Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 136 I became death

The pale moon hung high in the velvet night sky, a silvery-blue mist drifting through the woods.

The scent of decaying oak and moss, mingled with the damp chill of night dew, condensed into tiny droplets on Dylan's cloak.

The unicorn's snow-white mane gleamed in the moonlight, its long neck slightly lowered, its front hooves unconsciously crushing a pine cone – crack, crack, the sound of shattering was particularly clear in the silence.

"To learn the language of unicorns, I'd have to extract and refine the life essence of another unicorn, but that's simply not worth it."

The full moon was approaching, and moonlight filtered through the gaps in the dense foliage, casting patches of silver light on the clearing in the Forbidden Forest.

Dylan stepped on a thick layer of withered branches and fallen leaves, his leather boots crushing a clump of dead ferns, the acrid smell of humus rising sharply.

Man and beast stared at each other, big eyes meeting small.

After Dylan had just found this creature, it had whinnied for a while, seemingly trying to explain something to Dylan.

But he couldn't directly understand the language of unicorns, so—he had absolutely no idea what it was whinnying about.

"Rather than extracting a unicorn's life essence and refining it alive just to learn the language of unicorns, I might as well capture a few more unicorns and keep them, just regularly draining their blood every day."

They would be cursed anyway.

It had to be said that unicorns were indeed remarkably perceptive creatures.

As Dylan pondered, as if sensing his thoughts, the mane of the unicorn before him involuntarily bristled slightly, its body suddenly shuddered, and its silver mane swished like a waterfall.

"Neeigh~!"

The unicorn's front hooves pawed the ground restlessly, it raised its head, its eyes narrowed slightly, glancing at Dylan as if questioning his thoughts.

The hooting of a distant owl echoed, startling a few withered leaves that spiraled and drifted across the stagnant air between them.

Dylan snapped out of his thoughts, chuckled, and a smile that could be described as pure and innocent bloomed on his lips.

"I was just thinking that your kind always hides and avoids, afraid of being caught by some dark wizard and tragically killed like last time. I happen to have a space that might evolve into a real small world in the future. Wouldn't it be better for you to live in my space?"

The unicorn snorted, two streams of white mist suddenly puffing from its nostrils, its hind hooves plowing deep furrows in the pine needle-covered ground.

How could this human suddenly understand what it was expressing now?

As for some small world...

The unicorn blinked, looking at Dylan suspiciously.

Was this guy planning to capture its whole family and drain their blood every day?

"Neeigh! Neeigh!"

The unicorn felt a bit thinner than before at this moment, though Dylan wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

"Tsk, if I could make a unicorn my pet directly, then I could use telepathy to understand what it's saying."

However, he had tried many methods and hadn't obtained any scrolls or anything similar that would allow him to contract a pet again.

"Could it be that I have to cast a wave of the Imperius Curse directly on the unicorn?"

However, unicorns were inherently extremely pure and powerful magical creatures, possessing not only natural magical defenses like dragons but also a resistance to dark magic even stronger than that of dragons!

Its purity and magical properties made it difficult for Dylan to completely control with the Imperius Curse.

—Otherwise, Quirrell wouldn't have had to directly kill it back then.

Of course, at that time, Voldemort wanted to restore his strength and maintain his life, so the unicorn blood he drank would naturally be tainted with cursed power.

Moreover, the requirements for using the Imperius Curse were not low. Voldemort was too weak at that time, so it was entirely reasonable that he didn't directly use the Imperius Curse on the unicorn.

But—who knew if Voldemort hadn't tried to use the Imperius Curse to control the unicorn?

Dylan worried that if his Imperius Curse was ineffective against the unicorn, it would instead cost him his current legitimate opportunity to drain its blood.

The two would become direct enemies.

—He was still hoping to see if he could trick the unicorn herd into coming to his suitcase in the future.

Therefore, Dylan, even when experimenting with the Imperius Curse on a hundred Acromantulas, extracting their life essence to try and trigger the pet contract reward from the achievement system,

was not too willing to use the Unforgivable Curses on the unicorn.

One failure would lead to endless troubles!

At that time, Dylan would completely cut off his access to a large amount of unicorn blood in the short term, and it would be difficult to encounter another opportunity.

—He couldn't exactly pin down Voldemort, find another unicorn herd, then catch a lone unicorn and have Voldemort attack it.

Then he would appear and play the hero saving the beast, right?

