Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 300 The road to the Ministry of Magic can be grounded in reality, but it cannot be connected to the sewers!
Aurel: "..."

He immediately shook his head.

"No, I can't leave directly. I have to take him back. Don't make things difficult for me. I secretly brought him out behind my uncles' backs."

Upon hearing this, Dylan shrugged: "Whatever."

Then he walked over to Luna.

Luna then came to her senses and stopped staring at the unicorn.

"I never expected that I would see a live unicorn on my last day before leaving school."

Dylan smiled and said, "You'll probably have more opportunities to see him in the future."

Luna's eyes lit up: "Really? These creatures give me a very pure feeling, I like them."

Dylan nodded: "You like it? That's perfect. I'm going to collect some of his blood. Do you want some too?"

Luna paused, "Huh? What?"

_？
Upon hearing this, Aurel jumped up in anger.

"What are you trying to do? Are you going to cut his flesh open? How could you do this! I won't allow you to force him!"

Dylan pursed his lips and walked straight up to the unicorn.

"Hello?"

The unicorn blinked its big eyes, looking at Dylan with a complex and helpless expression.

However, when faced with Dylan's raised eyebrows and the corners of his lips curled up...

Finally, it turned its head to the side, then raised a hoof and gestured towards Dylan.

Aurel was dumbfounded when he saw the unicorn's seemingly resigned yet proactive demeanor.

"This, this, this..."

"Stop with all this 'this' and 'that'. Don't you really think you're being long-winded?"

Aurel: "..."

Dylan waved his hand and then pulled out a water glass.

The unicorn caught a glimpse of the enormous water glass out of the corner of its eye, its eyes widened, and it wanted to retract its hoof immediately.

Before it could even move, it felt its little thing being grabbed by Dylan.

"It's been so long, we should at least make up for what we owed each other before, right?"

As he spoke, Dylan lightly tapped his fingertip.

Immediately afterwards, a bloodstain appeared on the unicorn's foreleg, and blood began to spurt out.

Orville's mouth dropped open.

The unicorn pulled its legs back.

But Dylan held him firmly in place, preventing him from moving.

"ang! ang! ang!"

The unicorn cried out anxiously a few times.

Aurel finally came to his senses and quickly added from the side, "He said that if you drew so much blood from him at once, you would kill him. He has only just recovered from his injuries and hasn't even fully recovered yet!"

Dylan glanced sideways at O'Reilly: "I know what I'm doing."

Aurel: ...

You know what's going on?
He looked at the enormous water glass that Dylan had placed over the unicorn's wound, and his lips twitched.

What do you even have?!
There are still numbers?
What a joke!

The unicorn felt its blood flowing out.

Upon seeing Dylan's serious expression, it knew it couldn't escape and could only resign itself to its fate.

It stretched out its front legs, while its hindquarters were already crossed on the ground.

Dylan didn't actually drain the unicorn's blood completely, nor did he fill the entire bottle; he only drew about a third of it, which was enough for him to use for a while.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Dylan gently shook the water glass in his hand, and the blood inside made a clanging sound.

Harm~
He's just too kind and too understanding.

Otherwise, I'll definitely fill this water bottle to the brim!
When the unicorn saw that Dylan had let go of it, it immediately tried to stand up, but as soon as it moved, everything went black.

It silently sat back down on the ground.

At this moment, Luna watched Dylan interact with the unicorn and blinked her eyes.

She was somewhat curious, but didn't interrupt Dylan's actions.

After carefully storing away the small amount of unicorn blood, Dylan turned his gaze to O'Reil.

"It seems you can communicate with unicorns?"

Upon hearing this, Aurel stopped clicking her tongue and proudly raised her head.

"Of course! I'm a centaur! I'm fluent in the languages ​​of many magical creatures! Even my uncles can't match me in that!"

Upon hearing this, Dylan's eyes lit up slightly, and he stared at O'Reil for a long while.

O'Reil had been looking quite proud, waiting for Dylan to praise him.

Instead of receiving praise, he opened his eyes to find Dylan staring at him with a look that made him very uncomfortable.

