Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 316 Join Wizengamo and serve as the representative of young wizards!
"Yes, it's a real shame, but I think I might be able to become an Animagus later on," Dylan said calmly.

He didn't let anyone know that he could turn into a fire dragon.

However, Old Deng's words broke the solemn atmosphere of the courtroom.

The wizards present smiled knowingly, and even Fudge, who had been keeping a straight face, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

Once the laughter subsided, Dumbledore's expression turned serious again: "Years ago, when Dylan first entered Hogwarts, I discovered that he was a brave and intelligent young wizard."

"In his first year, he displayed extraordinary talent, single-handedly defeating a troll and rescuing his companions. Not long ago, Voldemort's forces reappeared, and I think we need to make some changes as well."

The moment the words "Voldemort" were uttered.

A buzz of discussion immediately filled the courtroom.

Most of the wizards present had experienced the First Wizarding War.

I still vividly remember the white terror that name brought.

What's more, Dumbledore directly called out that forbidden name, which made many people's expressions turn serious.

Dumbledore's voice continued to echo in the courtroom, his tone steady and powerful: "In their second year, Dylan and Minerva co-authored a paper entitled 'The Art of Transfiguration in Combat,' which was successfully published in Transfiguration Today, the most authoritative Transfiguration journal in the wizarding world."

"The magazine editor-in-chief specifically praised this paper in the foreword, saying it 'opened up a new path for the practical application of Transfiguration.' More importantly, this paper has now even been included in the compulsory course of Auror training. Through the techniques proposed in it, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have increased their practical efficiency in Transfiguration in the fight against dark wizards by at least 30%! It has made a real contribution to the fight against the forces of dark magic!"

Dylan blinked again.

When did he publish his paper?

But let's think about it a little.

Dylan recalled that when he was in his second year, he did discuss the practical application of Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.

Moreover, he did not receive Professor McGonagall's "Transfiguration Today" for a whole week.

Could it be that time?
Professor McGonagall compiled his discussions with the other party into a journal and published it.
Dylan paused.

But why didn't anyone around him mention this to him?
That's not right either, young wizards don't usually read these things.

Even if someone reads it, they probably won't come over and tell him in person.

As for Harry
Needless to say, none of his roommates liked reading.

Hermione, on the other hand, does enjoy reading newspapers. However, even if the other person knew that Dylan had published a paper, she would probably just sulk and blame herself for not being as powerful as Dylan.

This is what led to the fact that Dylan himself didn't even know he had published a paper in "Transformation Today".

Could it be that Professor McGonagall wanted to give him a surprise?
It's unbelievable. He's already graduated from third grade and still hasn't found out about this.

Dumbledore's azure eyes turned to the right of the circular chair.

A man with a thick head of blond hair and broad shoulders like a lion stood up and said in a loud and firm voice, "I can testify to this."

He was Rufus Scringer, the Auror's office director, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"Since incorporating this paper into our training system, our Aurors have been able to transform everyday objects into defensive tools more quickly when dealing with attacks from dark wizards. The success rate of capturing dark wizards in the second half of last year increased by nearly 40% compared to the same period in previous years. This is all thanks to Dylan's research results."

After Scrimgeour sat down, Dumbledore continued, "Not only that, Dylan recently succeeded in destroying a dark magic artifact left behind by Voldemort. It was something that could amplify negative emotions, and if left unchecked, it would definitely have very serious consequences."

"And in his third year, he even found the Ravenclaw tiara, which had been lost for nearly a thousand years, bringing the Ravenclaw heritage relic back to light!"

On the left side of the courtroom, several wizards sat up straight in their seats.

One of the bespectacled witches leaned forward and whispered to her companion, "So this is the child who found the crown!"

His companion nodded, his eyes filled with pride.

Several Ravenclaw wizards exchanged glances, their eyes showing a newfound genuine approval as they looked at Dylan.

"I think everyone should remember the trial of Sirius Black two months ago."

Dumbledore's tone suddenly turned serious.