Even acting wasn't done like that.

Not to mention, would Voldemort cooperate with his acting?

"Maybe in the future." Dylan stroked his chin.

But that was too far off. By then, Dylan would definitely have more methods and ways to obtain materials from unicorns.

"Neeigh?"

Seeing that Dylan wasn't speaking, the unicorn before him tilted its head to look at him, and even raised a hoof, as if asking—are you still going to draw blood?

Dylan shook his head, casting all the jumbled thoughts out of his mind, and began to take out tools from his space.

Disinfectant, iodine, cotton swabs, needles, and a—

"Neeigh?!"

The unicorn watched as Dylan pulled out a giant syringe as thick as an arm from a satchel.

Its originally elegantly raised hoof, which had been leisurely swaying, suddenly stopped and heavily stomped the ground.

"Thump!"

The unicorn's eyes widened, its clear pupils contracted sharply. It looked at the syringe, then at Dylan, its face full of terror and confusion.

Dylan coughed lightly twice, skillfully and quickly assembling the syringe.

—He was used to drawing blood from Norberta.

Norberta's skin and flesh were tough now. Although she was still considered to be in her juvenile stage, being less than a year old, even if he wanted to draw blood from her, he even had to cast a spell on the syringe to barely pierce her skin.

"Don't look at this big needle; it's actually just a tiny bit, it won't draw too much of your blood at all."

A smile curled at the corner of Dylan's mouth as he walked towards the unicorn step by step.

"Look, I don't know what exactly happened to you, we haven't seen each other for so long. You promised before that you would let me draw blood once in a while. How long has it been?"

"Adding it all up, this small syringe isn't enough to count, but I also feel sorry for you. Look, you seem to have lost weight, so I'll only draw this one syringe—"

"No way, no way, a pure, sacred, loyal, kind, mysterious, and noble unicorn wouldn't just go back on its word and deceive its savior like this, would it?"

Dylan held the shockingly thick syringe steadily in both hands, while the unicorn retreated repeatedly, trying to distance itself from Dylan.

However, after hearing Dylan's words, the unicorn's wide eyes were full of entanglement. Finally, it gritted its teeth, stopped, and slowly raised a hoof towards Dylan.

But as soon as it raised it, it quickly put it down again, reluctantly and slowly turning around, presenting its rear to Dylan and slightly lifting its hind hoof.

Its small appearance was filled with helplessness and a hint of humiliation.

Seeing that Dylan didn't move, it even raised its hind hoof a little higher, as if signaling and urging Dylan to hurry up.

Dylan couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of its submissive appearance. He walked behind the unicorn and stored the large syringe in his space.

Then, where the unicorn couldn't see, he took out a small syringe and gently held the unicorn's slightly trembling hind hoof.

The needle tip pierced its skin, and the unicorn instinctively tensed its body.

But the expected stinging pain didn't come, and this human seemed to have quickly put its hoof down again.

The unicorn tilted its head in confusion, and saw that the syringe in Dylan's hand had been replaced by a very delicate one, not the large syringe that could scare a beast unconscious just by looking at it.

Dylan waved his wand, and a soft blue light poured from its tip, soothing the unicorn's wound.

"You didn't really think I would draw so much blood from you, did you? That would make me very sad."

Dylan shook the already filled syringe.

The unicorn glanced at it, and a certain emotion in its eyes dissipated, replaced by surprise and gratitude.

"Neeigh!"

It couldn't help but turn around and gently nuzzle Dylan's shoulder.

Feeling the trust coming from the unicorn, Dylan stroked the horn on its head.

"Can I shave off just a little bit?"

"Neeigh!"

As soon as Dylan's words fell, the unicorn immediately thrust its head in front of Dylan.

"Neeigh! Neeigh!"

Although he couldn't understand, Dylan could roughly guess what it meant.

It was probably saying—Shave! Shave as much as you want!

Dylan smiled and took out a small knife that Professor Snape had given him.

The purpose of this knife was to prepare medicinal herbs, but it was extremely sharp—many spells had been attached and solidified onto it, and magic power was condensed with array patterns.

This would prevent the power of the spells from dissipating too early—just like the spells Dylan had cast on the twins' protective amethysts.

The spells he solidified with the Permanent Sticking Charm would naturally lose their effect as the magic power faded.

Slightly shaving off a small piece of the unicorn's horn, Dylan carefully stored it along with the syringe of blood in his space.

