Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

"Thank goodness, this is considered a Muggle neighborhood. Unlike other places, those homeless wizards can just move into any empty house they find."

After hiding the last safe house, Dylan strolled along and soon arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive.

Today was Harry's birthday after all, and Dylan had specifically chosen this time to check on his house.

The purpose was simply to celebrate Harry's birthday.

-- It definitely wasn't because he had promised Harry earlier to call him, but every time he remembered, he'd say, "Maybe in a couple more days."

However, tomorrow turned into the day after tomorrow, and Dylan kept putting it off later and later.

It got to the point where almost in the blink of an eye, over a month had passed before Dylan's eyes.

This time, Dylan was able to remember that he still had a safe house to inspect, thanks to a letter Ron had sent him not long ago.

It said Ron wanted to invite Dylan to visit the Burrow again.

At the same time, he asked at the end if Dylan had called Harry.

-- Clearly, Ron had also forgotten about it as soon as the holidays started.

Dylan wrote back saying he would visit Harry directly on July 31st and bring him a birthday gift.

-- He hadn't called earlier purely because he wanted to surprise Harry.

Dylan also specified in the letter that if Ron wanted to contact Harry, he shouldn't mention him on the phone or in letters.

Lest he spoil the surprise he had prepared for Harry.

Actually, what surprise was there? It was purely an excuse he came up with.

But anyway, Harry was just a little kid right now.

A little excuse and he'd be easily placated.

Ron didn't reply to his letter, and Dylan wasn't sure what to make of it.

*Knock, knock.*

Dylan knocked on the door.

He didn't press the doorbell.

-- There was a layer of slimy, suspicious stuff on the doorbell that looked disgusting, completely putting him off the idea of ringing it.

He waited for a while.

No one came to open the door.

Dylan knocked on the door again, louder this time.

Finally, there was movement inside.

The door slowly opened.

A stout, obese man appeared in the doorway – it was none other than Vernon Dursley.

He frowned, sizing Dylan up with an impatient look, and asked gruffly, "Who are you?"

Dylan blinked. "Hello, could you please tell Harry that his classmate is here to see him?"

The moment Vernon heard the name "Harry," he paused slightly.

Realizing who it was, his face instantly darkened, like a wild dog whose tail had been stepped on, almost jumping up and down.

"There's no Harry Potter living here! Get away from my house! Don't let me see you again!"

*Bang!*

Vernon's voice had barely faded when the door was slammed shut.

Dylan looked at the closed door and then at the scattered people around who had been drawn by the commotion.

What kind of miserable life was Harry living?

Whether he was reading the books, watching the movies, or even hearing Harry describe the bizarre stories about the Dursleys firsthand,

Dylan had prepared himself mentally, but he hadn't expected the other man to react like a rabid dog, barking and snarling at him the moment he heard Harry's name.

Not even willing to politely brush him off?

What kind of guilty conscience would cause such a reaction?

Narrowing his eyes,

Dylan's gaze flickered, and he was about to cast a spell silently and wandlessly.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from inside the house.

Dylan heard Harry's angry voice and Vernon's roar.

The next moment, the lock clicked.

The door was pushed open again.

Harry appeared with a surprised expression.

"I just happened to be passing by and heard your voice, I thought I was hearing things! Dylan, what are you doing here?"

Dylan looked at the excited smile on Harry's face, then his gaze followed the crack in the door to the angry, fat old man inside.

He gradually smiled too, his expression calming down as he took out the gift from the satchel he had brought.

"Happy birthday, Harry. This is a gift for you."

Dylan placed a small, marble-sized blue crystal gem in Harry's hand.

"Wow! What a beautiful crystal!" Harry blinked, saying with some surprise.

Dylan smiled slightly. "Remember to keep it with you at all times. I made it with special ancient runes. If you encounter any bad luck, it might bring you some kind of turning point."

In fact, this gem could be considered a **Guardian Stone**.

It was a small idea that came to Dylan while researching how to summon a **Patronus**.

-- Although he still hadn't successfully mastered the **Patronus Charm**, Dylan, combining his existing magical knowledge, was able to turn a gem into a **Guardian Stone** that could calm and steady the mind.

The gem in Harry's hand was just like that.

He had not only added calming charms to it, but also inscribed some protective spells.

This sapphire could not only ensure that Harry's negative reactions to **Dementors** would be lessened, but it could also directly help Harry resist some lower-level spells.

It wouldn't directly conjure a shield to withstand the attack head-on.

Instead, it would guide spells that weren't excessively powerful, helping Harry to shift position just as they were about to hit, causing the spells to deflect.

If it couldn't block the spell, couldn't it at least help him dodge it?

After all, the gem was only so big, and the magic Dylan could imbue it with couldn't possibly be infinite.

So, rather than directly resisting attacks, it was better to help Harry make small deflections, causing the spells to miss completely.

This could be a great help to Harry at crucial moments.

However, facing threats like a horde of the undead would naturally be useless… completely powerless.

And most importantly, Dylan had also turned this gem into a **Portkey**.

After all, his appearance had already caused many changes. Would it trigger some kind of balance of the universe law, causing Voldemort to suddenly become powerful and strike back, killing Harry?

