Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

The Forbidden Forest.

The night was deep and dark. Moonlight filtering through the leaves illuminated the figures of Dylan and the young witch.

Her loose, platinum-blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and her grey-silver eyes held a dreamy, distant look as she gazed back at Dylan. Dylan's fingers unconsciously fumbled with the fabric of his trousers. The girl tilted her head, the little decorations on her hair clip trembling with the movement.

For a long time, neither of them broke the silence. Only the occasional hoot of a distant owl rippled faintly through the stillness.

Dylan opened his mouth several times, unsure what to say.

It was the girl who finally broke the quiet. "Did a Flobberworm crawl into your mouth? Their mucus is supposed to make your hair grow thicker."

"...Thank you for that information, I know. And no, I didn't eat a Flobberworm, and I don't have any bugs in my mouth," Dylan's lip twitched.

Suddenly, Dylan noticed something around the girl's pale neck... a Butterbeer cork? She was wearing a bottle stopper as a necklace? Wait a minute, surely she wasn't...

"I'm Dylan Hawkwood. And you are?"

"Luna Lovegood."

Just as he suspected! Dylan hadn't expected to bump into Luna here, of all places, and in the middle of the night no less. That 'Loony' girl. As for that nickname, Dylan could only say – it was perfectly spot on! And this was just their first meeting. She'd already left him speechless three or four times! Even Professor Snape didn't manage that!

"Lovegood? Is your father the editor of *The Quibbler* magazine?"

Dylan's question finally brought a flicker of something other than dreaminess to Luna's expression. "You know my father?"

Dylan smiled slightly. "Of course. I've been keeping an eye on the magazine since it first appeared in the shops last year."

Luna's lips curved upwards just a little. "My father started the magazine to celebrate me coming to Hogwarts – he always says I contradict him, and actually, I rather do."

"Er..." Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Well, you're certainly... unique."

Luna smiled gently. "Since my mother died, Daddy gets rather gloomy. If it wasn't for me, he might have given up entirely. I can't let him sink like that."

Dylan paused, pursing his lips. He didn't have many memories of Luna from the books. In fact, he didn't even know the names of many important characters. If it weren't for the fact that after learning Divination, he'd foreseen many potential future events, he'd be completely in the dark about anyone less famous than, say, the Golden Trio. So, let alone Luna's parents – he had absolutely no recollection of them. Even Luna herself, he'd only seen glimpses of her in his prophecies, and she didn't seem to have a huge role.

"You don't need to feel like you've offended me. I'm not sad when people mention my mother's passing. She just went to another world, I'm quite sure of it." Seeing Dylan stay silent for a long moment, Luna thought he might be feeling awkward and offered reassurance preemptively.

However, Dylan hadn't quite caught up and just blinked. "Hm?" he said, looking up. "Offended? What offended?"

Luna paused, the slight smile on her lips freezing for an instant, but she quickly recovered. "No, nothing."

Dylan fully registered what she'd said. While he didn't think there was anything wrong with mentioning a deceased elder from someone's family – and he hadn't even *mentioned* anything, had he? – since she'd said it, he supposed he should offer a couple more words of comfort. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.

"You're right," Dylan said, a small smile returning. "Death is just the next great adventure – and the world of souls will guide your mother." He added, "So I'm sure your mother went exactly where you said she did, to another world, and is doing very well."

Luna stared at Dylan, utterly still. He blinked. "Is something wrong?" He touched his nose. "Is there something on my face?"

Luna snapped back to attention, shaking her head. "No, nothing. It's just... what you just said. It's lovely. I like it very much."

That sentence?

"You mean—"

"Yes, Death, but the next great adventure," Luna nodded. "Do you like studying philosophy too?"

Dylan tilted his head back slightly. "Erm... I just like reading, and I happen to pick up some philosophy books sometimes."

Luna's eyes lit up. "Oh, I love reading too! Have you read *The Magical Spectrum of Good and Evil*?"

Dylan nodded. "It's rather obscure, but as it happens, I did read it a while ago."

