Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 292 Oh my god, Principal, I was so scared back then!
Several thick iron chains appeared out of thin air.

With a "whoosh," Sirius was firmly locked in place.

The chains were tightly interlocked and bound, eventually immobilizing him, leaving him suspended in the air with his hands and feet bound.

But that's clearly not enough.

Dylan stepped forward, his wand aimed steadily at Sirius Black, who was exhausted and staring blankly ahead.

He began to chant a long and obscure incantation.

This is an anti-Animagus spell, rarely used in daily life.

So much so that after Dylan received tutoring from Professor Flitwick, he hardly practiced it at all.

However, with each achievement, his talent became more acute and refined.

He recited the incantation meticulously.

At the same time, wave the wand in a proper manner.

Nothing went wrong.

The spell landed precisely on Sirius.

After doing all that, Dylan flicked his wrist.

With a flick of the wand, Professor Lupin, who had been hanging upside down with a flushed face and a head full of blood, was lowered down.

Lupin staggered a few steps when he landed, and only managed to stand up by holding onto a tree trunk. He then kept rubbing his throbbing temples.

"Professor, are we going to interrogate them here?"

Dylan turned around and looked at Professor Snape.

At the same time, he took out a small glass bottle from his handbag, which contained a clear liquid—truth serum.

"……never mind."

Professor Snape frowned and remained silent for a moment before rejecting the proposal, even though it sounded very tempting.

He was actually involved in what happened back then; if he hadn't revealed that prophecy to Voldemort...

Well, in any case, this matter must eventually be told to Dumbledore.

He had no interest in relaying the stories these guys had told him to Dumbledore.

"Oh, right, that Peter Pettigrew..."

As Dylan spoke, he seemingly casually waved his wand, making a deceptive gesture.

In the distance, Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground, was suddenly lifted up by an invisible force and floated slowly toward him.

Behind Peter followed Serquille—the one who had been told to keep an eye on Peter.

“Good boy, Serquill, you did a great job.”

Dylan reached out and gently stroked Serquil's neck, smoothing its fur.

Then, he took a strip of meat out of his bag and held it to Serquil's mouth.

Serquill lowered his head, picked up the meat strip, and chewed it with satisfaction.

"You should go back now. I'll come see you again in a few days," Dylan said softly.

Professor Snape's gaze swept across the ground and landed on the three people lying haphazardly.

He lay there, utterly exhausted, staring blankly at the sky, barely able to blink.

Having just been freed from an upside-down position, his head was still very dizzy, his vision was blurring, and there were still lingering pink soap bubbles on his lips and chin, making him look both disheveled and comical.

There was another person who was the most seriously injured. He was covered in blood and scorch marks and had already fallen into a coma. His breathing was so weak that his chest was barely rising and falling.

"What a long-awaited 'reunion'..."

Professor Snape's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently raised his wand.

The three people then floated up slowly, maintaining the posture they had just fallen in, like three soulless puppets.

After doing all that, he strode up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, his black cloak drawing a clean arc behind him as he moved.

“Come on.” He narrowed his eyes, his gaze as venomous as a snake’s as it fell on Harry’s face, his tone as cold as the night wind in the Forbidden Forest.

“I think Professor Dumbledore would be very happy to hear about your experiences today.”

After saying that, he straightened the edge of his cloak, turned around, and walked towards the castle.

The three people floating behind them were like heavy objects hanging on invisible wires.

He moved slowly, following his steps.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

No one dared to utter a sound, much less move a step.

It wasn't until Dylan saw Serquil off that he turned and walked this way.

They seemed to have found their anchor, and silently followed, moving side by side with Dylan toward the castle.

The wind rustled through the leaves in the woods, making the group even more silent.

"Dylan, what you just did..."

Harry's lips moved, but he didn't know how to start. A thousand thoughts were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to begin.

He knew Dylan could tell fortunes, so when Dylan said he wanted to take down Sirius first, he felt a pang of unease, as if something was tugging at his heart.

He always felt that Dylan must have seen Sirius's eventual trial through divination, which is why he made that choice.

However, after hearing Dylan's words before taking action, about "disturbing a sweet dream."

Harry suddenly realized that even if Sirius was a good person, he probably couldn't escape a lesson tonight.

So what he most wants to figure out right now is...

"Dylan, how could you lay a hand on the professor?" Hermione's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Harry's hesitant question.

She kept her voice very low.

As she spoke, she couldn't help but glance back at Professor Lupin, who was being floated by Professor Snape's magic, her eyes filled with worry and confusion.

"Oh, Hermione, look—the moonlight is so bright tonight, isn't it?"

Dylan turned his head and said calmly.

"What? Hmm...yes, the moon tonight—"

Hermione didn't understand what he meant at first, and after a moment of hesitation, she responded in the same manner.

But halfway through her sentence, she suddenly stopped, her eyes widening as if she had thought of something crucial, and a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.

"So that's how it is! Tonight is a full moon! Professor Snape mentioned earlier that Professor Lupin didn't drink the wolfsbane potion today!"

She spoke rapidly, her tone revealing a barely perceptible hint of nervousness.

"But... that wolfsbane potion? What is that?"

Ron timidly raised one hand.

He gripped the wand he had just retrieved from the bushes tightly in his other hand; clearly, he hadn't fully recovered from the chaos.

"It's a newly invented potion, specifically designed to suppress werewolves' transformations—don't you guys read the Daily Prophet?"

Hermione looked at Ron with a puzzled expression, her eyes saying, "You don't even know this?"

Harry and Ron both looked enlightened.

