Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 304 Alastormudy

"My lord, the potion factory is already operational, but the names of the potions have not yet been decided. We are still in the trial phase, and quite a few people already want to buy our potions."

Bojin said, "What do you think? Should we establish a formal brand? Of course, you should decide on the name."

Dylan thought for a moment and nodded: "Let's call it X·Y. For the first series, we can call it 'Paper and Gold'."

Bojin immediately smiled and said, "My goodness, the name you came up with is absolutely brilliant! It sounds so wonderful, I'm sure it will be a huge success once it officially starts operating!"

Dylan spoke again: "So, Lupin, since he's a professor at Hogwarts and quite capable, how much is he paid?"

“My lord, it’s 50 Galleons a month,” Bogin replied immediately.

"It's not that high."

Dylan pondered for a moment.

Considering his current monthly income, this amount of money is really insignificant.

"Then let's raise his pay to 100 Galleons per month, and get him to do more work."

If he's really short of money, this guy might not even be able to afford wolfsbane medicine.

Yes, even though he's no longer at the school, he can still buy wolfsbane from Professor Snape.

This potion still had to be made by Dylan.

Thinking of this, Dylan curled his lip. "I have another potion recipe here. You can take it and let those people study it."

Upon hearing this, Bojin's eyes lit up again.

You see, every potion recipe is like a hen that lays golden eggs!

It was precisely because he saw the bright prospects of following Karsas that he became his financial advisor without hesitation.

He does everything, even his shop, which he doesn't manage very well anymore.

They work hard for three days and then rest for two.

This caused many black wizards who wanted to buy things to complain bitterly.

It doesn't matter. Anyone who dares to cause trouble can become an undocumented worker in the factory.

"As ordered."

Dylan added, "In addition, the wages of skilled workers will be increased by 30%, and those of ordinary workers by 15%."

"Also, let's change the work schedule. We'll work six days a week, with everyone resting on Sundays. Plus, everyone will get one day off per month, and these days can be accumulated."

Dylan finished speaking.

A system notification suddenly popped up.

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[Achievement]: Conscientious Entrepreneur

[Description]: You, a dark lord, actually have such a conscience? Unbelievable!

[Requirements for activation]: Show compassion to your employees, improve their compensation, and make them grateful to you.

[Achievement Reward]: Increases the company's profit growth rate by +20%!

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"Uh."

Dylan blinked.

He then urged Bojin to begin preparations for temporarily relocating the factory overseas, and gave detailed instructions on a series of precautions.

After all, the Ministry of Magic is now searching for him everywhere, although it's impossible to find him anywhere.

But neither Bogin nor Delfini were good people either.

They are basically all under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic.

If they engage in large-scale warfare or business activities on their home soil, they will only be affected by the Ministry of Magic.

Perhaps some of them want a piece of the pie.

After doing all that, Dylan left the factory.

He had no intention of letting the wizarding world know that he was the true owner of the X·Y potion.

After returning home.

Dylan went straight into his own spatial world.

In a flash, he arrived in front of the cabin.

Immediately afterward, Ravenclaw and Helena appeared beside him.

Yes, Dylan has now brought Helena back.

She looked at Dylan with a resentful expression.

Ravenclaw said with a smile, "Dylan, I didn't expect you to bring my daughter along."

Helena stiffened her neck, turned her head away, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

She had a good cry last night.

She was just about to dissipate, but Dylan brought her here instead.

Before she could even figure out what was going on, Dylan had already run off.

Then her mother suddenly appeared in front of her.

It really startled her.

Then, naturally, the mother and daughter met and wept bitterly.

—Even though they couldn't cry.

"It's nothing serious. Anyway, I was thinking that rather than letting it dissipate on its own, I might as well meet with you. What if you don't want to leave?"

Dylan smiled, then looked at Helena: "So, do you still want to disappear now?"

Helena glared at Dylan playfully, "No, why should I leave? I want to stay here!"

