Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 131: Achievement: Enemy of Hogwarts!

"Why are you back?"

When Dylan returned to the dormitory, he was surprised to find Harry and Ron sitting blankly on their beds.

Dylan blinked, and a silencing charm enveloped the other side of the room, isolating Seamus and Neville.

Only then did he stride to his bedside, tap himself with his wand for a quick clean-up, and slowly sit down.

"Were you let out of detention? So early?"

Ron's eyes were glazed over. Hearing Dylan's words, he rolled his eyes like a dead fish. "Early? We just got back!"

Harry looked at Dylan and asked, "Where did you go? Were you in detention too?"

Ron looked over quickly.

Dylan shook his head gently. "No, I just had a duel with the professors."

"What—?!" Ron's eyes widened.

Fortunately, Dylan's silencing charm prevented them from disturbing Seamus and Neville.

Harry also looked at Dylan with some surprise. "Why would you duel the professors? What serious mistake did you make?"

Ron followed up, "I can't imagine what you did to actually force the professors to duel you?"

He looked Dylan up and down. "But I don't feel like anything happened to you."

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Did you think I should have been beaten black and blue by the professors?"

Ron said matter-of-factly, "Wasn't that supposed to happen?"

"..." The corner of Dylan's mouth twitched. "Maybe so. This duel was the professors' assessment of me from last semester."

"They assessed you separately?" Harry was taken aback.

"And what was the result? Don't tell me you defeated the professors!" Ron pressed.

"Of course not, it was just a draw—and the professors deliberately held back against me," Dylan shook his head.

However, even his answer still shocked the two of them.

"A draw???" Ron's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

"Unbelievable, you dueled the professors and ended up in a draw?" Harry's eyelashes fluttered rapidly.

"Yes," Dylan shrugged. "Stop blinking, be careful not to catch a sentimental cold."

He asked in return, "What about you? Was your detention this time, like Malfoy's, in the Forbidden Forest?"

Speaking of this, Ron immediately became dejected. "No, I originally thought we would be locked in the Forbidden Forest."

Harry also looked troubled. "Yeah, but after dinner, Professor McGonagall told me that Lockhart wanted me—you really don't know what I went through in the past few hours."

"Could it have been signing Lockhart's books?" Dylan said casually.

Harry's eyes widened. "How did you know?"

Dylan chuckled. "Really? That really fits my impression of Lockhart—even autographing is taking advantage of others."

Harry shook his head, trying to erase that painful and torturous memory from his mind.

"Not only did I have to help him sign, but I also had to reply to his fans' letters—isn't he afraid my handwriting is too ugly and will make his fans dislike him?"

Harry sighed. "And I had to listen to him recount his earth-shattering achievements—it was too painful, I never want to be in detention again."

Ron let out a breath. "Compared to that, I feel like I only need to polish the Hogwarts trophies, which doesn't seem too bad?"

He tried to raise his arm, but it was limp.

"—It's not that good either, I can't even feel my arm anymore!"

Dylan felt sympathy for their experiences, but only to a certain extent.

They had brazenly driven a magically modified car, privately owned by their father, into the school's Forbidden Forest, causing such a big mess. They weren't expelled only because they were the protagonists of destiny.

—How could they expel the savior from school so early?

Even if there were many reasons, their playing around and being late were also facts.

Being punished was just being punished, what else could be done?

Dylan took off his shoes, took out his pajamas that he had spent a hundred Galleons to modify, and prepared to go to bed.

But Harry's voice suddenly rang out again, "Speaking of which, I ran into something very strange while I was helping Lockhart sign!"

Ron turned his head. "What is it?"

"I heard a voice in his office, a very vicious, very uncomfortable voice."

Harry replied, "But I found that Lockhart seemed unable to hear that voice—he kept boasting about his magnificent past. I don't know if it was because he was too immersed in his own world that he didn't hear it."

Dylan lay down on the bed, while Harry turned to look at him. "What do you think about that voice?"

As soon as Dylan's body touched the bed, his eyelids felt heavy.

He didn't even have the mood to look at the achievement rewards he had obtained after fighting the professors, let alone respond to Harry's question—even though he did know what it was.

"With such a simple description from you, how could I have any opinion? Go to sleep quickly, I'm going to sleep too, good night."

Dylan closed his eyes, and before falling asleep, two things floated through his mind.

"It's really too busy, I haven't had time to try summoning a Patronus at all. Next time if I have extra lessons with Old Dumbledore or a professor, I can take the opportunity to ask them to guide me from the side."

"Also, I wonder if my Soul Devouring Whisper can use ordinary snake souls to make me a Parselmouth like Harry."

The voice Harry heard from Lockhart was clearly the Basilisk's voice, and the Basilisk and normal snakes were clearly not the same species.

So, if he used Soul Devouring Whisper to refine a snake soul—like a cobra—to master Parseltongue, he wondered if he could communicate with the Basilisk.

After all, human society has various languages and dialects, let alone Basilisks and ordinary snakes.

Thinking this way, Dylan had already fallen asleep.

