Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 293 I Don't Want a Werewolf to Hurt My Classmates
"When we arrived, we saw Professor Snape confronting Sirius Black. Both of their wands were glowing, indicating that they had just been in a fierce fight."

As he spoke, Dylan turned his gaze to Sirius Black, who was standing to the side, his eyes showing no particular emotion.

"The moment I saw him, I recognized him as a wanted fugitive and an uninvited guest who had broken into the school. My first reaction was naturally to team up with Professor Snape to deal with him."

"But to my surprise, just as I was about to make my move, Professor Lupin suddenly used the End Curse to cancel out the spell I had cast."

“Professor Dumbledore, as you know, for the past year, I have been responsible for preparing and delivering the wolfsbane medicine that Professor Lupin needs…”

Hear this.

Professor Dumbledore's deep eyes flickered slightly as he recalled the difficulties and weariness that Professor Lupin had occasionally shown during this period.

His long, white beard trembled slightly.

"...That's why I know very well that he is a werewolf. In that situation, his sudden intervention to stop me made me suspicious of his motives."

"And what stance he is on, so I had to subdue him temporarily."

"But Remus clearly explained it back then!"

Sirius Black could no longer contain himself. His brow furrowed, and his tone was filled with obvious dissatisfaction and impatience as he retorted.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Blake.”

Dylan turned his head and looked calmly at Sirius, his tone completely unwavering.

"Your identity at the time was that of an uninvited guest who broke into our dormitory, and an escaped convict who escaped from Azkaban—and this identity has not changed to this day."

"Under these circumstances, it is really difficult for Professor Lu Ping to clear your names with just one explanation."

"Moreover, his so-called explanation at the time was only a vague mention of 'there were other hidden reasons,' without any specific details."

"Furthermore, he is also a werewolf."

Professor Dumbledore listened to this clear and reasonable explanation and slowly nodded, clearly agreeing with Dylan's statement.

Dylan continued, "Excuse my bluntness, but even now, there is still considerable suspicion surrounding the two of you."

“If it weren’t for the fact that Peter Pettigrew is still alive—yes, Harry mentioned that to me before.”

As Dylan spoke, he turned and exchanged a glance with Harry.

Harry immediately understood, then turned to Professor Dumbledore and nodded solemnly, confirming that what Dylan said was indeed true.

"It is precisely because of this that the past events have become so suspicious, which is why I did not kill you in the subsequent fight."

"Keep it?"

Sirius Black, upon hearing those two words, seemed to have heard something unbelievable; his eyebrows shot up sharply, and he subconsciously repeated them.

Those spells that had come rushing in earlier.

Each one carries a formidable power.

Sirius Black remembers it clearly.

I dodged almost instinctively.

If anything had gone wrong, he would probably be lying there right now, even more miserable than Peter Pettigrew, who was barely alive in the chair.

How can such an offensive be called holding back?
An uncontrollable anger mixed with a sense of absurdity surged into his heart, and his brows furrowed even more.

"At least you can still stand here unharmed."

Dylan's gaze swept over Sirius Black from head to toe, his tone as flat as if stating an obvious fact.

He saw that apart from his clothes being covered in dust and somewhat torn, the other person did not have a single external injury.

"Besides me, Professor Snape also showed mercy—do you have some misunderstanding about the true strength of a headmaster?"

Sirius Black's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth.

"That's enough, Blake, there's no need to say any more."

Professor Dumbledore's gentle voice rang out, carrying a soothing power that silenced Sirius Black.

He looked at Sirius Black with a faint smile on his face.

“I believe Dylan.”

He paused, then continued, "In my long coaching career, I have encountered many exceptionally talented students, and Dylan's talent is undoubtedly among the most outstanding, perhaps even the best."

"Given your condition at the time, if he and Severus had really gone all out, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"In retrospect, they were indeed holding back at the time."

Professor Dumbledore was already aware of Dylan's abilities.

This child, whose bloodline has awakened and who is diligent and eager to learn, already demonstrated amazing abilities last year, and will only improve even more now.

In his view, Dylan's potential is comparable to that of himself and Gellert when they were young.

The fact that Sirius Black is still standing here unharmed is enough to show that Dylan did indeed exercise restraint when he made his move.

Sirius Black opened his mouth.

I was originally going to ask Dylan what he meant by saying "pay the price for disturbing a good dream" before the fight started.

But upon hearing Professor Dumbledore's words, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He could only mumble a reply: "...Okay, Professor."

"but……"

Professor Dumbledore changed the subject, his gaze falling on the huge block of ice in the corner of the office, then looking at Dylan with a hint of inquiry in his voice.

"However, is it a bit too much to freeze Professor Lupin like this just because of these reasons?"

"Oh, this."

Dylan smiled. "Professor, you've misunderstood."

He explained, "I only used the Inverted Bell spell to temporarily immobilize him, and then used Cleanse to shut him up, I mean, the Sealing Charm, to prevent him from shouting and disrupting the situation."

He paused, then recounted what happened next: "As for the ice, it happened on the way back to the castle."

"Professor Lupin happened to be bathed in the light of the full moon at that time, and he hadn't taken the wolfsbane potion that day—to be honest, I didn't expect that even if he was hung upside down and fainted, the werewolf could still trigger a transformation under the influence of the full moon."

"Seeing that he was showing signs of transforming, and the situation was urgent, I had no choice but to use magic to freeze him completely to prevent him from losing his mind and hurting others."

"I don't want a werewolf to hurt my dear classmates at school."

Dylan shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"So, the ice encasing Professor Lupin probably won't be thawed until the full moon has completely set..." Dumbledore blinked.

"By the way, on our way back to the castle, we also encountered a few Dementors. They were lingering on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the chill they brought almost seeped into my bones."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Peter Pettigrew, who was slumped in his chair.

