Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 137: Voldemort's Daughter Arrested? He Really Had a Girl?

"These guys are actually this poor?"

Dylan sat in Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, eating a cool, creamy sundae, as he checked the gold and silver items he had confiscated from the dark wizards in his inventory.

"No wonder they're always thinking about robbing others, so poor they can't even clink a coin. They should try doing something useful to earn more money, so I'd have something to rob."

Dylan counted carefully. He had robbed dozens of people in one go, but it only amounted to a paltry thousand-plus Galleons.

"What a waste of my heartfelt speech," Dylan thought, rolling his eyes.

Over the summer, the dark wizards he robbed in Knockturn Alley usually brought him a few hundred Galleons each.

He hadn't expected the dark wizards in Diagon Alley to be so poor.

Dylan sighed slightly.

"What's wrong? You seem a bit down."

Fortescue looked towards Dylan from behind the counter.

At that moment, Dylan was his only customer in the shop.

"Nothing much. It's just that attending a magic academy is so expensive. There are always so many materials to buy, but I don't have that much money."

Fortescue blinked: "Oh, you're troubled by money. If you need it, I can lend you some, and you can pay me back when you're older."

Dylan was taken aback by this, looking at Fortescue with surprise.

He remembered that Florean was a descendant of Dexter Fortescue, a former Hogwarts headmaster.

A large ice cream shop like this wouldn't do well in winter, not to mention even fewer young wizards came for ice cream once Hogwarts started.

However, Dylan had learned from a previous conversation with Fortescue that this ice cream shop was entirely owned by Fortescue, unlike some other businesses that could only rent.

In Diagon Alley, where every inch was worth a fortune, owning his own shop was enough to show that the Fortescue family was likely quite wealthy.

But why would Fortescue want to help him?

"Are you serious?" Dylan asked.

"Of course." Fortescue tilted his head back, letting out a hearty laugh.

—His chest vibrated slightly.

"Why would you be willing to help me?" Dylan asked again.

"I'm happy to help a talented young wizard—and besides, I don't really have anywhere else to spend my money," Fortescue said, folding a rag.

Dylan tilted his head: "Are you the only one left in your family?"

Florean shook his head: "I have a daughter. She also attended Hogwarts, but our relationship isn't good. She used to live with her mother."

Dylan's eyes widened slightly: "You have a daughter?"

Florean nodded: "A bit surprised? Haha, my daughter is very independent. Even after her mother passed away, she never asked me to pay for her tuition."

Dylan genuinely hadn't known Florean had a daughter. His eyelashes fluttered, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Finally, he managed to blurt out: "Has she graduated already?"

Upon hearing this, Florean raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips, and he even puffed out his chest: "Yes, she just graduated and joined the Ministry of Magic as an Auror."

At the mention of Aurors, Dylan's expression paused.

He vaguely remembered that among the dozens of people who had tried to apprehend him earlier, there seemed to be quite a few young women.

I couldn't have beaten up his daughter too, could I?

No, he hadn't actually laid a hand on anyone.

It was just those dark wizards who didn't understand the situation who had started the fight.

Thinking this, Dylan relaxed, looking intently at Fortescue.

"That's truly impressive, to join the Ministry of Magic as an Auror right after graduation. I must say, your daughter is truly outstanding."

Dylan showered him with compliments, then changed the subject.

"So—how many Galleons are you willing to lend me?"

"Perhaps, ten thousand Galleons?" Fortescue stroked his chin.

"Only ten thousand?" Dylan clicked his tongue.

"Only? Ten thousand?" Fortescue's eyes widened slightly.

Dylan cleared his throat: "I mean, you are incredibly generous, to be willing to give ten—thousand Galleons to a stranger like me."

"However, sir, the materials I wish to purchase often start at tens of thousands of Galleons."

Fortescue's eyes widened in disbelief: "Tens of thousands of Galleons? To start?"

He seemed unsure what he had just heard: "What kind of materials do you need? Even if you wanted to eat dragon liver, you wouldn't need that many Galleons, would you?"

