Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 302 Old Deng: Why don't you take Dylan to your house to read some books?

The woman who had asked Dylan about the Patronus Charm stood up.

She is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, serving as the Director of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement, and her name is Amelie Bones.

“I have one last question, Blake.”

Her gaze fell on Sirius Black, and her tone was serious, "How did you escape from Azkaban?"

"Based on the information I have, it seems you escaped from prison on the day Minister Fauci came to investigate Azkaban?"

Amelie Bones stepped forward, her gaze sharp as she fixed on Sirius Black, and continued to press for answers.

The wizards present in the courtroom were all stunned.

They hadn't even thought to ask this question before.

This was mentioned by Bones at that moment.

All eyes turned to Sirius, awaiting his answer.

Sirius looked up and made eye contact with someone for a moment.

He quickly lowered his head again, his fingers rubbing his cuffs. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"It was I who suggested to James that Peter Pettigrew be their confidant."

"It was this foolish act that killed James and Lily."

“Over the years, I have lived with guilt. When I was captured by the Aurors, I did not defend myself once.”

"The lingering resentment in my heart, the pain of losing my dearest friend, makes me willing to stay in Azkaban. I hope to atone for my sins."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, and continued, "During that time, I felt utterly hopeless; happiness was something I could never experience."

"Therefore, Dementors have never been interested in me; they prefer to gravitate towards Death Eaters who always congregate together, greedily sucking their souls..."

“Stop beating around the bush, Black! Tell us how you escaped Azkaban!” Fudge’s face tightened.

The Dementors of Azkaban are unruly.

This made him very angry.

He made a promise to everyone that the Dementors were completely under the command of the Ministry of Magic.

But now there's a problem.

Sirius glanced at Fudge, his tone laced with sarcasm: "The day you went to inspect the area, you casually tossed me a copy of the Daily Prophet."

"There was a news report in the newspaper about the Weasleys going to Egypt, and I recognized Peter Pettigrew in that photo as the mouse at a glance."

“You made me realize one thing: Peter didn’t die at all! At that moment, my desire for revenge burned like fire…”

Fudge abruptly interrupted Blake: "That's enough, I think that's enough."

"I see that things are quite clear now, therefore I hereby declare the Wiesengamo Conference adjourned!"

"Finish!"

He was eager to stop the meeting.

In fact, although his acquittal of Blake was also in his own best interest.

However, before the trial, he still received a considerable amount of Galleons from Black.

After all, the Black family still has considerable assets and remains quite wealthy.

What's wrong with him, the Minister of Magic, taking a little?
Therefore, if others continue to interrogate Blake, it might cause unnecessary complications.

Therefore, even so, there are still some doubts about this matter.

Fudge picked up the hammer again.

A loud "thump" signaled the end of the meeting.

Dylan, Sirius, and Dumbledore stood together.

Dumbledore looked at Sirius Black and said with a smile, "That's good, you've finally cleared your name."

"Ah, I think this is all thanks to Dylan. Principal, you have taught another good student."

Sirius Black smiled with relief and turned to look at Dylan.

It must be said that some of the things Dylan did in the process seemed to be of little use.

But it was extremely useful to him.

Dumbledore then looked at Dylan and reminded him not to forget their agreement.

Then, he turned his gaze back to Blake: "Since you thank him, why don't you take him to your house for a look around? He loves reading, and he even reads some banned books without hesitation."

Dylan's mouth twitched.

Before leaving, Old Deng didn't forget to get him some benefits.
What a kind old man.

Blake looked at Dylan with some surprise: "Of course, that's fine, but are you sure?"

Old Deng nodded: "Don't worry, Dylan is a good kid."

Upon hearing this, Blake finally nodded.

Then, a flash of fire appeared around Old Deng, and Phoenix Fox appeared, taking him away with her.

……

Dylan and Sirius walked out of the Ministry of Magic building together.

Sirius reached out and grabbed Dylan's arm, then Apparated him.

The next second, the two appeared on the streets of London.

They arrived at Grimaldo Square.

Between number 11 and number 13.

A dilapidated door appeared out of nowhere.

Then, the filthy walls and gloomy windows gradually came into view.

It looked as if an extra house had suddenly expanded, squeezing and slightly deforming the buildings on both sides.

This is 12 Grimmauld Place, the address of the Black family.

Sirius lowered his voice and instructed, "Remember, this matter must be kept secret from outsiders."

Dylan nodded.

Following Sirius Black up the broken stone steps, his eyes were fixed on the door that had just appeared.

Large patches of black paint had peeled off the door, revealing the dark wood underneath, its surface covered with crisscrossing scratches, as if it had been repeatedly scratched by something.

The door knocker was made of silver and shaped like a coiled snake.

The gemstones around the snake's eyes had long lost their luster, making them appear somewhat eerie.

There was no keyhole or mailbox on the door, and it was completely impossible to tell how to open it.

Sirius Black pulled his wand from his robe pocket.

This is a new wand he just bought from Ollivanders; it's made of oak, twelve inches long, and the core is a phoenix feather.

He raised his wand and tapped lightly on the door.

Dylan immediately heard a loud metallic clanging sound, mixed with a rattling sound like a chain being dragged.

Immediately afterwards, the door creaked open with a piercing sound.

Cross the threshold.

We walked into the lobby, where it was so dark we could barely see our own hand in front of our face.

A dusty, damp smell wafted towards me.

There was also a slightly sweet, rotten smell mixed in, as if something had been left in a dark corner for too long and had begun to spoil.

This place feels like an abandoned house that has been left for a long time.

The surroundings were deathly silent; even the air seemed to have frozen.

at this time.

Dylan then heard a faint rustling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up one after another, casting shimmering, unreal light.

The light illuminated the long foyer.

