Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 130: He Have Learned the Unforgivable Curses?

The candlelight at the edge of the platform suddenly flickered into a ghostly green. Professor Snape's long fingers rested on the bronze railing, and with a light step, his black robes billowed.

"Let me see your current progress."

His deep voice carried the unique iciness of a certain black-robed professor.

As he stepped onto the last step, a wand slid from the sleeve of his black robes, the candlelight slicing his gaunt face into stark contrasts of light and shadow.

"I will try my best to satisfy you—"

Dylan's voice had not yet faded.

His wand, however, suddenly jerked upwards.

"Sectumsempra!"

"Sectumsempra!"

Almost at the same instant.

Dylan made a sudden move, but Professor Snape also lightly raised his wand.

Two dazzlingly dark beams of light erupted, carrying sharp force, and collided with a resounding crash!

"Hmph, quite a few petty tricks."

Professor Snape snorted coldly.

Dylan, however, smiled slightly. "You wrong me, Professor. How could I have any petty tricks?"

Then, he stealthily glanced at his spell refinement characteristic for Sectumsempra.

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[Dark Blade Concealment]: When you use Sectumsempra, you can choose whether to conceal the traces!

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This was a new characteristic that Dylan had unlocked and completed during the summer while dealing with the third characteristic of Crucio, Pain Amplification.

Since it was only the first characteristic, the spell refinement task was not complicated. It simply required using Sectumsempra to slice open the stomachs of one hundred living creatures.

Thanks to those rather prolific little darlings, Dylan quickly completed it.

In fact, Dylan could have spent one hundred Galleons to beautify his wand with a transparent attack effect, which would have achieved the same result.

However, this characteristic could give his opponents a surprising advantage when he normally used his wand's attack effects.

After all, if every one of his attacks left no trace, the enemy would eventually become wary.

But if he was attacking normally and suddenly threw in a traceless one, it might catch the opponent off guard.

At that point, he could switch his wand effect to colorless and unleash a barrage of attacks, and who could withstand that?

"Swish swish swish!"

Just as Professor Snape, his face cold, opened his mouth to say something,

Suddenly, several whooshing sounds attacked him.

Professor Snape's eyes widened slightly.

"Protego!"

"Clang clang clang!"

Several sharp blades were blocked to Professor Snape's left and right, but his billowing black robes were slashed open with a large tear.

Professor Snape's face darkened instantly.

Dylan paused, then couldn't help but shrink his neck. "Professor, I'll send you a few more robes later."

"Sectumsempra!"

While speaking, Dylan's hands didn't stop at all.

"Finite Incantatem!"

Professor Snape's wrist flicked.

"Expelliarmus!"

Dylan attacked again.

Professor Snape reacted swiftly, launching a quick counter-attack without uttering any incantations, instead casting several spells nonverbally in succession.

He blocked Dylan's attack and retaliated towards Dylan.

"Multiple spellcasting, huh?"

Dylan felt the whistling magic approaching, dodged it, and simultaneously flicked his arm.

"Expelliarmus!" ×10!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—

"Sectumsempra!" ×10!

Swish swish swish swish swish—

A full twenty beams of magical light burst forth.

Among them, ten beams immediately vanished into the void after being fired.

Professor Snape was slightly stunned, his deep pupils contracted, his thin lips parted unconsciously, and a rare look of surprise flashed across his face.

Perhaps Dylan's shampoo and potions had run out.

—Professor Snape's hair had become somewhat greasy again.

—Or perhaps he simply refused to use the commercially available Potter shampoo and was unwilling to make his own hair-cleansing potions.

As Dylan's attack flew towards him, a few strands of his black hair were blown across his forehead.

"Finite Incantatem!"

"Impedimenta!"

Professor Snape cast spells in succession, blocking Dylan's magic and quickly firing a series of spells from his wand.

In the blink of an eye, the center of the platform was almost submerged in various spells.