"Dylan appeared as a key witness and not only presented evidence that Peter Pettigrew was a Death Eater, but also pointed out that Peter had been in the form of an Animagus, a brown-furred rat, lurking in the Weasleys' house for many years, passing messages under our noses."

He paused, then lightly tapped the podium with his fingertips. Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to carry a certain magic as it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"If it weren't for his discovery, there would still be a Death Eater among us serving Voldemort."

The moment those words were spoken, the courtroom fell silent.

Many wizards turned slightly pale, some gasped involuntarily, and their relaxed postures became tense.

The thought that Death Eaters had once lurked among them sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Dylan listened silently.

Actually, Little Star didn't really remind Harry much; he just saw it on the map himself.

How did it become Peter the Pettigrew, whom he discovered?

Forget it, they're just titles. In reality, it's all up to what Old Deng says.

"Okay, those are my reasons for recommending it."

Dumbledore bowed slightly. "Now, please vote on whether to approve Dylan Hawkwood joining Wizengamo as the representative of young wizards."

Dylan remained calm, his expression largely unchanged despite the stares of the others.

With Old Deng stepping in to put him in this position, there shouldn't be any major problems.

The only thing that remains unclear is Lucius's attitude.

He glanced at Lucius's location, but Lucius seemed to notice his gaze and immediately looked away, his fingers unconsciously stroking the ballot in front of him. His face was expressionless, with only a hint of coldness hidden in his eyes.

Moments later, staff began collecting ballots.

Dylan clearly saw Lucius check the "abstain" box on the ballot, then fold the ballot and hand it over.

Several pure-blood wizards who were on good terms with the Malfoy family hesitated upon seeing this, with some ultimately voting in support and others abstaining like Lucius.

Dylan didn't react much when he saw Lucius check the "abstain" box.

He was even somewhat surprised.

This guy doesn't object?

Have you forgotten how he insulted the other person in the bookstore?
The other party's behavior is really strange right now.

Because of Dylan's presence, the plot will definitely not follow the original step-by-step progression.

Now, all of the Horcruxes have fallen into Dylan's hands.

Will Voldemort appear ahead of schedule?

That's quite possible.

So... has Voldemort already started contacting Lucius?

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the other party's unusual behavior. Dylan remained calm, pondering the matter repeatedly in his mind.

According to his interpretation of the original work, Lucius should wait until Voldemort is fully resurrected and displays absolute power before returning to Voldemort's side.

Before this.

He will only adopt a wait-and-see attitude and will never easily express his opinion.

Dylan pondered to himself.

Since he came into this world, he has done a lot of things that have changed the course of the original story.

These changes may have disrupted the original timeline, causing some things to go beyond what was predicted.

But so what?

Dylan didn't care whether Voldemort was alive or not.

"Alright, let's start counting the votes now."

Fudge's voice interrupted Dylan's thoughts.

He gestured to the meeting recorder standing to the side.

A young wizard in a gray uniform and round-framed glasses began sorting through the collected ballots.

The young wizard quickly flipped through the ballots, calling out the numbers softly: "1, 2... 4, 5 votes in favor; 1... 6 votes against; 3 abstentions."

He checked it over and, after confirming that it was correct, looked up and nodded to Fudge.

Fudge cleared his throat, picked up the tally sheet, and his voice echoed in the courtroom: "A total of 54 Wizengamo members attended this meeting. According to the tally, 45 people voted for Dylan Hawkwood to serve as the representative of the young wizards, 6 people voted against it, and 3 people abstained. The number of people in favor has exceeded two-thirds of the total number, which is in accordance with the Wizengamo bylaws."

He paused, forced a formulaic smile, and although still reluctant, announced according to procedure: "I hereby declare that Dylan Hawkwood is officially the representative of the seventh Wizengamo Youth Wizarding Association!"

The words fell.

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted in the courtroom.

The applause was particularly loud for the Ravenclaw wizards and those who supported Dumbledore.

Fudge took a crimson silk robe from his assistant behind him.

