Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

“Let’s go to the house of an uncle and aunt I know,” Wood suggested. “Their house is nearby, not far from the amusement park, closer than the hotel. It will save a lot of time and we can start preparing sooner.”

"A girl you know?" Dylan raised an eyebrow, making Wood's cheeks turn red. After a moment's thought, he nodded. "Let's do it your way. Going to the house of that girl's uncle and aunt would be safer."

The group quickly headed towards the theater exit, avoiding curious Muggle viewers and staff along the way. With a soft "pop," they disappeared from the amusement park and reappeared in a quiet alley. The walls on both sides of the alley were covered with lush green ivy, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of bread and coffee—the relaxed atmosphere unique to Parisian residential areas. After leaving the alley and crossing a road with slow traffic, a six-story Haussmann-style building came into view. The architectural style of this residential area was highly uniform, with clean and tidy beige-grey stone facades, black wrought iron railings on balconies arranged in a staggered pattern, and tall French windows embedded in the walls, with delicate relief lines decorating the edges of the window frames, exuding elegance and solemnity.

Dylan, carrying a lump of coal, entered the building and slowly ascended in an old-fashioned cage-like elevator. The elevator's interior featured dark red wooden floors and metal frames covered in the patina of time, creaking softly as it operated, as if telling the story of the building's history. Upon reaching the third floor, Wood suddenly paused, "Merlin's beard! I almost forgot something important! You haven't graduated yet. According to the Ministry of Magic's regulations, you can't cast spells outside of school, right?"

“Alright!” He immediately patted his chest, taking the initiative to assume responsibility. “If the people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement come knocking on your door later, just insist that I was the one who cast all the spells! I remember there seems to be a loophole in the relevant laws. Leave the rest of the explanation to me, and I will definitely not let you get into any trouble!”

“It’s alright, Wood, don’t worry.” Dylan waved his hand gently and explained calmly, “Headmaster Dumbledore, in his capacity as ‘President of the International Wizarding Federation,’ granted me a special off-campus spellcasting license, which allows me to legally use magic to handle emergencies in any country.”

"What? The headmaster actually... uh, I mean, that's good! Thank you so much, Headmaster Dumbledore!" Wood breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally settling down. He knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a very pretty girl.

"Wood? You guys got here so quickly? Didn't you just text me? Oh, come on in, don't just stand at the door."

The girl looked at Wood with a kind gaze. As they entered the house, a warm and comfortable atmosphere enveloped them. It was clear that the family was quite well-off—the floor was covered with fine herringbone parquet solid wood flooring, which made a soft "thump-thump" sound when stepped on. In the center of the living room was a set of beige fabric sofas, with an exquisite solid wood coffee table next to them. Modern appliances such as a television, VCR, and stereo were all available, showcasing a high quality of life.

However, in order to draw the magic circle, all the furniture and appliances were carefully moved to a position against the wall, and the Persian carpet in the center of the living room was also turned aside, revealing the clean floor. On the floor, Dylan used clean white table salt to draw a complex circular magic circle with smooth and neat lines, and a few simple runes were inlaid in the middle.

Lillian, the girl Wood knew, quickly walked to Dylan's side. When Dylan released the person and saw who they had brought, she was first stunned, then her face filled with worry and anxiety: "Harker! It's you!!!"

"Huh? You know him?" Wood was also taken aback.

“This is my brother!” Lillian exclaimed.

"What???" Wood was shocked again. "What a coincidence? I've never seen him before."

“That’s because he’s been abroad and only recently returned. Is there anything I can help with now? Whether it’s preparing materials or assisting, I can do it.” She actually had many questions swirling in her mind. This seemingly simple magic circle on the ground was actually drawn with readily available table salt. Could casting high-level magic really be so simple? Could those complex rituals really only require these basic materials? But seeing Wood’s confident demeanor towards Dylan, she understood that Dylan’s magical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.

Wood has always been someone who admires the strong but is not good at bowing down.

The person who can make him bow down must be extraordinary.

Therefore, she tried her best to restrain herself from asking questions, for fear of disturbing the ceremony that followed.

“Don’t worry, Dylan’s here, everything will be fine,” Wood said.

“Hmm,” Lillian said, sounding a little flustered.

Dylan waved his wand, and his pockets seemed to transform into a bottomless warehouse, from which magical materials of all shapes and sizes flew out in an endless stream—crystal shards, shimmering silver powder, dried lavender and sage, scaly snakeskin fragments, and a small bottle of dark red liquid. In mid-air, it was as if many invisible hands appeared, skillfully processing these materials. Crystal shards were precisely cut into uniform pieces, herbs were crushed into fine powder, and snakeskin fragments were torn into tiny pieces. The entire process was methodical, as if it had been practiced hundreds of times.