Harry and Ron saw that Dylan's breathing had gradually become steady, and not daring to make too much noise, they changed their clothes, got into bed, and quickly fell asleep as well.

Until the next morning, Dylan unusually did not wake up early.

After all, he had really spent too much mental power and magic power in last night's duel. Even with various rewards, he needed to sleep well to replenish his energy.

It wasn't until after breakfast that Dylan leisurely went to the library to read.

He also took the opportunity to check the achievements he had lit up last night.

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[Achievement]: Enemy of Hogwarts (I)

[Description]: The evil you will eventually become the enemy of Hogwarts. See, a professor has attacked you!

[Lighting Requirement]: Professor McGonagall uses the power of the House to initiate a duel against you! [Achievement Reward]: Max Level Basic Spell +1 ——————

[Achievement]: Enemy of Hogwarts (II)

[Description]: You, the dark wizard, have angered the masses! The professors of Hogwarts are dueling you one after another! [Lighting Requirement]: Three professors initiate a duel against you! [Achievement Reward]: Trait—Quick Meditation! ——————

[Achievement]: Defeat a True Hogwarts Professor!

[Description]: You have grown to a terrifying level, even professors are no match for you! [Lighting Requirement]: Defeat a true professor (excluding the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor)! [Achievement Reward]: Spell Chain ×50 ——————

Apart from these three achievements, the other achievement rewards were all minor boosts that didn't really matter.

Such as Galleons +100, or Mental Power +1.

And these three relatively good achievement rewards, without exception, didn't give him any good descriptions.

However, Dylan was already used to this. Even if they described him as an utterly evil, ultimate dark wizard, as long as Dylan himself knew he wasn't, that was enough.

"A max-level basic spell?"

Dylan closed his eyes, his consciousness skillfully entering the chaotic world that resembled a vast universe, a not particularly bright star hanging overhead.

With a thought, the star fell.

Dylan opened his eyes again and saw himself holding his wand, with a noseless figure standing in front of him.

As he pointed his wand, a spell shot towards the figure.

The next moment, the person's originally gloomy expression vanished instantly, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turned upwards, revealing a bizarre and exaggerated smile.

However, the noseless face thus looked even more distorted, his cheeks puffed up high, and his eyes narrowed into curved slits.

His stiff body also began to sway gently, his head unconsciously摇摆ing left and right, his steps light and airy, and occasionally he would raise his hands, muttering incoherently, but with a pleasant humming sound.

"So eerie..." The corner of Dylan's mouth twitched.

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[Message]: Congratulations on obtaining the max-level spell—Cheering Charm!

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"Are you sure this spell is the Cheering Charm?"

Dylan had already returned to his senses, and the noseless figure had vanished before his eyes.

However, recalling the expression and movements of the person after being hit by the spell still made Dylan shudder.

"Maybe it's just that people without noses react that way to the spell."

Dylan made an excuse for himself.

Then he looked at the second achievement reward.

This was a trait, like the previously obtained Spell Chain ×10 and Pet Ability Domination, belonging to his personal trait abilities.

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[Quick Meditation]: Sit cross-legged and enter a meditative state. Your mental power will recover at a rate far exceeding that of ordinary people!

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After scanning the system panel's description.

In Dylan's view, the effect of this trait was only average, not particularly outstanding, but it did have some use.

At certain critical moments, this trait might even bring him some unexpected effects.

For example, after an intense battle, he could completely find a place to hide, use the Shadow Ring to conceal his figure, sit down on the ground, and directly begin meditating.

Supplemented with some potions.

Once his mental power recovered sufficiently.

He could go out and fight another three hundred rounds!

Overall, Dylan could accept it.

When he turned his gaze to the third achievement reward, a hint of joy couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Spell Chain ×50? Doesn't that mean I can instantly unleash fifty Avada Kedavras in a row?"

"The radius of Intent to Kill is only four meters, but if I unleash fifty Killing Curses in a row, I myself am a domain!"

Dylan had previously unlocked a trait for Spell Chain ×10.

Combined with the traits from his own spell refinement, Dylan found that, for example, the spell characteristic of Crucio, Unending Pain.

After Dylan's ten consecutive casts, if the target was ten people, Unending Pain could take effect on all ten of them!

And now that he had Spell Chain ×50, he could grab hold of fifty people at once!

Although he could achieve the effect of fifty consecutive casts by using Spell Chain ×10 multiple times—just like the hundred Sectumsempra spells he unleashed on Professor Snape last night.

That was the result of him casting Sectumsempra ten times in one breath and using the Spell Chain ×10 effect.

But this continuous casting method had a clear drawback, which was that after multiple uses, it would cause his mental power to be rapidly and significantly depleted.

And Spell Chain ×50 allowed him to cast fifty spells at once, not only reducing the casting time, but also allowing his mental power not to be excessively worn down and dissipated while achieving the same output effect.

This meant that with his limited mental power, he could use a trait one level higher than Spell Chain ×10 to cast the same number of spells while reducing consumption, thus maintaining more sustained combat power.

"I already have fifty consecutive casts, how far can one hundred be?"

