Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

Dylan held the dinner knife in his hand, then opened the system panel's notification. 

 [Item]: Soul Carver [Description]: You thought those carvings were of grindylows? Look closer, don't they look more like miniature Dementors? [Effect 1]: You can use this knife to cut souls. After each soul is cut, the blade will absorb some of the dissipated soul energy, becoming increasingly powerful. [Effect 2]: After accumulating enough soul energy, you can unleash a blade wind, forming a storm that cuts and affects souls. [Effect 3]: You can use this knife to damage any spiritual or non-spiritual entity. Creatures with flesh and blood will not only be injured when struck by this knife, but their souls will also be wounded. [Effect 4]: When you use this knife to cut ordinary food, it will imbue the food with a unique "soul flavour". 

 "Four effects..." Dylan scanned through them one by one. 

The knife's abilities weren't exactly earth-shattering for him. As for the so-called 'soul flavour'... Dylan suspected that perhaps when he cut food, little ghosts might pop out to help him slice things. Or, even more directly, they might pop out of the knife for Dylan to simply eat. 

"Hmm, what would you call that? Soul sweetmeats? Or just leftovers on the dinner table?" He gave a little shrug. Dylan put the knife away. 

He then quickly made his way over to where Serquiel was. 

The smell of decaying leaves and earth, mixed with damp mist, hung in the air between the trees on this ink-dark night. Beneath the tangled branches of an ancient oak, Dylan spotted Serquiel's spread black wings. 

"Hrr-rr-rr~" Serquiel let out a soft whinny upon seeing Dylan. 

Dylan smiled, expertly pulling out some fresh venison and other raw meats from his pouch. "Here, eat up." Dylan tossed the strips and chunks of meat in front of Serquiel. 

He wasn't just throwing them onto the ground, mind you. Using Peeves' power, he controlled the meat strips. Without expending any magic, merely using a bit of mental energy, he kept the meat strips floating in the air. 

"Hrr-hrr!" Serquiel's eyes lit up. It immediately used its hooked beak to cleverly snatch the meat strips one by one, then swallowed them. 

After finishing it all, Serquiel let out a low, contented murmur. 

At this moment, in the surrounding shadows, the eyes of the other Hippogriffs glowed in the darkness like clumps of eerie green phosphorus. They kept their distance from Dylan and Serquiel, watching his every move warily. 

Dylan looked towards them. He could feel their apprehension towards him. 

Dylan thought for a moment, then gave a slight wave of his arm. A few strips of meat floated through the air, slowly approaching the figures huddled in the shadows, controlled by his sheer will. 

However, as these meat strips flew over, several Hippogriffs beat their wings against the air, letting out whistling sounds, then reared back on their front hooves and quickly retreated. 

Dylan watched them. The moonlight pierced through the gaps in the dense canopy, illuminating the taut muscles of these Hippogriffs. He saw their raised manes and how some fallen leaves were scattered as they reared on their front hooves. 

Dylan raised an eyebrow. "So, I fed you all for nothing last time?" 

The low, growling whinnies of the Hippogriffs made the vines around the forest floor rustle. Dylan narrowed his eyes. They really did prefer the hard way over the easy one. A cold smile curved his lips, and black mist surged from his fingertips, swirling and gathering until it coalesced into a vast, seemingly sky-obscuring phantom behind him. 

Instantly, a chill, laced with despair, swept outwards from Dylan, engulfing everything in its path. The black figure resembled a Dementor but was immensely large, more oppressive and intimidating than any ordinary Dementor. 

The Hippogriffs all froze, their manes instantly bristling, and they let out sharp, startled Hrr-hrr cries. However, Dylan had already cast a Silencing Charm around them. No sound from what was happening here could get out. 

The group of Hippogriffs trembled, their legs shaking under the invisible pressure of the enormous Dementor phantom. Their previously majestic wings now drooped limply. 

