Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 289 Damn it? Who's having a picnic here?!
In a relatively open clearing deep in the forbidden forest.

Dylan was sitting on a wooden chair that had been conjured using a transformation spell. The wood grain of the chair was clearly visible, and it had a fresh, newly formed feel to it.

The wooden table in front of him was filled with all kinds of food. The steaming stew was still emitting wisps of white steam, and the aroma of potatoes and carrots mixed with the smell of meat filled the air.

The freshly baked fries were piled up like a small mountain, their golden-brown crusts glistening with oil, while the ketchup in the small dish next to them was a bright red.

Several thick beef pies are neatly arranged on a plate, their crusts slightly puffed up, revealing glimpses of meat juice seeping from the edges.

The pumpkin pie that Cedric and his partner made together was cut into small pieces, the golden crust still glistening with honey, and its sweet aroma was exceptionally tempting.

The most eye-catching dish was a plate of freshly made sweet and sour pork, with pieces of meat wrapped in a crispy outer skin, golden in color with a hint of red, and the aroma of sweet and sour filling the air in the woods.

Serquill was lying next to Dylan.

Its fur gleamed faintly in the setting sun.

The raw meat in the wooden bucket next to it still smelled fresh and fishy.

But at this moment, it doesn't seem to have that much appeal to it anymore.

Its eyes were fixed on the plate of sweet and sour pork in front of Dylan, its nose twitched slightly, it made a low whimpering sound, and its tail gently swept the ground behind it.

—They were clearly drawn in by that unique fragrance.

"No, you can't eat these. The seasonings are too strong; they're bad for your health."

Dylan looked down at Serquil and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Serquill immediately cried out, her voice tinged with grievance, and she leaned forward, her nose almost touching the edge of the plate.

"Ah (á) ah (ā) ah (à) ~ No way."

Dylan shook his head slightly, picked up his chopsticks, precisely picked up the last piece of sweet and sour pork, and threw it into his mouth without hesitation.

"Click~"

The crispy outer layer cracks between your teeth, the sweet and sour sauce bursts in your mouth, and the meat inside is tender and juicy, full of flavor.

He chewed slowly, and looking at Serquil's dejected appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"That won't do. Buckbeak ultimately escaped unharmed. I can't just cruelly kill your companions, can I?"

Dylan chuckled, "I can't understand what you're saying, and even if you listen to me, I probably wouldn't fully understand what I mean, would I?"

As Dylan spoke, he reached out and ran his fingertips through Serquil's thick neck hair, feeling its softness and warmth.

I stroked it a couple of times.

Serquill squinted comfortably, a soft gurgling sound escaping his throat.

"But don't worry, I have a feeling that the oldest one in your group will die of old age next year."

"At that time, we will be able to communicate normally without any obstacles."

"Maybe we can have a proper discussion about where you want to live after I graduate..."

Dylan looked down into Serquil's bright eyes, and had just finished speaking.

There was an explosion.

The man and the beast slowly raised their heads, their gazes fixed on the direction from which the sound came.

"Well, it's finally here."

Serquill pricked up his ears, raised his head warily, and let out a low growl.

In the direction they were looking, a series of muffled explosions could be faintly heard in the distance.

It was intermittent, and also mixed with the faint sounds of incantations colliding.

"I don't understand. What should have been a crushing 2v1 situation turned into a stalemate of 5v1. It really made things worse."

Although this scene had been seen in previous divinations.

But seeing the current situation firsthand, Dylan couldn't help but purse his lips and mutter to himself.

The key information is that Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew.

Hermione and the others could easily guess that there might be more to the story than meets the eye regarding James Potter's murder.

So when they found the names Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew together on the Marauder's Map.

It was inevitable that the three of them would give chase immediately.

But here's the problem.

Originally, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew were fighting one-on-one.

Sirius Black, having been imprisoned in Azkaban for an extended period, was in poor condition and was slightly at a disadvantage.

But now that Harry and his two friends have joined the battle, the situation has become complete chaos and utterly collapsed.

All I can say is that Professor Lu Ping arrived just in time.