You can see that the wallpaper on the wall has peeled off and rolled into pieces.

The carpet on the floor was worn smooth and shiny, and the edges were frayed, revealing the wooden planks underneath.

On their heads.

A chandelier covered in cobwebs flickered with a faint light.

Several portraits hung diagonally on the wall, their frames old and their canvases blackened with age, the faces of the people on them blurred and indistinct.

Dylan also heard something rushing past behind the wall, making a soft rustling sound.

The chandelier and the candlesticks on the wobbly table next to it were both shaped like large snakes, echoing the door knocker.

A flicker of nostalgia crossed Sirius's eyes. He looked up at the ceiling, then let out a cold laugh.

"Still as rigid as before, nothing has changed."

Dylan followed his gaze.

A line of text on the ceiling stood out prominently.

It was written in ornate cursive script.

—The oldest and noblest Black is forever pure.

The living room should have been magnificent.

Now it is covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one has set foot here for many years.

The wooden door was covered with dark green moss, which was damp and occasionally a palm-sized fox cicada would jump around on it, making a soft rustling sound.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the stairs not far away.

A house-elf trotted down.

When it saw Sirius and Dylan, it paused for a second.

His large, protruding eyes instantly filled with anger, and then he began to curse loudly.

"You wretched Sirius, how dare you come back! And you even brought a filthy Mudblood with you!"

"Oh God, my poor old master! He would be heartbroken if he knew what you had done!"

"Shut up, Kreacher!"

Sirius's face immediately darkened, his eyes turning sinister as he said viciously, "Your mouth stinks even more than before. I think you really should take a toothbrush and brush your stinky mouth!"

He ordered Kreacher to cook.

It's almost evening now.

He was starving after a long day of running around.

I'm afraid Dylan is one of them too.

Then he turned to Dylan and said, "Ignore this guy, he's got something wrong with his head."

“Come, let me show you the Black family’s library.”

Dylan nodded.

The Blake family's library was on the basement level.

Even though it was still daytime outside and the sun hadn't completely set, it was still pitch black inside.

Sirius Black had to wave his wand and say "Fluorescent Flash".

Let the tip of the staff shine with a soft light to illuminate the path ahead.

Dylan was no different; he could also see in the dark.

Sirius first used "Whirlwind Sweep" to clear away a large patch of flying dust at the entrance before leading Dylan into the damp room.

Inside, there were seven or eight tall bookshelves neatly arranged.

Every bookshelf was crammed full of books; the Black family's collection truly lived up to its reputation, being astonishingly rich.

"This is our family library, hmm... I think I vaguely remember it..."

Sirius waved his wand, and the ceiling of the room immediately lit up.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a line of text emitting light.

—The oldest and noblest Black is forever pure.

Sirius scoffed, with a hint of disdain: "Still the same old thing. Just bear with it. This house is in worse shape than Azkaban's prison. I need to clean it up."

Dylan nodded; the place was indeed incredibly chaotic.

He remembered that Black had said he wanted to bring Harry to live with them.

But given the current situation, Sirius himself probably feels embarrassed.

The library was extremely quiet.

The air was slightly chilly.

However, since magic books are imbued with special magic, there's no need to worry about them rotting or getting damaged.

Dylan walked back and forth between the bookshelves.

I would stop every now and then to browse through a few books.

He, too, saw quite a few interesting things.

have to say.

As expected of the Black family, renowned for their dark magic.

The sheer number of books on black magic here is astonishing.

at the same time.

A book placed in the corner caught his attention.

The book's paper was a dull yellow with a bluish-gray tinge, and the texture felt like human skin.

It also had disgusting bluish-green spots on it, but it didn't look like mold.

Dylan reached out and pulled the book out.

It was written in red paint on the cover.

—The ultimate secrets of cutting-edge black magic revealed.

The red paint looked a bit like human blood.

Of course, it could also be that way at all.

Under Dylan's gaze.

The red characters began to gradually distort.

Eventually, it gradually transformed into the face of a strange man, emitting a hoarse voice mixed with snake-like hissing.

"hiss"

Dylan tilted his head.

The book then floated into the air, but still maintained its eerie appearance.

Seeing this, Dylan snapped his fingers slightly.

Brain shut-in surgery has begun.

Dylan's gaze became clearer, isolating him from the mental disturbance that the eerie voice might cause.

After dealing with many snakes, he was able to clearly understand the meaning of the hissing sound emitted by the human face in the book.

It was actually calling his name.

"It's really interesting."

Dylan stared at the floating book.

It's hard to guess.

This book, "The Ultimate Unveiling of Cutting-Edge Black Magic," is probably no ordinary book.

Sirius had previously mentioned to him about these books of dark magic.

Apart from those involving the history of the Black family.

He won't interfere with anything else; Dylan can do whatever he wants with it.

I wonder what the ancestors of the Black family would think if they knew what Sirius said.

Would they be so angry that they'd crawl out of their graves?

Dylan looked up and glanced in the direction leading upstairs.

Portraits of all the ancestors of the Black family are hanging there.

Hopefully, they will never know about Sirius's decision, which is almost contrary to their ancestors' wishes.

Looking back, our ancestors braved wind and snow, overcoming all obstacles, to create this prosperous world of black magic books.

But later generations don't know how to cherish it, easily handing over these inheritances to others, like discarding weeds by the roadside.
Dylan clicked his tongue and shook his head, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He waved his wand, and a burst of holy light instantly surged toward the book on the leather cover, "The Ultimate Unveiling of Cutting-Edge Black Magic."

However, when the light struck the book, it only left a faint black mark on it.

The book itself suffered almost no substantial damage; not even its surface was scratched.

Time passed little by little.

Dylan maintained a state of confrontation with the floating book from a distance.

(End of this chapter)