Chapter 95 New Refined Features - Cruciatus,
"Yeah, Madam Pomfrey couldn't figure out what's wrong with Scabbers either. She said it might just be because Scabbers is old."
Ron sighed.
"Scabbers was Percy's pet. I heard the witch at the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley say that ordinary rats usually don't live longer than three years. Scabbers is probably really old."
His expression was a bit sad.
"Oh! If Scabbers goes, I don't even know what kind of new pet I should get."
Hermione glanced at him. "Are you sure Mrs. Weasley will buy you one?"
Ron's expression became even more dejected. "I don't know. Maybe my mum will just find me another second-hand pet."
Dylan watched Ron's sad face and blinked.
After pondering for two seconds, he softly comforted, "Don't worry. I saw a fragment of the future in the crystal ball. Your rat is still by your side."
—It's just that it will die soon afterward.
And with him around, this Scabbers wouldn't die so easily.
After all, he was still counting on this rat to grind attributes and complete tasks.
"Ah? Really?" Ron was taken aback, then looked up in surprise. "It must be true! I believe in your divination abilities, Dylan!"
Hermione was a bit surprised. "A fragment of the future? How far into the future? Tomorrow, the day after, or next month?"
Dylan smiled. "At least it will still be with Ron when we're in our third year."
Hermione's eyes widened even more. "Wow, rats can live that long? Isn't it second-hand?"
Ron glared at Hermione. "It just shows that my Scabbers is a lucky rat! Stop saying things like that!"
Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Harry suddenly clutched his forehead. "Oww!"
Everyone was startled, looking at Harry's seemingly pained expression. Neville quickly asked, "Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry frowned slightly, as if enduring something. After a moment, he looked up.
"It's just that my scar feels a bit sore. This feeling has been there for a while, I mean, before the exams."
Harry rubbed his forehead, but the discomfort only slightly lessened.
"At the time, I thought it was because I was studying with Hermione and the pressure was too much..."
Hermione's eyes widened.
Harry shrank his neck. "Then I realized it didn't seem to be the case, because recently the frequency and number of times it hurts have become more frequent. This is definitely not just simple study pressure!"
"I just think it might be related to the dreams I've been having every night."
Dylan paused slightly. "I wouldn't happen to be in your dreams again, would I?"
Harry pursed his lips, then nodded gently.
Dylan's lips twitched, and he looked at Harry. "But you could also think about it from another perspective. For example, your scar hurting could be a sign of danger. Maybe the You-Know-Who you mentioned is making a move?"
"What?!" Ron exclaimed in shock.
Harry also immediately looked up, his eyes blinking rapidly. "The, You-Know-Who is making a move? What does he want to do?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you investigating the Philosopher's Stone before? So, I'm guessing, it's possible they want to get their hands on the Philosopher's Stone?"
Harry immediately became agitated, his speech even stuttering a bit. "Then, Dylan, can you use your divination abilities to foresee it?"
"Foresee what?"
"Of course, Vol—I mean, will You-Know-Who's actions succeed?"
Dylan waved his hand, giving Harry a reassuring smile. "My divination skills aren't good enough for me to give you a precise and detailed answer, but I can foresee the general fortune of the future."
"I believe that as long as you trust your heart and follow the guidance within you, your good fortune is yet to come."
"Good fortune?" Harry was taken aback, not quite understanding.
Dylan: "It's the future's luck. Your luck will be quite good in the future, so can't we infer that You-Know-Who's luck will be very bad?"
Harry nodded, seemingly understanding. "That sounds reasonable."
"Alright, let's go. The end of exams doesn't mean things will be easy. I still have three spells to research today."
Dylan turned and headed towards the Great Hall.
—He was starving.
"Okay." Harry didn't know why, but after hearing what Dylan said, the scar on his forehead didn't hurt as much.
He rubbed it lightly, then lowered his hand, just about to follow Dylan to the Great Hall.
At this moment, Neville passed by him, saying with a firm voice, "Don't worry. Although Dylan is only a first-year, he's much more powerful than all of us! The professors all praise him, and even Professor Snape has become a lot more lenient towards Gryffindor because of him."
Hermione interjected, "Are you referring to the fact that every time Professor Snape gives Dylan points, he immediately finds several excuses to deduct double the points he gave from Gryffindor?"