Thump. When the first Hippogriff couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed onto the ground, the whinnies of the other companions instantly turned into fearful whimpers. 

Dylan gave a cold snort. He flicked a finger. The meat strips that had been hovering near the Hippogriffs flew up again, then slapped down in front of them. 

Dylan withdrew the black figure – he had been using his Dementor Power just now, though he hadn't actually absorbed any souls or emotions from other creatures. But merely using the Dementor Power could still create such a formidable display. It was a new discovery and application of the Dementor Power for Dylan. 

"This ability is similar in effect to what the Rod of Authority creates, but the Rod of Authority doesn't make me look like the head of the Dementors," Dylan muttered, watching the trembling herd. The Hippogriffs tentatively pecked at the meat strips in front of them with their beaks, unsure whether they should eat or not. 

He waved his hand again. The meat strips were forcibly shoved one by one into the Hippogriffs' mouths. Watching them swallow all the meat strips, Dylan finally revealed a gentle smile of satisfaction. "See? Wasn't that easier? You had to force me to use force, making everyone unhappy." 

At this moment, Serquiel, who was beside Dylan, was also sprawled on the ground – Dylan had released the Dementor Power closest to him, and naturally, he had borne the brunt of the pressure. 

Swallowing hard, Serquiel tried to stand up. But as soon as it did, its legs turned to jelly, and it collapsed again. It got up, its legs gave way, and it flopped down again. Finally, it simply lay on the ground. 

Dylan walked over to the other Hippogriffs. Watching them, he couldn't help but fall into thought. In truth, Dylan had already gained a preliminary grasp of methods to modify others' memories. If he wanted to take all these Hippogriffs, Hagrid's memory would definitely need to be altered. However, this spell wasn't perfect yet in Dylan's opinion. Dylan was also afraid that using it directly on Hagrid would turn the already not-so-clever giant into an idiot just like Lockhart. 

"Best keep researching with Lockhart for now, there's no rush." There was truly no better experimental subject for researching how to modify and manipulate others' memories than Lockhart, who had managed to wipe his own memory. For a while now, he had been conducting various studies on Lockhart. He had discovered that Lockhart provided him with far greater returns on memory-related spells than any other spells or experiments. He wondered if this guy was some kind of 'memory saint'. He was poor at everything else but surprisingly adept with the Memory Charm. And now it was even stranger; other spells didn't work well on him, but memory-related experiments were incredibly effective on Lockhart. They worked remarkably well. No matter what results he wanted, after a few experiments, Lockhart was like a pixie on potions, always giving him peculiar new outcomes. 

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Dylan glanced at the Hippogriffs before him. Seeing them all trembling with fear, their previous arrogance and wariness towards him had now turned into fawning and fear. 

"Whatever I feed you, you eat it. Understand?" 

Nod, nod, nod! The group of Hippogriffs nodded their heads frantically. 

"Good. You finally understand what obedience means. But there's no reward." Dylan narrowed his eyes, smiling as he looked at them. "I'll be back next time. Don't try to tell anyone I was here, alright?" Dylan's tone was gentle. 

However, to the Hippogriffs, it sounded like a demon crawling out of the abyss, shrieking right in their ears. They nodded frantically again, terrified. 

After giving them a little lecture, Dylan finally looked at Serquiel, then walked over. To his surprise, the creature actually took a step back. Its normally sharp eyes held a hint of unease, looking like fear, but perhaps slightly different from pure fright. While Dylan and Norbert weren't stuck together every minute, they saw and interacted with each other daily. And after spending so much time with a dragon, he had some understanding of the gaze of these proud creatures. 

"Are you considering me a rival?" Dylan raised an eyebrow. 

Serquiel let out a low whinny. Although still lying on the ground, it lifted its head. 

"Interesting." Dylan suddenly wanted to just toss this Hippogriff into his spatial world right now. When it saw that a whole group of Dementors, including a Basilisk and a Dragon, were all under his command, would this creature still be so arrogant? 