This was something Dylan couldn't be sure of.

In the original story, Dylan naturally believed Harry would be fine, but outside the story, anything could happen.

Therefore, if Harry really had some kind of accident, this **Portkey** could also help Harry return directly to a safe house set up by Dylan.

As a restriction, Dylan added a condition to this **Portkey**.

That was, it could only be activated when Harry was close to death.

This was also a little bit of Dylan's ingenuity.

As for whether the gem he gave Harry would be discovered and noticed by old Dumbledore and the others…

-- Dylan believed that even if they found it, they wouldn't say anything.

Perhaps Harry even had a **Portkey** secretly hidden on him by old Dumbledore and the others.

One that even Harry himself didn't know about.

"I'll definitely keep it close to me. Thank you, Dylan. You're the first person to ever give me a birthday present in person!"

Harry carefully took the sapphire with both hands and then held it in his palm.

Dylan saw that Vernon guy peeking at Harry's back suspiciously from behind the door, and his gaze swept directly over.

"There's one more thing."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"I've put a curse on it, a wizard's curse – any ordinary Muggle who tries to steal the protective stone I gave you, except for you, will have their soul devoured by the evil spirit I've bound to it, becoming an empty shell unable to move, just waiting for their body to age."

Dylan smirked. "In fact, the reason this protective stone can keep you safe is precisely because of the evil spirit within it."

"Ah?" Harry was a little confused.

But seeing Dylan wink at him subtly, Harry glanced at Vernon behind him and immediately understood what his friend meant.

He nodded repeatedly, his voice a little louder. "That evil spirit must have been caught from the graveyard behind the school, right?"

Dylan smiled and nodded. "Yes, my wand almost broke trying to catch it."

Harry looked touched – and in fact, he really was.

He had never expected that Dylan would actually come to this house he hated so much, just to give him a gift in person.

"Ron called a couple of days ago – but he got hung up on. Gosh, I thought I wouldn't be able to contact you guys for the whole summer."

Dylan tilted his head. "What about your owl?"

Harry glanced behind him at Vernon, who was still staring at them from not far away, and then grimaced.

"He always chases my owl away! And I don't have many owls, not enough to give him a good scare like I did when school started!"

Dylan pursed his lips, holding back a laugh.

"Although we can't use magic right now, the Ministry of Magic hasn't restricted us from playing with some prank items at home."

Harry's eyes lit up. "You mean..."

Dylan pulled out some more things from his inconspicuous satchel.

Prank toy snake – it looked like a toy snake, and it was indeed a toy snake.

However, the difference from an ordinary toy snake was that this one, as long as you pressed a switch, would suddenly lunge like a real snake when someone approached.

And it could even simulate a snake bite.

Although it wouldn't cause any actual harm.

But a bite would still hurt quite a bit.

And it was quite scary.

Magic itching powder – when sprinkled on someone, it would make their whole body itch, and they couldn't help but scratch incessantly.

This was especially suitable for making the pranked person look foolish in public.

Bat-Bogey Hex spray – as the name suggests, it could turn a person's boogers into bats, which would then fly out of their nostrils.

Magical stink bomb – it looked like an egg, but as soon as you cracked it open, it would release a nauseating smell and quickly make an entire room stink.

"This, so many..."

Harry gaped in astonishment.

He watched as Dylan took one item after another out of his satchel and then stuffed them into another, slightly smaller cloth bag.

Harry also looked out onto the street a little cautiously.

"This is a small bag I made myself with an **Undetectable Extension Charm**. Keep it on you. Even if you can't use magic, don't let anyone bully you at home."

Dylan handed the bag to Harry.

Harry tilted his head up slightly, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

Dylan scoffed. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're about to cry, I don't do the whole comforting-boys thing, not even for my bros."

Harry: "..."

The emotion he had just felt was choked back by Dylan's words.

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"Anyway, Dylan, thank you."

"Nah! Now that the gift's been delivered, I'll head back, lest I can't help myself in a moment and just blast your rude and ill-mannered uncle into ashes with a curse."

Vernon, who was not far away, shuddered.

How could this guy be so violent?!

What kind of people has Harry Potter been associating with?

No wonder he's been talking back to them lately!

So he's relying on the power behind him!

Does he think that just because he knows some wizards at that school of his, he can look down on them?

Vernon gritted his teeth.

He really wanted to rush over, point his finger at Dylan's nose, and teach this little brat a lesson.

But looking into Dylan's cold eyes, he still backed down.

Dylan snorted. "Alright, time to say goodbye. If you have time, you can call Ron and the others directly. You don't have to wait for him to call you."

Harry nodded, a look of reluctance on his face.

-- He had finally managed to meet his good friend during this difficult summer.

And today was his birthday!

But they had to part in the blink of an eye.

It was truly upsetting!

However, this house wasn't Harry's own after all.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't invite Dylan inside.

If Dylan really couldn't resist and used magic on his uncle and aunt, he would definitely be punished by the Ministry of Magic and the school.

Harry didn't want his good friend to take risks for him.

"Goodbye."

Dylan waved his hand and turned to leave.

