Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

Hagrid's Hut. 

Dylan sat on the couch, stirring the hot tea in his hand. 

A fragrant aroma wafted into his nose, and Dylan sniffed lightly. 

"Snake fang nettle leaves, starlight silver tips…" 

Harry sat on the other side, his expression unusually strange. 

In the teacup in front of him, amber-colored tea rippled slightly, steam rising and intertwining in the air, fogging up his glasses. 

Harry's gaze pierced through the hazy steam, locked intently on Hermione. 

"So you're saying my broom went out of control because Professor Quirrell was sabotaging it, and Professor Snape was actually trying to save me?" 

Hermione looked serious. "I understand what you're saying, but Professor Snape is just a bit strict with us. He doesn't seem like the type to harm us." 

"A bit strict?" Ron's mouth hung open. 

Hermione gave him a helpless look before turning her attention to Dylan. "What do you think, Dylan?" 

Ron and Harry also turned to him. 

Dylan didn't rush to answer. Instead, he took a sip of the tea Hagrid had brewed. 

*Hiss!* 

A spicy, numbing sensation shot straight to his brain. 

Dylan slowly closed his eyes, feeling as though he were drinking alcohol. 

However, due to the snake fang nettle leaves, the intense stimulation spread from his tongue to his entire mouth, making his lips tremble slightly, as if tiny electric currents were dancing inside. 

"Why does Hagrid always like to experiment with such strange ingredients…" 

Regaining his composure, he set the teacup down and nodded at Hermione. 

"Professor Snape is indeed just a bit strict, at least that's how I see it. And this time, it was definitely Professor Quirrell who cast the curse on you." 

Dylan's gaze shifted to Harry. 

"He originally wanted to use a Confundus Charm on you, but… well, you know what happened next. He ended up vomiting all over a bunch of students." 

At the mention of this, Hermione and Ron both made disgusted faces. 

Harry frowned. "But what if it was Professor Snape who attacked me, and Professor Quirrell saved me?" 

Just then, Hagrid walked over with a massive teapot. 

"Professor Snape would never hurt you, that's for sure." 

Harry immediately locked eyes with him. "What do you mean by that?" 

"Uh…" Hagrid stammered, his eyes darting around the teacups of the young wizards. 

Noticing Dylan's cup was nearly empty, he hurried over, nearly hitting Dylan on the head with the enormous teapot. 

"Hey, Mr. Hagrid!" Dylan's eyes widened. 

That was freshly boiled tea! 

"Oh, oh! Merlin's beard, look what I almost did! So sorry!" 

Hagrid fumbled with the teapot handle, about to pour Dylan another cup. 

But Dylan waved his hand lightly. "I think I'll stick to my milk tea. Your brew makes me feel like I'm drinking alcohol." 

With a flick of his wand, a stream of milk tea shot from the tip and filled his cup. 

"Whoa, what new spell is that?" Ron's eyes widened. 

"Something I invented," Dylan said, taking a sip of his carefully crafted milk tea and closing his eyes in satisfaction. 

The other young wizards stared in awe. 

Hagrid, however, laughed heartily. "Professor McGonagall mentioned this to me. You're really something! Pour me a cup too, will you?" 

Dylan obliged without hesitation. 

The conversation among the young wizards shifted from Dylan's self-created spell back to the forbidden fourth-floor corridor and the three-headed dog. 

"If it really was Quirrell who tried to attack me, it's probably because I discovered the secret in that room," Harry said, frowning. 

He had already switched from Hagrid's tea to Dylan's milk tea. 

Hagrid turned to him. "Are you talking about Fluffy?" 

"The three-headed dog?" Harry asked. 

"Yeah, I… I bought him from a Greek bloke last year, and Professor Dumbledore borrowed him from me to guard…" 

Hagrid's mouth opened and closed, but when he realized what he was saying, he quickly shut it. 

At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at Dylan out of the corner of his eye. 

Harry didn't notice Hagrid's glance but was instead stunned. He quickly stood up and pressed Hagrid for more information. 

"What? That three-headed dog… I mean, Fluffy, what is he guarding?" 

Hagrid gulped nervously. 

Dylan took another sip of his milk tea. 

"This Hagrid… his mouth is as loose as a sieve. He can't keep anything to himself." 

As Harry continued to badger Hagrid, Hermione looked curiously between Hagrid and Dylan. 

Finally, Hagrid grew so annoyed that he angrily shooed them all out of his hut. 

*Bang!* 

The door slammed shut loudly. 

Harry rubbed his nose. "Is Hagrid mad at me?" 

Dylan chuckled. "Maybe he's mad at himself." 

Once again, Harry had managed to extract information from Hagrid. The three-headed dog was guarding something related to Nicolas Flamel. 

It was practically a giveaway that the Philosopher's Stone was hidden in the forbidden corridor. 

No wonder Hagrid was upset. 

Hermione suddenly turned to Dylan. "Do you already know what's in that room?" 

Dylan nodded calmly. "But as a responsible young wizard, I've promised Hagrid not to tell anyone—unless I can master a max-level Unforgivable Curse. But you know that's impossible, so don't bother asking me." 

Dylan smiled. "If you really want to know, just keep pestering Hagrid. His mouth is as loose as an old lady's knitting. He might just slip up and tell you." 

Hermione sighed. "There's no way you could master a max-level Unforgivable Curse. That's a cruel promise." 

Dylan simply smiled without responding. 

As they walked back to the castle, Hermione and Harry continued to discuss what Fluffy might be guarding. 

Dylan, however, headed straight to the library. 

He had just found a seat and was about to open a book when a notification popped up in his achievement system. 

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**[Achievement]**: Attack a Professor (I) 

**[Description]**: You wicked little wizard, you've bravely taken the first step! Well done! Next time, why not try an Unforgivable Curse on a professor? 

**[Unlock Requirement]**: Cast a spell on a Hogwarts professor and cause negative consequences. 

**[Reward]**: Max-Level Beginner Spell +1 

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Dylan stared at the newly unlocked achievement, his lips twitching. 

Lately, whether it was his first time visiting a new location at Hogwarts, completing a course, or reading a certain number of books, the rewards for his achievements had only been Galleons or increased magical affinity. 

Who would have thought that attacking Quirrell would reward him with a max-level spell? 

(End of Chapter)