Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Dylan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping on the notebook, his eyes filled with a hint of caution.

"I think I understand what you mean."

"So far, we have only discovered some new materials suitable for making wands and figured out their basic properties, but if we want to explore further, we need to study new ideas and concepts for making wands."

He paused for a moment: "But those ideas are the result of their years of accumulation, and they are too different from our system."

“If we follow their line of thinking now, we may be limited and it will affect our own understanding of wand making.”

"Completely correct."

Ollivander nodded emphatically, his fingers tracing the edge of the notebook, his eyes full of agreement. "There have always been many controversies surrounding wand-making philosophies in different regions."

“For example, we emphasize ‘wand chooses wizard,’ while some regions emphasize ‘wizards control wands’—it’s not time to fully accept their ideas yet.”

He leaned forward slightly, his voice filled with anticipation: "Once we develop our own independent understanding of the new wand based on our own system, we can then communicate with wandmakers from other regions. Only then can we truly spark innovation and gain more insights!"

"If we let their thinking lead us astray now, it would be a waste of such a good candidate."

The voice just fell.

Ollivander pulled a dark purple velvet pouch from the inside pocket of his robe.

The fabric is smooth, with fine silver embroidery along the edges, indicating that it has been carefully preserved for a long time.

He gently unwrapped the cloth bag, revealing a walnut wand box with a simple vine pattern carved on its surface.

The moment the box was opened, a magic wand came into view.

The main body is a warm, ivory-white color with a delicate texture, and the natural grain of the wood can be faintly seen.

A purplish-brown material, resembling a thin strip of some kind of hardwood, was wrapped around the handle.

The staff is wrapped in a tight spiral, which not only increases the friction for gripping but also makes it look exceptionally exquisite.

“Elder and aspen?” Dylan raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the box, his gaze landing on the middle of the wand.

A faint silver thread could be seen flowing inside.

"Mr. Ollivander, did you use a tuft of non-existent spiritual silk as the core of your staff?"

"Where did this come from?"

Ollivander smiled but didn't say anything.

Dylan shrugged and quickly sorted out his thoughts: "You chose elderberry because you considered that non-existent spirit silk comes from non-existence and carries strong negative energy, while elderberry can neutralize this energy and prevent it from backfiring on the wizard."

"As for aspen wood, it's because of its light texture, which reduces resistance when transmitting magic and doesn't suppress the power of non-existent spiritual threads, right?"

“Your observation skills are still as sharp as ever.” Ollivander nodded with a smile, his fingers lightly touching the handle of the wand. “I did indeed make this wand using two different materials based on this principle.”

“My family has a piece of leather that has been passed down through generations.” A hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. “It’s the old leather that records the first Ollivander’s insights on crafting. I’ve finally digested the knowledge about ‘composite staff’ that’s in it recently.”

"This non-existent spiritual thread—its magical stability is even better than I imagined."

Ollivander gently pushed the wand box toward Dylan, raised his chin, and said with a hint of expectation, "Dylan, you can pick it up and press the tip of the wand against your temple."

Seeing Dylan reach out to take it, he added, "Then repeat after me, a runic mantra. Be careful to pronounce it steadily, don't use too much force."

"Hmm?" Dylan blinked, and the corresponding runic characters immediately appeared in his mind.

That symbol that looks like a "?".

He had seen it in ancient runic textbooks, and its core meaning was—spiritual power infusing the physical body.

He looked up at Ollivander, his eyes filled with a mixture of inquiry and certainty: "Mr. Ollivander, you drew inspiration from the characteristics of the Elder Wand, didn't you? You want to make this wand, by touching my memories, further align with my magical fluctuations, making it even more compatible with me?"

“That’s right! You’re absolutely right!” Ollivander’s eyes lit up instantly, his tone full of satisfaction, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out. “This is probably the greatest inspiration I got from the knowledge in that piece of heritage leather—the compatibility between a wand and a wizard is not just about the matching of materials and magic, but also requires a spiritual connection.”

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more candid: "Of course, it certainly can't compare to the Old Man's Wand; it has many limitations."

"For example, this ability to fit through memory can only work once, and then it will stabilize."

"Moreover, in order to trigger this ability, the wizard must have a certain foundation in mental magic, otherwise he will not be able to guide the memory to resonate with the wand."

"Dylan, you should try it!"

Dylan nodded solemnly and reached into the box to pick up the wand.

The moment my fingers touched the staff, I felt a perfectly warm sensation.

The spiral pattern on the handle conforms to the curve of the fingers, and the weight of the staff is just right.

Clearly, Ollivander specifically adjusted the design to fit his hand size, making it exceptionally comfortable to hold.