Dylan planned to wait until night to get into his suitcase and experiment on those little darlings he was raising.

Being able to take down fifty little darlings at once could greatly increase the speed at which he killed living beings and completed his spell refinement tasks.

In the following time, Dylan became increasingly busy, almost constantly on the go.

Not only did he have classes to attend.

He also had to quickly read the contents of the forbidden books in his spare time, and he had to frequently return books to the library while borrowing new ones.

In addition, he also had to complete some progress on his spell refinement tasks every day.

After all, whether it was the Killing Curse or the Cruciatus Curse, including many other dark magic spells, all required him to reach a certain number of casts.

As his level increased, it would become more and more exaggerated!

At the same time, he also had to research whether he could concoct any potions that could sell well on the market based on the black flowers that grew from the Spell Filth Bloom.

Even if it couldn't be popularized, creating some special potions for his own use would also be good.

And regarding the Pet Space Suitcase, he would occasionally spend some Galleons to unlock more abilities while constantly modifying the space inside the suitcase.

This led to him having to frequently exchange letters with his parents, guiding them on how to proceed with the next step of their capital accumulation activities, while urging them not to indulge too much every day and to hurry up and make money for him.

And as if all these things weren't enough to give Dylan a headache, Hagrid kept bothering him during this time.

—Hagrid always wanted him to sneak into the Little Forbidden Forest late at night.

Dylan couldn't refuse every time.

He was worried that if Hagrid didn't see Norbert for a long time, he would cause some trouble.

He was really busy now and didn't have time to deal with how to explain to everyone if Norbert's identity was exposed.

So occasional appeasement was still necessary.

After all, by bringing Norbert and Coal together to meet Hagrid late at night in the Forbidden Forest, they could eat and take away a lot of Hagrid's good things.

This also somewhat alleviated Dylan's need to constantly hustle for food to satisfy Norbert's increasingly large appetite.

At most, Dylan would give Galleons to Hagrid and have Hagrid buy a large amount of food at once, ensuring enough for Norbert to eat for a period of time.

Then Dylan would occasionally take the time to go back and get the food, and also let Hagrid see the increasingly large baby dragon.

And every time Dylan went to the Forbidden Forest, he didn't just sneak around the small woods with Hagrid.

He didn't have much unicorn blood left, and he wanted to find the unicorn he had saved last time to ask for some more blood.

However, there had been no trace of it during this time.

This made Dylan more certain that the unicorn must have run away!

He didn't expect the unicorn to be such a untrustworthy fellow. Wasn't it just letting him take some blood?

He wouldn't have killed it!

"Too stingy."

But fortunately, the unicorn was gone, but he himself had not only a Shadow Fiend but also a dragon.

Recently, Dylan had taken a few strolls in the Forbidden Forest and also found some other magical creatures.

He didn't kill those magical creatures but brought them to his Pet Space Suitcase to raise them, collecting things from them little by little.

It had to be said that although the commercial activities in England were gradually developing, various transactions were often restricted.

Dylan didn't want to only conduct research on cockroaches, and the magical creatures he had managed to catch, Dylan wasn't willing to kill with a single curse—their reproductive ability wasn't as strong as cockroaches.

Killing them directly would be too wasteful.

But Dylan had recently only been able to conduct magical experiments on cockroaches or spiders, and even the black flowers that grew from the Spell Filth Bloom on them were too small, no longer able to meet Dylan's current needs.

He urgently needed large creatures that could replace cockroaches, preferably in sufficient numbers.

For this reason, Dylan had considered asking Hagrid to help him buy some, but this would attract unnecessary attention and trouble, and secondly, as mentioned earlier, the offline commercial transactions throughout England were too slow.

Not only in the Muggle world, but the wizarding world, despite having magic, was even worse!

First of all, the supply was hard to find, secondly, one had to be careful not to be at a disadvantage when buying and selling, and finally, even after buying the goods, just the delivery was a lot of trouble, dragging on and on.

Dylan was forced to consider whether he should spend a little more time to personally catch some Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.

—Anyway, there were plenty of those guys, and they reproduced quite well.

"Fortunately, Lockhart somehow got hold of some Cornish Pixies, not too few in number. I'll keep some to draw blood from, and the rest can be used as experimental subjects."

Since the Cornish Pixies weren't very strong, basically as Dylan's experimental subjects, they were like goblins and ghouls, only good for one-time use. After a series of research, it was game over, and they would eventually grow black flowers for him.

So Dylan really wanted to get a three-headed dog or a troll.

But these things were not easy to obtain.

"Sigh, if only I had a suitcase in my first year, I wouldn't have wasted such a perfect experimental subject like this."

Dylan sighed.

The troll from his first year had already been killed by him, and the three-headed dog was originally Hagrid's pet. Now that it didn't need to guard the Philosopher's Stone, Hagrid had taken it away.

He couldn't just ask Hagrid for his dog and then kill it.

Wouldn't Hagrid go crazy?

Thinking back and forth...

"Fortunately, this year there's an even more perfect Basilisk."

(End of chapter)

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