What kind of spell?
Why, the Wand Beautification Charm, of course\!
For just one hundred Galleons, the Killing Curse, at the moment of casting, can transform into a holy sword to cleave through hell\!
*Avada Kedavra*?
No, it's *Avada Redemption*\!
For just one hundred Galleons, let the Killing Curse unleash the judgment light cannon of an archangel\!
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Dylan suppressed the abstract thoughts in his mind, sneered, and pointed his wand directly at the diary.
The power of the sacred and the evil clashed in the air, light flashing as it bit straight towards the target.
"Ah\!"
The Killing Curse struck the diary, which trembled violently like prey hit by a massive force.
The symbols on the cover crumbled and dimmed again, the paper sizzling as if scorched by flames, emitting wisps of green smoke.
Tom's soul fragment also jolted violently, his facial expression instantly contorting.
Ghostly white light pierced through his body, his mouth stretching to its limit as he let out a miserable scream.
At the same time.
Centered on Dylan, a domain expanded.
The energy of *Avada Kedavra*, wrapped in holy light, made Dylan appear like a celestial being, while the energy surged madly towards the diary.
The diary, having barely withstood the Killing Curse, was suddenly impacted by the domain's energy, filled with the intent to incinerate.
The edges of the diary quickly blackened and curled up.
"What? How could you possibly use the Killing Curse like that?\!"
Tom's soul fragment was heavily injured again, cracks spreading across its surface. He swayed precariously, fear still lingering in his eyes.
He believed that the Killing Curse was as natural to him as an arm or a finger. In the entire wizarding world, no one could possibly have a deeper understanding or control over the Killing Curse than he did\!
Yet now, this mysterious person who had suddenly appeared before him...
Not only could he unleash an eye-related curse that even Tom couldn't comprehend, but his mastery of the Killing Curse was even greater than his own\!
This domain of death energy...
Although Tom was in immense pain at this moment, he was extremely curious about how Dylan could unleash such power with the Killing Curse.
"Heh, simple. Because death is in my hands."
Dylan waved his wand again. "*Avada Kedavra\!*"
Another blinding white light shot out.
"Stop\! How dare you to me..."
*Bang\!*
"Aaaaaah—"
The agonizing scream could almost pierce through the magically reinforced wooden hut.
And the diary was blasted several meters away, tumbling through the air several times before finally stopping.
The cover was half torn off, and the pages were scorched black.
The energy within the domain seized the opportunity and enveloped the diary tightly.
Like frying a pork chop, sizzling sounds continued to ring out.
Dylan's gaze was calm as he raised his wand for the third time.
"*Boom\!*"
A pillar of holy light erupted.
The diary was on the verge of falling apart.
Tom's soul fragment was so weak it was almost gone.
Only then did Dylan stop.
While letting the domain continue to attack the diary, Dylan summoned the cockroaches and spiders that were scurrying around in the feeding enclosure.
These lovely little creatures involuntarily flew into the air, arriving above the diary. Before they could react, they were crushed by a powerful squeezing force.
*Crack\!*
*Crack\!*
*Crack\!*
At the same time, the skylight on the roof was suddenly flung open again, and several small wild animals from the forest flew in.
Their life force was extracted by Dylan and then injected into the diary.
The diary's broken and charred cover gradually healed, and the blackness on the pages faded, slowly turning white again.
Tom's figure also solidified once more.
"You..."
Riddle had absolutely no idea why this guy kept using the Killing Curse on him repeatedly.
After driving him to the brink of extreme weakness, he would deliberately replenish his life force, allowing him to recover.
But being hit by the curse again and again, Tom felt his sanity slowly being eroded with each agonizing scream.
It wasn't until Dylan noticed that the number of wild creatures in the forest was starting to dwindle that he finally stopped, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
In fact, it was just 444 Killing Curses.
Dylan could have finished it with a quick four-spell combo.
But he wasn't sure if, although Horcruxes couldn't be directly killed by the Killing Curse, repeatedly enduring hundreds of Killing Curses without life force replenishment would cause irreparable damage to the Horcrux.
Therefore, Dylan still felt it was safer to personally cast 222 Killing Curses at Tom, and then use the characteristics of the domain to complete the other half of the fine-tuning task. That would be a good choice.
After more than a hundred Killing Curses.
Tom was so weak he couldn't even maintain his human form – he had long since screamed himself hoarse.
On the opened diary, a line of text struggled to appear.
"You freak..."
Dylan smiled.
"Freak? It seems your shallow understanding isn't enough to comprehend the power that death grants me."
He gently tapped the diary with his wand.
The diary trembled violently.
But in the next instant, the *Avada Kedavra* holy light cannon that Tom expected didn't fire.
Instead, he was thrown back into the corner by Dylan.
Dylan twirled his wand, sealing off that area, completely isolating Tom and preventing any possibility of escape or peeking outside.