That looked very much like the gaze of a hunter he often saw in the Forbidden Forest.

what's the situation? ?

Aurel stared at Dylan warily: "What do you want? Let me tell you, I won't let you bleed me! I am a proud centaur, and you can't expect me to submit to the tyranny of a human like you!"

unicorn:"……"

The unicorn, slightly regaining its senses, rolled its eyes.

Dylan looked away and chuckled softly.

"I was just looking at you, why are you so anxious? I'm not going to do anything to you, why are you looking so wary? Do you think I'm going to kill you, skin you, cut off your flesh, and then devour and absorb your soul?"

Aurel: Д)? !
Don't tell me you really want to do that!

Luna also looked over: "If you really want to do this, it's best to cut off the skin completely, as that would be more valuable. I read that in a book."

Aurel: "!!!"

He glanced at Luna, a girl with thick hair and a somewhat cute appearance, with a look of grief and indignation.

Oh no!

You have let me down!
These two are in cahoots!

Dylan chuckled twice: "Alright, Luna, stop scaring him. I really won't do anything to you, O'Reilly."

The latter, however, looked unconvinced and even stared at Dylan warily, taking two steps back.

However, Dylan ignored him.

Even if we were to do something to him, it wouldn't be now.

He looked at the unicorn again.

"I've missed you so much! But since you're going back to the centaur tribe with him, you should go back and rest first. I'll come see you again when school starts."

The unicorn, which had just stood up, stumbled again.

Let's not see each other again, it's best if we never see each other again!
It staggered back to Aurel's side.

Aurel also stood up for him, protecting him from behind, and glared at Dylan.

Dylan shrugged.

"Although I have a lot of questions to ask, I'm not overly curious, so I'll wait until school starts to talk about them. I want to go back to sleep now."

Dylan waved to them, then turned his gaze to Luna.

"Do you still want to shop around? Or should we go back together?"

Luna blinked. "If you're a little sleepy, let's go back. Anyway, I'm sure I won't find what I'm looking for today, but I'm still happy to have seen the unicorn."

Dylan nodded.

The two returned to Hogwarts.

Dylan climbed into bed, stopped thinking about anything else, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wait until the next day.

Early in the morning, an owl flew to Dylan's bedroom window.

After Dylan let it in, he discovered that the owl had come to deliver a message to him.

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

After feeding the owl a few strips of meat, I sent it away.

He opened the letter and glanced at it.

Then, he couldn't help but purse his lips.

Huh? Seriously? He still has to participate?

With a slight flick, he casually tossed the letter into his backpack.

……

The whistle emitted a long, mournful wail, carrying a heavy, resonant sound that spread through the air.

The Hogwarts Express slowly started moving.

The wheels rubbed against the rails, making a clanging sound.

The scenery outside the window also began to slowly move backward.

Luna looked at Dylan across from her.

He was wearing a custom-made suit from the Tuifan clothing store.

The black velvet fabric gleamed with a delicate sheen, exuding a rich texture that accentuated his tall and imposing figure.

Dylan was looking down at his bow tie, his fingers tracing the silk fabric.

I tried several times, but I couldn't tie it neatly.

Seeing this, Luna leaned forward slightly and reached out to help him adjust.

"Ah, thank you."

Luna's actions were somewhat sudden, and he was taken aback for a moment before thanking her.

As Luna drew closer, her fair face almost touching his, her brows furrowed slightly with focus, her beautiful yet spirited eyes lowered.

Her two rosy lips were full and luscious, and Dylan's breath hitched. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

He subconsciously raised his hand and gently lifted a strand of light golden hair from Luna's cheek, revealing her delicate and lovely ear.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, falling on Luna's earlobe and making the small, soft cartilage appear translucent, faintly glowing.

"You're dressed so formally, what are you going to do? Isn't it already a holiday..." Luna gently brushed Dylan's hand away and looked up at him to ask.

Dylan withdrew his arm with a hint of regret, a look of reminiscence on his face, and said, "I'm going to attend a hearing, or more precisely, a meeting in Wisengamo."

