Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 291 I already advised you, Blake

Just then, Professor Lu Ping rushed over.

He worked seamlessly with Sirius Black.

Several spells were unleashed simultaneously, forcing Peter Pettigrew to retreat repeatedly, and in the end, he could only flee in a sorry state.

The two had barely stopped walking and hadn't even had a chance to exchange a few complete sentences when they began a brief but intense conversation.

To Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the conversation sounded completely incoherent.

For example.

"That's absolutely impossible..."

Professor Lu Ping frowned, his tone filled with disbelief.

Sirius Black interjected, "Unless he's the one from back then..."

He swallowed his words halfway through.

Professor Lu Ping pressed on urgently, "Did you replace it back then...?"

In fact, it was more accurate to say that Professor Lu Ping was asking questions rapidly rather than engaging in dialogue.

Sirius Black stood by, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, and occasionally chiming in with a word or two.

After this conversation ended...

The two looked at each other.

They then suddenly embraced tightly.

This completely baffled Harry and the others.

That embrace contained both the excitement of a long-awaited reunion and a sense of nostalgia for the past.

After letting go of each other, they immediately chased after Peter Pettigrew in the direction he had fled without saying a word.

As a result, this whole mess happened.

All Harry and his friends figured out was the little information they had previously deduced.

There's more to the story than meets the eye back then; Peter Pettigrew didn't die, and Sirius Black seems to have been framed.

But what exactly is the hidden story?
They still know nothing.

The mystery they carried in their hearts had always shrouded them.

I was both anxious and confused.

I wanted to ask, but couldn't get a word in edgewise.

They could only watch helplessly as Lupin and Sirius, who remained silent and only cared about their own pleasure, disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Professor Lupin was willing to step forward to prove that Sirius Black was not a bad person.

But both Hermione and Lupin have said so.

They all knew one thing.

Lupin is a wolf.

It seems that Professor Snape and Dylan were already aware of this.

Just now, in the midst of the chaotic battle.

Peter Pettigrew once considered taking action against them in order to keep Sirius Black occupied.

Sirius Black saved them in time.

Therefore.

They still held some trust in Sirius Black.

But to explain the specifics...

They were still confused.

I've been working on this for a long time, but I haven't figured anything out!

"Haven't you figured it out yet? What we say is completely irrelevant."

"They—I'm only talking about Dylan and Professor Snape—don't want to hear any explanations at all!"

Hermione frowned, her tone helpless: "I think they might have known something all along."

She had previously tried to persuade Professor Snape to listen to Sirius Black's side of the story first.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was sternly stopped by the other party.

That cold gaze still haunts her to this day.

"But if this continues, won't Sirius get hurt by Snape and the others, or even..."

Harry stopped mid-sentence, unable to continue, and just looked on with concern.

At that moment, he also thought back to when he told Dylan about Pettigrew.

The other person had a calm expression.

Hermione seems to be right; Dylan might have known something all along!

After all, his divination was something even the professor had to personally acknowledge.

It's not surprising that he knows things in advance.

"Probably...not right?"

Ron scratched his head, his eyes darting around, clearly unsure of himself.

“Dylan said that we should subdue Sirius first and then question him carefully—and logically speaking, they do have the advantage, since Sirius did sneak into Hogwarts, that’s a fact.”

During this time, Ron read through a lot of case files in order to help Buckbeak clear his name.

The legal provisions, at this moment, actually helped him to sort out some of his thoughts.

Harry clenched his fists tightly, staring intently at the three people facing off in the arena, his heart pounding with anxiety.

He was worried about Sirius Black, but he didn't know what he could do to change the situation.

Sirius Black, is he really a good person?
Harry stood to the side, his brow furrowed, pondering the question repeatedly in his mind.

If what Professor Lu Ping says is true, and he was wronged...

Does that mean I'll have a godfather?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, his heart skipped a beat, and his fingers involuntarily began to fiddle with the hem of his robe.