Neville's expression was still matter-of-fact. "At least Professor Snape gave Gryffindor points, didn't he?"
Hermione: "...If you're going to put it that way, then I have nothing to say."
Neville continued to look at Harry. "So, Harry, since Dylan said your luck is very good, that good... whatever good fortune is still coming, you can put your mind at ease!"
Having said that, Neville scurried after Dylan on his chubby little legs.
"Dylan, thanks to your study guidance recently, my exams went very smoothly!"
"That's good."
Watching Dylan and Neville gradually walk away, Harry was silent for a moment, a sense of determination growing in his heart.
Alright! No matter what You-Know-Who is planning, he will stop him!
However, his firm thoughts didn't last long.
"What? Headmaster Dumbledore has been called to London by the Ministry of Magic?!"
Harry suddenly became anxious again.
He had listened to Dylan and acted according to his own heart.
So, while eating, he thought it over and decided to tell Professor Dumbledore about this.
But Professor McGonagall told him that the Headmaster was not in the castle today and wouldn't be back until tomorrow at the earliest.
This made Harry feel troubled and anxious again, and the scar on his forehead hurt even more.
After leaving Professor McGonagall's office, Harry said to Ron, "This must be Quirrell's plot!"
Hermione also nodded. "If Professor Dumbledore is here, Quirrell won't be able to succeed, but if the Headmaster isn't here..."
Ron frowned. "If even Professor Dumbledore isn't here, how can we possibly deal with a full-grown wizard? Maybe we should just tell Dylan about this?"
Harry sighed. "That's no better than telling Professor McGonagall directly. I don't want to involve Dylan in this."
Hermione shrugged. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go quickly."
The group knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office again.
Harry stammered, omitting the part about the dragon egg, and told Professor McGonagall the whole story.
However, the professor didn't believe him at all.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Professor Quirrell was personally recruited by Headmaster Dumbledore. How can you spread rumors about a professor?"
"Huh? We're not spreading rumors, it's the truth!"
"Enough! I don't want to hear about this again, otherwise, even if you are Gryffindor students, I will consider it an insult to a professor and give you detention!"
"But Professor McGonagall, if Professor Dumbledore isn't here, and Quirrell goes to the fourth floor, we won't be able to know anything!"
"What?" Shock flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes. "You actually want to go to the fourth floor? Absolutely not! If I find out you've gone to the fourth floor, I will give you a severe detention!"
In the end, Harry and the others were driven out by Professor McGonagall.
Ron grumbled, "I told you we should have just gone to Dylan. Now look, we can't do anything."
Hermione pursed her lips. "Alright, don't say things like that. We're just a bunch of first-year students. We can't do anything anyway. The Philosopher's Stone has been protected by so many professors' enchantments; nothing will happen."
Harry took a deep breath. "Let's still try to find Dylan. He might have a way."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Professor McGonagall said we can't interfere anymore, or we'll get detention!"
Ron added, "And lose points too."
Harry suddenly looked at Ron.
Ron paused, then said, "But—maybe we can still try to find Dylan and see."
Hermione frowned. "Harry, didn't you just say you didn't want to involve Dylan?"
Harry turned his head, looking at the ceiling. "But I've changed my mind now."
Hermione: "..."
Hermione couldn't argue with Harry and Ron at all and could only follow them to the library to look for Dylan.
However, they searched round and round and round...
"Where did Dylan run off to?" Harry became even more anxious, clutching his forehead, trying to ease the pain from his scar. "He's not in the dormitory either!"
"Uh—I have an idea." Ron thought for a long time, then suddenly swallowed.
"What?" Harry and Hermione immediately looked at Ron.
Under their gazes, Ron hesitated. "I think, maybe Dylan has already gone to stop Quirrell?"
As soon as he said this, Harry and Hermione were both stunned.
"That's right! Besides us, Dylan knows the most about Quirrell's situation!" Hermione suddenly realized. "We didn't find him in the library or the dormitory. He's either with the professors or has already gone to stop Quirrell!"
"Then we have to hurry and help Dylan!" Harry turned around, ready to head to the fourth-floor forbidden corridor.