Dylan shrugged: "That's your choice, but since you're already here, you can't go anywhere. Unless absolutely necessary, I won't let you out of this world."

Helena shook her head: "It doesn't matter, I don't care where I am."

Dylan nodded: "That's good."

Ravenclaw's face was beaming with a smile.

Then she looked at Dylan and said, "The two vampires you captured have been trained."

Dylan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

This vampire was one he had captured in the Forbidden Forest.

I don't know where it came from.

Dylan happened to be very interested in this pseudo-immortal species, so he captured it directly.

"Where are they?"

"The basilisk."

Dylan nodded, then waved to them, "I won't disturb your reunion."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly, then disappeared with Helena.

Dylan then headed straight for the place where the basilisk was hiding.

This is a small valley.

It's called a valley, but it's actually a depression that the basilisk monster rubbed out of it.

The basilisk is not here now.

Dylan found the two vampires in a secluded spot.

The two men huddled together, motionless.

Dylan raised an eyebrow: "You guys seem to be very well-behaved."

Hearing the noise, the two vampires raised their heads.

Upon seeing Dylan, their eyes lit up.

It’s the master!
They darted away in a flash.

A sliding tackle.

He knelt down in front of Dylan.

"Master, we now know how great you are!"

"Yes, Master, you are so powerful and wise, we are willing to become your most loyal servants!"

"We were truly blind back then, failing to recognize that you were the true deity!"

"How dare we disrespect you! We deserve to die! But Master, we are willing to give everything!" "That's right! As long as you need us, we will serve you to the death! We will not hesitate to die for you!"

Dylan smiled as he watched the two vampires vying for attention.

He likes things that are obedient.

Dylan handed two bloody lollipops covered in dark red icing to Karen and Reno.

The two smelled the blood and eagerly took it.

This is the blood that Dylan collected from randomly crushing some small creatures like cockroaches and rats.

Just as he could directly provide Voldemort with life force, he could naturally also extract blood.

Karen and Renault continued to flatter him.

"Master, you are so kind and powerful. It is our honor to serve you!"

"Having a master like you is a blessing for our vampire clan!"

A sense of pleasure welled up in Dylan's heart.

This vampire has a really sweet tongue; it's much better than Voldemort's incoherent speechless idiot.

"You vampires seem to have significantly less blood than other creatures. How do you usually increase the amount of blood in your bodies?"

Dylan conjured a reclining chair, leaned back, tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, and asked slowly.

He had his own plans.

They wanted to develop a life-extending magic potion.

Vampire blood is clearly a key ingredient.

We must find a way to continuously obtain this material in order to support ongoing experiments.

"Master, it's very difficult for us to increase the blood volume in our bodies now."

Karen spoke first, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"If we vampires want to increase our strength and the amount of blood in our bodies, we can only do so by drinking the blood of other magical creatures or human wizards..."

The words fell.

Karen and Reno's eyes were both fixed on Dylan's wrist.

His eyes were full of longing.

The silent plea was all too clear.

They clearly hoped their master would reward them with some blood.

Dylan remained silent for a moment.

There's absolutely no way I'd give them my blood.

And there aren't many magical creatures in his world.

Ordinary creatures have little effect on them.

Moreover, he himself also used the blood of most of the magical creatures for his experiments.

But then he thought about it.

In his own potion factory, many high-level potions require dragon blood for production.

Bojin has already established this channel.

Therefore, each time dragon blood raw materials are processed, there may be a lot of scraps left over.

Even these scraps are enough for Karen and Reynolds to use, given the production scale of the X·Y Potions Factory.

“Don’t worry, I will find you the blood of magical creatures,” Dylan said slowly.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you Master for your gift!"

Karen and Reno immediately bowed, their voices full of gratitude, and then they even knelt down and kissed the hem of Dylan's robe.

Dylan's lips twitched as he watched the two men's actions.

These two guys are really something.
They know their place.

Dylan asked for some of the two guys' blood.

—Under their grief-stricken expressions.

He then dismissed them and left the space.

Today, he still has guests to receive.