However, Dylan possessed the characteristic of casting ten spells in a row. Even if he wasn't as skilled as Professor Snape in controlling certain spells, the number of spells both sides cast was actually similar.

Professor Snape could cast several spells simultaneously, and Dylan could cast one spell ten times simultaneously.

Eh, magic power was free, just keep throwing it out~!

"Bang!"

Spells surged, Dylan and Professor Snape clashed fiercely, and in the end, Dylan unleashed a full one hundred Sectumsempra spells in one breath, almost draining his mental power.

This also prevented Professor Snape from completely dispelling all the spells Dylan had cast for a moment. A swarm of invisible blades attacked wildly, slashing in front of Professor Snape, causing him to step abruptly off the platform with one foot, his shoe scraping the edge, almost being knocked off.

Professor Snape's face was cold, and with a wave of his wand, he instantly steadied himself.

Dylan also stopped attacking, his wand drooping in his hand, panting heavily.

Neither of them made another move.

"Are you insane? Do you have no regard for your life?" Professor Snape's icy voice rang out.

Dylan's head still felt a bit sore at the moment, and he couldn't quite speak. He could only stare blankly at Professor Snape.

Professor McGonagall also hurried over, her face serious. "How could you cast a hundred spells at once? How did you do that?—No, now is not the time to ask that. I mean, doing that will cause problems!"

Professor Snape took out a potion, waved his wand lightly, and the potion slowly floated to Dylan's eyes.

Without even letting him unscrew the cap, the potion itself rotated slightly, removing the stopper and flying to Dylan's lips.

Dylan only needed to open his mouth, and the bottle tilted slightly, pouring the potion into his mouth.

After drinking the restorative potion Professor Snape handed him, Dylan felt his nearly depleted mental power recover significantly.

Dylan gently shook his head.

"Hiss"

It still hurt a bit.

Professor McGonagall frowned, approaching with a concerned expression.

"This is just an assessment, our private assessment! You didn't need to completely exhaust your magic power. It will cause problems with your body!" she emphasized again.

Dylan let out a breath.

With the boost from several achievement rewards, his mental power and magic power quickly recovered.

When he had recovered almost completely, Dylan smiled at the professors. "Don't worry, Professor, I know my limits."

"Your sense of limits is as thin and weak as a slug's slime!" Professor Snape said coldly.

"..." Dylan scratched his head awkwardly.

He couldn't possibly tell them about the achievement rewards he had obtained, so he had to change the subject.

"Professor, it seems I won in the end?"

Professor Snape snorted softly, his face still carrying that look of disdain, and said unhappily, "Yes, on the basis of almost killing yourself, you did catch me off guard."

Dylan chuckled foolishly.

Looking at his appearance, Professor Snape really wanted to slap him on the head.

—No, I must endure. I am Snape!

After enduring again and again, Professor Snape's thin lips moved. "If luck hadn't been on your side, you would have been long since knocked unconscious on the ground by the backlash of magic power. Next time, no one will be able to save you, you idiot!"

Even when scolding, it was rare to hear him say so many words in one breath.

Professor McGonagall blinked.

Dylan didn't dare to say anything. He had to fully accept Professor Snape's "earnest teachings."

At the same time, Professor Snape's scolding paused for a moment, his tone seeming to soften slightly as he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"But you did win against me. Your performance in this dueling assessment was not bad."

At this moment, Dumbledore's voice rang out, "Using spells consecutively is indeed very dangerous. Each use of a spell must be ensured to be accurate, otherwise problems may arise."

Old Dumbledore also walked onto the platform, followed by Professor Flitwick.

"Professor McGonagall is right, your actions were very bold, but I also want to know, how did you manage to cast so many spells in succession just now?" Old Dumbledore's gaze fell on Dylan.

"That's a rapid-fire technique I developed—some small tricks. I tried to teach this technique to Harry and Ron, but in the end, they didn't seem to be able to use it."