"Wait, but if Professor McGonagall finds out, we'll—" Hermione hadn't finished speaking.
Harry glared at her. "Are you going to watch Dylan face danger alone just because you're afraid of being punished by Professor McGonagall?"
"The worst that can happen is we all get punished together!"
Hermione paused, rolling her eyes. "First."
"Professor McGonagall definitely won't punish Dylan the same way she'd punish us."
"Second, Dylan's abilities are much stronger than mine, than yours. Are you sure that if we go, we'll be helping Dylan and not just holding him back?"
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron. "I think you don't need to worry about Dylan. With your, no, with our level, going there might just be adding trouble."
Ron glanced at Hermione and muttered softly, "This guy is actually including himself in the sarcasm."
Hermione turned her head. "I heard that."
Ron immediately stood up straight. "I didn't say anything!"
Harry hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "No, we still have to go help Dylan. What if he needs my—our help?"
Hermione wanted to say something, but Harry cut her off. "Dylan said I could follow my own heart and thoughts."
Hearing this, Hermione finally fell silent.
"Then let's go," Hermione sighed deeply. "Where's your Invisibility Cloak?"
Harry immediately led Ron and Hermione in one direction.
...
At the same time.
Fourth-floor corridor.
A door that all the professors had listed as strictly off-limits was already open.
Clearly, someone had already gone inside.
Dylan tilted his head. "It's just that I've kind of forgotten when Dumbledore appears."
He looked up at the system panel.
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[To be Refined Spell]: Crucio (Cruciatus Curse) [Spell Trait to be Unlocked]: Cruciatus Hell [Unlocked Refinement Task]: Make a powerful adult wizard succumb to your pain curse and howl loudly! ——————
He had spent money to unlock this refinement task after the exams.
And the first moment he saw this task, he thought of an extremely suitable candidate.
—That's right, the lucky guy Quirrell.
Dylan followed the doorway and looked at the footprints on the floor.
They weren't deep, and there was a lot of dust around them, clearly just settled.
"Trackprint!"
Dylan tapped his wand lightly, and a series of footprints appeared. Feeling the magic fluctuations, he came to a general conclusion.
Quirrell had probably been inside for one to two hours.
"He really couldn't wait."
Dylan curled his lip and looked around the room.
He hadn't come here with Harry and the others before, so this was his first time seeing how "cute" Fluffy was, as Hagrid had described.
"Grrr..."
"Grrr..."
The three-headed dog, all three heads fast asleep, was lying on the ground. Its body was enormous, and its muscles were as taut as rock.
Dylan looked over. The three heads' six eyes were tightly closed, the wrinkles on their eyelids were dry and cracked, their fur was rough, and each mouth was exaggeratedly large.
Even in deep sleep, when Fluffy breathed lightly, its three rows of the largest fangs would be revealed from its mouths.
"Hmm, I wonder if a three-headed dog can be controlled by the Imperius Curse."
When he controlled Aragog, it was just an egg about to hatch.
Even with the dragon's innate super-high magic resistance, plus the eggshell also having a very strong resistance to spells, it was ultimately controlled by Dylan's frantic, continuous Imperius Curses, which dominated its brain.
And a three-headed dog, if it was a relatively mature, complete form, was naturally far inferior to a dragon.
But that didn't mean it was weak.
On the contrary, the three-headed dog's magic resistance was also extremely high.
Although Dylan was tempted to try and see if controlling the three-headed dog would trigger any new achievements,
He was worried that a single Imperius Curse from him would instead eliminate the dog's sleeping state.
Then, unless he directly used the Killing Curse and the Fiendfyre Curse, it would really be difficult to escape alive from this three-headed dog's jaws.
"Forget it, this thing doesn't have any particularly valuable materials on it. The few somewhat useful ones would have to be obtained by killing it."
Dylan sized up the three-headed dog for a moment, then shook his head.
At this time, he already owned a dragon, although it was still in its juvenile stage. But after this period of development, its size had already become quite large.
So, when Dylan occasionally took it to the Forbidden Forest to feed it, he would secretly use Sectumsempra to first cut a wound on Aragog, letting out some dragon blood.
Then he would use Vulnera Sanentur to heal it before calling Hagrid over.
(End of chapter)
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