Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

Just as that possibility popped into his mind, the Hippogriff Sequer, who Dylan was riding, was about to fly towards the ground.

But Dylan suddenly whacked Sequer on the backside with his wand.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

"Screech!"

Sequer cried out in pain, quite involuntarily. It twisted its head back with a resentful look.

*You want me to fly, so I'm flying, but why hit me? And with a wand, no less!*

Dylan had never extracted and refined the soul of a Hippogriff before, so naturally, he didn't understand their language. However, he could tell what the creature was trying to express through its eyes – but he couldn't have cared less. He even raised his wand again.

"Don't want to fly anymore?"

"Screech!"

Sequer quickly tilted its head up and flapped its pure black wings. The air pressure lifted them high into the sky once more, even higher and further than before!

Down below, Hagrid looked startled. Watching Sequer carry Dylan higher and higher, almost as if they were planning to fly away entirely, his expression changed, and his heart began to pound.

Hermione gasped from the side, "Your Hippogriff is out of control! Where is it taking Dylan?"

Hagrid clenched his fists, unsure how to respond.

Meanwhile, Malfoy, standing amongst the other students, looked up at the sky with a suspicious frown. Dylan and that beast were practically black dots now.

Was the *beast* out of control? But he could have sworn he saw Hockwood just now, whacking the beast's backside with his wand. Was it really out of control, or was it being *forced*?

For once, Malfoy actually felt a strange pang of sympathy for a beast.

Just as he suspected, it turned out he was right. Waves of delighted laughter drifted down from Dylan high in the sky.

Malfoy's face darkened on the ground. He knew it! And even if that beast *were* out of control, he didn't believe for a second that Hockwood would be in any real danger! The way that guy researched all sorts of spells... it was honestly jaw-dropping. He even suspected Dylan had already mastered the Unforgivable Curses! And maybe Dumbledore had even taught him! People said Dumbledore didn't know Dark magic? Honestly, that was a lie only fools would believe! He certainly wouldn't fall for it!

Up in the distant sky, Dylan revelled in the exhilaration of high-speed flight. A sense of pure joy welled up inside him – it wasn't overwhelming, but he tried his best to expand it, ignoring the looks of others, ignoring their opinions, and not caring if anyone saw through the many abilities he hid, the unknown and unknowable other side of him.

To heck with Dumbledore! So what if I *am* Karsus?! I'm going to capture every creature and drain their blood dry! I'm going to turn the entire wizarding world into my own personal backyard! Voldemort can go live somewhere else, or die somewhere else for all I care, just don't get in the way of me researching fascinating and fun magic!

Until at a certain moment, he whipped his wand again and shouted the incantation loudly—

"Expecto Patronum!"

This time, as the Hippogriff beneath Dylan beat its wings, slicing through the clouds, silver-white substance poured from the tip of Dylan's wand, forming a misty vapour. It swirled together thousands of feet in the air, like someone tossing stardust onto a lake, or like a wispy afterimage being pulled from the depths of a dream.

Dylan felt a surge of surprise and delight. Watching the silver-white substance swirling around him, he was certain this time he would succeed! He would summon his Patronus!

The silver strands of light folded in the air, first outlining the curved spine of a beast, then shoulder blades rose from the void, causing ripples throughout the surrounding air. The beast's mane flowed down like a river of liquid silver, each strand of light trailing a semi-transparent wake.

Under Dylan's expectant gaze, the beast's skull finally formed. In the empty eye sockets, two points of ghostly blue fire first ignited, then transformed into bottomless starry abysses.

"This is..." Dylan watched it, a little surprised. Why did this Patronus look so much like... a Kylin?

It wasn't until his Patronus fully appeared that Dylan accidentally caught a glimpse of its backside.

Wait a minute! Why didn't it have an... er, exit?

So, could this be... a Pixiu?!

The Patronus stepped forward and landed in front of Dylan. It had a dragon's head with horns, a horse's body, scaled legs, and a lion's mane.

"It's really a Pixiu?? How on earth could *I* summon a Pixiu?!"

