Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 287 Could this really be the Deathly Hallows?
However, the invisibility cloak he was wearing could perfectly conceal him from such detection.

The fact that not a single trace was left on the parchment makes its concealment effect perfect.

In addition, after the series of tests just now.

Dylan also discovered...

The mechanism of this invisibility cloak seems to be that it makes the wearer invisible, rather than the cloak itself having an invisibility property.

This means that users can still clearly see their own figure, without worrying about stumbling and falling while moving because they can't see themselves, like when wearing Harry Potter's Invisibility Cloak.

Moreover, even if some parts such as hands and feet accidentally peek out from under the cloak, the invisibility effect will not be affected.

This undoubtedly allows users to do more things more freely while wearing it, without having to be constantly timid or worried about accidentally exposing themselves.

Therefore, the legends about the Deathly Hallows are nothing more than fairy tales embellished and fabricated by later generations based on a few alchemical artifacts created by the three brothers.

The so-called Deathly Hallows are not nearly as miraculous as legend suggests.

It could even be said that some of them are not worthy of their reputation.

To fool Death, one would need at least something like the cloak he was wearing...

The self-deprecating smile that had been playing on Dylan's lips suddenly froze on his face.

No... could it be?
The description of that achievement came back to mind clearly once again.

Especially the rhetorical question at the end of the interface.

Looking at it now.

It seems as if it truly hides some completely different, deeper meaning.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the pure black cloak he was wearing, and gently squeezed the fabric.

Could it be that he... actually got his hands on a legendary Deathly Hallow?

Could this be the cloak made from the robe of the Grim Reaper?

Just thinking about that ethereal yet infinitely majestic being is enough.

Let him catch his breath.

"No, no, no, there shouldn't be any gods in this world. Even if there were, they wouldn't notice me here."

Dylan composed himself and raised his wand.

He pointed at the cloak and whispered a divination incantation.

Silver mist condensed and dispersed at the tip of the staff, outlining a series of blurry images.

in the screen.

Before he got his hands on the cloak, it was completely blank.

There is no trace of its past.

There are neither records of its use by predecessors nor images of its storage location.

Upon seeing this, Dylan's tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly, and his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into place.

He let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Tch, I knew it. Gods are just legends and myths. Even if they really exist, if they dared to jump in front of me, they'd only get a taste of my Avada Kedavra!"

I thought so.

He was still somewhat worried.

He waved his wand again.

This time, he focused his divination on the scene where the Deathly Hallows were created.

The fog rose again.

The picture is much clearer this time.

It was a simple stone chamber with an ancient stone alchemy table in the center, its surface scattered with various strange metal fragments and shimmering crystal powder.

The three brothers stood around the alchemy table, each engrossed in their work, waving their wands and chanting incantations, their expressions solemn and earnest.

Soon, the three items gradually took shape in their hands.

These are the three Deathly Hallows that, according to legend, belong to them.

Moreover, on the ground beside the three brothers, there were many other finished and semi-finished products, in various shapes and sizes.

Some resemble twisted metal rings, while others look like jewel-encrusted scepters.

Dylan couldn't immediately see their purpose.

His gaze swept over the items and suddenly stopped on two cabinets placed side by side.

Those cabinets have a unique shape and are engraved with intricate patterns on their surfaces. Could they be the Vanished Cabinets?

And not far away, there's a round mirror with silver patterns inlaid on its edges.

It does bear some resemblance to a two-way mirror...

Regardless of what these things actually are.

At least the truth about the Deathly Hallows is now clear.

Dylan let out a long sigh of relief.

He just said it!

The magic in this world is incredibly diverse and full of unknown wonders.

But it is still within the realm of understanding.

Magic is both power and knowledge.

How could it possibly involve an unimaginable being like Death?

My thoughts just now.

You're just scaring yourself!
It's all this system's fault for having such a wicked sense of humor!
They always describe him as a demon king who is even darker than the Dark Lord, and a million times more evil than Voldemort.