"They need to determine whether Sirius is innocent or not, and they also need to decide whether or not to issue an arrest warrant for Peter Pettigrew."

"About Sirius? It sounds like there's a good chance it will work out." Luna nodded.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Dylan looked at her with interest, wanting to hear her analysis.

Luna smiled faintly: "I've heard about this from Cedric and the others. Apparently, they overheard the professor's conversation."

"It's actually quite obvious. Sirius Black was sent to prison during Fudge's previous term. He wasn't subjected to any rigorous interrogation or investigation before being directly imprisoned in Azkaban."

"After Fudge came to power, many of the things he did were not recognized by the British wizards, but instead he was criticized a lot."

"If he wants to be re-elected, he must achieve something, and this is a good opportunity to exonerate Blake."

"This would both weaken the power of the previous Minister of Magic and target his former rival, Barty Crouch."

"Moreover, Black is the sole heir of the ancient, pure-blooded Black family."

"If we can clear Sirius Black's name, it will be equivalent to winning over a pure-blood family."

"In short, Fudge will definitely play a role in this matter, and with the well-connected pure-blood families protecting each other, their influence will also be significant..."

Dylan blinked, somewhat surprised that Luna had considered things in such detail.

"Does Cedric know about this too? Does that mean you all already know what Sirius was doing at school?"

Luna smiled faintly: "In just one day, the entire academy is filled with rumors about Sirius."

Dylan shrugged.

It's obvious that this was probably Harry and his friends' doing.

But that doesn't matter.

With the support of public opinion from Hogwarts, Fudge must know what to do.

I only heard Cedric and the others say a few words.

It's quite remarkable that Luna can analyze things to this extent.

However, her thinking was still somewhat one-sided.

Pureblood families are by no means a monolithic entity.

It's likely that it wasn't Old Deng who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Perhaps those families will even try to take advantage of Blake.

After all, this happened after the Black family declined.

There will always be a space for profit to be made, waiting for other families to fight over it.

Moreover, Sirius Black was not a pureblood.

In many people's eyes, he, like the Weasleys, is a traitor among pure-blood families.

He alone cannot achieve anything significant.

If it weren't for the Order of the Phoenix, that is, Dumbledore's faction, maneuvering behind the scenes.

Whether he can clear his name this time is really hard to say.

But anyway, Luna isn't going to follow in the footsteps of the Minister of Magic, so it doesn't really matter.

The sun gradually moved towards the southwest.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, casting long patches of light on the floor.

The Hogwarts Express slowly came to a stop.

Then, with a soft "clang," it came to a complete stop.

We have arrived at station 9¾.

Dylan greeted Luna, then got up alone, walked through the connecting area between the carriages, and entered the platform.

Parents were bustling around picking up their children.

He walked through the crowd, his gaze quickly locking onto a figure at the bathroom door.

It was an old man with a white beard, tall and thin, wearing a dark wizard's robe, with a crooked nose that looked like it had been broken twice.

It was Old Deng.

Dumbledore had obviously been waiting for Dylan for a while.

Seeing him approach, she nodded slightly.

Since Dylan had never been to the Ministry of Magic before, he needed Dylan to show him the way.

The two of them happened to be attending the Wizengamo Conference together.

—The letter that morning was written to him by Dumbledore.

Old Dumbledore was the chief wizard of Wizengamo, while Dylan was present as a key witness.

Dylan followed Dumbledore into the bathroom, his gaze falling on the toilet in front of him, and he was stunned.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you saying that this thing is the passage to the Ministry of Magic? Are you sure?"

He stared at the toilet, his voice filled with disbelief.

He just couldn't understand it.

Why do wizards' vehicles...
So unique.

Tamoto!

A means of transportation is a means of transportation, and a means of excretion is a means of excretion.

Although both can be used for seating, they are not comparable at all!
The road to the Ministry of Magic can be grounded, but it cannot connect directly to the sewers!

"Well... the Ministry of Magic has already made improvements."

Dumbledore seemed a little embarrassed, and after a pause, he continued, "All you need to do is rub the edge of the toilet."

(End of this chapter)