The collar and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with gold patterns, and the emblem of Wizengamo was embroidered on the chest, with an exquisite silver badge next to it.

The letter "W" is engraved on it, representing the identity of a member of Wizengamo.

Fudge stepped forward and solemnly presented Dylan with his robe and badge, his tone stiff but still respectful: "On behalf of the British Ministry of Magic and Wizengamor, I extend my congratulations to you."

"These are the robes and badges exclusive to members of Wizengamo, as well as this contract of rights and responsibilities. You need to sign the contract to confirm your duties and obligations."

Dylan reached out and took the robe and badge. The moment his fingertips touched the silk robe, he could feel the delicate smoothness of the fabric.

He looked down at the silver "W" badge on his chest, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

There was both the joy of becoming a representative and the anxiety about the future situation.

Seeing this, Dumbledore, sitting in the audience, narrowed his eyes and smiled with satisfaction, his white beard twitching slightly.

Instead of clapping like the others, he gently patted the back of his left hand with his right, a unique way of congratulating Dylan, his eyes full of recognition and encouragement.

Moody, sitting next to Dumbledore, also smiled, his prosthetic eye darting around as he nodded at Dylan.

When Dylan returned home, he casually put away Wizengamot's crimson robe and silver "W" badge.

He walked to the desk, sat down, and picked up the silver contract paper bearing the seal of Wizengamo, still bearing the bloodstain he had pressed on it earlier; the contract had officially taken effect.

He read it carefully, word by word, and discovered that as a member of Wizengamo, he enjoyed quite a few privileges.

Not only can you apply for a reduction or exemption from some magical item transaction taxes, but when wearing the badge, you can also directly perform Apparition within the Ministry of Magic's territory without having to go through a designated fireplace.

When Dylan saw the option to Apparate at the Ministry of Magic, his eyes lit up.

This permission can greatly improve operational efficiency!
It's actually quite good.

Especially considering Lucius's unusual behavior during the day, he became even more certain that Voldemort had begun secretly contacting his old followers.

Contact them all, gather them together, and then let him catch them all in one fell swoop.

Dylan smiled.

Many people have now begun to worship the dark wizard again.

I wonder if Voldemort will be furious if he finds out about this.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.

Dylan went directly to the laboratory in the suitcase space.

Then they opened a wooden box.

The wooden box was engraved with anti-pry magic runes, and the inside was lined with black velvet, containing a transparent crystal glass bottle.

The bottle contained a jet-black heart, its surface covered with bulging blood vessels that pulsed at an irregular frequency.

My heart was pounding.

The bottle was filled with dense black magic, which rolled and crashed against the bottle wall like a living thing, so agitated that it seemed about to break free and explode at any moment.

This is the heart of the Obscurial, which Dylan smuggled from the Borginbock shop.

Dylan took the glass bottle to the window, letting the sunlight shine through the glass onto his heart.

The blood vessels gleamed with an eerie black light under the sunlight, clearly indicating that they had been tainted by the power of the silent forces for a long time. The essence of the entire heart had been completely changed, turning it into a "bomb" containing destructive power.

Dylan raised his wand and poured a wisp of his magic into the bottle.

The moment the magic touched his heart, his heartbeat became violent, the black magic surged even more fiercely, and a faint white frost appeared on the bottle's walls.

Dylan returned to his bedroom and glanced out the window; the clouds in the sky were growing thicker.

He decided to wait until nightfall before taking action, already planning to give Voldemort and his Death Eaters a surprise.

Night quickly enveloped the earth.

Tonight should have been a full moon night, but the full moon was completely obscured by layers of thick dark clouds, and not a single ray of moonlight could penetrate, plunging the world into darkness.

When the full moon is mentioned, Dylan can't help but think of Professor Lupin.

Since Borgin assigned him to work at the XY Potions Factory, Dylan has made a point of giving all employees an extra day of flexible leave each month, in addition to weekends.

Employees are free to choose their vacation time.

At this moment, Lupin will probably take advantage of the holiday to go out, and Dylan can't control him anyway.

(End of this chapter)