Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 285 Actually, Slytherins weren't all that awful.
Dylan's plan for the "Thought Entity" has been refined to a considerable degree on a purely theoretical level.

Those interwoven symbols and rigorous formulas are enough to support the framework of the entire concept.

However, for a theory to be put into practice, it must be based on real-world data in order to further deduce its feasibility in actual practice.

Which aspects were overlooked, and which details need to be adjusted?

These all need to be verified through actual observation.

Helena was very familiar with this type of experimental procedure.

After all, she had been exposed to the world of her mother's laboratory since childhood.

Naturally, she immediately saw through Dylan's true intention in demonstrating magic to her.

This is not just a demonstration, but a crucial data collection effort.

"Oh, right, this crown..."

Helena's gaze shifted to the wooden Ravenclaw statue.

His gaze lingered on the crown for a moment, a hint of longing flashing in his ethereal eyes, only to be quickly replaced by a sense of relief.

She floated a few steps closer, her fingertips lightly brushing against the wooden statue's shoulder, as if bidding a final farewell to her mother.

"Please pass this on to Professor Flitwick, and also tell him that it's time to choose another House Ghost... I'll wait until Ravenclaw has a new House Ghost before I leave."

Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear, each word carrying a calm that seemed to have settled.

Clearly, she had been pondering this decision for a long time before making it.

As a ghost of Ravenclaw, she has guarded this land for far too long, and now she is finally about to relinquish this invisible responsibility.

I only wish to embark on my journey with peace of mind after the handover is properly completed.

"Not bad, not bad, and the time is not rushed, it's enough."

Dylan watched her figure floating beside the wooden statue, which appeared even more transparent in the morning light, yet exuded an unprecedented determination.

He nodded, without asking any further questions, and simply replied, "I will pass on the message to him."

Helena nodded slightly to him in thanks.

Then, she turned her gaze back to the wooden Ravenclaw statue, as if trying to etch her mother's image firmly into her consciousness.

After a long while, it slowly turned around and floated into the depths of the secret room, its figure gradually fading into the shadows of the bookshelf.

Only a faint, lingering scent of ancient times remains in the air.

"Oh--"

in the office.

Dylan was about to explain the whole story to Professor Flitwick in detail, his hand still on his bag.

Professor Flitwick's gaze had already fallen on the Ravenclaw tiara he had taken out of his bag.

The next second, a short and sharp scream burst from Professor Flitwick's mouth.

He froze as if he had been frozen in place, then fell straight backward from the chair, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

"Professor Flitwick? Professor!"

Seeing this, Dylan quickly stepped forward and reached out to steady him, preventing him from falling heavily to the ground.

"Wait! Don't worry about me! Let me see!"

Professor Flitwick struggled to his feet, his hands trembling violently, his fingertips fumbling in his robe pockets for a while before finally grasping his wand.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his movements, then raised his wand and silently waved it at Ravenclaw's crown.

Clearly, the information relayed back from the spell made Professor Flitwick even more agitated.

He stood by the table, his eyes fixed on the crown.

His hands trembled slightly as he stretched forward in mid-air, but stopped a few inches away from the crown, as if afraid that his touch would damage the precious crown.

"How many years... how many years have we been searching for you..."

In the end, Professor Flitwick carefully picked up the crown.

The hand, which had been trembling, became incredibly steady the moment it touched the crown.

His movements as he held the crown were so gentle, as if he were holding a feather that would disappear with a gust of wind.

But judging from his tightly pursed lips and solemn eyes, it seemed as if he was holding up a heavy mountain.

Gazing at the crown in his hand, a single, crystal-clear tear slid from the corner of Professor Flitwick's eye, dripping down his cheek and onto the front of his robe.

“Every Ravenclaw Head of House receives the responsibility of reclaiming the crown from the previous Head of House when the transition takes place—'Superior wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind.'—Look, that's our Ravenclaw motto! It's engraved right here!”

He raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his sleeve, then turned to look at Dylan, his eyes filled with excitement and curiosity.

"Child, how did you find this treasure?"

"Is such that……"

Dylan then recounted how he had accidentally discovered the Room of Requirement and, one day, when he happened to think of Ravenclaw, had inadvertently opened the Ravenclaw Chamber.

In fact, the method to enter Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets is that simple.

But for so many years, no one has been able to discover it.

Because anyone who knows how to enter the Room of Requirement.

When entering, one's mind is focused on what one urgently needs.

They don't even think about things that are irrelevant.

Who would enter the Room of Requirement with the intention of meeting a deceased founder of the academy?
Dylan is no longer the naive young man he once was. His mastery of Occlumency and Dream Construction allows him to control his emotions and reactions exceptionally well.

Even when he says something untrue, he won't reveal any flaws in his micro-expressions or other details.

Because when he says these things, he convinces himself from the bottom of his heart that they are true.

In addition, Professor Flitwick had previously held a favorable impression of Dylan, so he naturally believed his words without reservation.

"The Room of Requirement... Yes, I knew about that place back then. I thought it must be Ravenclaw's work, but I never imagined... that her secret room was hidden there."

Professor Flitwick sighed with a mix of regret and sudden realization.

"Professor, besides..."

Dylan then told Professor Flitwick everything that had happened after he met Ms. Grey.

Professor Flitwick remained relatively calm when he learned that the woman in front of him was Helena Ravenclaw.

After all, Rowena's Ravenclaw statue is located in the Ravenclaw College common room.

Although the mother and daughter are not exactly identical, they are extremely similar in their eyes and eyebrows.

