Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 282 Ravenclaw's Request

Thinking further, he might even be able to use this opportunity to ask someone to introduce him to some of the royal chefs' personal disciples so they could work at his estate.

He could use a spatial transformation spell to open a special passage for them to travel back and forth, so they wouldn't have to leave their homes and settle abroad. That would probably be more acceptable, right?

Once he develops a medicine that allows ordinary people to live a stable and long life, these people might also become part of the human race that reproduces in his world.

I imagine the dishes I usually cook, and they all tend to be home-style.

It's not refined enough, not comprehensive enough, and certainly not professional enough.

Just thinking about the diverse array of delicious foods from all over the East...

Whether it's street food or royal banquets, each has its own unique flavor.

Dylan couldn't help but swallow, his tongue seemingly able to taste the flavors he had imagined.

Or, why not just change your nationality?

If we moved directly to China, we could eat all this delicious food every day...

No, no, no, that idea is even more inappropriate.

Changing nationality means rebuilding relationships and dealing with all sorts of new social situations, which sounds like a hassle.

It would be more practical to create something like a visa-free travel permit.

Moreover, distance makes the heart grow fonder. If you live too close to someone, the novelty of the food might gradually fade as you spend every day together.

It's better to keep some distance and visit only occasionally to truly appreciate its charm.

Dylan guesses that his parents wouldn't care too much about where they settle down.

—Anyway, they won't actually settle down.

They might even be quite happy to wander around China endlessly.

Explore every place.

However, they were unfamiliar with the place and the people there, and they didn't speak Chinese, nor were they wizards.

It will definitely be troublesome over there.

Therefore, this matter can be left until he has researched a method that would allow mortals to also attain immortality before considering it.

As for the Ministry of Magic, when they catch the Death Eaters, they will find that the lost artifacts cannot be found.

I wonder what Voldemort would do with these things?

Then go ask Voldemort!

If all else fails, you can always ask Karsas.

But what does all this have to do with him, an upright, gentle, kind, and sunny little wizard?

However, he thought of Karthus, the identity he had been using at school for some time.

The corners of his mouth, which had been slightly upturned as he pondered the delicious food, twitched uncontrollably at this moment.

He had only noticed that Grindelwald had Helbo's manuscript, and he was planning to find some free time while Grindelwald was still alive to talk to him and see if he had any other special collections.

And see if you can invite this former demon king into your world as well.

But who could have predicted that the future vision glimpsed during the divination would be like that...

Dylan sighed softly. Could this be considered digging a hole for himself?
That’s all.

Even if things get busier and more hectic next year, I'll still be able to manage.

After all, he won't be staying at Hogwarts for quite some time after next year.

Dylan stretched out his finger and gently rubbed his temples, trying to sort out his plans that had been disrupted by the sudden divination result.

Although the divination results differed considerably from what was originally expected, fortunately the general direction remained correct.

When there's an opportunity to profit, one should naturally seize it.

When it really comes down to a major battle, let Karen and the others simply retreat into their own world.

While Voldemort was stirring up trouble, he conveniently let Karthus make another fortune.

In addition, the information he gleaned from Voldemort was quite intriguing.

All the other dark magic spells were, in his view, nothing more than insignificant embellishments.

What piqued his interest, however, was the complete method of creating Horcruxes.

This thing was actually more interesting than he had originally imagined it to be a useless, worthless item.

Previously, he thought he had an idea, but it was just his wild and unrestrained imagination.

But now it seems there really is a possibility of success?

Dylan pursed his lips and took out a portrait from the drawer of the lab bench.

The portrait was barely bigger than the palm of my hand.

The drawing depicts himself, holding a glass of cola and drinking it.

The portrait had just been taken out.

In the painting, Dylan looks up at the real Dylan and blinks.

Then, he raised the cup in his hand and, through the canvas, gently touched it to his own image.

"how do you feel?"

Dylan spoke, his voice ringing clearly in the room, as if he were talking to himself in the painting.

"Hiccup~ I can clearly feel that something is wrong."

In the painting, Dylan lets out a burp that smells like cola and speaks in a slightly indistinct tone.

"The consciousness constructed and woven from the Extreme Dream can indeed affect the portrait, but the portrait is ultimately not the wizard himself, and does not even have the wizard's soul."

"What truly brings the portrait to life is the 'traces left by the wizard in this world,' plus the magic the wizard infused into it."

"Therefore, the wizard's mindset in the portrait is unlikely to have any real impact on the portrait itself..."

"But to be honest, the cola made with the Dreamcraft construction actually tastes pretty much the same, and it doesn't go flat. It lasts much longer than real cola."

Dylan listened, thought about the existence of Ravenclaw, and then slowly nodded.

"Do you think that using something like Horcruxes could make the portrait more independent?"

In the painting, Dylan blinks, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"You plan to turn the portrait into a Horcrux?"

"It's similar to Horcruxes, not about breaking the rules of life and death. I'm not that greedy."

Dylan emphasized, "Just like how Ravenclaw was able to manifest consciousness as a soul, is it possible that her original portrait was created by the system into something similar to a Horcrux?"

Although the portrait of Dylan does not depict his reactions as nimble as in real life, it was an important part of the experiment.

When Dylan was weaving his thoughts into this portrait, he completely followed his own patterns.

Therefore, Dylan in the painting quickly understood what Dylan meant.

"Precision blasting...mindset...anchor point...memory...will..."

In the painting, Dylan mutters to himself for a while.

The words hovered around his lips, as if he were carefully weighing their weight.

After a moment, he gave Dylan a rather strange look.

"I didn't expect you to actually figure this out?" "You also think this method is feasible?"

