Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 315 When did I receive the Order of Merlin? How come I didn't know?
Only after noticing that Dylan had been waiting quietly for a while did he clear his throat, put away his smile, sit up straight, and become serious.

"Ahem, alright, stop fooling around, there's still a child here."

He turned to Dylan and slowly said, "My personal suggestion is that you take advantage of the remaining vacation time and study contract magic at home."

"It would be best to find some relevant ancient books or spell manuals, and focus on the conditions for establishing a magic contract and its scope of effect."

“Contract magic?” Dylan was taken aback. “Professor, what do you want me to research this for? I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

He certainly had some knowledge of contract magic.

But what does Old Deng mean by this?
"Just remember this for now, you'll need it later."

Dumbledore didn't explain much, he just waved his hand.

"I have a lot of important things to deal with in the coming period, so I will be quite busy. The search for other Horcruxes will have to be put on hold for the time being."

As he spoke, he extended his wand and gently tapped the nearly empty glass of butterbeer in front of him. The liquid in the glass instantly and slowly rose, refilling the glass.

“Professor, I don’t think you can use the Continuation Charm here,” Dylan reminded him.

He also glanced at the bar.

Aberforth was looking this way.

"As you know, all bars prohibit the use of this kind of magic in the establishment."

Dumbledore laughed like a child who had just pulled off a prank, lowering his voice even further: "Heh heh, as long as Aberforth didn't see it with his own eyes, it doesn't count as me using magic, does it?"

He winked at Dylan, then picked up his glass and took a sip.

They probably felt the butterbeer wasn't sweet enough.

Dumbledore then pulled an oiled paper packet from the large pocket of his wizard's robe.

Inside, there were several brown piles of cockroaches.

He picked up two pieces and put them in his mouth, chewing slowly with a satisfied expression on his face, as if he were savoring some delicacy.

After swallowing the pile of cockroaches in his mouth, he spoke again, his tone serious: "Alright, let's get down to business."

“I submitted an application to the Ministry of Magic yesterday, requesting that Wizengamo accept you as a representative of young wizards.”

"The day after tomorrow morning, you need to go to the Tenth Trial Chamber. Wisengamour will hold a special meeting to review your qualifications for this position."

Dylan subconsciously raised his hand and picked at his ear with his fingertips, his eyes showing some surprise, as if he doubted that he had heard correctly.

"What did you just say? The young wizards of Wizengamo? Is that the Wizengamo I'm referring to?"

He didn't quite understand how he had gotten involved with the Supreme Court, which consisted of the most senior wizards in the magical world.
Not to mention, Old Deng actually wanted him to become a member representing young wizards?
Has Old Deng gone mad?
Seeing his shocked expression, Dumbledore nodded gently, his tone very certain: "Of course it's that Wizengamot."

"Moreover, I believe you are fully qualified for this position. You are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in the wizarding world in nearly a hundred years. That alone is enough for many wizards to recognize your abilities."

Dylan tilted his head.

"When did I receive the Order of Merlin? How come I didn't know?"

Old Deng smiled slyly: "In your first year, you took action against the troll and saved your companion's life. Your talent is outstanding, and you are kind and generous. You helped us capture Peter Pettigrew. You were not afraid of Voldemort's Horcruxes and were even able to destroy them. So from today onwards, you are the recipient of the Order of Merlin."

He paused, then added, "In my application, I also mentioned that you participated in the destruction of dark magic artifacts left behind by Voldemort, which are all real achievements."

At this point, Dumbledore picked up his butterbeer and took a sip: "Although Minister Fudge vehemently denied the possibility of Voldemort's return and tried to suppress the news."

"But the riots following the Quidditch World Cup final, after being continuously reported by the Daily Prophet, have spread throughout the wizarding world. Although the newspapers did not explicitly state the meaning of the Dark Mark, wizards are not stupid, and everyone knows what it represents."

He pointed to the Daily Prophet posted at the bar entrance.

The headline was still about the aftermath of the riots.

