Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

"Professor Quirrell…"

Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

Quirrell had graduated from Ravenclaw, and so had Professor Flitwick.

As fellow Ravenclaw alumni and colleagues at Hogwarts, Flitwick was well aware of Quirrell's teaching abilities—or lack thereof.

However, no young wizard had ever dared to criticize Quirrell's teaching quality in front of him. So, when one suddenly spoke up, it left Flitwick feeling a bit awkward.

Dylan blinked. He had spoken without thinking, but now, realizing the situation, he quickly continued.

"Professor Flitwick, the book only mentions that the Fiendfyre Curse, as a highly powerful dark magic, can only be extinguished by its counter-curse or by using a more potent termination spell than *Finite Incantatem*."

Dylan's gaze settled on Professor Flitwick. "But when used individually, *Vera Verto* isn't particularly powerful and can only temporarily hold off the Fiendfyre Curse."

Professor Flitwick listened quietly before asking, "Everything you've said is correct. But do you know how *Vera Verto* manages to block the Fiendfyre Curse?"

Dylan nodded slightly. "Although *Vera Verto* has the effect of terminating or limiting the influence of any magic, making it one of the most powerful counter-spells, the Fiendfyre Curse is an equally formidable dark magic. It has the ability to burn everything to ashes. Anything touched by Fiendfyre will only stop burning once it has completely consumed its target."

"Therefore, *Vera Verto* likely only contains the Fiendfyre, waiting for it to burn out on its own. It doesn't truly counteract the curse in a meaningful way."

Professor Flitwick looked at Dylan with surprise. He hadn't expected the young wizard to have such a deep understanding of such an advanced and obscure spell.

However, having interacted with Dylan before, Flitwick was already aware of his intelligence. After a moment of thought, he spoke again.

"Regarding the counter-curse for Fiendfyre… I don't think you'll have the chance to encounter this spell in the next few decades—under normal circumstances, that is."

Flitwick hesitated. After all, this was related to dark magic. Even though it was a counter-curse, as a Charms professor rather than a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, teaching such a spell to a first-year student…

"But if you're truly interested, learning more about it might help you understand other spells as well."

After a pause, Flitwick added, "It's getting late now. Even if I were willing to teach you, this isn't the right time. Go back for today, and I'll give you an answer the next time we meet."

Seeing that Professor Flitwick had relented, even if he hadn't agreed immediately, Dylan smiled and gave a slight bow.

"Thank you, Professor. I'm very grateful for your guidance. Merry Christmas!"

"Hahaha!" Professor Flitwick waved his hand with a laugh. "Though it's not Christmas yet, the same to you."

Professor Flitwick valued politeness and respect.

Dylan, whether in terms of his learning progress, intelligence, or manners, was very much to his liking.

After bidding farewell to Professor Flitwick, Dylan began to ponder.

"Now that I've mentioned my interest in learning the counter-curse for dark magic to Professor Flitwick, it probably won't be long before all the professors know about it."

Walking down the corridor, the icy draft made the hallway bitterly cold.

After some thought, he decided this might be the perfect time to visit the other professors.

Like Snape…

"What? You want to learn the counter-curse for Fiendfyre?"

A low, surprised voice echoed through the room as the windowpanes in Professor Snape's office rattled from the cold wind.

Snape narrowed his eyes as he looked at Dylan, who stood before him with an earnest expression.

"No, I've already brought this up with Professor Flitwick. This time, I just wanted to ask you if there's any other way to extinguish Fiendfyre."

"Why the sudden interest in this?"

Snape studied Dylan closely, recalling the strange feeling he had when he saw the troll's corpse.

Suddenly, he asked, "You haven't been secretly studying dark magic, have you?"

Dylan's smile remained unchanged, though he allowed a hint of surprise to show. "What? Why would you think that, Professor? Why would I study dark magic?"

"I am curious about dark magic, though. I want to understand how it differs from regular spells."

"Unfortunately, I've read many books in the library, but I haven't found any that provide a detailed explanation of dark magic."

"Ah! And after reading about the Fiendfyre Curse, I wanted to study how it differs from *Incendio* or even *Flame-Freezing Charm*."

As Dylan spoke confidently, Snape's suspicion seemed to ease slightly.

"Instead of wasting time studying the counter-curse for Fiendfyre, you'd be better off carrying some Acromantula venom."

Snape's voice was cold, each word dripping with icy disdain.

"Oh?"

But his words sparked Dylan's interest.

"Professor, are you saying Acromantula venom can extinguish Fiendfyre?"

He had to admit, Snape was a seasoned dark magic expert. He clearly knew his stuff.

"Indeed. But if you ever encounter Fiendfyre, that tiny bit of venom will only make your death quicker."

Dylan nodded in agreement.

He hadn't known that Acromantula venom could counter Fiendfyre. It seemed he'd have to make some time to hunt a few Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.

Dylan had initially planned to ask Snape a few more questions before moving on to another professor.

But since he was already here, he stayed in Snape's office for a while longer before being unceremoniously kicked out.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut behind him. Dylan rubbed his nose.

"It's almost Christmas, and there are no classes. Couldn't he have chatted with me a bit longer?"

Shaking his head, he slowly made his way to Professor McGonagall's office.

Strangely, Professor McGonagall wasn't in her office.

Dylan knocked for a while, but there was no response.

"Huh? Has she already gone to rest?"

Dylan checked the time. It was past nine, almost ten.

"Well, I'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Unable to find Professor McGonagall, and not daring to approach Dumbledore to ask him to teach him a dark magic counter-curse, Dylan decided to call it a night.

With Christmas Eve approaching, he decided to stop studying and headed back to his dormitory.

(End of Chapter)