Dylan's tone carried a hint of anticipation.

"Whether it works or not, why don't you do a divination and you'll know?"

In the painting, Dylan rolls his eyes, seemingly unimpressed.

"That won't do. I don't have a concrete experimental plan yet."

"Moreover, even just to find out if there is any danger, it is advisable to play it safe."

"If you have to rely on divination for everything, what fun is there in life? In that case, I might as well just lie on the sofa and immerse myself in the world of divination forever."

Dylan said with a smile, but he felt much more relaxed and his mood improved significantly because he was sure that the plan might be theoretically sound.

"Oh dear, in that case, we must hurry up and see Mr. Grindelwald. If we go too late, we might really miss it."

Dylan thought to himself about the scenes he had witnessed during his divination sessions, including his first encounters with that powerful wizard who was also skilled in divination.

It instantly became clear in my mind.

Just thinking about those images made his lips curl into a smile full of interest.

Seeing this, Dylan in the painting shrugged, and while saying this, he raised his Coke and took a big gulp.

"I don't really mind. You can use me when you're doing your experiments, just don't disturb me from enjoying them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he squatted down and pulled out a plate piled high with snacks from the unpainted parts of the picture frame.

It contains potato chips, corn chips, onion rings, and some other crunchy chips whose names I don't know.

He picked up a slice of onion ring, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it with great relish.

Dylan looked at his own contented expression in the painting, smiled, and carefully placed the portrait back into the drawer before gently closing it.

After doing all this, he let out a long breath.

He pondered that for Headmaster Dumbledore now, perhaps simply making a trip to Grindelwald's place wasn't enough to be a safe bet.

or……

How about adding some other arrangements?
He tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the lab bench unconsciously.

His eyes darted around as he considered various possibilities in his mind.

Two days passed.

Dylan stood quietly in the cabin, in his own world.

The cabin was simply furnished, yet it exuded an air of order and order.

The experimental table was placed in the center of the room, with various experimental tools scattered on it, as well as some magical materials that shimmered with a faint light.

The experimental equipment here is not as good as the laboratory in Ravenclaw Palace, but it is enough for Dylan's daily experiments.

After talking to myself.

He then focused intently on the instruments in front of him, attempting to further analyze the remaining magical fluctuations on the Ravenclaw crown.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

At Dylan's command, a gentle, somewhat ethereal figure slowly pushed open the door and entered.

It was Ravenclaw.

Her figure appeared and disappeared in a halo of light as she walked to Dylan's side.

“Mr. Dylan.” Ravenclaw’s voice was soft yet clear.

Dylan looked up at the other person and stopped what he was doing.

"Dean, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ravenclaw leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling on the crown beside Dylan's hand.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions: nostalgia, reluctance, and a hint of barely perceptible pain.

“I’ve been talking to him a lot lately, and it’s brought back a lot of memories—I mean, memories of my daughter.”

“I know you’ve been studying this crown and you know it might still be useful for your experiments, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still want to ask you for a favor.”

Dylan glanced at her: "What are you saying, Dean? If you need my help, I'd be happy to do so."

She chuckled softly, took a breath, and continued, "This crown was originally a keepsake I left for Helena, but some unforeseen events occurred back then, causing it to end up elsewhere."

"Over the years, I've always thought about it and about Helena, but since you're the one who found it, I've never had any other thoughts."

"But now."

Ravenclaw recalled that Dylan had recently instructed her to feed the Horcrux diary with the life force of cockroaches, as well as the Basilisk matter.

Those cockroaches were different from the cockroaches before, in terms of their spiritual aura.

Recently, she also discovered that her former crown had completely lost the aura of the soul that once resided within it.

Ravenclaw understood that Dylan had found a way to destroy the soul within a Horcrux without harming the Horcrux itself.

That's why she wanted to ask Dylan something.

"Could you please give this crown to her? To her, it is not just a memento, but also a token of my affection for her."

Dylan looked at Ravenclaw's plea, which was very sincere, but did not answer immediately.

He looked down at the crown, his mind racing.

For him, the system tasks and related achievements had already been triggered long ago. Now its main value is for experimentation and the clarity of wisdom that can be bestowed when wearing it.

However, after this period of research, through his experiments, he has been able to almost completely extract the special abilities contained in the crown and store them in a special container.

Once the crown is completely stripped of its special abilities, it will just be an ordinary relic, and keeping it won't be of much use to him.

Thinking of this, Dylan looked up at Ravenclaw and nodded.

“Alright, since this is your wish, and this crown doesn’t really have much value to me anymore, I will give it to Helena.”

Upon hearing this, Ravenclaw's face showed a hint of gratitude.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Dylan. I really don't know how to repay you."

"No need to be so polite, you just need to be my good housekeeper."

Dylan smiled, waved his hand, and refocused his attention on the lab table.

"I will hand it over to her at the appropriate time, don't worry."

Ravenclaw thanked Dylan a few more times before slowly leaving the cabin.

The cabin returned to its previous tranquility, with only the faint sounds of Dylan fiddling with the experimental equipment remaining.

A moment later, Dylan packed his things, and in a flash, left the cabin.

Once outside, he greeted Ravenclaw and then left the suitcase space.

As soon as he emerged, he saw Harry standing outside waiting for him, with Ron standing next to him.

"What's wrong?" Dylan stopped and glanced at Harry and Ron. Seeing that they were alone, he asked calmly.

“Dylan, it’s like this…” Harry took a step forward, his face showing a mixture of anxiety and hesitation. After taking a deep breath, he blurted out the reason why he had come to find Dylan.

(End of this chapter)