Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

"Since the Ministry of Magic will be providing food for the Dementors, I guess I don't need to specifically catch people just to be their meals anymore," Dylan mused, rubbing his chin and glancing at the seven Dementors standing stiffly before him.

Immediately after, his lips curved upwards, a look of goodwill appearing in his eyes. However, when this expression landed on the Dementors, it was utterly terrifying.

It felt just like someone turning their head and seeing a rabbit grinning at them, its mouth stretched nearly to its ears.

The seven Dementors shivered again.

"Don't be so scared," Dylan said gently. "I'm not going to do anything to you." "Since one meal can keep you going for a full month, I'll let you out normally."

As soon as he finished speaking, the few Dementors who roughly understood what Dylan meant were taken aback.

Dylan's tone suddenly shifted. "However, if you think about taking the chance to escape..."

The curve of Dylan's lips widened.

"You've felt the mark on you, haven't you? Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll find you. And if you make me waste my study time bringing you back... Heh heh heh~"

Dylan's voice was cold, and the Dementors couldn't shake the feeling that the air around them had suddenly turned chilly. Little A was the first to immediately shake its head. "Good, as long as you understand what I mean," Dylan smiled faintly.

Dementors couldn't just pop up directly inside Hogwarts. So Dylan wanted to get these Dementors back to the Ministry of Magic. The only way was to sneak out of Hogwarts next time he got the chance, go to Hogsmeade Village, and "return" the Dementors to the Ministry.

However, before doing that. Dylan planned to research how to combine summoning magic, the Dark Mark, and various other spells. He wanted to figure out a way to directly summon these Dementors back to him.

"But a month, it's not long, not short either, but I probably can't research that kind of spell within a month," he thought. "After all, not only do I have so many classes, but I also have the Time-Turner to study. That thing definitely takes priority over dealing with these Dementors." "As for if it's not done in a month..."

A figure suddenly popped into Dylan's mind. "That rat Ron keeps, Madame Pomfrey has already refused to admit and treat it. But that's normal, that idiot keeps having Ron bring it to the Hospital Wing every couple of days, who could possibly stand that?"

When Dylan had tried attacking Scabbers with spells, it hadn't left any obvious marks at all. Not even internal injuries. At most, it just tormented it on a spiritual level. That was it.

How could Madame Pomfrey possibly find anything wrong?

Madame Pomfrey later told Ron that his rat was likely just deliberately putting on a show of being in pain to get its owner's attention. She even gave Ron a telling-off, telling him to pay more attention to his pet normally.

This made Ron depressed for quite a while. If he didn't care about his pet, would he bring Scabbers to the Hospital Wing to see a doctor every day? He thought the rat, having been passed down for three generations, was going to kick the bucket on his watch! He was worried sick about it, how could he *not* care about his pet?

Later, Ron noticed his rat wasn't showing signs of pain as frequently as before. So he stopped bothering Madame Pomfrey. It was just that sometimes, Scabbers would still cry out in pain, and he had no idea why. Even if Madame Pomfrey told him off, he'd still bring it to the Hospital Wing to check its condition.

Although Madame Pomfrey had told Ron not to bring his pet over anymore. When someone actually brought it in. She couldn't possibly turn them away. She could only examine it again, and still find nothing wrong. In the end, she would keep the rat in the Hospital Wing for a few days to observe its condition. Once it seemed better, she'd return it to Ron.

"Dementors can actually suck the happy memories from other living beings too, it's just that highly intelligent species aren't that common, and the level of intelligence clearly affects the memories."

It's precisely because human emotions are the strongest among all creatures. Therefore, the Dementors' favorite food naturally became human memories and souls.

— After all, they themselves were born from human despair and suffering.

"Peter Pettigrew looks like a rat on the surface, but in reality, he's a human. If I could borrow Peter Pettigrew from Ron from time to time..."

Dylan gave a slight smile. Then, even if he didn't return these Dementors to the Ministry of Magic, they wouldn't be short on food.

Dylan stood rooted to the spot, thinking about what he needed to do next. The seven Dementors didn't dare to move, standing quietly before Dylan, keeping him company in this impromptu "standing penalty."

"To fully grasp the working principles of the Time-Turner, I need to learn more advanced Alchemy," he thought. "Besides that, I also need to research summoning spells for Dementors." "Progress in my other subjects and homework isn't a rush, but if I'm really going to ask old Headmaster Dumbledore to teach me Alchemy, it's best to master Gubraithian fire along with it." "Plus, my various experiments and my absorption of new knowledge."

Hmm... He felt like the time he had for rest seemed to be getting less and less.

Pursing his lips, Dylan sighed slightly. "Fortunately, Lupin doesn't need a bottle of Wolfsbane Potion every day or week, I only need to brew one before each full moon."

