as a pendulum.

His gaze was focused, fixed on the faint shadow on the crown, watching it gradually fade and thin under the repeated washes of red light.

Time passed silently in this incantation until one afternoon.

The sun shone exceptionally brightly that day, casting dappled shadows on the floor through the dormitory windows.

Inside the suitcase.

As another "soul split" fell, the last trace of gloom on the crown suddenly dissipated.

The connection between Voldemort's soul fragments and the diadem was finally severed completely.

Dylan seemed to hear a silent wail explode in his mind.

of course.

—That was his own imagined last struggle before the fragments of his soul dissipated.

He used Legilimency to thoroughly search through all possible memories in this last remaining fragment of the soul.

It has been confirmed that it has no further value for exploitation.

Only then did they stop.

As for Voldemort's soul, which was trapped inside a cockroach.

Dylan glanced at it.

These guys, on the other hand, can be left for Voldemort to devour in his diary.

Whether it's vitality or other aspects.

They must at least make the most of their last bit of use; they can't let so many souls go to waste.

Even though this fragment of soul is extremely weak.

Apart from the initial cockroach, it seems to possess a rather independent will.

He screams like a madman every day.

—This was the first time Dylan had ever heard a cockroach make a roaring sound.

The others, those that were split and merged by Dylan later on.

It's hard to say that it contains Voldemort's soul anymore.

Dylan reached out and picked up the Ravenclaw tiara.

Without the magical power of the Horcrux.

It has finally returned to its original form.

It no longer exudes that eerie allure that makes people want to wear it.

Time has left dull marks on the metal surface, and even extremely fine wear can be seen at the edges.

But the gemstones set in it still shone brightly, refracting a delicate and warm light under the sunlight filtering through the window.

"Shouldn't some repairs be done? Like repolishing it to restore its shine?"

Dylan's fingertips lightly brushed across the crown's dull metallic surface.

He suppressed the thought as soon as it popped into his head.

He recalled the principles of artifact restoration in the Muggle world, which emphasize "restoring the old as it was."

We must preserve the traces left by time.

This crown wasn't meant to be worn in the first place, so there's no need to deliberately change its current appearance.

Moreover, items like crowns have a strong personal attribute and are usually passed down only within the family from generation to generation, unlike Gryffindor's sword, which is left directly at Hogwarts as a symbol of the house.

To date, apart from its owner Rowena Ravenclaw, the only person qualified to wear this crown is Lady Grey, the ghost of Ravenclaw.

She left no descendants.

In this way, the crown is more like a pure historical relic, and preserving its original appearance is perhaps the most appropriate course of action.

And he doesn't mind if people see any minor wear and tear when he wears the crown.

—That's right, Dylan never intended to leave Riddle with the crown in the first place.

After all, he himself is the one who will wear this crown.

Leaving Voldemort's soul behind, who knows if, while wearing it, we might be ambushed by that guy.

Even if the other party is unlikely to succeed, it will still cause him some trouble.

It would be better to just eliminate it.

Anyway, I already have a diary.

Not to mention there are several other Soul Weapons as well.

One more crown won't make a difference.

However, the word "cultural relics" comes to mind.

Dylan suddenly blinked, and an idea popped into his head without warning.

If the Death Eaters were to lose control and storm the British Museum in a frenzy, causing the loss of a large number of its precious artifacts...

Judging from their style of doing things, this chaos seems to be reasonable.
Huh?
Thinking about it this way, it seems a bit of a waste to have Voldemort just fight his way up to Hogwarts and steal some souls arranged by the Ministry of Magic.

If his power could spread to other countries, it might create more chaos and divert some attention...

hiss--

Dylan gasped and quickly dismissed the thought.

Human greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant; excessive ambition can easily lead to loss of control. If the situation becomes too out of control, it will only bring trouble upon oneself.

It would be safer to limit the scope to the area surrounding Britain.

He happened to be planning to capture some Death Eaters during the summer vacation anyway.

Once the experiment is over, these people will be able to put their skills to good use, allowing them to contribute some of their "remaining energy".

His thoughts shifted, and he began to ponder again.

If we can really get a large number of cultural relics to donate, could we get a state banquet for that achievement?
(End of this chapter)