The students saw the statue every day. Over the years, the Ravenclaw students had come to realize that there was some kind of connection between Ms. Grey and Ravenclaw.

And there's really only one person who's closely associated with Ravenclaw.

It wasn't until he heard Helena was about to leave and told him to find another Ravenclaw house ghost that he realized what was happening.

Professor Flitwick was momentarily stunned, a look of surprise on his face.

However, after a brief moment of surprise, Professor Flitwick's face showed a relieved smile.

I am also happy that the daughter of the college's founder is finally ready to continue her life's journey.

She has lingered here for far too long, and it is undoubtedly a good thing that she is now willing to let go of the past.

"I understand, I will handle this matter properly."

The ghosts of the four houses have been replaced before due to the departure of the previous one.

The four house ghosts at Hogwarts are not even from the same century, so dealing with them shouldn't be too chaotic.

"Finally, regarding this crown..."

Professor Flitwick looked at Dylan with a hint of embarrassment and hesitation in his voice.

"This is what you found, so it should rightfully belong to you, but..."

“No, no, Professor, this crown itself was Mrs. Rowena’s keepsake, and I have already returned it to Miss Helena.”

“It was Miss Helena who decided to leave it at Ravenclaw School; I was just passing it on.”

Dylan wore a brave, kind, and upright expression, and spoke sincerely.

"Besides, I am also very happy that Ravenclaw's relics have been able to return to Hogwarts."

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick's eyes welled up with tears again, and he almost burst into tears.

“My child… I am truly honored to be your professor… In recognition of Mr. Dylan bringing back the Ravenclaw crown, Gryffindor receives 500 points!”

As he spoke, he picked up a soft velvet cloth from the side and carefully wrapped the Ravenclaw crown around it.

He held it tightly in his arms, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

“This is the most points I can add, but I will explain this to Professor Dumbledore. My child, your actions deserve far more gratitude than this. I'm just sorry, I must go and share this good news with everyone now…”

“That’s natural, Professor.”

Dylan smiled faintly, then stood up, pushed open the office door, and walked out first.

"By the way, I must remind you that tomorrow is the first day of exam week. Your excitement might affect the Ravenclaw students' grades."

"Ah, you're right! Thank you so much for reminding me!"

Professor Flitwick didn't stop walking, talking as he went.

"Even so, I need to talk to the headmaster first, as well as the former deans and my old friends who graduated from Ravenclaw..."

He kept repeating those names to himself.

Clutching the velvet bag, she jogged away, her figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

"The professor seems really excited."

Watching Professor Flitwick's departing figure, Dylan couldn't help but sigh, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and understanding.

"You should understand."

Helena's figure slowly floated out from the wall beside her, her gaze following Professor Flitwick, and she spoke softly.

"Please allow me to express my gratitude to you again, and also apologize for my previous doubts about you."

Helena turned to face Dylan, gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed to him with an elegant and solemn posture.

"You are a true Gryffindor, brave and upright, a hero like Godric Gryffindor, but without the common flaws of Gryffindor."

After straightening up, Helena looked at Dylan with deep emotion, her eyes filled with approval.

“If Godric Diggory could see you, he would be very happy, no… I should say, apart from Salazar Slytherin, the other three founders of Hogwarts would be pleased with you.”

As one of the first students at Hogwarts and Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter, no one in the world was more qualified to say these things than Helena.

Dylan quickly went through the names of the "real Gryffindors" in his mind.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville...

Ok……

To be honest, Ravenclaw does admire me quite a bit.

Although my mind was churning with a jumble of thoughts, various ideas were arising one after another.

But Dylan maintained the demeanor of a good student, revealing a smile that met everyone's expectations.

"You flatter me too much."

Upon hearing Salazar Slytherin's name, Dylan suddenly had a thought and felt a surge of curiosity.

"Salazar Slytherin. Did he really hate mixed-race students?"

Helena was a contemporary of Salazar and Slytherin, and unlike Ravenclaw, she had forgotten many things.

Her account is probably the closest to the truth.

"Actually, it can't be said that he is hostile."

The two, one human and one ghost, walked aimlessly forward. Helena's figure floated lightly ahead, while Dylan followed behind her at a leisurely pace.

"Slytherin himself was a pure-blood believer, and he thought that pure-blood wizards were more talented than half-blood wizards, but at that time, there was a prevailing opinion."

"He disliked the fact that the magical world believed half-blood wizards were more talented than pure-blood wizards, and he publicly stated that such a claim was completely unfounded and baseless."

"So, the mixed-race students might have felt that Slytherin disliked them, or even hated them, especially given the circumstances at the time..."

At this point, Helena paused, her eyes glazing over, clearly lost in distant memories. It took her a while to come back to her senses and continue telling Dylan about that long-forgotten past.

"Back then, wizards were not in a good position. Compared to pure-blood families who had been wizards for generations, half-blood wizards with Muggles among their relatives seemed to be... less trustworthy at the time."

"In fact, Hogwarts was attacked for that reason back then, so Slytherin was always wary of half-blood students, which can't be entirely blamed on him."

Finally, Helena added a special emphasis.

"Nevertheless, he was still a responsible professor and dean who took care of every student, and a person with a sense of justice, far from being as bad as some people say today."

Dylan nodded; he wasn't too surprised by Salazar Slytherin's true character.

After all, the four giants were once close friends, even if they eventually fell out of favor due to differing ideologies.

Slytherin simply chose to leave alone, without escalating the conflict with the other three to the point of a physical fight or turning against each other.

(End of this chapter)