—How could it be so exaggerated?

Dylan cursed inwardly at the system that always loved to crypt.

He reached out and carefully folded the invisibility cloak, then put it into his storage bag.

But.

Scolds are scolded.

But clearly, it's something produced by the system.

The quality is truly impeccable, consistently flawless.

Although Dylan doesn't really need this invisibility cloak right now, who knows, it might come in handy someday?
Even if it's never used, it's still quite prestigious as a collectible.

As a hardcore collector who was passionate about collecting all kinds of items when playing games in my previous life.

This means you can have a very long life.

Dylan even felt that he could create a dedicated collection room.

It's a pleasure to keep these interesting things safe and take them out to look at them in your spare time.

If it weren't for the fact that Gryffindor's sword wasn't so hard to obtain among the relics of the four great masters, it would be a different story.

Even if you go to great lengths to keep them, in the end, one of the four relics will be missing, making the collection incomplete.

Dylan might not be so quick to return the Ravenclaw crown to Helena.

After all, for collectors, complete sets are more valuable.

—Of course, Ravenclaw and Helena will both become, in a sense, his collectibles.

A crown is all that matters.

However, judging from this achievement and the corresponding rewards...

Dylan couldn't help but guess that the system might be replicating the legendary Deathly Hallows.

It was given to him as a reward.

This guess piqued his interest quite a bit.

I wonder how powerful the Elder Wand, replicated by the system, will be.

Only then can it be worthy of the legendary effect of "making the owner invincible in duels"?

Can it exponentially increase the user's magical power, or can it automatically break the opponent's spells?
Or perhaps, there is some other, even more incredible ability?
As for the resurrection stone...

Even in legends, this Deathly Hallows is considered one of the most useless artifacts.

It cannot truly resurrect people; it can only summon the phantoms of the deceased, adding to the sorrow.

However, it's unknown what will happen if the system replicates the resurrection stone.

What kind of effect will that be?

Will it make the phantom more realistic, or will it give the phantom some simple interactive abilities?

Or perhaps there are other unexpected changes? For example, could it really bring people back to life?
In any case, these are just Dylan's guesses.

The system might even replace the Elder Wand with a powerful spell.

For example, it can enable users to instantly master various profound spells.

Alternatively, it's not impossible to replace the resurrection stone with other soul-related magic, such as magic that can appease vengeful spirits or purify soul fragments.

In short, these rewards are all free.

Dylan is not picky.

He was willing to accept whatever it was.

Starting from the next day.

That is, from the moment exam week officially begins.

A somber and oppressive atmosphere hung over the entire Hogwarts.

The sounds of students playing and laughing in the corridors are no longer heard; instead, there are hurried figures and hushed conversations.

Everyone's face bore varying degrees of weariness, and dark circles under their eyes were the most common "decoration."

In the common lounge.

The tables and chairs that were once used for playing chess and chatting are now completely filled with books and parchment.

Even the sofas in the corners were crowded with students engrossed in their studies.

Some people even fell asleep lying on their books, still clutching a quill pen tightly in their hands.

in class.

The professors unconsciously slowed down their lecturing pace.

When my gaze sweeps over the students' tired faces, I feel a little more understanding.

The library, in particular, was packed to capacity.

Even secluded corners that are usually deserted have been occupied.

The air was filled with the smell of old book pages and ink.

The entire library was so quiet that the only sounds were the scratching of pens on paper and the occasional turning of pages.

This somber atmosphere permeated almost every corner of the school.

Even the sunlight outside the window seemed to have lost its usual warmth, becoming somewhat chilly.

However, what made Dylan happy was...

As he passed the Gryffindor scoreboard, he paid special attention to the hourglass containing the jewels.

The number of gems inside did not increase dramatically as expected.

Clearly, Old Deng temporarily withheld the 500 points awarded by Professor Flitwick and did not add them in immediately.