Following Ollivander's instructions, he gently pressed the tip of his wand against his temple, took a deep breath, composed himself, and recited the spell in a calm tone.

"Ah!" Hearing his clear incantation, Ollivander visibly relaxed and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. "I almost forgot to remind you that you must first adjust your mindset and get your mind in a peaceful state so that the wand can smoothly access your memories without causing confusion."

The incantation had just been cast.

Dylan felt a gentle power emanating from the tip of his wand, seeping into his mind through his temples.

This feeling was somewhat familiar, similar to the magical pull I felt when I submitted my name to the Goblet of Fire, but even more subtle.

What's even more special is that the memories associated with this wand are extremely pure, revolving solely around the various types of magic he has mastered.

From basic glow spells to complex silent summoning spells, and even more profound incantations, nothing else is mentioned, precisely avoiding irrelevant content.

Soon, he clearly felt that the resonance between the wand and his memories was complete.

To verify the effect, he raised his hand and waved his wand, casting a spell on the book not far away.

Without the slightest hesitation, the book seemed to be guided by an invisible force, steadily flying towards him.

He immediately changed his gesture, and the spell popped out. The book then returned to its original position along the same path. The spells flowed so smoothly that it was as if the wand had been with him for many years.

Dylan looked down at the wand in his hand and was surprised to find that its appearance had changed.

The originally dull white staff has now turned into a soft silver-white, and the wood grain on the surface has also been tinged with a light gold, as if countless fine gold threads are inlaid in it. It gleams with a delicate luster under the light, making it even more exquisite and dazzling than before.

He knew very well that he hadn't even had time to use his Magic Eye to sort out the magic circuits inside the wand, yet he had already achieved such a perfect match, which was enough to show the success of this memory resonance.

"How are you feeling?" Ollivander leaned forward, his eyes full of anticipation, his hands unconsciously clasped together.

This wand, which combines new materials and new concepts, is his proudest work recently, and he wants to know its actual effect more than anyone else.

Dylan waved his wand, feeling the subtle magical fluctuations emanating from its shaft, his voice filled with amazement.

"It's so smooth! Even without sorting out the internal magic circuits, I can clearly feel that it perfectly matches my magic."

"When I cast the spell just now, there was no hesitation at all. It was even smoother than my old wand that I've used for many years. The effect on the spell casting process was so obvious!"

He looked down at the wand, which gleamed with a silvery sheen, and smiled slightly. "This is absolutely a magnificent wand, Mr. Ollivander. You have created another masterpiece." "Ahahaha, don't say that. I'm a little embarrassed."

Ollivander smiled and waved his hand, his cheeks slightly flushed, clearly delighted by the praise, but he quickly composed himself and his tone became frank, "However, that's still not enough."

"This wand is made of non-existent spirit silk. The core is too special to be obtained in large quantities at present, so it is destined not to be popularized and can only be regarded as an experimental attempt."

He paused, then continued, "And its limitations don't stop there—because it can only resonate with a wizard once, it can only enhance the magic you already possess."

"If you learn a new spell later, you will need to use it for a long time to adapt it to the new magic mode. You can no longer quickly adapt to it in the same way as before."

Um.
Haha~

The sheer number of spells he has mastered is outrageous.

With that, Ollivander stood up, put the empty wand box back into the velvet bag, and carefully tied the knot.

He turned to look out the window. The setting sun hung in the sky, turning it a bright red. The light streamed through the glass into the classroom, casting long shadows on the floor.

"It's getting late, I should leave Hogwarts and get back to Diagon Alley before dark."

"Oh right! I almost forgot about this!" He suddenly slapped his forehead and pulled a large roll of parchment from the pocket on the other side of his robe.

The edges of the paper were slightly curled, obviously from frequent handling, and several quill pens of different colors were clipped to it for marking important points.

"These are my recent notes on composite staff shafts and special staff cores, which contain a lot of experimental data and ideas."

Ollivander handed the parchment to Dylan, his tone casual, “If you’re interested, you can flip through it from time to time. Your professors have been praising your abilities endlessly. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have wanted to come to you to experiment with new wands. Those old professors wouldn’t accept my ideas.”

Dylan took the parchment scroll with both hands, held it to his chest, and smiled slowly: "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander. I will not waste these valuable materials."

“Okay, then I’m relieved.” Ollivander nodded, then picked up Dylan’s notebook that had been on the table and carefully put it into his bag. “I will also study your notes carefully. Maybe I can find new inspiration in them. We can discuss it then.”

This Dylan, no wonder Dumbledore specifically asked him to take care of him.

In such a short time, they were able to proactively study the strengths demonstrated by other colleges.

And it has made such progress.

Really awesome!