Although researching various magic and experiments meant his leisure time was decreasing. In reality, Dylan didn't feel tired or bored at all. On the contrary, it was precisely because he was interested in these things that he was willing to spend the time and effort doing them.

To be able to come to such a world full of magic. How could one not feel excited and dive right into it?

Dylan lightly tapped his foot. He floated up. Then, he left the isolated island, crossed the ocean, and arrived at the small wooden house at the edge of the forest.

"Moo!" Coal Ball ran over. Norberta also flapped her wings and landed on the ground. Dylan threw them some food.

Next, he opened the small warehouse door behind the wooden house. *Creak* Lockhart's figure was curled up in the corner. He had been in this state all day. He wasn't sure if it was because Dylan had brought the Dementors in here.

At this moment, the sky in the pet space had also turned dark, just like the outside. Moonlight seeped in through the gaps in the crooked wooden boards of the warehouse, weaving spiderweb-like silver patterns on Lockhart. He was curled up in a slightly moldy pile of hay, repeatedly carving his name on the dirt floor with a dead twig.

Seeing Dylan push the door open, he finally stopped, raised his head, and a flicker of clarity mixed with the dullness in his eyes. "The signing... has it started?" Lockhart fumbled to get up.

Dylan raised an eyebrow. Had this guy remembered something? Or had he kept this fellow locked up here for too long and he was going a bit mad?

However, it wasn't Dylan's research time right now; he wanted to go out and read for a while longer, so he didn't pay too much attention to Lockhart's condition, just threw him a few pieces of bread.

Lockhart saw the bread, smelled the rich aroma wafting in the air, and started to drool. He quickly lunged over, hugged the pieces of bread to his chest, and chewed them ravenously.

"...Didn't I just give you food this afternoon? You look like that, making it seem like I treat you badly."

Lockhart looked up and just gave Dylan a silly giggle.

"..." Dylan rolled his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, listening to the satisfied gurgling sound in Lockhart's throat as he ate. Watching him unconsciously pick at the breadcrumbs on the ground with his fingertips after finishing the last bite of bread.

Dylan smacked his lips. "Maybe I should let him walk around outside. Always being locked up here, even if his soul is still present, the person will become numb, like a walking corpse."

Thinking of this, Dylan lightly raised his wand. "Imperius Curse." The spell quickly invaded Lockhart's mind.

His movements became stiff, and like a puppet on strings, he followed Dylan out of the wooden house warehouse.

*Whoosh* Just then, a dark figure leaped lightly from the treetop. It landed steadily on Dylan's shoulder.

"Moo~" "Why aren't you eating?" Dylan smiled softly.

*Whoosh* The sound of wind swept past. A Norwegian Ridgeback, whose size could already be considered large, also landed beside Dylan.

"Keep an eye on him," Dylan instructed Coal Ball and Norberta. "Let him move around more normally. Before, you were lazy and let him wander around by himself, and he nearly became a goblin's toyboy. I really don't want to control a guy who's lost his back-door chastity, got it?"

As Dylan finished speaking. The night mist, carrying the salty smell of the sea, drifted in. Lockhart was currently slumped in front of Norberta's dragon claws. Coal Ball groomed its fur with elegant movements, glanced at Dylan, and nodded.

"Moo!" Seeing them agree so readily. Dylan narrowed his eyes and tossed two meat strips to Coal Ball and two to Norberta.

"Alright, I'll head out now. Don't let him run off." As he finished speaking, Dylan's figure flickered and disappeared from the pet space.

When he emerged from the suitcase. He was just about to continue reading for a bit. But as soon as he came out, he found that all his roommates were back in the dormitory. And Harry and Ron weren't on their own beds; instead, they were with Neville and Seamus. The four of them were sitting together in a circle.

Dylan heard a rather strange laugh coming from between them. It sounded a bit like a cat laughing. Dylan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Dylan, come here quickly." Neville was half-lying on his bed at this moment, and noticing Dylan's appearance, he immediately waved at him.

"What are you laughing about?" Dylan walked over, surveying the area around the four boys.

"Are you keeping a cat in the dorm again?"

Neville grinned, shaking his head happily, and said to Dylan, "No, that's Harry laughing."

"Harry's laughing?" Dylan was even more confused. He walked over and sat on the edge of Neville's bed. Harry and Ron were both sitting on Seamus's bed.

Just then, Dylan noticed a small box of sweets by Neville's bed. "What's this?"

"Voice-Changing Sweets!" Neville gave a mischievous grin.

"Meow meow meow meow meow!" Harry opened his mouth, but what came out was a string of cat sounds.

"You..." Seamus stood up at this moment. He came over to Dylan and took a sweet from the small box. The sweet had no wrapper, you could eat it directly.