Luna looked at him intently. "Good and evil are hard to tell apart, and the lines aren't always clear. I hear a lot has happened at Hogwarts these past couple of years. I've noticed that some creatures who seem neutral can actually influence the direction of good and evil at critical moments."

Dylan nodded again. "That's a very insightful point. However... is now really the time to be discussing this?"

In the middle of the night. A young wizard and witch. In a dark, spooky forest. Discussing... good and evil? And philosophy? It felt a bit... off.

Luna nodded slightly. "You're right. I still need to see if I can find a Horned Snorkack."

"A Horned Snorkack?" Dylan raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking for one of those for?"

"My father's magazine needs a lot of unusual and strange information. It's hard for him to keep the quality up all by himself, so I look around in the school grounds and the forest. It helps me learn more too."

"Hmm, a sound plan," Dylan mused. And quite brave, or perhaps foolish, depending on your perspective. The Hogwarts Forbidden Forest. Just wandering in whenever she felt like it. Alright then.

"So, you're in your second year?"

"Yes."

"Right... Well, are you going to keep looking for the Horned Snorkack, then?" Dylan had only seen the concept of a Horned Snorkack mentioned in Luna's dad's magazine. He'd never heard of them anywhere else, nor seen one.

Luna's voice was floaty – just like she was. "Now that we've exchanged names, and talked for so long here... are we friends?"

Luna looked at Dylan, her silver-grey eyes calm. It was impossible for Dylan to tell if she was hopeful or feeling something else entirely. He wasn't about to stoop to Legilimency on a young girl's mind. But, his Legilimency couldn't pick up any distinct thoughts from Luna either. She seemed genuinely to just be asking him a simple question. That was all.

After a moment's thought, Dylan nodded. "Of course. The Forbidden Forest is huge, and we just happened to meet here. We share... a secret, of sorts. So yes, I'd say we're friends."

At that, a faint look of... happiness? appeared on Luna's face. "I'm very happy to be friends with you. I have a feeling we'll be very familiar in the future."

"Er—"

Having been left speechless by this young witch for what felt like the hundredth time, Dylan decided to take the initiative. "It's very late now. I have a feeling that if we don't get back soon, we might run into some danger."

"You're right," Luna agreed, her voice still airy. "When I came in, I saw a Dementor from a distance. It was very large – much bigger than any Dementor I saw on the train."

"Er..." Dylan was caught off guard again. He gave a dry chuckle and nodded. "Right then, shall we go?"

He turned and started walking back towards the castle. Luna quietly followed. It was the first time Dylan had ever walked back from the Forbidden Forest to Hogwarts.

They carefully avoided Filch and went their separate ways near their common rooms. Dylan simply dissolved into a shadow and returned to his dorm. A quick charm to clean himself, and he lay down in bed.

Thinking of the silver-haired girl, Dylan, who usually fell asleep the moment his eyes closed, found himself wide awake. Luna and Hermione were completely different people. In truth, you could almost call them twin stars, but they refracted light in entirely opposite spectrums. Hermione wouldn't believe in anything vague or spiritual, using rationality as her measuring stick for the world. But Luna wasn't like that. She was an innate talent, able to perceive everything through pure intuition. Luna was incredibly skilled at weaving intuition into living containers, allowing streams of spirituality to overflow the banks of reality.

Thinking about Luna's 'premonition,' Dylan attempted to predict his future with her. *'We'll be very familiar'?* Just how familiar could that be?

To his disappointment, however, he didn't 'see' any scenes involving Luna. Or rather, he only saw a vast, empty deep space. Dylan took this as a sign of a failed prophecy.

"Seems my Divination skills need refining," he mused. He didn't even have a decent prophecy artifact or a useful magical trait for it yet. "That needs to go on the to-do list. When I have time, I'll see if I can trigger an achievement related to prophecy." Dylan had actually tried before and unlocked a few achievements, but the rewards had been underwhelming, merely giving him minor boosts to his Divination talent score.

"Luna should have considerable talent in Divination too, but she apparently became a Magizoologist later on." Dylan thought back to the original story's plot, while also using Divination to glimpse fragments of future events. Even though he couldn't see his future with Luna, he could see pieces of what was supposed to happen along the timeline.