After a brief farewell, Ollivander picked up his cloth bag and headed towards the classroom door. The setting sun cast a long shadow of him as he gradually disappeared into the end of the corridor.

Dylan stood there, holding the parchment and the new wand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

With this special wand and Ollivander's research notes, he became even more interested in magic.

Then another weekend afternoon arrived.

Sunlight shone through the clouds onto the grass of Hogwarts.

Cedric, Draco, and Harry followed Dylan along the winding path to a corner of the meadow.

A tall magical plant suddenly appeared before them, its thick trunk covered with dark brown veins, its branches as thick as an adult's arm, and its tips adorned with sharp thorns. It swayed gently in the breeze, yet exuded an intimidating aura that kept people at bay.

“So it’s the Whomping Willow.” Harry looked up at the plant, which seemed taller than the school building, his voice full of emotion.

When I last met Sirius in Hogsmeade, he specifically mentioned this tree.

Hidden beneath its roots is a secret passage; follow the passage and you will reach the Screaming Shack in Hogsmeade Village.

Harry also recalled the story Sirius had told him.

When Professor Lupin enrolled, he would use this secret passage to go to the Screaming Shack every time he transformed into a werewolf during the full moon, in order to avoid harming other students.

Later, James Potter, Sirius Black, and the others discovered this secret and specially learned Animagus transformations. Every full moon, they would transform into animals to keep Lupin company during the difficult nights in the Shrieking Shack.

It was precisely because of the noise they made in the shack that the villagers of Hogsmeade mistakenly believed that the place was haunted, and it became known as the most haunted place in all of England.

Cedric stared at the thick branches of the Whomping Willow and quickly guessed the purpose of their visit. He turned to Dylan and asked, "Dylan, are we going to train here?"

"Yes."

Dylan nodded and took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

It bears Professor Sprout's signature.

“I previously submitted an application to Professor Sprout, hoping to use the Whomping Willow as a sparring partner, and she has agreed.”

"However, the professor had another request. She said that this 'hitting willow' was her carefully nurtured 'little darling,' and hoped that we would be careful during training so as not to damage its branches."

“Little cutie?” Harry couldn’t help but repeat, his gaze once again falling on the Whomping Willow.

Those branches were as thick as hammerheads, and their forks were as sharp as whips; a slight swing could create a small crater in the ground.

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

If you were to get hit by a branch from this "little cutie," you'd probably be smashed into a meat patty, complete with holes.

He suddenly remembered that Hagrid used to call the dragon "cutie".

Suddenly, I realized that Professor Sprout's definition of "cute" was exactly the same as Hagrid's.

He can't afford such a treasure.

"Therefore, the focus of our training this time is reaction ability, dodging skills, and the practical application of the Ironclad Charm."

Dylan added, glancing at the group, "After all, the branches of the Man-Beating Willow have a fast attack speed and a wide range, which can perfectly simulate the attack pattern of a fire dragon."

“It is indeed very suitable.” Cedric looked thoughtfully at the Man-Beating Willow, his fingers tapping lightly on his palm. “When its branches swing at the same time, the coverage area is about the same as the wings and claws of a fire dragon. It can also train our ability to cope with attacks from multiple directions.”

Draco nodded in agreement, his eyes showing a hint of approval: "Moreover, its size is similar to the fire dragon we previously speculated about. Standing under it, you can directly feel the oppressive atmosphere, which is much better than simulating it in an empty classroom."

"So how exactly should we practice?" Harry was already getting impatient, his grip on his wand tightening unconsciously—ever since he learned that the first project might be a dragon, he had been looking forward to a real-world simulation opportunity.

“Let’s summon the flying broomstick first.” Dylan raised his wand, his tone steady. “I need to set up some protective charms around here to prevent accidental injury to others during training.”

As soon as he finished speaking, several flying brooms flew from the direction of the castle in the distance and landed steadily in the hands of Dylan, Harry, Cedric, and Draco.

Harry gripped his broom, the familiar wooden feel on his fingers intensifying his anticipation.

Riding a broom and dodging attacks around the Willow Tree will definitely help him adapt to the oppressive feeling brought by the fire dragon more quickly!

Dylan gripped the flying broom and raised his wand, pointing it in all directions.

Harry, Cedric, and Draco immediately felt a gentle magical energy spreading through the air, like a transparent film lightly covering the surrounding area.

Although I didn't see any changes, I vaguely felt that the scene before me seemed to have softened a bit.

Cedric immediately raised his wand, the tip trembling slightly, as if sensing the magical fluctuations in the air.

A moment later, he looked at Dylan, his tone certain: "Dylan, you just cast a Confusion Charm, didn't you? To conceal our training activities?" (End of Chapter)