Chapter 102: Tie, Tie a Knot?! What an Evil Spell
"This book..."
Dylan extracted the reward for the [Philosopher's Stone Owner] achievement.
The moment he held it, he felt an old and heavy texture. The cover was made of some unknown material, looking like it had endured the passage of time, yet it still retained some resilience.
Dylan placed it in his palm and casually flipped through a few pages.
The book recorded a lot of knowledge that Dylan hadn't encountered before.
Even though it was a handwritten fragment, it recorded many ancient yet novel pieces of wisdom.
"Although I couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone, having this information on how to create it is much more valuable than the Stone itself."
Dylan didn't think that possessing the Philosopher's Stone would be of much use to him.
Essentially, his thoughts on the Philosopher's Stone were limited to how to research more unknown knowledge from it.
So as to lay the groundwork for him to create alchemical artifacts that were more powerful than the Philosopher's Stone and had no negative effects in the future.
"I'll look at it when I have time."
Dylan stored the book in the system's inventory panel.
Then he turned his attention to another achievement reward.
"This consecutive achievement has already reached the fourth step, and the reward is a max-level high-grade spell... The Attack Professor series of achievements should have come to an end, right?"
Dylan stroked his chin, then looked at the system panel.
He clicked on the achievement reward, and an extremely dazzling and brilliant star hung high at the top of the system panel.
Dylan's consciousness also shifted, as if he had entered another world.
He stood in the void of the universe.
Around him, stars were brilliant, and nebulae flowed.
Dylan looked up, and above his head, a star was particularly dazzling, its brilliant light seeming to illuminate this universe.
"As expected of a max-level high-grade spell, it's really bright!"
Compared to the previous spells, this star looked different at first glance, its radiance quite pure and intense.
He couldn't help but be eager to know what kind of spell he would draw!
With a thought,
In the next moment, the star above his head instantly tore through the vast void, like a burning meteor, carrying immense momentum, falling straight down.
"Boom!"
When the star heavily crashed into Dylan, a piece of knowledge very strangely drilled into his brain.
"Uh?" Dylan stiffened, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
However, immediately afterward, an image appeared before his eyes.
A large group of men stood in front of him.
Dylan raised the wand in his hand, waved it lightly, and magic struck these men—
"Ah!"
"Ah—!!!"
"Holy crap!!!"
The men before Dylan, after being hit by the spell, instantly twisted their faces, their features squeezed together in extreme pain, veins bulging on their foreheads, and large beads of sweat rolling down their cheeks.
Some men tightly clutched their lower bodies, their bodies uncontrollably hunching and trembling, their knees weakening, almost falling to the ground.
Some men tilted their heads back, opened their mouths wide, and let out heart-wrenching screams.
Others pulled open their pants and reached inside, trying to stop something.
However, no matter which man it was, the extreme pain on their faces could not be concealed in the slightest.
[Notification]: Congratulations, you have mastered the max-level spell—Geniknot!
Dylan swallowed his saliva, quickly waved his hand, shaking his head to dispel the image that had appeared before his eyes.
"How can such a spell even exist?!"
Dylan was very puzzled.
Why couldn't he just be given a normal max-level high-grade spell?
What knot? What are you tying?
Tell me, what are you going to tie?!
Although Dylan hadn't fully matured and was only in his first year, he could almost feel the pain of the men in the illusion after casting this evil spell!
This spell was even more unforgivable than the Unforgivable Curses!
"Crazy, truly crazy."
Dylan felt the various details and key points of this spell in his mind. Although he didn't want to master this evil spell, there was no way around it. In the end, his mind was filled with it.
"Okay... since I'm here, I might as well stay. Every spell must have its unique beauty... I just need more time to find it."
Dylan took a deep breath.
Regardless, he had mastered another max-level spell, and naturally, through this spell, he had also learned more knowledge.
"If I can encounter Voldemort's true form again next time, maybe I can try it out."
He just didn't know if Voldemort still existed...