Then they fell into an awkward silence.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of embarrassment in each other's eyes. The earlier topic of "attacking the professor" was thus subtly diverted from the conversation.

Inside the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could be squeezed dry.

The portraits of past principals hanging on the wall fell silent, their gazes all fixed on the center of the room.

Professor Dumbledore sat upright behind his large desk, his fingers lightly interlaced, his knuckles gently rubbing together.

A pair of deep eyes, peering through crescent-shaped lenses, calmly focused on the figure tightly bound in the chair opposite them.

—It was Peter Pettigrew.

He huddled in the chair, trembling like a leaf, his head bowed low, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

Sirius Black stood quietly to Dumbledore's left.

Although he was still exhausted and pale, he was much better than before, and the chains on his body had already been removed.

At this moment, he was leaning forward slightly, his voice low, recounting that long-forgotten past word by word.

—How the person in charge of keeping secrets was changed back then, and how this led to that irreversible tragedy.

With each word he spoke, his clenched fists tightened further, his eyes churning with years of suppressed pain and anger.

On the right side of the desk, Professor Snape stood with his arms crossed, his black robes hanging down like ink, his face expressionless.

His jawline was taut, and his cold gaze swept over Sirius before settling on the trembling Peter, filled with undisguised disgust.

Dylan, standing beside him, appeared much calmer, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his eyes clear, looking like an innocent bystander listening to everything.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also in the office.

Professor Dumbledore gave them a few brief instructions and then let them leave.

—The focus tonight is clearly not on them.

Ron and Hermione were relieved to hear this.

After exchanging a glance, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, I didn't lose any Gryffindor points."

They whispered among themselves and quickly left the office.

Only Harry persisted and refused to leave.

Only after repeated requests were they allowed to stay aside.

Standing a little distance away, I listened intently to Sirius's story, my eyes filled with confusion, eagerness, and curiosity.

This is about his background and the truth behind his parents' deaths.

The longer he stopped, the more intense a surge of anger rose within him.

Harry's hands were clenched tightly, his fingertips pressed firmly against his palms, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

His gaze, like a steel needle tempered by fire, was fixed on Peter Pettigrew, who was still deep in a coma, and his chest was filled with an uncontrollable rage.

Judging from his tense posture, it looked like he was about to suddenly pull out his wand or pounce on someone and vent his anger with his fists at any moment.

As for Lupin, he was not among those being discussed.

And why not...?

"I have a general understanding of the ins and outs of the matter."

After listening to Sirius Black's account, Professor Dumbledore blinked slowly, and his folded fingers twitched slightly.

"However, these things can be put on hold for now."

His gaze swept across the room.

Finally, the conversation stopped at two particularly conspicuous objects, the tone calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of inquiry.

"Perhaps someone can explain to me... how did those two end up like this?"

The "they" that Old Deng was referring to.

One was Peter Pettigrew, slumped in a chair, barely breathing.

The other was a huge block of ice huddled in the corner of the office.

The ice was extremely transparent, with irregular edges.

Lupin can be clearly seen through the crystal-clear ice.

His mouth was slightly open, and a string of tiny bubbles were still condensed on his lips.

It was obviously frozen solid before it had a chance to dissipate.

"Why would a professor from our college blow bubbles in ice?" Old Deng didn't quite understand.

Upon hearing this, a complex expression flashed across Sirius Black's face, as if he were both embarrassed and helpless.

He instinctively turned his head and his gaze fell on Dylan.

Professor Dumbledore followed his gaze and naturally turned his attention to Dylan.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Hawkwood."

He spoke gently, with just the right amount of curiosity, "I haven't asked you yet, why were you there back then?"

"Professor Dumbledore, here's what happened."

Dylan met Old Deng's gaze and calmly explained why he was there.

“Because of what happened with Buckbeak—you were there today and witnessed the whole thing—I was a little worried, so I went to the Forbidden Forest to find Serquil.”

He paused, then added, "Serquill is a hippogriff I met in the Magical Creatures Protection class; we're friends."

“I was worried that today’s events might have upset it, and what if it got sick or got into a conflict with some other creature? So I wanted to go and check on it.”

"I think you, Professor, can understand my concern for my friend, right?"

"Oh, of course."

Dumbledore's smile remained gentle, his eyes crinkling, and his tone carrying a hint of approval.

"School rules are important, but there are also some things that are more valuable than rigidly following them, and sincere friendship is one of them."

He nodded slightly, his thoughts seemingly drifting into the distance.

"Ah, this reminds me of my own student days, when I also went out of my way to help my friends... But let's not talk about that for now, what happened after that?"

"Later, while Serquill and I were having dinner in the open space, this man and Professor Lupin emerged one after the other from the bushes nearby."

Dylan raised his hand and pointed to Peter Pettigrew, who was slumped in his chair, looking lifeless.

"He was a complete stranger I'd never seen in the castle before, and the moment he appeared, he started casting an explosion spell on me without hesitation. Good heavens, it terrified me."

Dylan's tone remained calm, and he patted his chest expressionlessly.

Snape's lips twitched.

Sirius looked at the child in front of him with a complicated expression.

"Faced with such a sudden attack, I naturally couldn't just sit and wait to die, so I took the wand from his hand first and returned the favor with an Explosion Charm."

"—Of course, I controlled the power, only temporarily incapacitating him."

He went on to recount what happened next.

"After that, before Professor Lu Ping and I could even exchange a few words, we heard the sounds of fighting in the distance, mixed with the crisp sound of colliding spells."

"At that time, I thought that an unidentified person had broken into the school, so I rushed over with Professor Lu Ping."

(End of this chapter)