"The situation was urgent at the time. Professor Lu Ping was showing signs of transformation. I was in a panic and couldn't protect everyone."

“It looks like Peter Pettigrew had his soul sucked by the Dementors, which is why he looks like this.” “But I don’t think it’ll be a big problem. Even Harry was able to withstand this level of impact before, so he probably won’t be seriously injured.”

Dylan was indeed "too busy" at that time, and what he said made perfect sense.

Snape also thought that Peter Pettigrew had dealt with Dementors before, so he should be able to handle this level of difficulty.

It's just a few puffs, nothing serious, so I put it last in my priority list.

Moreover, Snape would naturally not easily reveal his physical Patronus.

For the sake of the subsequent plans, even casting the Guardian Angel spell must be done with extra caution, avoiding exposure as much as possible.

Therefore, when he saw that Dylan had prioritized protecting Harry and the others, he did not make any further moves.

As for the other three, Sirius Black had been in Azkaban for so long that he was already used to the presence of Dementors.

Peter Pettigrew will have to adapt gradually.

Professor Lupin is a werewolf, with a physique different from ordinary people, so he shouldn't have any major problems.

Why should he care?

Harry, who was suddenly mentioned, was stunned for a moment, blinked blankly, and clearly did not expect to be involved.

"So that's it..."

As Professor Dumbledore listened, his gaze fell upon Peter Pettigrew's pitiful appearance, and he couldn't help but reveal an indescribable expression.

“I have already sent someone to inform Mrs. Pomfrey. She should be here soon. With her medical skills, curing Peter Pettigrew should not be a problem.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than the office door was hurriedly pushed open, and Mrs. Pomfrey strode in carrying her first-aid kit.

As soon as she stepped into the room, her gaze swept over everyone present.

When it landed on Sirius Black, he couldn't help but gasp and let out a cry of surprise.

"My God, Dumbledore! What's going on?"

She looked at Sirius Black, who was thin and sallow-faced, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition, and her face was full of disbelief.

Do you want me to treat him first?

As Mrs. Pomfrey asked the question, she had already unfastened the clasp of the first aid kit, seemingly ready to act at any moment.

"Hmm... I might need you to do some treatment for him later, Bobby."

Professor Dumbledore responded gently, then gestured to Peter Pettigrew, who was slumped in his chair.

"But for now, let's check on this gentleman's condition first."

Mrs. Pomfrey looked in the direction he indicated, her gaze landing on Peter Pettigrew.

She hadn't recognized who he was yet, but she was startled just by seeing the injuries on his body.

The man's body was covered in charred wounds, and in some places the flesh was rolled up, a horrifying sight.

"This wound was caused by the Explosion Curse! Who did this? This is outrageous!" Madam Pomfrey's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger and urgency.

Immediately afterwards, her gaze shifted to Sirius Black standing to the side, with obvious suspicion.

After all, Sirius Black was imprisoned in Azkaban back then.

One of the serious crimes he carried was using the Explosive Curse, which resulted in the deaths of twelve Muggles.

“I did it, Mrs. Pomfrey.”

Dylan stepped forward and calmly began to explain.

"Because this suspicious-looking guy, who seemed like a dangerous individual, tried to use an explosive spell on me, I chose to fight back in self-defense."

"However, the reasons for this are a long story. You should first check his condition and see if there is any hope for him. We need him to at least wake up. There are still many questions we need to ask him."

"Dangerous element?"

Madame Pomfrey frowned, clearly surprised by the statement, and turned her gaze back to the unconscious man, her eyes filled with doubt.

Mrs. Pomfrey frowned slightly, her gaze lingering on Peter Pettigrew's face for a long while.

The person looked completely unfamiliar; he was clearly not a student or faculty member familiar to the school.

But for some reason, she felt that the face was strangely familiar, as if it was covered by something, hiding a vague memory, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

Despite her doubts, Madame Pomfrey did not hesitate in the slightest.

Her medical skills have always been superb.

First, he carefully examined Peter Pettigrew's injuries.

She then quickly walked out of the office and returned shortly afterward carrying a larger medicine box.

There were several bottles of medicine shimmering with a strange luster, and some silver medical instruments inside.

She methodically prepared the potion, guiding the liquid with her wand to drip onto the wound, and occasionally used instruments to examine it, her movements precise and swift.

After a flurry of activity, Peter Pettigrew's charred and gruesome wounds stopped bleeding, his complexion improved, his breathing became steady, and his condition finally stabilized.

"He needs to rest and recuperate properly so that his wound can heal slowly; it can't be rushed."

As Madam Pomfrey put the used medicine bottles and instruments back into the box, she looked up at Professor Dumbledore and said with certainty.

"But you don't need to worry too much. His vital signs have stabilized, and he should wake up soon."

"Thank you for your hard work, Bobby."

Professor Dumbledore nodded gently to her, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Mrs. Pomfrey nodded slightly, packed her things, and couldn't help but glance at Peter Pettigrew.

That sense of familiarity still lingered in my mind, and in the end, I turned and left the office with a belly full of questions.

The office fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes once again turned to Peter Pettigrew in his chair, a heavy atmosphere of anticipation filling the air.

"Professor, let me do it."

Dylan took a step forward, his tone decisive.

He raised his wand, pointed it at Peter Pettigrew's face, and clearly uttered the spell: "Water as Clear as Spring!"

A stream of water, not particularly rapid but powerful enough, appeared out of nowhere.

There was a "crash" sound.

It splashed onto Peter Pettigrew's face.

at the same time.

Dylan flicked his wrist, the wand tracing two subtle arcs in the air, and whispered the incantation to dispel the spell.

Remove the Soul Curse and the Dream Construct from Peter Pettigrew.

(End of this chapter)