"Let's use the Basilisk or Lockhart for the first round of experiments."
Dylan brushed off imaginary dust from his robes.
Regarding Horcruxes, he needed to acquire more knowledge before attempting anything further with the diary.
Dylan didn't want to give that insidious and cunning Riddle any opportunity.
Leaving the wooden hut.
Dylan arrived at the small warehouse behind the house.
This warehouse was just a place where Dylan stored some miscellaneous items.
It was also magically constructed by Dylan.
However, it looked like the quality of this house was quite poor.
The wooden planks were somewhat cracked, and the doorknob had some rust on it.
Clearly, its owner hadn't paid the slightest attention to the construction of this warehouse.
*Creak—*
Dylan slowly pushed the door open with his wand, not touching it himself.
Immediately afterwards, the stale air of the warehouse rushed out.
The materials for this warehouse were originally scraps of wood that Dylan had picked up after Hagrid had discarded them.
There was even a lingering scent of the Forbidden Forest.
The warehouse was facing away from the light, so the interior was dim, with a damp and musty smell emanating from within.
Dylan glanced inside and saw a figure huddled in the corner.
It was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart.
The Lockhart at this moment was completely different from the charming, bestselling author with a fake smile that Dylan remembered.
Having only been locked up for one night, Lockhart's hair was disheveled, and his eyes were vacant.
He was slumped on the ground, his legs stretched out haphazardly, as if he had just been thoroughly ravaged.
Dylan looked at him with disgust.
"Maybe I should have just grabbed him before his own spell backfired on him."
But then Dylan thought again, this guy was useless except for an *Obliviate* charm.
Even if he kept him conscious, it wouldn't be of any use.
It was probably better this way, in a state of muddled confusion.
He glanced at the time.
Dylan had originally intended to take Lockhart out, but his movements paused.
"Time to eat."
Right now, the news of Dumbledore's return should be all over the place.
It wouldn't be good for Dylan to disappear for too long; he still needed to show his face on time.
If someone came looking for him and couldn't find him, they might get the idea to mess with his trunk, and that would be troublesome.
"Eat."
Dylan summoned a few slices of bread with his wand and tossed them in front of Lockhart.
But Lockhart didn't react at all. Dylan raised an eyebrow.
Using Legilimency, he could sense that the other party wasn't pretending to be senile, but seemed to have genuinely become so.
"Strange, even if the Memory Charm backfired, he should still give a normal human response."
Slightly furrowing his brow, Dylan directly used the Imperius Curse to control Lockhart's body.
First, Dylan searched through his memories again, and indeed didn't see anything different.
The other party seemed to have just stayed in this small warehouse all night, going from being able to walk around to becoming dull-witted, and finally not even moving.
Remembering that the original Lockhart was also eventually confined to a mental hospital for treatment, Dylan controlled his body and ate the bread piece by piece.
"Better to be a fool, so he doesn't scare himself silly when I'm doing experiments."
Dylan sneered.
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With a casual wave of his wand, he cast a *Scourgify* charm to clean Lockhart up.
Then, Dylan transformed a small table in the warehouse into a bed.
Yesterday had been too rushed, and he hadn't had time to consider Lockhart's living environment.
Today, he could arrange it a little.
After conjuring the bed.
Dylan controlled Lockhart to lie down on it.
Just as he was about to stop, Dylan suddenly frowned again.
"Wait, Lockhart hasn't relieved himself yet, has he?"
Looking around the warehouse, Dylan didn't see any filth.
He also didn't smell anything.
After a moment of contemplation, Dylan used the Imperius Curse to give Lockhart an instruction.
Relieve yourself when you need to.
But do it outside.
Anyway, it was just the forest outside; he could just find a tree root to take care of it.
It would even make good fertilizer.
Dylan left the small warehouse.
He also gave Coal Ball and the others a word of warning.
Don't let the goblins and Cornish Pixies outside harm his test subject.
Finally, he tossed two pieces of meat to the Basilisk and then exited the trunk space.
As soon as he emerged, Dylan saw Harry and Ron's figures.
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Ron, you're back so quickly?"
Ron nodded. "Ginny's fine now, and I wasn't really hurt, so I didn't stay in the Hospital Wing."
Neville added, "Madam Pomfrey thought he was being too disruptive, always chattering away, so she kicked him out."
"Hey\!" Ron glared.
Dylan looked at Harry. "Are all the problems solved?"
Harry pursed his lips. "Not really. That Malfoy claimed that Professor Dumbledore didn't catch the real culprit this time, and he still won't admit that Voldemort organized so many terrorist attacks."
"—He's blaming all of this on that person called Karthus."
"Because of this, even when Professor Dumbledore questioned him about spreading information about Voldemort's student days, Malfoy brushed it off by saying the professor wasn't supervising properly."
Dylan blinked. "So what was the outcome?"