This relieved Dylan.

If you suddenly get so many extra points during a stressful time like exam week...

This will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among other colleges.

The dissatisfaction is one thing, but the main concern is that it could potentially affect the Gryffindor students' exam performance.

—This might even be inevitable, for those Gryffindors who love to make a lot of noise every day.

Old Deng's decision was undoubtedly quite wise.

However, regardless of whether Dumbledore suppressed those 500 points to allow everyone to focus on their exams and not be distracted by scores, thus affecting their performance.

I still plan to pull off a thrilling reversal at the end of the semester and surprise everyone once again.

Or perhaps it's because the reward they're going to give him is already more than 500 points, so they plan to save it for last and distribute it all at once.

At least for Dylan, he now has a long period of easy and carefree time.

The first Transformation lesson exam has ended.

When the bell rings.

A long-suppressed sigh filled the classroom.

Dylan put down his wand.

Watching the lifelike little blue bird, transformed from a quill pen, flutter towards the window on the table.

It then gently landed on the windowsill.

It tilted its head and pecked at its wings.

With a smile on his lips, he calmly packed his things, got up, and walked out of the classroom.

The next moment, the bird instantly transformed into a blue feather and slowly drifted down from the window.

in the corridor.

Most of the students who had just finished their exams looked exhausted.

Some people were walking along, still discussing the exam questions in hushed tones, their brows furrowing from time to time.

Some people rubbed their aching temples and staggered toward the lounge.

Several others simply slumped onto the benches in the corridor, looking utterly hopeless.

In contrast, Dylan's situation was quite different.

He walked briskly, with a relaxed smile on his face and bright eyes, showing no signs of fatigue after the exam.

Sunlight streamed through the corridor windows, falling on him and casting a soft halo around him.

This relaxed and comfortable feeling contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere that permeated the surroundings.

This made him sigh inwardly.

Having a period of time during exam week when you don't have to be so stressed is definitely a good thing.

The exam for the transformation course still consists of two parts: a written test and a practical test.

Because the coursework arrangements for third-grade students are different.

Some courses have more, while others have fewer.

Therefore, this exam combined the written test and the practical test into one.

"Oh my god, I must have stayed up too late last night!"

Hermione, who had just come out of the classroom, had a worried look on her face, her brows furrowed, and her fingers gently twisting the hem of her robe.

"Will the turtle I transformed from a teapot look more like a sea turtle? Will I get points deducted for that?"

As she spoke, she nervously glanced at the people around her, seemingly trying to find some comfort in their reactions.

"I think...it probably won't happen."

Dylan walked to the back door and bumped into Hermione, who had just come out. Upon hearing this, he shrugged and spoke casually.

"At least the one you conjured up didn't have a hand, nor a lid that could be opened."

The classmate next to Hermione was not very skilled; when he transformed the teapot into an animal, the lid was opened and the inside of the teapot remained intact.

The scene was rather bizarre.

Otherwise, the strangeness of this transformation spell would probably be comparable to some of his other bizarre spells.

After enjoying a hearty lunch.

Dylan and his friends set off again in the afternoon to take their Charms exam.

Leaving aside the specific content of the exam, Professor Flitwick was in an exceptionally good mood from the beginning to the end of the exam, with a bright smile on his face the entire time.

In the practical training phase.

As he passed by Dylan, he even secretly slipped him a Honeydukes candy.

Dylan could only laugh awkwardly and accept it.

Do you use candy to win people's hearts?

Good tactic.
Is it really appropriate to give it to someone during an exam?

Dylan glanced at the people around him.

Some people also noticed him.

Dylan shook his head and continued with the exam.

The divination exam was scheduled for the following morning.

Only Dylan and Neville from their dorm participated.

Harry and his classmates had their exams scheduled for Thursday afternoon due to a class conflict.

The exam wasn't difficult and it ended quickly.

(End of this chapter)