In fact, before Harry appeared, if he had silently and wandlessly done something to Vernon to cause a minor accident, it wouldn't have had much impact.

He just needed to be careful with the degree.

After all, compared to ordinary young wizards,

Even though those who hadn't come of age had all signed guarantees,

In reality, the Ministry of Magic didn't really keep a close eye on them.

If they didn't use their own wands, some young wizards might cast spells in the Muggle world without necessarily getting caught.

Not to mention that Dylan could shield himself from others tracking his spellcasting.

And when little Voldy wasn't so old yet – or rather, when he was only sixteen, after he learned about his Muggle heritage,

He returned to the Gaunt family's old house.

He stunned his uncle Morfin Gaunt, took his wand,

And then went to the Riddle family's manor in Little Hangleton.

He directly used **Avada Kedavra** to kill his father – old Tom Riddle – who had abandoned him and his mother.

Little Hangleton was in the Muggle world.

At that time, little Voldy was only sixteen, not of age, and hadn't even graduated.

It was just that at the time of the murder, there were no other wizards around.

This resulted in no reaction from the Ministry of Magic at all.

So Dylan wasn't afraid that the Ministry of Magic would find out about his use of magic outside.

However, the problem was that as soon as Harry appeared,

Or rather, if any excessive magic was used around Harry,

Or even if magical fluctuations appeared near Harry, it was highly likely that the Ministry of Magic would directly detect it.

-- The Ministry of Magic was clearly keeping a very close eye on Harry.

This was both protection and vigilance.

So, if Dylan had dealt with Vernon silently and wandlessly before seeing Harry, he might have gotten away with it.

Because no wizard would have witnessed him using magic.

However, after Harry appeared, he couldn't do that anymore.

Otherwise, he had a feeling that as soon as he used magic,

Harry would definitely receive a letter from the Improper Use of Magic Office.

Dylan was absolutely certain of this.

Last summer,

Harry had been warned.

And he hadn't even used magic at the time.

Regardless of how different that magical fluctuation was from the magic a wizard could produce,

-- Even though it wasn't a wizard who cast the spell, but a house-elf.

Harry was still identified by the Ministry of Magic as the underage wizard who had broken the rules.

Harry being warned was a small matter, but if Dylan were drawn into the Ministry of Magic's sights, that would be a real problem.

So, in the end, Dylan only gave Harry a bunch of prank items and didn't personally take action to let the person who dared to yell at him upon meeting him feel the approach of death.

Dylan walked a few steps away, and Harry closed the door.

But almost the next instant,

Another scolding voice floated out of the house.

Dylan also heard Harry's retort, followed by a clattering sound.

Dylan chuckled.

The prank items he had prepared for Harry were more than just what he had mentioned.

If that old geezer really angered Harry, even using two a day would be enough for Harry to get through the rest of the summer.

After returning home,

Dylan continued his studies and research as usual.

Occasionally urging his old man to continue making more money,

And then giving him money to spend.

Until one morning in early August,

Dylan got up early as usual.

He had just finished making breakfast, and the steaming hot food emitted an enticing aroma.

He took off his apron and was about to go wake up his parents, who had probably gone out again last night and hadn't come home until ten o'clock.

-- God, not coming home until ten o'clock at night is already late, but even if they just went straight to bed, they shouldn't be getting up this late, right?

His parents must have been trying for another kid again last night!

Give up, you two, you're not going to make one!

-- At least not before he graduates!

Just then,

The sound of flapping wings came from outside the window.

Dylan turned his head and saw an owl perched on the windowsill.

"Oh, has my pre-ordered Daily Prophet arrived?"

Dylan walked over and familiarly slipped five Knuts into the cute little pouch on the owl's chest.

Then he casually picked up a piece of fried egg he had just made from the table and tossed it to the owl.

The owl immediately tilted its head back, caught it, and swallowed the fried egg in a few bites.

With a couple of hoots, the owl happily flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.

Dylan picked up the newspaper and glanced at it.

But he saw a huge headline.

"Convict Escapes! Extremely Dangerous! The Wizarding World May Once Again Be in Peril!"

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"Finally escaped? This headline is quite exaggerated too. Sirius Black, making the entire wizarding world in peril? You're treating him like Voldemort!"

Dylan scoffed, his gaze falling below the headline to a large photo that took up a significant portion of the page.

The man in it had a gaunt face, his skin looked like it had been drained of moisture, with deep wrinkles, and his hair was like tangled clumps of dry grass, scattered haphazardly across his face.

The most striking feature was his deeply sunken eye sockets.

A pair of eyes revealed extreme madness and paranoia, staring straight ahead as if they wanted to break through the newspaper and enter the real world.

"This photo is really well done, it immediately establishes his character."

Dylan clicked his tongue in wonder.

Just looking at this photo, anyone would have to say – this person is definitely a wanted criminal!

Even when Dylan had recently resumed buying the Daily Prophet, he had seen Kelsas's wanted poster in the newspaper.

Even though he hadn't even shown his face, he was described as a fierce and evil person, a ruthless executioner.

If Kelsas wasn't himself, he would have been scared of this guy known as the Fool.

(End of this chapter)