Lost in thought, Dylan glanced at its limp limbs on the ground. 

"Hrr! Hrr!" Serquiel whinnied as Dylan looked at its legs. Even though Hippogriffs' faces were covered in feathers, Dylan still felt he saw a hint of embarrassment on the Hippogriff's face. 

"Alright, I have other things to do. Go join your family." Dylan pulled his thoughts back. He waved his hand. 

He looked around again, but didn't see Buckbeak anywhere – though he couldn't really tell the difference between the many Hippogriffs anyway. Perhaps Buckbeak was here too. 

"Serquiel's easy to spot, though, all black." Dylan waved at Serquiel, using Peeves' power to help it get back on its feet. Then he turned and left. 

He had still been hoping to find out where the Unicorns were and get a bit of blood and hair, plus some horn dust. Unfortunately, he circled around a few times but didn't see any sign of them. Instead, he ran into a few more Acromantulas. 

Dylan casually extracted the souls of some Acromantulas that were too slow to escape or tried to attack him head-on, then threw them into his own world. Acromantulas without souls were nothing more than mobile venom storage for him. He just had to feed them a bit every day to keep them from starving, and he could continuously harvest Acromantula venom and their materials. 

—Although Acromantulas with self-awareness could also achieve this effect, conscious Acromantulas would conflict with other creatures. Just look at why there were so many giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest. These creatures had hardly any natural predators in the forest. Weaker creatures couldn't fight Acromantulas. And if powerful creatures were alone, they couldn't resist the sheer numbers of a large group of Acromantulas in a 'spider sea' tactic. And a group of powerful creatures usually didn't travel together. Dylan didn't want his world to become a spider's domain in the future. At least, if he wanted to introduce a large number of Acromantulas to become permanent residents, he would have to wait until he upgraded his entire world again and expanded it to a certain extent. If his space truly became a world, even dedicating an entire forest as territory for these spiders would be more than enough and wouldn't affect anything else. 

"Forget it, if I can't find them, I'll just go back," Dylan sighed. 

Night had fallen deep. Although this wasn't the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest, the mist still drifted through the ferns like crumpled grey gauze. Dylan kicked aside a mushroom and turned around, only to suddenly notice a slender figure standing in the shadows diagonally behind him. 

The figure was somewhat thin, wearing a blue Ravenclaw robe that looked a little old, with some mud clinging to the hem. Dylan froze for a moment. Reflexively, he wanted to raise his wand. However, he quickly realised that the girl was also a student. So, meeting here in the middle of the night... it seemed neither of them had much right to accuse or be wary of the other. After all, they were both breaking the rules. 

But more so than that, Dylan was curious: When had this girl appeared here? Or had they just happened to run into each other? He hadn't even really sensed her presence at all! 

He looked at her light golden hair, which was casually draped over her shoulders, reflecting a soft glow in the moonlight. The girl's face was a little thin, her skin fair, and a pair of pale silver eyes were particularly striking. She was calmly looking back at him now, her expression seemingly not surprised. 

"Hello there." 

Huh? Dylan was taken aback again. The girl's voice was very pleasant, like a gentle breeze drifting through the forest – like a ghost. 

"Hello?" Dylan watched her. 

"Are you looking for something too?" the girl asked. 

Huh?? Dylan sensed her for a moment. This girl seemed to be human. Not something else, like a ghost. 

"I just went to see the Hippogriffs Hagrid keeps," the girl said. 

The girl seemed a little surprised. "Oh? You snuck out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, just to see them? A bunch of creatures you could see in the daytime?" 

Dylan's face darkened. He rarely felt this utterly stumped. 

"I have a full day of classes during the day, and come to the Forbidden Forest during the day? Without Hagrid leading the way? Are you mad or am I mad?" 

His words made the blonde girl pause, but they didn't provoke any negative emotions in her. Instead, she nodded. "You have a point." 

Dylan: "..." 

So? Sister, what exactly do you want? 

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