Dylan didn't continue to study the spell, nor did he look at the book about the Philosopher's Stone at this time.
Instead, he continued to flip through the book he had just placed beside him.
He still had many key points of dark magic that he wanted to verify.
And after obtaining this max-level high-grade spell,
The insights in his heart poured out like a spring, and he needed to sort them out as soon as possible.
Until late at night,
It was time for Dylan to sleep, and Neville and Seamus had also returned to the dormitory.
However, Harry and Ron still hadn't appeared.
This couldn't help but make him feel a little strange.
First year, the things Voldemort stirred up were basically related to the Philosopher's Stone. Now the Philosopher's Stone had been taken back by Dumbledore—
In fact, Dylan completely didn't understand why Dumbledore didn't just keep the Philosopher's Stone himself.
What could be safer than him personally holding onto the Philosopher's Stone?
"Right now, this crazy, mentally deranged Voldemort has also been directly scared away by Old Dumbledore. Where did Harry and them go?"
Dylan didn't plan to wait for the two to return to the dormitory.
Instead, he cast a Scourgify and a Somnus on himself.
Sleeping soundly.
...
Until the next morning,
Dylan woke up from his sleep and stretched comfortably.
After tidying up his things simply, he was about to go eat something and then continue to dig for treasure books in the library.
However, after leaving the dormitory, he encountered Professor McGonagall, fully dressed.
"Professor, what are you doing here?"
This was the Gryffindor first-year common room. Professor McGonagall usually wouldn't come here.
—That would prevent the young wizards from resting properly at all.
"Your sleep quality is quite good."
Professor McGonagall held her wand in one hand and smoothed her hair with the other. Seeing Dylan, she stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door.
"Uh... after the exams, I thought I'd rest a bit more today. I usually get up much earlier than this," Dylan chuckled dryly.
"Come on, come with me to the hospital wing. Potter has fainted," Professor McGonagall beckoned.
Dylan was taken aback. "What? How could that be?"
Although he hadn't fully reacted, he still lifted his foot and followed behind Professor McGonagall.
Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall said with a stern face, "I heard from Weasley that after they separated from you yesterday, they should have gone directly to the Headmaster's office."
"But at that time, the Headmaster was discussing some matters with us."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Dylan, then continued, "So they wandered around the school, and as a result, they encountered the mysterious person who was trying to escape."
"Potter and the others actually chased after him, which angered the mysterious person. Although he couldn't touch Harry, he could attack Weasley and Granger."
"Harry, in order to protect them, actually got into a fight with the mysterious person. Then, I and the other professors arrived, the mysterious person retreated, and Potter fainted."
"This..." Dylan's expression furrowed, somewhat speechless.
"I've already heard about your deeds yesterday from the Headmaster. You really have the ability to dare to enter a forbidden place alone and even defeat the mysterious person. Are you trying to take Potter's place and become the savior?"
Professor McGonagall suddenly changed the subject, causing Dylan's body to stiffen immediately, and his steps almost faltered.
He clearly heard the reproach in Professor McGonagall's words.
Dylan quickly offered a smile. "I actually know the whole story—Harry and the others never hide secrets from me."
"So when I passed by that room at the time and saw someone go in, I didn't have time to notify anyone..."
"Do you know what would have happened if the Headmaster hadn't been there at the time? You would have died!" Professor McGonagall's stern voice came from ahead. "It seems I've wasted my teaching on you."
Dylan's heart fluttered in panic.
Oh beans, are we settling scores after the fact?
But he couldn't care about anything else and quickly said, "Although I didn't have time to notify anyone, Harry and the others must have told you about it, right? I believed the professors would definitely follow closely, so I thought I'd go take a look first..."
"Besides, I was wearing the Invisibility Cloak at the time! With the Invisibility Cloak, I was a little bolder..."
"You call that a little bolder? That was reckless audacity!"
Professor McGonagall snorted.
However, thinking that yesterday Harry and the others had indeed run over to remind her about the Philosopher's Stone.