"Sirius, you should be well aware of your current situation."

Dylan looked at the person opposite him, his tone calm, with a hint of kind advice.

"You clearly have no chance against two opponents. You should give up and put down your wand."

He paused, looked directly at the other person, and continued, "If you are truly innocent, we will never falsely accuse you."

Professor Snape didn't even lift an eyelid at Dylan's words, remaining noncommittal.

He merely glanced coldly at Sirius, his grip on the wand never loosening.

"Heh." Sirius Black twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a helpless smile.

He turned his head to the side, his gaze sweeping over Snape with obvious mockery.

"Child, you have no idea how deep the grudge is between me and the person next to you."

"If I really put down my wand, I'm afraid this... Professor Snape..."

He deliberately emphasized the word "professor," drawing out the last syllable, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm and disdain.

"Immediately, Dementors will appear. Give me a 'gentle' kiss."

As he said this, a hint of weariness and bitterness flashed in his eyes.

He was clearly exhausted, but he knew Snape's character all too well, so he wouldn't put down his wand.

He listened to Sirius's words.

Professor Snape remained unresponsive, only his lips tightened into a cold, hard line, and his grip on his wand tightened even more.

"All right……"

Dylan sighed softly.

But no sooner had he let out that sigh than...

Sirius Black's body tensed instantly, like a cheetah poised to pounce, his hand holding the wand slightly raised in a defensive stance.

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on Dylan and Snape, clearly ready to respond to an attack at any moment.

“I already advised you, Blake, it seems you want to suffer more.”

Dylan shrugged slightly, his tone devoid of much emotion, as if stating a simple fact.

"Then pay the price for trespassing into Hogwarts and disturbing my sleep these past few times."

what?
Sirius Black paused, his grip on his wand tightening.

Dylan's words made him unconsciously furrow his brow, a clear look of confusion flashing in his eyes. Was he disturbing his sleep?
This statement was so abrupt that he didn't react for a moment.

However, now is clearly not the time to dwell on this.

Sirius Black immediately put aside his distractions and focused all his attention on dealing with the situation before him.

Even with his utmost effort, he couldn't improve the situation in the slightest.

In fact, Dylan has engaged in real combat more than once.

He used to contact the professors directly.

Later, he would make Tom act as his punching bag.

After each battle, he would go back and carefully reflect on it.

The repeated practice sessions made him clearly aware of a problem.

Of the offensive magic he possessed, only a few black spells that had reached the maximum level could be cast silently, but that was far from enough.

Moreover, among these dark magic spells, only "Divine Sharpness Without Shadow" can be used openly and honestly now...

Although his crisp and decisive tone when chanting incantations and casting spells does look very cool.

But when it comes to actually taking action, if you can neither defeat the enemy with a single blow nor expose other dark magic, then you must be prepared to do so.

Each time you cast a spell, you have to recite a spell.

That would mean there's absolutely no room for being handsome.

Not to mention that the speed of chanting might not even be able to keep up with the opponent's spellcasting rhythm.

His mouth just kept chattering away, like a machine gun.

It's inferior no matter how you look at it.

Therefore, in order to maintain that composure and efficiency in battle.

To put it bluntly, it's all about the important thing of being "handsome".

During his free time during the holidays, Dylan deliberately practiced several spells that ordinary students could use repeatedly until he could release them silently and quickly.

For example, the Explosion Spell and Disarm Spell we just used.

There are also spells like the Shattering Spell and the Petrification Spell that we are preparing to use now.

These spells were also on his practice list.

Especially after receiving guidance from Ravenclaw, his spellcasting skills improved remarkably.

At this moment, a fight has already broken out on the field.

Professor Snape became the main attacker.

He swung his wand quickly and rapidly, unleashing a barrage of spells toward Sirius Black.

Red, green, and blue light intertwined in the air, emitting a "whooshing" sound as it cut through the air.