"Not bad, this is enough for me to use for a long time. Here, this is for you."

Dylan scattered a handful of pearl grass and crystal carrots, using a levitation charm to place them in front of the unicorn so that it wouldn't have to eat off the ground.

"Neeigh~~~"

The unicorn seemed very happy, eating one after another.

"Then I'll be going. I'll come back on the full moon next month, and I'll prepare some even better food for you then."

The unicorn nodded its head, and Dylan also returned to his dormitory with his harvest, satisfied.

"I didn't expect unicorns to be so silly."

Selling both blood and horn, only in exchange for a few blades of grass and carrots, yet so grateful to him.

The night passed without incident.

On Saturday, Dylan got up very early.

After eating, he wrote a letter to his parents, asking Luna to deliver it.

This time when he went to Diagon Alley, he didn't plan to go home again.

After all, Dylan wasn't sure if Cartharus would need to make an appearance and cause another commotion.

Suddenly running home and potentially bringing trouble with him would be problematic.

Since he was leaving from Hogwarts, Dylan went straight to the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room after taking care of some chores.

Taking out the box containing Floo Powder from his space, Dylan grabbed a handful and forcefully threw it into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!"

Green flames erupted abruptly as his words fell.

The firelight flickered, and the Floo Network通道 opened.

Dylan stepped into it, and the green flames instantly enveloped him.

With a dizzying sensation and the whistling of wind past his ears, Dylan felt his feet land firmly on the ground.

Perhaps it was because he had mastered Voldemort's flying charm, or perhaps because he had experienced apparition several times and used Floo Powder to cross space, Dylan didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Since it was a rare trip to Diagon Alley, Dylan didn't go to Gringotts immediately but bought quite a few things from various shops.

Especially pet food.

—Norberta had been eating more and more lately.

Already far exceeding Coal's appetite.

However, Dylan didn't spend too much, as he still had to unlock the new abilities of the suitcase, including expanding its space, after exchanging the money.

All of that cost money.

Although it was already the school year, Diagon Alley was still bustling, with shops lining the streets and wizards in various strange costumes moving among them.

Dylan hadn't encountered any patrolling Aurors along the way. He didn't know if it was because the Ministry of Magic had given up searching for Cartharus here.

Anyway, Dylan was too lazy to care. No matter how they investigated, they couldn't possibly find anything on him.

Passing Honeydukes Sweetshop, the sweet aroma wafted over, but Dylan didn't look. He just glanced at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and then hurried towards Gringotts.

Soon, after approaching Gringotts, Dylan immediately saw the white marble building.

Walking into Gringotts, the crisp sound of ledgers and gold coins clashing echoed. Many goblins were busy behind the counters. Dylan suppressed the thought of unleashing fifty Imperius Curses.

"You're here to exchange money again?" a thin, sharp voice sounded.

Dylan looked ahead and saw a thin goblin walking quickly from behind a counter, tilting its head slightly and staring directly at Dylan.

Dylan smiled slightly. "Yes."

The goblin frowned. "Do you know how long it takes me to process your money every time after I exchange it for you?"

Dylan blinked and replied sincerely, "No."

The thin goblin: "..."

The interior of Gringotts was slightly dim. Dylan and the thin goblin walked to a counter to the side.

"How many Galleons do you want to exchange this time?"

"About five hundred thousand Galleons."

"What?!"

The goblin's eyes instantly widened into circles, the meanness and disdain on its face replaced by shock. "How much did you say?"

Dylan took out a large wooden box from his space and placed it on the counter with a thud.

"There are about two million three hundred thousand pounds here. I only want to exchange two million three hundred thousand. The rest is your reward for your hard work counting." Dylan said with a smile.

The dissatisfaction on the goblin's face paused, and a hint of surprise flashed in its eyes.

"Oh dear, oh dear, how embarrassing! You are too kind!"

The thin goblin's voice suddenly rose eight octaves. Its pointed ears flushed with excitement, and the corners of its mouth stretched into a grin that almost tore its wrinkled face, revealing a set of uneven teeth.

Its twig-like fingers convulsively grabbed at the money box, quickly dragging the box in front of itself, opening the lid. Inside, stacks of paper pounds were neatly arranged. A quick glance told it that there were definitely tens of thousands more than two million three hundred thousand!

This made the smile on its face even more ingratiating.