A Patronus summoned by the Patronus Charm isn't random; it's the physical manifestation of a wizard's purest power and deepest personality. Other people got stags, or wolves, or dogs. So why did the style suddenly change for him? What was this hinting at? That he only took things in and never let anything out??? What the heck...

Dylan looked at his Patronus, his earlier joy now replaced by bewilderment and confusion. He'd been trying to summon a Patronus for ages, and every time it had been a miserable failure. Now, finally, with just a tiny spark of insight, he had successfully cast the Patronus Charm, only for it to turn into a creature he was very familiar with, but one that really shouldn't be here.

However, this sense of bewilderment was quickly replaced by another feeling. The Pixiu hadn't fully appeared yet; its body was still gradually revealing itself. As Dylan watched the process of its body emerging, a sentence suddenly rose in his mind—

"It is a pleasure to see you in the material world."

That was the very first thing Professor Trelawney had said in their Divination class that morning. Right now, the process of the Pixiu appearing almost seemed to confirm that statement. Because the light bursting from his Patronus's eyes wasn't the light of the material world at all; it was more like a projection from some spiritual dimension.

The Pixiu landed in front of him, its large head looking endearingly simple and a bit clumsy. When it saw Dylan looking at it, it even grinned widely, a silly chuckle seeming to escape it. Its red tongue lolled out.

Dylan blinked. "Doesn't seem very clever, does it?"

Suddenly, watching the creature pawing at the air with its three-toed paws, Dylan froze again.

Hold on a second!

Dylan saw the sharp-toothed mouth spread wide in the beast's head. Where there should have been a majestic dragon's snout, there was now a fluffy white clump stuck to the corner of its mouth, looking suspiciously like... fluff. It actually looked a bit like Ornn.

Wait a minute! Dylan immediately leaned closer, scrutinizing the creature from head to toe once it had fully solidified.

"No, it's not a Pixiu! It's a Poro!"

Dylan was stunned to discover that his Patronus was actually a Poro! He didn't know if it was wearing a Pixiu costume or if it had simply grown into the shape of a Pixiu.

Dylan stood dumbfounded for a moment, slowly recovering his senses.

"No wonder it doesn't have an... exit." He took a deep breath and smacked his lips.

Well, a Poro was a Poro. In a certain freezing cold region, Poros were considered sacred creatures, representing love, courage, and hope. And a Patronus represented a wizard's core spirit. So, this just proved that he wasn't a greedy fellow who only took and never gave; instead, he was a very loving and kind little wizard.

"See? I told you! I just take a little blood from the Basilisk every day and pull off a scale every so often. I've even been bothering Tom much less lately. Doesn't that prove I'm a little wizard with great love?"

Dylan was happy again.

Meanwhile, Dylan saw another Hippogriff taking off below. He told Sequer to fly down a bit and saw it was Harry. After greeting him, Dylan was about to head back to the ground when he saw Malfoy, clearly annoyed that Harry had successfully ridden a Hippogriff, try to force another one to cooperate with him, only to get knocked flying.

Dylan watched the fellow hit a tree like a cannonball and couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath. That platinum-blonde head was really unlucky! No, wait, Malfoy had provoked them first anyway.

Dylan had already dispersed his Poro. Hagrid was frantically herding the remaining Hippogriffs back into the clump of trees opposite. He then scooped up the unconscious Malfoy and hurried towards the castle – any later and who knew if a student might actually die in his class! He certainly didn't want such a serious accident on his first day of teaching!

Hagrid was gone for quite a while, but he couldn't manage to snap the surrounding students out of their shock – they were all terrified. The students who had already interacted with the Hippogriffs were now subtly trembling. They had lost their caution around these dangerous creatures earlier because Dylan was soaring through the air! Thankfully, they had maintained proper manners, unlike that idiot Draco, who clearly had a death wish challenging these big guys!

Hermione stood rooted to the spot, looking pale. Seeing Dylan dismount from Sequer, she quickly pulled him aside.

"Oh, thank goodness, that was so dangerous!"

