Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

"By the way, Hagrid," Harry said, turning to Hagrid. "I heard from Malfoy and the others that Gringotts was broken into. And it happened on the same day we went to Diagon Alley to buy supplies."

Hagrid became even more evasive at this.

Seeing this, Dylan stood up. "It's getting late. Let's head back. I'm sure Hagrid has to patrol the Forbidden Forest soon anyway."

Hagrid paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly. "Yeah, I need to make my rounds in the forest."

Harry hesitated before finally standing up. "Alright, we'll head back then."

Hagrid walked them out of his hut and, after seeing them off, turned and headed toward the Forbidden Forest.

Harry seemed preoccupied the entire way back.

Dylan, on the other hand, couldn't quite remember the details about the Gringotts break-in.

"Was it the Philosopher's Stone?" he wondered.

He vaguely recalled that the Philosopher's Stone had been stored in Gringotts before. The break-in happened on the same day Harry went to Diagon Alley, so it was likely that Hagrid had retrieved the Stone, and someone had targeted it, leading to the attack.

Once he pieced it together, Dylan didn't think much of it. Whether it was about the Philosopher's Stone or not, Voldemort was going to be defeated eventually. He wasn't particularly concerned about these things.

In fact, he'd only just heard about the Gringotts break-in from Harry.

"Malfoy really has a thing for Harry, doesn't he? He can't keep anything to himself," Dylan thought, shaking his head inwardly.

Honestly, he believed that instead of worrying about getting involved in the plot, it was better to focus on learning a few more spells and mastering them.

"Voldemort might not even have a higher level of Dark Magic than me," Dylan mused.

As he was lost in thought, Harry suddenly spoke up. "Dylan, why do you think someone would break into Gringotts?"

Dylan blinked. "Because Gringotts is an easy target?"

"Huh?" Harry was confused.

Dylan chuckled. "What else could it be? The most valuable things in Gringotts are the money and treasures stored there. It's like robbing a bank—the thieves are after the wealth inside. It's not like they're after the tellers, right? If they just wanted to kidnap someone, they could grab anyone off the street. Why go through the trouble of breaking into a bank? And let's be real, who'd want to kidnap those goblins? They're not exactly lookers."

Harry pursed his lips, looking a bit dazed. "I guess that makes sense, but… Hagrid said Gringotts is the safest place. If even it can be broken into, doesn't that scare you?"

"Scare me?" Dylan gave him a strange look.

With Voldemort out there—even if the noseless guy showed up in person—if Dylan played his cards right, a well-timed Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse, Fiendfyre, or Avada Kedavra might just be enough to take him down. And once he mastered spells like Diffindo, Sectumsempra, and Bombarda… who was afraid of whom?

"Wait a minute!" Dylan suddenly realized something was off.

"Didn't I come to Hogwarts to learn how to protect myself? How did I end up focusing on offensive spells?"

"Dylan? Are you okay?" Harry's voice brought him back to reality.

Dylan shook his head. "It's nothing. I just got lost in thought about some studying stuff."

Ron looked shocked. "How do you get distracted by thinking about studying while we're just walking and talking? Is this what my brother calls a 'natural-born scholar'?"

Returning to the topic, Dylan said, "Honestly, there's nothing to be scared of."

"Oh?" Harry looked at him.

Dylan shrugged casually. "I don't have any money stored there. Even if they emptied the place, I wouldn't lose a thing."

"Huh?" Harry's face scrunched up in confusion.

What did storing money have to do with anything? He was asking about the safety of the wizarding world—if even Gringotts could be attacked, wasn't Hogwarts at risk too? What did that have to do with whether or not Dylan had money in Gringotts?

"Wait, maybe it does matter!" Harry suddenly remembered that his parents had left him a sizable inheritance in Gringotts.

His eyes widened. Gringotts couldn't be emptied!

When they got back to the dorm, Dylan tidied up a bit and started organizing his class notes. He wrote down the questions he wanted to ask Professor Snape over the weekend, then spent some time reading before washing up and going to bed.

He couldn't keep using *Scourgify* every day. Dylan had noticed that relying on magic for cleaning made him feel like things weren't truly clean. Brushing his teeth manually felt more thorough and reassuring.

The next morning, Dylan woke up early. Since he'd gone to bed early, he was up with the sun.

The Hogwarts grounds were quiet on Saturday morning, with most students still asleep. Dylan strolled along the empty paths, heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. Afterward, he visited the owlery to check on Luna. The little owl was full of energy, her snowy feathers gleaming.

Recently, he'd exchanged several letters with his family, letting them know he was doing well and keeping busy at Hogwarts. He also mentioned that he was no longer living in a basement—though he was sharing a room with four others, it was still an improvement.

He'd also sent his parents some money to invest in the stock market. It was 1991, and the Muggle world was pretty much the same as he remembered. Companies like American Express, OPhone, and Walmart existed here too. He'd instructed his dad to invest all their money in these stocks.

Thankfully, he'd earned a decent amount of gold from completing achievements, and combined with the money his parents had given him, he'd converted it all to pounds and sent it home.

His reasoning was simple: "Dad, I've met so many amazing professors here at Hogwarts. They're incredibly knowledgeable. Did you see the money I sent? Follow my instructions, and we won't lose out."

This was technically two separate points, but when read together, it gave the impression that the investment advice had come from Hogwarts professors. His parents, as he'd expected, assumed the stock tips were from the school's faculty.

Dylan didn't feel guilty about this. After all, he wasn't outright lying.

"This doesn't count as deception, right?" he thought.

Checking the time, Dylan realized it was almost time for the professors to start their day. He wasn't sure if Snape would be in his office yet, but he'd mentioned his visit after class the day before, so Snape was likely expecting him.

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