"Right now, there is a strong sentiment in the wizarding world against black magic and against black wizards. Everyone hopes that someone will dare to stand up and fight against the forces of darkness."

"Although I didn't explicitly say in my application that you destroyed Horcruxes, as long as I mention that you fought against the dark magical artifacts left behind by Voldemort, those in the Ministry of Magic who truly care about the safety of the wizarding world will fully support you in becoming a role model for young people against the dark magic."

"After all, a young, capable representative with real achievements is more inspiring than those old fogies who only talk big."

"Of course, I highly recommend you. Some people may not be familiar with you, but I will make them familiar with you soon."

Dylan's lips twitched as he heard this.

Are you sure there are some people I don't know?

I doubt anyone would even recognize a little wizard like me, right?

What does it mean that Old Deng suddenly wants to push him out?
He was quite confused when the other party suddenly asked him to come and help find the Horcrux.

Now they want to give him a whole bunch of titles?
Please, he's Karthus!
"Haha, after I raised this matter with the Ministry of Magic, a wizard who had just been promoted from Auror praised you highly. You happen to know this person."

Old Deng winked at Dylan, "You used to go to his father's ice cream shop all the time to mooch ice cream."

Dylan also realized who this person was.

Florin's daughter, Vera.

She got promoted so easily?

Dylan did not react to this.

Or rather, he didn't react in any particular way to what Old Deng said.

Whatever Old Deng wants to do, it has little to do with him.

Is it possible for someone to step forward and identify him as Karthus?
He knew that he probably used dark magic more frequently than anyone else in the wizarding world except for those who were dedicated dark wizards.

He found it rather amusing that he was being recommended as a "benchmark against dark magic".

Moreover, on second thought, becoming a representative of young wizards would allow him to participate more directly in the fight against Voldemort.

The convenience of it made it impossible for him to refuse.

Wasn't it because Old Man Dumbledore somehow got wind of this and acted prematurely, which allowed him to obtain the Slytherin locket?
So he immediately suppressed his unease and agreed firmly, "Okay, I will be prepared and attend the review on time."

Dylan said goodbye to Old Deng.

back home.

This time, his parents finally came back.

Dylan didn't think about anything else and spent the whole day with them.

I also got some health-boosting potions and gave them a little bit every now and then.

It's not too early for summer vacation to end now.

Dylan did not claim the achievement reward immediately.

He hasn't decided yet whether to accept Slytherin directly into his world.

Let's wait and see. Time flies.

Before we knew it, it was the last day of summer vacation.

Dylan opened the wardrobe and took out a dress that had been custom-made from the Transcendental Clothing Store.

The black velvet fabric feels soft and smooth to the touch.

The collar and cuffs are embroidered with fine silver thread patterns, and a matching silk belt cinches the waist.

He put on his tuxedo, straightened his collar in front of the mirror, and the black fabric made his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes even more distinct. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and he exuded a calm and handsome temperament.

If anyone were to see him now, they would surely be compelled to praise him as a handsome young man.

In the already small world of British wizarding, Dylan's appearance and abilities combined make him arguably "a handsome and outstanding young man in the surrounding area."

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most handsome man in the world?"

Dylan deliberately stood in front of the mirror, striking an exaggerated pose to admire himself.

"Of course, it's Lord Dylan!"

He looked around, smiled, turned and picked up the wand that was on the table, preparing to head to the Ministry of Magic.

This time, he specifically chose to use Floo Powder through the fireplace to get there.

His previous experience made him never want to go through it again.

It must be said that the invention of Floo Powder was a major innovation in the history of wizarding civilization.

It uses the fireplace to create a passage across space, greatly shortening the distance between wizards.

This makes the already small wizarding world even more interconnected.

It has made daily travel and emergency handling so much more convenient.

Dylan walked into the fireplace, sprinkled Floo powder, and gave the address.

After a moment of dizziness, they arrived safely at the fireplace hall of the Ministry of Magic.

He stepped out of the fireplace, and although he wasn't covered in any dust, he habitually raised his wand and cast a cleansing spell on himself.

