Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

Dylan was utterly exasperated by these little brats. 

He couldn't help but recall his own childhood, wondering if he had been as prone to throwing tantrums as Ron and the others. 

After a brief moment of reflection, he shook his head to himself. 

That time was too far gone. He had already lived through two lifetimes, and those memories were long faded. 

The group had just arrived at the Great Hall. 

They hadn't even had a chance to settle in when Quirrell suddenly burst through the doors, his face pale with terror. 

"Troll! In the dungeon… Troll!" 

Dylan was in the middle of eating a lamb chop. 

He didn't react much to Quirrell's dramatic entrance, but Harry, sitting beside him, nearly choked on his mashed potatoes. 

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" 

Dylan handed him a glass of milk. 

Harry shot him a grateful look and gulped it down, finally catching his breath. 

Meanwhile, the cheerful atmosphere in the Great Hall had turned to chaos. 

The younger students were frozen in fear, some even letting out screams. 

The older students, though slightly more composed, were also visibly alarmed, scrambling to their feet and fumbling for their wands. 

In an instant, the entire hall was in disarray. 

No one even noticed Quirrell, who had collapsed on the floor. 

"CALM DOWN!" 

Suddenly, a burst of purple fireworks exploded above the Great Hall. 

Dumbledore's booming voice drowned out all the screams. 

"Wow, that Sonorus Charm was perfectly executed!" Dylan thought to himself. 

He had also studied the Sonorus Charm. 

In fact, he had dabbled in many spells. 

It wasn't that he wanted to master everything, but with six max-level Dark Magic spells under his belt, he found that many magical principles were interconnected. 

This allowed him to pick up new spells with ease, often reaching a basic proficiency (levels 1-4) without much effort. 

For Dylan, the philosophy was simple: learn as many spells as possible. 

It was better to know a spell, even at a basic level, than not to know it at all. 

As for mastering them, that could come later. 

Some might say, "Jack of all trades, master of none," but Dylan believed in being a "Jack of all trades, master of many." 

Besides, many spells shared similarities, and learning one could often lead to breakthroughs in others. 

"All prefects, lead your houses back to the dormitories!" Dumbledore's voice echoed through the hall. 

Harry and Ron exchanged uneasy glances, clearly thinking about Hermione. 

Dylan, on the other hand, took the opportunity to analyze Dumbledore's mastery of the Sonorus Charm. 

"Hmm… he must be at least level 8 in proficiency. The sound is not only powerful but also smooth and pleasant, without a hint of harshness." 

Meanwhile, Percy, Ron's older brother, was bustling about, herding the first-year Gryffindors. 

"Come on, stop eating! You! Yes, you! Put down that Chocolate Frog and get in line!" 

"And you! What are you eating? Spicy Slug Treats? That's too hot for someone your age! Get up and follow me!" 

Percy led the first-year Gryffindors out of the Great Hall in an orderly fashion. 

Along the way, Harry and Ron huddled together, making their way over to Dylan. 

Both looked worried. 

"A troll in the school? This is unbelievable!" Harry whispered. "And Hermione wasn't at the feast. She might not even know about the troll!" 

"Well…" Dylan paused. "She probably doesn't." 

It was obvious. The news about the troll had just broken, so how could Hermione know? 

"What?" Harry's eyes widened. 

Ron, too, was starting to panic. He set aside his earlier sulkiness and asked, "Should we go look for her?" 

Dylan's eyes flickered. 

If he went after the troll now, he might run into other professors. 

But if he went with Harry and Ron… 

"Fine. I'll just use the Killing Curse as if it's the Severing Charm." 

He had already modified the visual effects of his spells to emit pink sparkles. Even if Harry and the others saw him casting, they wouldn't be able to tell what spell he was using. 

And since his Dark Magic left no trace, even if Harry reported what he saw to Professor McGonagall, no one would be able to prove what spell he had used. 

"We have to find Hermione!" Harry said firmly. 

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's sneak out of the line!" Ron grabbed both Harry and Dylan by the arms. 

Dylan: "…" 

I didn't even say I was coming! 

But thinking about the materials he could harvest from the troll, Dylan decided to go along with it. 

He crouched down with Ron and Harry, sneaking out of the line. 

"Too bad my system doesn't have a pet-taming feature," Dylan mused. 

Just then, Harry spoke up. "This way." 

"Where are we going?" Dylan asked. 

"I don't know," Harry replied, his eyes darting around as he led Ron and Dylan through the corridors. 

"…" 

Dylan had no idea what they were so fired up about. 

"Oh no, someone's coming! Hide!" 

Harry, who had just rounded a corner, quickly pulled Dylan and Ron back, ducking into the shadows. 

Ron followed suit, his movements smooth and practiced. 

Dylan raised an eyebrow. 

A moment later, a group of black-robed figures swept past the corridor. 

"That was Professor Snape," Harry whispered, peeking out cautiously. 

"Where should we look for Hermione?" Ron asked, his voice low. "I heard she's been crying in the bathroom." 

"Let's check there," Dylan said. Once the coast was clear, he pulled out his wand. 

"Disillusionment Charm!" 

The Disillusionment Charm was an advanced spell, and Dylan's proficiency was at level 5. 

While he couldn't achieve complete invisibility like Dumbledore or Voldemort, it was more than enough to fool the younger students. 

A shower of pink sparkles enveloped them. 

Harry and Ron stared in awe. 

"Dylan, you…" 

(End of Chapter)