Dylan looked at her. "I thought you'd be thrilled to see Malfoy get knocked about."

Hermione's face darkened. "Even if I don't like him, he's still a classmate, and I don't want to see him die! Besides, getting that close to a wild beast is so dangerous. It's lucky it was Malfoy who got hurt. What if it had been you or Harry?"

Dylan stared at her blankly. Ron pointed to his own nose. "What about me?"

Hermione glanced at him. "What about you?"

"Why are you only worried about those two?"

Hermione sniffed dismissively. "You didn't go up! When Hagrid called you just now, weren't you so scared you hid behind me?"

"...Look at the blood on the ground, Merlin's trousers, I think Malfoy might be stuck in bed for a whole month." Ron looked at the spatters of blood on the nearby grass, changing the subject.

Hermione pursed her lips. "This is the wizarding world. Malfoy only has physical injuries. Madam Pomfrey will heal him quickly."

Ron was speechless. What else could he say?

Just then, Harry also landed slowly on the Hippogriff, the strong airflow kicking up dust from the ground. Once Buckbeak was standing steadily on all four feet, Harry quickly dismounted.

"What happened?" He had seen the mess on the ground from above and figured something bad must have occurred, so he'd flown down quickly. The moment he landed, he saw the winding bloodstains amongst the grass blades glinting rusty red in the scattered light. The thick blood droplets were still fresh, dripping down the dandelion stems and making dark circles on the earth.

"What's wrong? Was someone hurt?" Harry asked anxiously.

Dylan quickly explained the situation. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. But once he'd collected himself, he was still concerned for his friends' safety and hurried forward to check if they were injured.

"I'm fine, I was in the air just now too." Dylan watched Harry kneading Ron's face into a worried ball and quickly spoke up when he saw Harry look his way.

"Oh, right, you were, weren't you?" Harry remembered and walked towards Hermione.

"I'm fine too." Hermione batted Harry's hands away.

Dylan then walked towards Buckbeak, who was standing nearby. This startled Hermione, Ron, and the others.

"Hey! Dylan, what are you doing? Be careful! They're dangerous!"

"Don't worry," Dylan's voice called back, "These little guys aren't that strong."

He left Hermione and the others completely bewildered. Ron muttered in confusion, his voice low, "Didn't he see how Malfoy was beaten raw?"

Hermione was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Dylan is much stronger than us. We really don't need to worry about him."

Dylan approached the Hippogriff Harry had just ridden. "Hello there, Abygon... I mean, Buckbeak."

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Buckbeak paused, tilting its head. This little wizard, who could even ride Sequer, seemed different from other humans. It was about to respond as Hagrid had taught it – if a little wizard greeted it, it should return the greeting. But just as it was about to bow to Dylan, the other boy didn't continue interacting and instead turned and walked towards the clump of trees.

Buckbeak: (●°u°●)」

"Screech..." It pawed the ground with a front hoof.

Hermione and Ron, along with the rest of the students, watched, utterly baffled.

Dylan walked to the edge of the trees. Once he passed through, he saw the group of Hippogriffs Hagrid had just herded inside.

"Hey, little ones." Dylan nodded to the other Hippogriffs, then walked towards Sequer.

"Screech?" Sequer looked at Dylan, its golden eyes filled with confusion. His human companion had just been sent flying; wasn't he angry? He didn't seem scared either – *that* it found normal enough.

"Here, these are really good quality meat strips. My pets and owl love them. You should try some too." Dylan pulled out a large handful of the strips and placed them in front of Sequer. "You can share them with your friends. Sharing is good, and I'm very happy to share."

"Screech!" Sequer cried out the moment Dylan took out the dried meat, drawn in by the delicious smell. The other Hippogriffs nearby also craned their necks forward but still didn't approach.

"You eat first. I need to head back now – I'll come see you again next time, don't worry – soon." Dylan was still thinking about whether he could somehow sneak a few Hippogriffs into his pet space. So, he decided – when he saw Hagrid later, maybe he could agree to a late-night rendezvous in the little forest.