"Such a generous customer like you is truly rare. However, I must remind you that Gringotts has recently been discussing whether to remove pounds from the currency categories for exchanging into Galleons. Some goblins believe that Muggle currency is still too cheap."

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "I guess pounds won't be removed, but the ratio of Galleons you can exchange for will be lower, right? Like one to six? Or even more exaggerated?"

The thin goblin was taken aback, the fake smile on its face freezing slightly, but it didn't show any embarrassment. Instead, it grinned, revealing a set of yellowed, pointed teeth. "Hehe, but this time I will still exchange it for you according to the original ratio."

Dylan chuckled. "Then I really thank you."

Even if the goblins were discussing whether to redefine and rearrange the exchange rate between Muggle currency and Galleons, it was only in the discussion stage, or even just the proposal stage.

It was not certain whether this idea could be implemented in the end.

—After all, goblins were a very proud race.

Looking down on Muggles was their normal way of life.

Even if some goblins felt that exchanging a large amount of human currency for Galleons might be a loss-making venture,

most goblins would never think in that direction.

They had already set the exchange rate at one to five. If there was a loss, it should be those foolish Muggles who suffered!

So Dylan felt that raising the number of pounds that could be exchanged for one Galleon was not necessarily something that could be achieved, and even if it could, it would definitely not be implemented now.

The thin goblin, however, was trying to curry favor, wanting to earn his gratitude without doing anything extra.

But Dylan didn't intend to mock it. In fact, there were actually two million three hundred and twenty thousand pounds in the box.

This meant Dylan had directly given the goblin twenty thousand pounds—a four thousand Galleon tip!

It wasn't that Dylan was extravagant, but rather that exchanging money with the goblins inherently involved a certain service fee, especially for large transactions like his.

Therefore, to exchange these two million three hundred thousand pounds into Galleons, he would normally have to pay around six thousand Galleons in fees, which was thirty thousand pounds.

However, Dylan had discovered a new loophole last time.

Every goblin at Gringotts had the privilege of waiving service fees, but they usually only used this privilege for major clients.

This wasn't because they didn't want to earn the fees from major clients.

It was because major clients usually gave them a substantial tip.

Service fees went directly to the bank, while tips went into their own pockets.

Which was more important—what goblin wouldn't understand that?

Therefore, after discovering this, Dylan had basically not paid any service fees the last few times he came to exchange money.

—He would directly give the goblin a tip that was slightly lower than the service fee but not excessively so.

The goblins usually accepted this gladly.

Unless their quota for waiving fees for the month had run out.

In fact, this also meant that the more people who gave tips, the more willing they were to provide services and waive fees for those people.

So Dylan had previously sought out smaller goblins whose positions weren't particularly high but who still had the privilege of waiving fees.

After trying a few, the one that best suited Dylan's tastes was the thin goblin before him.

—This "taste" referred to someone who matched Dylan's personality.

And within Gringotts, its position was neither high nor low, middling and unremarkable, unable to climb higher but not too ordinary either.

Major clients looked down on it.

It couldn't attract major clients.

It was just right for Dylan's use.

The light in Gringotts wasn't very bright.

The thin goblin extended its bony, knobbly fingers and eagerly began to quickly count the pile of pounds before it.

Its movements were skilled, completely lacking the sluggishness of someone working a job, instead filled with a fervent passion for wealth.

Stacks of pounds flipped quickly through its hands.

Soon, the goblin finished counting and said in a shrill voice, "No problem, the amount of Galleons is sufficient. To thank you for your generosity, I am willing to waive the service fee for this transaction."

Dylan nodded lightly. "Thank you very much. I will come to you again next time I need to exchange money."

A fake smile spread across the thin goblin's face. It subtly separated a small portion of the pounds in the box, and then in the blink of an eye, those pounds disappeared.

"However, you will have to wait a moment. The money needs to be retrieved from the vault."

Dylan smiled and nodded. "Of course, I will wait for you here."

The thin goblin turned around, the box floating behind it, and walked with it into the depths of Gringotts.

Watching its back, Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Goblins, like house-elves, possessed a special ability—wandless magic.

This was goblin magic.

However, unlike house-elves, goblins didn't need to perform any movements to cast spells.

Conversely, even though house-elves could cast wandless magic, they usually needed simple gestures, such as snapping their fingers or raising their arms, to aid in casting.