Dylan corrected him: "Sir, dragon liver costs only seventeen Sickles an ounce, you can buy it for just one Galleon."

Florean was dumbfounded. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Then, do you still want it?"

Dylan nodded directly: "If you are willing to support me, even if it's just a small ten thousand Galleons, it still represents your generous heart."

Florean: "…"

(.) Why does it feel like I've spent money, but also been mocked?

But looking at Dylan's sincere face, he clicked his tongue: "You don't have to rush to pay me back. You can wait until you graduate."

Saying this, he bent down and took out a bulging money bag from behind the counter, smiling at Dylan: "Here, take it."

Dylan gently waved his wand, and the money bag, affected by a Hovering Charm, floated towards him.

Upon receiving it, even with an Undetectable Extension Charm on the money bag, he could feel its heavy weight.

Dylan chuckled: "Thank you very much. Although it's not a huge amount, it will certainly help me in my immediate need."

Florean nodded helplessly: "I wanted to experience what it feels like to spend money on children, since my daughter has never asked me for money, it's just…"

He glanced at Dylan.

"This feeling seems—not so good."

Dylan's eyelashes fluttered twice, and he immediately understood that he hadn't provided enough emotional value yet.

Dylan instantly spoke: "Sir, you are simply my personal money god! I was just wondering where to borrow more money to buy materials, and then your ten thousand Galleons appeared. Just like that, I feel like my future is brightened!"

"If I ever become rich, I'll send you the freshest Honeydukes sweets every day—but not the most expensive ones."

"Hahahaha! You rascal," Florean laughed heartily, amused by Dylan.

Dylan directly pocketed the money bag, not only taking the money but also keeping the bag from Florean.

Taking out a napkin, he wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth, and slowly stood up.

"In any case, I will truly remember your kindness, and I will definitely repay you in the future, sir."

Florean waved his hand: "No need to exaggerate so much. I don't really have much use for that much money anyway—but I can only help you with this much, because I don't have more."

Dylan smiled: "Actually, ten thousand Galleons is quite a lot already. I can buy many materials with it. Well, I'll be taking my leave now—you know my name, so if anything comes up in the future, you can write to me. I'm happy to listen."

"Just listen, not help, eh?" Florean chuckled. "How could that be?" Dylan smiled, pursing his lips. "Then I'll be off. Professor McGonagall only gave me less than a day's leave, so I need to head back today."

"Go on, go on. I don't know what's happening, but these Aurors are out again, and there are so many of them—it hasn't been peaceful lately. It might be dangerous to stay here, so hurry back to school."

Florean waved his hand: "But before that, don't forget to buy the materials you wanted. And of course—don't go to Knockturn Alley. There's bound to be a lot of trouble there right now."

Dylan nodded gently: "Don't worry, that trouble won't find me. I've had a divination."

Under Fortescue's somewhat surprised gaze, Dylan bade him farewell and turned to leave.

He hadn't expected that getting an ice cream.

Not only did he get a free sundae, but he also got a full ten thousand gold Galleons for free.

In truth, ten thousand Galleons was by no means a small sum in the current wizarding world.

A typical wizarding family's basic living expenses were usually within two to three thousand Galleons.

Of course, this only ensured their survival, preventing starvation.

However, to enjoy a higher quality of life, the amount of Galleons needed was limitless.

For instance, a broom from the Quality Quidditch Supplies, even if not the latest model, just a Nimbus 2000, would cost enough money to sustain an ordinary wizarding family for a long time.

Dylan walked along Diagon Alley, observing the Aurors around him, all looking stern as they searched everywhere.

Dylan, however, paid them no mind.

And when the Aurors saw Dylan, a young child, some did approach him to ask some basic questions.

But once he explained that Professor McGonagall had given him leave to exchange money at Gringotts and buy some materials for experiments, no one bothered him further.

As he passed two Aurors,

he even heard one of them say—

"Vera caught a dark wizard, a woman, and she seems to be a follower of that guy named Cartharus."