As dusk was falling.

Dylan was sitting at the oak table in his study, organizing his herbal notes.

In the courtyard outside the window, the evening breeze rustled the white rose petals, which fell onto the flagstone path like a layer of snow.

Suddenly, three light knocks came from outside the courtyard gate, the rhythm steady and unhurried, quite different from the hurried knocks of ordinary visitors.

Dylan put down his quill and got up to walk towards the front hall.

Pull open the heavy, carved wooden door.

The person standing outside the door was none other than Dumbledore.

His dark gray wizard robes shimmered softly in the twilight, and his long, silvery hair and beard were meticulously groomed.

He wore his signature crescent-shaped glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his blue eyes behind the lenses were like sapphires soaking in warm water, radiating a gentle smile.

Dumbledore held a wand with a phoenix feather at the top in one hand and a bulging brown paper bag in the other, with the wrappers of a few candies peeking out from the bag's opening.

“Good evening, Dylan,” Dumbledore said. “I hope I haven’t disturbed your dinner.”

“Professor Dumbledore, please come in.” Dylan stepped aside.

As Dumbledore stepped across the threshold, his wide robe swept across the doorway, carrying a faint scent of lemon and sandalwood.

Dumbledore did not rush to sit down, but stood in the center of the hall, his gaze slowly sweeping across the interior of the manor.

The foyer has a high dome with a crystal chandelier hanging from it. The light shines through the finely cut crystals, casting dappled patterns of light on the marble floor.

Several landscape paintings hang on the wall, depicting the scenery of the manor in the four seasons. The brushstrokes are delicate and the colors are vivid, as if you can smell the fragrance of spring flowers and the snow of winter from the paintings.

The stair railing is carved from walnut wood, with patterns of vines and birds wrapped around it, and every detail exudes the exquisite beauty that comes with the passage of time.

"I must say, your manor reminds me of certain corners of Hogwarts—but with an added touch of unique warmth."

Dumbledore's gaze fell on a bronze ornament in the corner of the foyer, a dove carrying an olive branch.

"The craftsmanship of this ornament is exquisite. Is it a family heirloom?"

"Yes, it was bought by my father and given to my mother."

As Dylan answered, he led Dumbledore toward the living room. "Professor, please have a seat. I'll make some tea."

“No need for that.” Dumbledore waved his hand, turning his gaze to the courtyard outside the window.

As dusk fell, the fountain in the courtyard was still flowing gently, a few water lily leaves floated on the surface, and the bushes on the bank were neatly trimmed.

The greenhouse in the distance emitted a warm yellow light, and the rare herbs grown inside could be vaguely seen.

He couldn't help but chuckle: "You've taken great care of the courtyard, especially the white roses. I remember that this variety is very difficult to cultivate, yet it's blooming so profusely here. It's clear you've put a lot of thought into it."

"Yes, my mother likes it, so my father found a lot of people to take care of her."

Old Deng blinked: "It seems you live in a very loving family."

Dylan's lips twitched slightly: "Yeah."

Dumbledore walked to the window and gently pushed it open.

The evening breeze blew into the living room, carrying the scent of roses and the damp smell of earth.

He turned to look at Dylan, his eyes full of admiration: "To manage a manor so well, preserving its historical weight while maintaining the warmth of life, is a remarkable achievement in itself. Your parents are amazing."

If you can have a group of nannies doing the work while you're out every day, that's quite impressive.
That's really true.

The light from the crystal chandelier fell on Dumbledore's silver hair and on Dylan's smiling face.

The atmosphere in the living room became increasingly warm.

"In that case... you seem to be home alone."

Dumbledore's white beard swayed slightly with the movement, then he got to the point of the trip, "Do you have any other plans right now? I'd like to take you to see someone."

"Nothing urgent."

Dylan looked up at Dumbledore, a hint of curiosity in his voice, "Who are we going to see?"

“Alastor Mudy, a former Auror, is also a longtime friend of mine.”

(End of this chapter)