These spells have no rhythm or structure whatsoever, let alone any defense.

Rather than fighting, it was more like he was taking this opportunity to vent his pent-up resentment on Sirius.

Despite being exhausted, Sirius Black managed to cope with the intense onslaught relatively easily.

After all, in prison, you often have to deal with some troublesome guys.

He's used to it.

Sirius nimbly dodged to the side.

The wand spun rapidly in his hand.

She always managed to unleash a defensive spell at the last possible moment, deflecting Snape's spells one by one.

Occasionally, he could even find the time to retaliate with a spell or two, temporarily repelling Snape's attacks.

What truly put him under pressure was Dylan's side.

With a flick of the opponent's wand, the barrier formed by the Ironclad Charm became unbreakable, firmly blocking any spells that attempted to break through.

When faced with a sneak attack from a tricky angle, the Final Curse always appears at just the right time, extinguishing the attack without a trace.

What's even more unpredictable is that he always manages to find a way to deal with Snape when he's busy dealing with him.

Seize the fleeting opening and launch a sudden attack!
Every strike he made was incredibly powerful.

This forced Sirius to devote most of his energy to keeping a close eye on his movements.

He didn't understand.

Why is a schoolchild more troublesome than Snape?

The pressure he felt from the other person was even more astonishing than that from Snape!
The key point is that he felt the child hadn't even used his full strength yet!

"Shh!"

Sirius unleashed a spell.

With a flick of his wrist, Dylan redirected the attack, his wand tracing a tiny arc in the air.

Immediately afterwards, he unleashed a shattering spell with his backhand.

Sirius quickly bowed.

"Boom!"

A tree not far away, as thick as a person's embrace, shattered with a crash, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

He then narrowly avoided Snape's follow-up spell, sweat trickling down his face.

But he didn't even have time to wipe his sweat before he immediately raised his hand and cast a defensive spell in return, blocking Snape's next onslaught.

"Huchi. Huchi"

His chest heaved violently with rapid breathing.

The spell that allowed Sirius to retaliate also seemed somewhat ineffective.

The battle did not last long.

But the area around the two of them, and even in front of Harry and the others, was already a mess.

The ground was covered with potholes of varying depths.

Many trees were snapped in half or blasted to pieces by the curse.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and burnt vegetation.

Everywhere there are traces left by the collision and deflection of spells.

Dylan knew that Professor Snape had long suspected that there was something fishy about what happened back then.

The fact that the two are cooperating like this now, ostensibly to carry out official business, is less about them taking the opportunity to blatantly settle personal scores.

Dylan certainly wouldn't mind helping Professor Snape teach this guy a lesson he used to bully during their school days.

Even if he was Harry's godfather?

So what?

Later on, Little Sirius might even beg and cry to be recognized as his godfather.

At this moment, the unspoken understanding between Dylan and Snape was something that others could hardly match.

As Sirius's movements gradually became distorted and his swinging speed slowed down, each dodge became extremely difficult.

Professor Snape and Dylan exchanged a glance, but instead of launching a fierce attack to subdue him in one fell swoop, they slowed down their offensive.

Their offensive maintained a subtle intensity throughout.

—It keeps Sirius busy and breathless, making him look disheveled, but it doesn't actually injure him.

The two were like extremely patient predators, quietly waiting for their prey to exhaust its last bit of strength.

In the end, he was left lying on the ground, only able to watch as he was placed on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Sirius's hand holding the wand began to tremble uncontrollably, and he could no longer utter a single effective spell.

The wand he had stolen from Ron fell to the ground with a "thud" into the grass.

His body could no longer hold on, and he was already on the run, evading capture.

He then battled Peter Pettigrew.

At this moment, I am completely utterly empty.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees.

He then fell forward again, lying on the ground, unable to move.

Seeing this, Dylan and his companion finally stopped.

Seeing that the time was right, Dylan raised his hand and cast a quick-binding spell.

"Shh!"

(End of this chapter)