"You don't mean that Delphini who claims to be from the Lestrange family, do you? I heard that ever since that 'Fool' guy appeared last time, this person suddenly emerged and started spreading the name 'Fool Cartharus' everywhere, though the Lestrange family doesn't seem to recognize her at all."

"I'm not too sure about that, but this time, Cartharus appeared again, and I heard Vera say that the woman seemed to rush over impatiently, not only helping those dark wizards fight us, but also hitting very hard, almost hurting Linklay and them."

"Tsk, Vera just graduated, but her magical talent isn't low. I feel like in a while, she'll become our superior."

"Who knows, but that Cartharus got away again this time. I don't understand how he can control so many people at once? It makes me think of…"

"Shh, don't say that person's name!"

The two Aurors' voices abruptly ceased.

Dylan's pace returned to normal.

"Delphini?"

Although he hadn't read all the Harry Potter series, he vaguely remembered that Delphini was supposed to appear later in the storyline, right? She also seemed to plot against Harry Potter and Ginny's child.

However, that particular series of works is a bit controversial, and many people don't even consider it a part of the Harry Potter series.

Because…

This witch named Delphini was the child of Bellatrix and Voldemort…

No way, Voldemort actually had a daughter?!

"Calculating the time, if this is true, Delphini must have been born to Voldemort and Bellatrix before Voldemort died. Bellatrix should be in Azkaban now, right? So their daughter… is currently without parents, unsupervised?"

And then she was attracted by his alt account—Cartharus—and became his…

Fangirl?

I mean, disciple? Tsk! Dylan wasn't sure what he was feeling at that moment—it was just strange.

"If her name is simply Delphini, it could be a coincidence. However, she claims to be from the Lestrange family, and even uses the Lestrange family name to brainwash other dark wizards and recruit followers for me."

This suggests that it is highly probable she is indeed that Delphini.

"I knew it! That's why I've felt that achievements related to expanding Cartharus's influence have been popping up more frequently recently."

Dylan pursed his lips: "So I essentially baited her out early, and then she got arrested by the Ministry of Magic?"

After a moment of thought, he couldn't help but shrug.

—Letting the Ministry of Magic educate Delphini now might prevent Harry's children from being targeted later.

He was actually doing a good deed.

He'd have to make Harry thank him for saving his son so many years in advance!

—Of course, even though Delphini attacked Aurors and almost injured people now,

from what the two Aurors said, she didn't actually harm anyone.

Even if she's arrested, she might only be held for a few days; it's unlikely she'd be detained indefinitely.

After all, Delphini hasn't committed any earth-shattering evil deeds yet.

The current timeline is still when her father, Voldemort, is attempting to cause mischief.

How could a daughter steal her father's thunder?

So, while this is a small interlude, if Delphini follows the normal storyline, she might still go after Harry's son.

"However, maybe her father isn't Voldemort at all, but rather Bellatrix's own child? And she just claims to be Voldemort's daughter?"

Dylan became interested in this matter.

He planned to ask Voldemort about this little piece of gossip next time he met him, in addition to using him as a tool for grinding achievements.

He walked unimpeded to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, ignited a green flame, and stepped into it.

Space twisted, and he returned to Hogwarts.

—And he returned directly to the Gryffindor common room.

It was still only the afternoon.

As Dylan exited the fireplace, he immediately ran into Neville, who had just returned from the greenhouses.

"Dylan, you're back from shopping?"

Dylan nodded: "Yes, I basically got everything I wanted to buy."

Neville chuckled, telling Dylan: "You weren't here today, but the Weasleys nearly sold out of those amethysts they made—everyone wanted to buy some!"

"Oh? That's great! Did they sell out?"

Neville nodded: "They sold out, but they also had some wooden signs and things like that, and they managed to sell quite a few of those too."

Just then, speaking of the devil—Fred and George appeared.

Upon seeing Dylan, their eyes widened with excitement, and they dashed over.

"Dylan—"

"I need you! Need you!"

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