Mentioning Harry, Professor Snape's face gradually darkened again. He glanced coldly at Dylan, a sneer twisting his lips.

"Instead of keeping such a technique to yourself, you want to teach it to those blockheads? Even if you carved the method on their foreheads, they still wouldn't be able to learn it!"

Dylan smiled awkwardly, unable to respond or refute.

Interrupted by Professor Snape, Old Dumbledore didn't seem to intend to continue questioning Dylan. Instead, he asked, "Are you feeling alright now?"

"I'm feeling better, thank you for your concern." Dylan had almost fully recovered by now thanks to the achievement rewards.

Professor Snape then looked over again. "Your research into Sectumsempra seems to have reached a new level."

During the duel, both sides were trying to use Legilimens on each other and were constantly maintaining the use of Occlumency.

It was just that Dylan had directly unleashed a hundred spells, almost depleting his mental power.

After the duel ended, Professor Snape did not take advantage of the situation to try and invade the young wizard's mind.

Old Dumbledore's gaze paused for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he praised, "Your mastery and research into spells have truly opened my eyes. It seems you possess an astonishing insight and ability to expand upon many areas of magic."

Professor McGonagall also nodded. "Dylan always has many novel ideas—although some of them are quite dangerous, they do allow him to explore some neglected areas."

"...You flatter me," Dylan said, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"I really enjoyed that duel! I believe that even if you were to participate in a dueling competition now, you would definitely be able to win the championship!"

Professor Flitwick stood beside Old Dumbledore, his tone excited but also regretful. "But you know, they won't allow underage wizards to participate in the competition—it would be quite embarrassing for them if a record were broken."

As Professor Flitwick spoke, he glanced at Snape.

Professor McGonagall said, "Your performance today was outstanding. I even think I don't need to give you after-class tutoring anymore."

"—That's still a bit necessary, Professor," Dylan interjected immediately.

Old Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes seeming a bit moist. "Oh, it's been so long since I've seen such a harmonious scene. To see a young wizard grow under our guidance—and be so upright—is truly heartwarming."

"In fact, if you wish, you can always come to me for extra lessons."

As Old Dumbledore's words fell, the other four all paused in their movements.

The three professors' gazes fell on Dumbledore, with a hint of surprise—Dylan was the same.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

"No, how could it be? I'm just an idle old man. Perhaps I occasionally look at some adult magazines—oh dear, should I not have said that in front of a child? Dylan, do you read magazines usually?"

Professor McGonagall looked helpless.

Dylan blinked and replied, "Yes, like Transfiguration Today. Professor McGonagall was kind enough to subscribe for me for a whole year—but next year I'll subscribe myself."

Professor McGonagall looked even more helpless. "Next year on your birthday, I will also..."

Before she could finish speaking, Dylan said with a grin, "Just kidding, Professor. I've already made a reservation at the bookstore. I'll give you a big gift for your birthday this year."

Professor McGonagall's eyes brightened slightly.

Professor Flitwick, recovering from his earlier excitement, cleared his throat. "Minerva, your birthday should be just a few days away from mine, right?"

He was clearly talking to Professor McGonagall, but his eyes kept glancing at Dylan.

Dylan smiled. "And you too, Professor Flitwick. I won't forget your birthday."

Since he had already received a gift this year and his birthday had long passed, Professor Snape snorted softly and said nothing.

Old Dumbledore then spoke, "It makes me very happy to see you all getting along so well, but—it's getting late now. Both teachers and students need to sleep."

Dylan and the other three professors nodded. After saying their goodbyes, the professors let Dylan leave first.

Dylan didn't know if Old Dumbledore wanted to talk to them about something or needed them to stay and restore the Great Hall.

In any case, it was indeed quite late. Almost four hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

It was almost two in the morning.

If Dylan hadn't cast a few spells to dispel weariness and if the duel hadn't been so emotionally charged, he would have already fallen asleep.