Several precise defensive spells barely managed to block Peter's attack, bringing the combat power of both sides back to a balanced state.

Otherwise, this adult with three children would probably have all died here today.

Just as Old Deng "doesn't" know black magic, he also doesn't have the ability to divine.

It's impossible to calculate everything precisely.

Moreover, he is currently being entangled with the people sent by the Ministry of Magic to execute Buckbeak, and cannot get away at all.

Upon seeing Lupin appear, Peter Pettigrew knew exactly what was going on.

He absolutely could not stay at Hogwarts any longer.

Otherwise, once the other professors arrive, he will only face certain death.

In his panic, he hastily cast a few distracting spells and turned to flee towards the Forbidden Forest.

But to his utter surprise, Dylan was waiting for him ahead.

At this point, Peter Pettigrew had no idea which cell he would end up in in Azkaban.

Dylan had already "chosen" the date for him through divination.

He didn't need to live in Azkaban; there was another, more wonderful place.

Even the soul goes there.

Of course, his physical body will depend on how the Ministry of Magic handles it.

If he had the chance, he could take his physical body with him as well.

Hmm, maybe we should just take Sirius with us.

Should we all just work for him in his world?
"You damned bastards, once I'm gone, you can all go to Azkaban!"

Little Pettigrew is still dreaming of escaping and making a comeback.

Just as he expected.

Sirius and Lupin, because they had to protect Harry and his two children, didn't dare to fight freely.

Can only defend passively.

Peter's curses came one after another, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

The distance between them is getting further and further, and it looks like they're about to be left behind.

Once he had completely escaped their sight.

All you have to do is turn into a mouse and burrow into a pile of fallen leaves or soft soil.

Finding an inconspicuous mouse in the vast Forbidden Forest is like finding a needle in a haystack.

It's a pity about that originally secure long-term meal ticket—being attached to the Weasley family would have allowed him to hide his identity and live a life of ease, how pleasant that would have been!
But now Sirius Black, that damned guy in Azkaban, has ruined everything!

Peter Pettigrew cursed inwardly as he fought and fled in a disheveled manner.

He waved his wand haphazardly to deflect the spells behind him, then burst through a thicket of bushes and stumbled into a clearing.

—This is where Dylan was dining.

"Damn it! Who's having a picnic in the Forbidden Forest?!"

Before he could even observe his surroundings or make any reaction, Professor Lupin, who was leading the chase, had already spotted Dylan in the open space.

His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly warned, "Watch out!" Peter Pettigrew also reacted at this moment, and when he caught a glimpse of the boy sitting at the table out of the corner of his eye, a wicked thought immediately arose in his mind.

A little brat?

He couldn't remember exactly who the boy was, only vaguely recalling that he seemed to be Ron's roommate.

He's just a third-grade student!

Despite feeling inexplicably intimidated by the boy.

But then I thought, what good is it if I'm really that good?

He's just a kid!

If this kid gets seriously injured, Lu Ping will have another burden to protect.

I can take this opportunity to escape!

Okay, okay! That's settled!
The thought flashed through his mind, so clear that he hardly needed to think about it.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Without hesitation, he pointed his wand at Dylan and recited the Explosion Charm.

He even deliberately controlled the power, aiming only to injure people, not to kill them.

Dylan naturally noticed the incoming spell and also passively caught up in Peter's despicable thoughts.

He didn't even get up; he just twitched his fingertips slightly.

A silent final curse was then quietly cast out.

It precisely struck Peter's Explosive Curse, annihilating it completely.

At the same time, he lightly waved his wand at the tree branch above Peter's head.

Under the effect of the Transfiguration spell.

A branch as thick as a wrist suddenly stretched out several feet, accompanied by a whistling sound.

He swung it around in a circle.

It landed squarely on Peter Pettigrew's face.

"Snapped--!"

A crisp, loud slap echoed across the open space.

Peter Pettigrew's short, stout body was hit so hard it spun like a top, turning three or four times before finally coming to a stop, albeit unsteadily.

His head was buzzing, and he was seeing stars; he was almost having a concussion.