Moreover, house-elf magic was mostly used in the realm of daily life, while goblin magic was more inclined towards forging and processing.

Metal products made by them usually possessed strong magical properties.

—Such as the Sword of Gryffindor.

"I really want to catch a few goblins and stuff them into my suitcase."

Ever since Dylan had the suitcase, he always felt an urge to catch any creature he encountered and study it.

Dylan didn't have to wait too long. The goblin returned quickly, a heavy pouch clutched tightly in its hand.

As it handed the pouch to Dylan, a hint of undisguised greed still lingered in its eyes.

"This is a Gringotts money pouch."

"Of course, I know that."

Dylan took the pouch, pretending to pour the Galleons inside into the bag at his waist. While the goblin's gaze was fixed on the bag, he secretly and silently stored all the Galleons into the item inventory that only he could control.

Nearly half a million Galleons would have taken half a day to pour out completely.

Finally, after emptying all the Galleons, Dylan returned the empty pouch to the thin goblin.

"Thank you, I will come again next time."

"You are most welcome."

The thin goblin saw Dylan off with a fake smile.

Dylan also left with a fake smile and his Galleons, satisfied.

Leaving Gringotts, Dylan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"After coming here a few times, I can always recognize where the main entrance is. If Quirrell and the others could attack Gringotts, why can't I?"

However, he didn't plan to attack Gringotts directly now.

On the contrary, he had finally made a trip out.

He wanted to go to Knockturn Alley first and borrow some Galleons from those kind dark wizards.

As Dylan gradually approached Knockturn Alley, the surrounding light grew increasingly dim.

Dylan's figure disappeared into an unnoticed corner.

Until the image of Cartharus appeared.

Dylan wore a hood and elevated shoes, his aura powerful.

As soon as he stepped into Knockturn Alley, Dylan immediately spotted a dark wizard, surreptitiously trying to attack another unsuspecting person.

Seeing this, Dylan revealed a genuine smile.

"Isn't this convenient?"

Dylan raised his arm.

"Imperio!"

A red light shot rapidly from the tip of his wand, accurately hitting the dark wizard.

The latter's body stiffened abruptly, the malicious look in his eyes instantly becoming vacant. Then, he began to throw his money pouch, wand, pendant, and any other valuable items he had on the ground by himself.

He then knelt down and kowtowed to Dylan.

Dylan walked over with a smile, his black robes billowing elegantly with his steps.

Passing the pile of items, there was only a slight rustling sound, and the things disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I saved you. Aren't you going to say thank you?" At this moment, Dylan turned his head to look at the wizard who was already dumbfounded beside him.

"==(●●|||)Th-thank you..." the wizard stammered, startled.

"Too late, impolite fellow. You too shall become my servant, listen to the path of the lost."

Dylan raised his wand.

"No, no, wait!"

"Imperio!"

The male wizard's terrified expression instantly froze. He struggled for a moment but ultimately became vacant and lifeless.

Like the dark wizard beside him, he took off all his valuables, placed them on the ground, and then prostrated himself, bowing to Dylan.

Dylan's sudden action stunned the dark wizards lurking in the shadows, always ready to rob others.

"He... who is he? He actually dares to use the Unforgivable Curses in broad daylight?!"

"Cartharus, it's Cartharus!! Damn it, why is this guy here again?"

"How is his Imperius Curse so strong? He used it right in front of them, and those two didn't even have a chance to resist!"

"Why does he always come to Knockturn Alley to do evil? Why doesn't he go to Diagon Alley? Do you know how hard it is for me to wait here for half a day? I haven't even caught one fat sheep yet, and the Aurors are coming again! They just left!"

"Are you crazy—shhh! If you dare to talk like that, be careful he'll extract your soul in a moment!"

"Wait, he's looking at us! Run!!"

The dark wizards hiding in the shadows noticed Dylan's gaze and were so frightened they almost jumped up on the spot.

The wand in Dylan's hand lifted gently, and a low, hoarse voice came out.

"Sectumsempra!"

In an instant, fifty blades of shimmering cold light shot out from around him like a storm of pear blossoms.

Wherever they passed, the dark corners were instantly illuminated. The dark wizards hiding within all screamed, forced out of their hiding places by Dylan's spell, rolling out from every corner in a sorry state.

"What the hell! Why is he attacking us?!"

"Imperio!"

Another fifty Imperius Curses shot out.