But she hadn't taken it seriously and hadn't paid any attention to the words of a few first-year students.
—How could the things found out by a group of children be true?
However, because of this thought of hers, she had almost caused a catastrophe.
Fortunately, Albus had arrived in time...
Professor McGonagall was actually somewhat self-reproachful about this.
Therefore, she didn't continue to scold Dylan but instead closed her mouth.
Dylan's mastery of Legilimency had now reached level nine.
He could "almost" reach the level of Professor Snape—it was estimated that Professor Snape was already at max level, and just one level of difference was an absolutely overwhelming advantage.
Therefore, although he hadn't actively used the spell, he could now be considered a Legilimens Master, and he could also feel the emotions emanating from others, just like Snape and Old Dumbledore.
He felt the aura of self-reproach emanating from Professor McGonagall and couldn't help but pause.
After a two-second pause, he slowly said, "Headmaster Dumbledore probably already suspected Quirrell, so with his precautions, it was impossible for the outcome to be worse than it is now."
"—In fact, the current outcome is already the best, isn't it, Professor?"
Professor McGonagall blinked, looking at Dylan with some surprise.
This kid...
Did he know what she was thinking?
"Professor Snape taught me Legilimency, and I've already mastered it more skillfully than the Transfiguration Charm."
Dylan obviously saw through Professor McGonagall's thoughts, the corners of his lips curving into a shy smile.
His Transfiguration Charm was still at level eight, but his Legilimency was already at level nine.
—This was enough to show the complexity and difficulty of learning the Transfiguration Charm.
Professor McGonagall was taken aback, then shot Dylan a sidelong glance. "It seems you still prefer Professor Snape to lecture you."
Dylan's small face fell. "Professor, please don't say that. I have great affection for every one of you professors."
—Except for the professors who taught History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Professor McGonagall: "(; ﾟ∀ﾟ) You can do whatever you want. It's your right to take classes with whomever you choose."
Professor McGonagall snorted again, this time with more emotion than before.
Dylan shrank his neck, not daring to speak, and just silently followed Professor McGonagall, all the way to the hospital wing.
"Dylan!"
At the door, Ron and Hermione were sitting to the side.
—Madam Pomfrey wouldn't allow them to enter the hospital wing to disturb Harry.
Seeing Dylan, the two stood up and quickly approached him.
Dylan also frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over them. "What exactly happened?"
"It's just..."
Ron stammered for a long while.
With Professor McGonagall standing beside him, he didn't dare to speak.
"Madam Pomfrey said that Potter is not seriously injured. You can wait here for a while and then go have breakfast," Professor McGonagall glanced at the three of them and turned to leave.
Once she was gone, Hermione had just opened her mouth when Ron immediately interrupted, "It's that Dark Lord! He actually had a backup plan!"
"Huh?" Dylan's eyes widened. "What backup plan?"
Hermione added, "Yesterday, while waiting for Professor Dumbledore to call us, we wandered around and unexpectedly encountered Voldemort going after Ron's rat!"
"Hey, I was almost scared to death yesterday. Don't call him by his full name again!" Ron protested softly.
"Uh..." Dylan blinked. "How did that guy encounter Scabbers?"
"I don't know! Lately, Scabbers seems like he's about to kick the bucket. He always looks so worn out. I occasionally send him to Madam Pomfrey for treatment. I don't know how he managed to slip out."
"And then he ran into Voldemort!" Hermione added.
"Stop talking about it!" Ron glared at Hermione, then turned his head to look at Dylan. "I really didn't expect the Dark Lord to go after my pet rat! Did he want to possess Scabbers?"
Dylan paused. "Maybe he wanted to set a record and become the first Dark Lord to transform into a rat?"
Ron was also stunned. "Ah? Is that so?"
For some reason, after Dylan said that, the filter Ron had in his mind regarding Voldemort seemed to shatter a little bit for a moment.
(End of chapter)
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