As a prospective young wizard representative of Wizengamo, maintaining a neat and elegant demeanor at all times is the most basic requirement.

Dylan left the fireplace hall and took the magic elevator to the ninth basement level.

The elevator descended slowly, and each time it passed a floor, an indicator light would flash once, accompanied by a soft "ding-dong" sound.

After arriving at your destination.

He stepped out of the elevator and subconsciously glanced at the Department of Mysteries at the end of the corridor.

The gates there were tightly shut.

Two Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, dressed in dark uniforms, stood guard at the door, their expressions serious, even their breathing was very soft.

The entire ninth underground level was eerily quiet; even the sound of air moving could be clearly heard. This tranquility was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The clock at the end of the corridor ticked away, each tick like a blow to the heart.

Dylan took a deep breath and stepped into the tenth courtroom with his left foot.

The courtroom was already full of people.

The circular seating area was densely packed with figures dressed in wizard robes.

As soon as Dylan walked in, all eyes turned to him, filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of inquiry.

Actually, Dylan's first public appearance was when he came back to testify for Sirius Black.

Dylan didn't know exactly how Old Man Dumbledore introduced him to the people at the Ministry of Magic.

However, judging from these people's current reactions to him, Dylan thinks that Old Deng probably wants to do something.

Perhaps they need a young and trustworthy wizard to cooperate with, or perhaps they want to cultivate a successor?
Don't be ridiculous. Even if Old Dumbledore were to die on the spot, his successor should be Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape.

Dylan quickly scanned the crowd and soon spotted Moody.

He sat near the front row, his prosthetic eye constantly moving, clearly observing everyone present.

As a highly experienced Auror and a symbolic figure in the fight against dark wizards, it is indeed reasonable for Moody to become a member of Wizengamor.

Many female wizards saw Dylan in his custom-made suit, looking young but with an upright posture, and their eyes flashed with admiration. They even nodded subconsciously.

Clearly, his handsome and composed appearance made them feel that he was indeed capable of fulfilling the role of representative of young wizards.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet."

Minister of Magic Fudge stood up, holding a document in his hand, his tone clearly reluctant, even his brows furrowed.

"The issue we are voting on today is whether to agree to let Dylan Hawkwood become the representative of the young wizards of Wizengamo and officially join our ranks."

He refused to believe that Voldemort might return.

They even vehemently denied the existence of any dark magic items left behind by the other party in the wizarding world.

Naturally, they had no interest in this young representative who was recommended for "fighting against the remnants of Voldemort's forces."

"Next, let Dylan Hawkwood's recommender—Albus Percival, Woolfrick, Brian Dumbledore—explain his reasons for recommending him."

After Fudge finished speaking, the courtroom fell silent.

Dumbledore immediately stood up with a smile, and a round of enthusiastic applause broke out around him.

As the most respected wizard in the magical world, his prestige is beyond question.

Dumbledore waved slightly to the wizards around him.

He then turned around and shook hands with Fudge symbolically.

Finally, he looked at Dylan with encouraging eyes and nodded slightly.

He walked to the podium in the center of the courtroom, cleared his throat, and spoke in a powerful and resonant voice, carrying a natural persuasiveness that echoed throughout the entire courtroom.

"Thank you everyone. I am very honored to be Dylan Hawkwood's recommender."

"First of all, I want to clarify that Dylan is currently studying at Gryffindor House at Hogwarts. My recommendation of him as the representative of young wizards in Wizengamo is absolutely not out of personal bias, but a fair judgment based on his abilities and achievements."

Dumbledore paused, then continued, "As everyone knows, becoming a young wizard representative of Wizengamo requires meeting a series of conditions, one of which is being able to skillfully cast the Patronus Charm."

“Dylan not only can do it, but his guardian spirit is also a magical being, which is extremely rare among young wizards.”

At this point, he suddenly looked at Dylan, his eyes filled with a smile, and said in a lighthearted tone, "But unfortunately, Dylan, you and I seem to have no way of learning Animagus Transfiguration."

(End of this chapter)