The screams of the dark wizards abruptly stopped.

Then, everyone silently walked towards Dylan, piling all their belongings in front of him: money pouches, magical items, corpse entrails, the severed limbs of magical creatures...

The pile of things became increasingly bizarre.

Under the mask, the corner of Dylan's mouth twitched.

He suddenly flicked the hem of his robe, storing the money pouches and relatively useful magical items into his item inventory space.

Then, a black Fiendfyre suddenly blazed up.

The entrails and limbs, which had almost lost their magic and value, were all burned to ashes.

The dark wizards all collapsed in droves, a group of people kneeling neatly, their knees hitting the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Dylan looked down condescendingly at the group of dark wizards kneeling before him.

After pondering for a moment, he felt he should say something.

Tilting his head slightly, the eyes under the hood glowed with a cold light, and Dylan slowly spoke.

"Remember, you, who wander in the darkness, still blindly pursue wealth and power. And I, Cartharus, shall be the master who breaks all of this!"

Translation—Hand over all the money you got from your dark dealings! I'm going to rob the robbers!

After a pause, Dylan raised a hand.

—He felt that reciting the melodramatic lines twice seemed to make him familiar with them, and he even felt a sense of enjoyment.

Getting better, getting better!

Spreading his five fingers, Dylan seemed to want to grasp the entire world.

"The order of this world is rotten to the core. The power of the strong is bound by cowardice, while the struggles of the weak go unnoticed. But, I have come."

"I, Cartharus, death itself, the supreme arbiter of shadows."

Dylan suddenly stretched out his arms, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

—He subtly used a Whirlwind Charm.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

A gale blew.

"In my eyes, your lives are as fragile as ants, but today, you are fortunate to be noticed by me. All that you possess shall become the cornerstone of my reshaping of the world!"

"I have become death, and I have heard the burning revelry! Money is the wager of death! Bring it to me!"

"My pilgrimage has begun!"

As Dylan's voice fell.

The dark wizards kneeling before him immediately lifted their bodies slightly in unison, and then slammed their heads down again.

"Fool! Fool! Fool—!"

"Swish!"

Just then, the space in Knockturn Alley suddenly rippled.

In the next moment, figures flashed out of the distorted space.

They wore uniform robes, each with a solemn expression and wands clutched tightly in their hands.

But when they all appeared, almost filling half of Knockturn Alley, they saw a bizarre scene before them.

A group of dark wizards knelt before a hooded figure, surrounded by piles of gold, silver, and magical items, emitting rays of light on the ground.

Mixed with the already gloomy atmosphere of Knockturn Alley, it looked exactly like a dark cult meeting in progress.

Dylan tilted his head slightly. Seeing the Aurors arrive, he had wanted to rob them as well.

But seeing that they were empty-handed, seemingly having brought nothing but their wands, he frowned slightly.

"The Aurors shouldn't be this poor, right?"

Dylan slowly turned his head back, the gaze under his hood cold and with a hint of mockery, sweeping over the Aurors who were facing a great enemy.

Then, he unhurriedly turned around and walked forward with steady steps.

At this moment, the dark wizards kneeling at his feet seemed to receive some kind of command and suddenly stood up.

The originally vacant look in their eyes ignited with a ferocious flame. They let out low growls and charged madly towards the Aurors with their bodies.

These dark wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse were fearless and completely disregarded their own safety.

Waving the wands in their hands, black spells rained down on the Aurors.

"Damn it, not again!"

The Aurors had no choice but to fight back.

And Dylan walked further and further away in the chaotic sounds of fighting.

At the same time, as he passed the piles of gold and silver, his black robes billowed in the wind, like an invisible vortex.

In the blink of an eye, all the gold and silver seemed to be swallowed by darkness, instantly disappearing, leaving only the empty ground.

Things that were too disgusting and useless were directly burned by the Fiendfyre.

While resisting the attacks of the dark wizards, the Aurors tried to spare some energy to chase Dylan, but the chaotic scene made it impossible for them to divide their attention.

"Don't let him get away again this time!"

An Auror shouted, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by a dark wizard's spell.

"How did these guys suddenly become so strong?"

"Wait, that guy from just now is controlling them to cast spells!"

"What? How did he do that?!"

Dylan's figure gradually blurred in the chaos and darkness, leaving only a mysterious and chilling silhouette, disappearing into the shadows of Knockturn Alley.

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