Before he could fully recover from the dizziness...

Professor Lu Ping's disarming spell, cast to save people, had already arrived with a whoosh.

Immediately afterward, another silent blast spell from Dylan landed on him.

There was a "clang" sound!
The stolen wand in Peter Pettigrew's hand spun and flew away.

It fell precisely into Professor Lu Ping's hands.

He himself was blasted to pieces by the blasting curse, his exposed skin covered in charred marks, and blood gushed from the wounds, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

However, Dylan also controlled the power, only seriously injuring him without killing him.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Professor Lupin gripped the magic wand he had obtained after surrendering his weapons tightly.

He first glanced down at Peter Pettigrew's charred and bleeding body, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked at Dylan, who was now leisurely standing up from his chair and walking over.

Professor Lu Ping's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and his eyes were filled with undisguised surprise.

It can continuously and silently release the Ending Spell, Transformation Spell, and Explosion Spell.

Moreover, each spell is precise and extremely powerful.

Are third-year Gryffindor students really this ridiculously good?
He had heard many stories about Dylan, and had also heard from other professors about how talented the child was.

However, he always kept to himself and did not have in-depth communication with other professors.

And if he remembers correctly.

Dylan doesn't seem to know anything about Peter Pettigrew.

Although Peter Pettigrew did attack him first, Dylan retaliated with a swift and decisive combo, blasting him into this state...

That was a bit too decisive.

"What happened? Who is this? Why did they suddenly attack me?"

Dylan looked at Professor Lupin with just the right amount of confusion on his face, his eyes clear, as if he really had no idea what was going on.

As he spoke, he gently waved his wand.

On the ground, several thick, gnarled tree roots suddenly emerged from the soil, quickly wrapping around Peter Pettigrew like flexible ropes, binding him tightly so that he had no room to struggle.

In addition, he noticed that Peter Pettigrew was convulsing in pain from the wound caused by the tree roots and was about to wake up, so he raised his hand and cast a Stunning Spell on him.

As the spell was cast, Peter Pettigrew's eyelids, which had just twitched, immediately drooped again, and he fell into a complete coma.

At the same time, a part of his soul was being silently torn away.

Silently, it followed the tree roots and was taken into Dylan's possession.

"...It's a long story."

Professor Lu Ping opened his mouth.

For a moment, I really didn't know where to begin explaining the cause and effect.

He could only let out a long sigh and say in a somewhat complicated tone, "But you did a good job. This is a villain who deserves to be imprisoned in Azkaban."

He looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was tied up like a dumpling, and then at Dylan, who looked completely at ease.

He felt that what happened in those few minutes was even more bizarre than what he had experienced in the past few months.

—Of course, the wolfsbane potion he drank was bizarre.

He really didn't understand how the medicine could have so many different flavors.
Stinky socks, the smell of farts, and even more.
Oh my god.

He didn't want to recall those eerie smells anymore.

vomit.
Suddenly, a clear sound of fighting came from not far away.

There was a dull thud from the collision of spells.

There was also the crackling sound when the spell exploded.

The sound was particularly jarring in the silent Forbidden Forest.

Dylan and Professor Lupin exchanged a glance.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two immediately took off running towards the direction from which the sound came.

“Cerquil, wait for me here and keep an eye on him.”

Dylan turned to Serquil and gave him instructions.

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and cast an enhanced Soul Curse on the bound Peter Pettigrew to ensure he wouldn't wake up easily.

Serquill gave a low call in response.

The two walked through a small, sparse grove of trees, and hadn't gone far.

On the open ground ahead, multicolored magical lights intertwined and collided in the air, exploding into brief bursts of light.

Taking a few more steps forward, they could clearly see Professor Snape and Sirius Black facing off.

Their eyes were cold, both of them were extremely wary of each other, and their faces were tense, without the slightest relaxation.

They would occasionally raise their hands and unleash a spell; their attacks, though not fierce, were precise and ruthless.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood not far away, their faces full of anxiety and worry, but they couldn't do anything about it and could only watch helplessly as the two confronted each other.

(End of this chapter)