"There wasn't really an outcome. It seems like the matter was dropped. Malfoy gave Professor Dumbledore a harsh warning, but he didn't manage to take away the professor's position as Headmaster."
Ron muttered under his breath, "Just listening to your description, I feel like that Malfoy is just as annoying as his son\!"
Dylan shrugged. "Well, like father, like son, right?"
Harry paused slightly, then a grin suddenly spread across his face. "Dylan, did you deliberately provoke that Malfoy?"
Dylan looked at him. "Why do you say that?"
Harry smiled. "After you left, no matter how Lucius questioned the professor, he was always blocked. Sister Vera also helped by criticizing Lucius – he was furious."
"Later, I casually handed him a diary, saying it was another one of Ginny's. He didn't even look at it and just tossed it directly to Dobby..."
Dylan suddenly remembered that Dobby was originally able to regain his freedom thanks to Harry using the destroyed diary.
But this time, he hadn't left the diary behind. Luckily, Harry was clever, otherwise Dobby might not have regained his freedom.
"Completely forgot about that... I even told him that after he was free, he could come and join me."
Dylan felt a little embarrassed.
He cleared his throat and said to Harry, "So you hid a sock in that diary? And Dobby was freed?"
Harry's eyes lit up. "I knew it\! Dylan, you must have deliberately provoked Lucius\! Did you foresee this happening?"
Dylan: (...)…
"Haha, yes, that's right, that's what I foresaw."
He had just simply wanted to verbally attack Lucius at the time.
And see if he could trigger an achievement for verbally attacking someone in front of Dumbledore.
In fact, he did unlock such an achievement, but the rewards were just some numerical values.
"Alright, shouldn't it be time for dinner now?" Dylan said.
Neville nodded. "Yes, we were just saying we should go to the Great Hall to eat."
"Then let's go?" Dylan started walking towards the door.
Harry, Neville, and the others followed.
Seamus wasn't in the dorm, probably outside with Dean.
The group arrived at the Great Hall.
They happened to run into Hermione, who was also coming to eat.
"Hey\! Hermione, how are you feeling now?" Ron walked up excitedly.
Hermione, however, immediately focused her gaze on Dylan. "I'm feeling much better, Dylan. The potion you brewed was even a little tastier than Professor Snape's."
"Thank you again for making sure I didn't have to drink Professor Snape's restorative potion."
"—The Hufflepuff student who was petrified like me, I saw him this morning, and he threw up again."
Dylan immediately waved his hand. "Don't say that, it wouldn't be good if Professor Snape heard it."
"Actually, the taste of potions is generally quite similar. I just habitually add some honey and a small amount of milk to mine."
"—In most cases, they won't affect the properties of the potion, and instead, they will make the taste of the potion more mellow and smooth."
Just as Dylan finished speaking, Neville suddenly tugged lightly on his sleeve beside him.
Before Dylan could react.
A cold, hard voice squeezed out from between clenched teeth sounded behind him.
"No wonder your potions always have the cloying sweetness of cheap desserts. What, are you planning to take off your wizard robes and become a sweet vendor in a Diagon Alley ice cream parlor?"
Dylan was startled by Professor Snape's sudden voice.
The expression on his face froze, and he turned his head slightly, seeing a corner of black robes floating in mid-air.
"Ahahaha\~ Professor, you're here for dinner too?"
Dylan turned around and saw Professor Snape with a cold face, his lips pressed into a thin, almost colorless line, staring at Dylan faintly.
Harry, Hermione, and the others beside Dylan exchanged a look as soon as they saw Professor Snape.
Ron gently nudged Harry with his elbow.
The group immediately understood each other and reached a silent agreement.
"Looks like they have pumpkin pasties today, let's go take a look," Ron slowly moved away from Dylan.
Harry and Neville followed suit.
Even Hermione left Dylan behind.
She had just said that Dylan's potion was better than Professor Snape's.
"When did you add honey to that potion? I didn't see it?"
Dylan watched the backs of the disloyal bunch as they walked away, clenched his fists, and gave a couple of awkward laughs.
"Um, Professor, I mixed the honey directly into the Mandrake mud. You know, the smell of Mandrake is very strong, so you probably didn't smell the sweetness – and I didn't add much."
After crushing Mandrake roots, a foul odor resembling a mixture of garlic and rotten meat would become even stronger.
Under this nauseating smell, he had only added a little honey and milk.
Even if Professor Snape's nose was more sensitive than...
Ahem, quite sensitive, he wouldn't have smelled that hint of sweetness.
"Oh."
Professor Snape narrowed his eyes, glanced sideways at Dylan, and let out a cold snort.
Then, with a sudden flick of his black robes, he strode towards the Great Hall.
"What are you standing there for? Waiting for me to invite you in for dinner?"
Dylan wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and quickly followed.
(End of this chapter)