Then, Dylan pointed his wand at the magic circle, and the prepared magical materials immediately followed the wand's trajectory, as if drawn by an invisible force, and fell precisely into the corresponding positions on the magic circle. Crystal shards were inlaid into the rune nodes, silver powder was sprinkled on the edge of the magic circle, herbal powder was piled around the eye of the circle, and snakeskin fragments and blood medium were placed in front of the statue.

Seeing Dylan's calm and composed demeanor, Lillian's panic gradually subsided. She felt that she had probably been infected by Wood and had begun to sincerely agree with what Wood had said earlier—as long as Dylan was here, she could completely relax and that Harker would definitely be alright.

Dylan put down his wand and turned to Wood and Lillian, saying, "Once the magic circle is activated, it will generate powerful magical fluctuations. If you get too close, you can easily be affected by the magical energy, and you may even become part of the ritual magic, causing unpredictable dangers."

As he spoke, he waved to Wood and Lillian: "Wood, Miss Lillian, we both need to step back a bit, just back to the kitchen. It's far enough away from the magic circle that we can observe the ritual while ensuring our own safety."

This is probably the benefit of a spacious living room. If it were a narrow space, they would probably have to leave the room temporarily and wait outside for the ceremony to end.

Wood and Lillian held their breath, their eyes fixed on the magic circle in the center of the living room, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation. While waiting for the ritual magic to take effect, they whispered to each other at the kitchen door, finally managing to explain everything.

Lillian's hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles turning white. To distract herself and ease her anxiety, she glanced absently at the magic circle in the center of the living room and asked Wood, "Oliver, is this how all wizards cast spells?"

"It's... even more exaggerated than in the movies, stuffing all sorts of strange materials into your pocket, without having to cut or grind them yourself, just waving your wand and they'll take care of everything themselves, and even fly precisely to where they're supposed to go?" "Uh..." Wood opened his mouth, wanting to tell her directly "it's not like that," but looking at Lillian's expectant eyes, he felt that saying "no" at this juncture seemed inappropriate and would only increase her anxiety.

From the very first Potions class, he had naively thought that since the magical world already had "automatic stirring cauldrons," it would be perfectly logical and natural for "fully automatic cauldrons" to appear in the future, capable of automatically processing materials and mixing potions. However, even after graduating from Hogwarts and realizing his dream of joining a professional Quidditch team, he still hadn't seen the "fully automatic cauldron" he longed for. In Potions class, he still had to manually cut the materials himself, and the powders had to be weighed precisely without the slightest deviation; the slightest mistake would result in criticism from the professor.

Dylan's ability to control everything with just his wand is truly an exceptional case. If any other student dared to handle materials so freely in Potions class, especially in Professor Snape's class—Wood didn't even dare to think further, because just imagining the scene made him almost hear Professor Snape's cold and sarcastic voice: "Gryffindor, deduct ten points! For your laziness and disrespect for magic!"

Just as Wood was fretting over these issues and unsure how to explain them to Lillian, the magic circle in the center of the living room suddenly activated, much to his "understanding." The magical materials that had been quietly placed around the circle began to melt and liquefy at an incredible speed, like candles being lit. Crystal shards turned into a shimmering liquid, silver powder melted into a glittering silver stream, herbal powder became a dark green slurry, and even the bottle of dark red blood medium was incorporated into it, forming a strange red thread. All the liquefied materials flowed slowly along the lines of the magic circle, eventually merging with the circle itself.

As the materials were incorporated, the color of the magic circle began to change, gradually transforming from pure white to a pale grayish-yellow. Then, the color deepened, as if it had been soaked in ink, transitioning towards dark brown and dark purple. The moment the materials were completely incorporated into the magic circle, the glass statue located at the center of the circle disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Haker's body lay limply on the floor, his eyes closed, his face pale, as if he had lost consciousness and was motionless. As the color of the magic circle continued to deepen, similar fine marks gradually appeared on Haker's exposed skin. Those marks were like a large swarm of live leeches, rapidly swimming and spreading on his arms, neck, and cheeks, densely packed, making one's scalp tingle.

Lillian's expression grew even more uneasy. She instinctively raised her hands and covered her mouth tightly, trying her best not to make any noise, for fear of disturbing the progress of the magic and endangering Harker. Wood also held his breath, clenched his fists tightly, his palms sweating, his eyes fixed on Harker's figure, silently praying that the magic would proceed smoothly.

When the magic circle turned completely dark black, like an endless night, the leech-like marks on Hakel's body became extremely agitated, moving faster and faster, even colliding and merging with each other, showing signs of breaking through the skin's restraints.