And after he left.

Dumbledore looked at the three professors.

"What are your thoughts on this little fellow?"

Professor Snape was the first to speak. "Didn't you already ask yesterday morning? Clearly, he couldn't have mastered the Unforgivable Curses."

Old Dumbledore nodded. "But Quirrell said he was ambushed in the Forbidden Forest, and that person could also cast spells in rapid succession."

"—Are you referring to casting Unforgivable Curses in rapid succession? Even if someone said fifty, casting even ten Unforgivable Curses in a row would be much more difficult than his Sectumsempra just now. You should understand how difficult the Unforgivable Curses are to learn."

Professor Snape glanced at Old Dumbledore, his tone blunt. "I really suspect your head has been squeezed by the Hogwarts stairs."

Dumbledore didn't get angry at all, but chuckled, "We're just discussing—and the boy is indeed very clever, isn't he?"

"Then where could he have learned the Unforgivable Curses?" Professor Snape asked directly.

This really stumped Old Dumbledore, who fell into silent contemplation.

"Yes, it's almost impossible for him to have learned them from anywhere."

Professor Snape snorted coldly. "Because of one of your suspicions, you actually made me and my student stay up this late—didn't you say you wouldn't show up?"

Dumbledore blinked.

Professor McGonagall interjected at the right moment, breaking the tense atmosphere between the two. "The Ministry of Magic has informed us that a new dark wizard has appeared—Albus, you should have received more information than us, right?"

Old Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Yes, the person who recklessly uses the Unforgivable Curses claims to be called Kalthas, known as the Fool."

He paused, his aged brow furrowing slightly. "What's strange is that this Fool, although he killed a dark wizard in the street and made the Aurors who went to capture him turn on each other, none of those Aurors ultimately died, only suffered some injuries."

"—Moreover, during the summer, the Ministry of Magic received several reports of someone robbing notorious dark wizards, and the methods were cruel, using the Unforgivable Curses right away."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "You mean the person robbing the dark wizards is that Kalthas?"

"That's just my thought."

Professor Flitwick said, "Is it possible that Kalthas was the one who attacked Quirrell and... the Dark Lord back then?"

Dumbledore fell silent. "You understand that Hogwarts has always had enchantments, which can do more than just restrict apparition."

The three professors were silent for a moment.

Yes, the enchantments on Hogwarts were not just as simple as preventing wizards from apparating within its grounds.

If someone was not allowed and infiltrated Hogwarts using dark magic, the enchantments would not remain indifferent.

Even Voldemort had to rely on possessing Quirrell to enter Hogwarts and lie dormant for so long.

—In fact, it was precisely because of the enchantments that most professors didn't suspect that a Dark Lord had infiltrated the school during the previous school year.

Professor Snape frowned. "Since that guy called Kalthas attacked Quirrell, they are clearly not in the same group."

Old Dumbledore nodded. "And the dark wizards who died in the secret passage have been identified by the Ministry of Magic as extremely vicious criminals."

Professor Flitwick muttered, "Those evil guys always like to engage in infighting."

Old Dumbledore sighed softly. "The sudden appearance of this person has already caused panic in the English wizarding world."

Professor Snape scoffed. "So what? The Ministry of Magic isn't useless. It's not our place to manage such things."

Professor McGonagall agreed. "Yes, and it's even more impossible for it to be related to a child in the slightest."

Professor Snape glared at Old Dumbledore. "Some people just overthink things and want to test everything!"

Dumbledore touched his little pointed hat. "Severus, saying that about me is very hurtful."

Professor Snape turned to leave, his black robes billowing in the air.

"Alright, I don't have time to play the emotional card with you here. I'm going back to sleep."

Professor Snape left, leaving only Old Dumbledore and the other two.

"I'm too old and can't stay up any longer. So, would you two please clean up here?" Old Dumbledore winked at Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

"...Alright, Headmaster."

(End of chapter)

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