Dylan watched as Seamus ate the sweet, then stuck two red feathers on top of his head. They looked like bird feathers or chicken feathers.

Seamus suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. "Cluck cluck cluck!" A hoarse crowing sound came out.

Seamus, still wearing socks, put one foot on his own bed, curled his left hand into a beak shape and put it to his lips, his knuckles naturally bent to imitate the curve of a chicken's claw. He grabbed the back hem of his robe with his right hand and lifted it up. The fabric puffed out, looking like a chicken's tail fanned out behind him. He slightly hunched his back, stretched his neck forward, and bobbed his head from side to side. And the sounds he made were almost identical to a chicken's calls.

"These are things the Fred and George twins made," Neville explained. "I heard they put a lot of effort and work into them."

"And they gave us the first box!" Ron tilted his head back proudly.

"The first box?" Dylan's mouth twitched.

"Yep! The first box!" Ron said, looking proud.

"..." How did the Weasley family end up with such a simpleton?

"That shouldn't be anything to be proud of, should it? Since it's the first box, did Fred and George test the effects of the sweets? You weren't used as the first batch of guinea pigs, were you?"

Dylan looked at the four of them: "Just like the guinea pigs we catch in Transfiguration class."

The boys' cheerful expressions suddenly froze on their faces.

"I... I don't think anything will happen, right? Harry and Seamus ate them," Ron said hesitantly.

Neville blinked, then suddenly realised: "It's your turn next, Ron. You try one first. I'll try one after you."

Ron: "Uh... okay."

Ron swallowed, looking at the box of sweets Neville held out to him.

"Cluck cluck cluck!" "Meow meow meow!" Harry and Seamus seemed to be urging Ron to hurry.

Ron gritted his teeth, grabbed a sweet, and was about to pop it into his mouth. Dylan looked over and immediately noticed that the sweet in Ron's hand seemed a bit different from the others. He was just about to call out a warning, but Ron had already swallowed the sweet.

"..." Dylan leaned back slightly.

The next moment. Ron suddenly grinned and let out a burp. "WHOOOOSH!" The whistle of a steam train suddenly blared from Ron's mouth. Little wisps of hot mist, carrying the smell of sugar, even puffed out from between his teeth. Tiny plumes of silver-grey smoke even rose from the top of Ron's head, condensing into miniature clouds under the chandelier.

The dormitory immediately fell silent. Harry's mouth was open. Seamus's eyes were wide. After five seconds of dead silence.

Dylan's soft chuckle was the first sound heard.

Immediately after, Neville slapped his thigh and fell back laughing into a pile of pillows.

Ron frantically covered his mouth, but air hissed out from between his fingers as if they were leaking. He had just let go, wanting to explain.

"WHOOSH!!!" A louder whistle suddenly blasted out. It shook the Quidditch posters on the wall, making them tremble.

"Hahahahahaha!" Seamus clutched his stomach and rolled right onto the floor. Neville was laughing so hard he was hammering the mattress. Harry, on the other hand, was pressing his hand tightly over his mouth, not wanting to laugh at his best friend, but he couldn't stop letting out muffled snorts of laughter.

Dylan also couldn't help but laugh. As expected of the Fred and George twins. Their tricks really were endless. Voice-Changing Sweets, they could even change your voice to a train whistle.

"I saw that sweet was so big and wanted to warn you, but sorry, you ate it too quickly..." Moonlight slanted in through the tower window.

It illuminated Ron's face, which had turned beetroot red. He gripped the gold and scarlet lion crest on the bedsheet tightly, his nose still dotted with condensed water droplets from the steam, looking exactly like a steam train engine hit by a Freezing Charm.

"WHOOSH!" The moment he opened his mouth, another whistle sounded.

"Hahahaha!" The boys were laughing uncontrollably.

Ron, his face dark, handed the box of sweets in his hand to Dylan.

Dylan looked at the few remaining sweets in the small box and blinked.

Neville, who was next to him, paused and quickly said, "Maybe we should stop here. Who knows what weird sound the next sweet will make someone produce."

"WHOOSH!!" Ron opened his mouth. He pointed to his mouth with his other hand. The meaning was roughly, who could possibly make a weirder sound than him?

Dylan chuckled, also finding these Voice-Changing Sweets amusing, and picked up a blue one, holding it between his fingertips.

He had no idea where the Fred and George twins got so many mischievous ideas from. But then again...

"Experiments need some wild ideas. Sometimes my ideas for research might be a bit too conservative. In this regard, I really should learn from the Fred and George twins. I need to be bolder in the future, and maybe some strange ideas will pop up."

Under the watchful eyes of the others, filled with both anticipation and curiosity. Dylan ate the sweet. He opened his mouth.

A sound that sounded very simple and honest came out. "MOO~~!"

(End of Chapter)