Dylan took a step forward, aimed his wand at the magic circle, and gently flicked it upwards. A miraculous thing happened—the restless "leeches" on Harker's body, as if summoned by an invisible force, broke free from their skin's constraints, transforming into tiny black streaks of light. Following the trajectory of the wand's movement, they converged towards the magic circle in mid-air. The magic circle had now transformed into a massive black energy net, slowly unfolding in the air, firmly enveloping the clumps of leech-like black magical creatures, preventing any possibility of escape. Furthermore, the black energy net continuously contracted and tightened, causing the black magical creatures to struggle and writhe wildly within it, emitting faint yet sharp hisses, as if resisting being stripped away and imprisoned.

Dylan's gaze was focused, his wand steadily controlling the energy net. He could clearly sense that although these dark magic creatures were fragile, the negative energy they contained was exceptionally powerful, which piqued his interest. For a moment, only the hissing of the dark magic creatures and the buzzing of magical energy filled the living room. The atmosphere was extremely tense. Lillian stared intently at the energy net in mid-air, tears welling up in her eyes. She was both expectant and afraid, hoping that her brother could be freed from his torment soon, yet also afraid that the ritual might go wrong and put him in an even more dangerous situation. Wood also dared not breathe. Although he did not understand the specific magical principles, he could also feel the danger of this ritual and could only silently cheer for Dylan in his heart.

Dylan smiled slightly, took out a specially made glass bottle from his pocket, and simply raised his wand, gently beckoning it to the black energy net in mid-air. The leech-like black magic creatures that were wrapped in the net and were still struggling frantically seemed to be strongly attracted and crashed straight into the "black magic creature container". The stopper automatically popped up and firmly sealed the bottle opening. The black magic creatures struggled futilely in the bottle for a few moments, and finally could only curl up at the bottom of the bottle, turning into a cloud of black mist and temporarily quieting down.

This is one of the little things he researched.

Collecting dark magic creatures is very useful.

In fact, these parasitic dark magic creatures are essentially products of negative emotions, which can be seen as the embodiment of the negative energy of the soul. This gives us more options for creating "dark magic creature containers." We can either add a part of the creature's body and use familiar life energy to create a suitable environment, or add materials taken from other dark magic creatures. After all, the negative emotions of all dark magic creatures come from the same source, which can create the most ideal living environment for the target creature.

Dylan had put a lot of Dementor essence into this small bottle.

Seeing the dark magic creature successfully subdued, Lillian, whose nerves had been on edge, instinctively took a step forward, wanting to rush to her brother's side immediately. However, she forcefully restrained herself and pulled her foot back. Fearing that her rash action would ruin the completion of the ritual, she could only plead with Dylan in an extremely urgent tone, "Dylan, does this mean the magic is finished? Is Harkel... is he alright?"

Dylan gently tapped the container, and the alchemical runes on the bottle glowed faintly, confirming that the dark magic creature was completely sealed. He then nodded slowly and replied in a steady tone, "That's right, the stripping has been successfully completed. The dark magic creature has been successfully stripped and sealed, and will no longer cause him any harm."

After receiving Dylan's affirmative answer, Lillian finally showed a long-lost look of joy on her face. Unable to suppress her concern any longer, she quickly ran forward and carefully helped Hackle, who was lying on the ground, to his feet.

Oliver Wood followed closely behind, quickly stepping forward to lend a hand. He carefully lifted the unconscious Harker and gently placed him on the sofa against the wall. Harker looked extremely weak at that moment. His face was pale, almost transparent, his lips were bloodless, and his eye sockets were slightly sunken. He looked haggard and powerless, exuding the fatigue of long-term malnutrition, a stark contrast to his ferocious appearance when he was controlled by the dark magic creature.

“Even though Harker was being manipulated, he didn’t look this bad…” Lillian frowned, reaching out to gently stroke Harker’s forehead, feeling his slightly cool body temperature, her eyes filled with worry and confusion. “How could he have turned into this after only a short while? Did he suffer some kind of injury during the separation process?”

“Don’t worry, let me check,” Dylan reassured, gently waving his wand in a smooth circle.

“His vitality has not been lost, he is just temporarily overdrawn, and he will recover after a period of rest.” Dylan explained while pondering the diagnosis. “His soul has indeed suffered some minor damage, but this is normal—the dark magic creatures that parasitize his body feed on his negative emotions, which inevitably causes some erosion to his soul. This level of damage can be healed with magical treatment over a period of time.”

"Thank God." Lillian was almost in tears.

Wood, however, corrected her.

"Thanking them won't help; you should thank Dylan."

"Oh! I'm sorry, thank you so much, thank you so much."

Dylan glanced at Wood, this stereotypical straight man, then waved his hand dismissively: "It's nothing." (End of Chapter)