'Loony girl.'

Everyone called Luna 'Loony.' It was because her acute sensitivity to the 'spiritual dimension' made her seem detached from the usual coordinates of reality. Added to that, her words often drifted like clouds, casual and unpredictable, and she held unwavering belief in things others found absurd. That's why people called her 'Loony.' Most people thought Luna didn't fit in and didn't want to be close friends with her – because, honestly, they couldn't find anything to talk about together.

But in Dylan's eyes, Luna's talent could grant her benefits ordinary people couldn't even grasp. For example, her insight could pierce through appearances, always accurately grasping the essence of things in chaos. Or her ability to break through predicaments with seemingly eccentric logic – after all, she was a member of the wise Ravenclaw house.

"If I could cultivate both Cedric and Luna into my confidantes... when I leave school, many things I plan to do would be much easier."

Lost in thought, sleepiness gradually crept in. Dylan finally drifted into slumber.

The night slowly receded. The soft morning light filtered through the window, gently illuminating the dorm room. The light carried a hint of warmth, brushing across Dylan's brow and cheek.

He slowly opened his eyes. Dylan checked the time on the pocket watch on his bedside table.

"Another day I haven't had enough sleep," he sighed inwardly. Dylan wanted to sleep longer, but time wouldn't allow it. Resigned, he cast a quick Revitalising Charm on himself, followed by a charm to dispel fatigue. Two spells later, Dylan felt instantly refreshed and wide awake.

He quickly got out of bed and tidied himself up. He headed straight for the Owlery. He hadn't woken up particularly early, but it wasn't too late either. It was only just past six, nearly seven. He had plenty of time to get things done before lessons started.

Arriving at the Owlery, Dylan stepped inside. The first thing he saw was a young witch with platinum-blonde hair standing by a perch, adding grain to a Tawny Owl's food bowl. The morning light streamed through the wooden door and windows, falling diagonally onto Luna, making her silver-blonde hair shine even brighter. At first glance, she looked like an angel.

Dylan was surprised. He'd just seen her in the middle of the night, and here she was again. He had charms to refresh himself... but what about this silver-haired girl? Wasn't she tired? Getting up this early?

"You've come to feed the owls too?" Luna turned her head, her hair swaying gently in the breeze. "Good morning."

"Morning," Dylan nodded, shaking the bag of owl treats he held. He walked over. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Aren't you sleepy being up this early? In lessons?" Dylan remembered one time Ron suddenly got ambitious and tried to wake up and study at the same time as Dylan. He got up, alright, but he was so sleepy in lessons he could have used a bowl under his chin as a garlic crusher. Dylan had to cast a charm to dispel his fatigue, and even that didn't completely wake him up, though it helped him survive the day's classes.

Luna shook her head. "I don't need much sleep."

"Ah, well, fair enough," Dylan said, clicking his tongue and shrugging.

He came up beside Luna. As she fed the owls, he noticed she occasionally tossed a couple of pellets to a white owl nearby that was looking particularly eager and... perhaps a bit smug. Dylan took a look.

Hey! Wasn't that *his* owl?

Seeing its owner approach, the owl hooted a couple of times.

Luna looked surprised. "It knows you, so you're its owner?"

Dylan nodded, a slightly dark expression on his face. "Yes."

Luna tilted her head. "Since that's the case, I should tell you something."

Dylan looked over. "What is it?"

Luna gestured towards the Snowy Owl Dylan had raised. "Do you usually just feed her meat strips?"

Dylan blinked. "Yes, why?"

Luna pointed at some droppings near the owl. "See? They're a bit dry. Don't forget to give her some owl pellets too. They have a lot of nutrients she needs."

"Oh, is that right? Thanks, I'll remember that." He was usually too busy. While he did take the time to feed his Snowy Owl the special, high-quality meat strips he prepared, he hadn't paid attention to details like that.

"What's her name?" Luna asked.

Dylan paused again. He rubbed his nose. "Er... her name is Luna."

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