Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

The Headmaster's Office.

Outside the window, the moonlight flowed like water, casting a serene glow.

Dumbledore, who had been playing with his bird, slowly turned around, a gentle smile on his face. "Filius, Minerva, please sit down. There's no need to rush."

Professor McGonagall stood tall and upright, while Flitwick, though short in stature, wore an equally grave expression beside her.

"This matter absolutely cannot be taken lightly!" McGonagall declared firmly.

Dumbledore took a seat on his own.

"I understand your concerns. Dylan is an exceptionally talented boy. In your eyes, he is like an uncut gem, brimming with limitless potential. But it is precisely because of his strength that he is more likely to teeter on the edge of darkness."

McGonagall glanced at Flitwick. "Exactly! I had no idea he wanted to teach himself Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

"You know as well as I do that self-studying Defense Against the Dark Arts is dangerous. One misstep, and he could lose himself!"

Professor Flitwick looked somewhat embarrassed.

After Dylan left, Flitwick had intended to seek Dumbledore's advice. He hadn't expected to run into McGonagall, who was also on her way to see the headmaster.

Naturally, he couldn't hide Dylan's desire to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts from her.

And so, the situation had come to this.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at the two. "You must understand, young people are always curious about the unknown."

"I heard he used *Incendio* to kill a troll?"

McGonagall's face tightened as she nodded.

"This clearly shows the boy has remarkable learning ability and judgment. I believe it was after reading about the Fiendfyre Curse in a book and combining it with his knowledge of the Fire-Making Spell that he developed an interest in learning Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Seeing that the two still hadn't sat down, Dumbledore paused, leaned on the table, and stood up.

"Our duty as professors is not to simply stop him, but to guide him."

He walked to the window, gazing out at the snowy night.

"If he wants to learn, and we don't teach him, won't he just try to teach himself?"

"Didn't you say he came to you precisely because he couldn't figure it out on his own, Filius?"

Professor Flitwick nodded softly. "That's exactly what he told me."

Dumbledore turned around and smiled. "So, as long as we provide him with a safe framework and guide him in the right direction, I believe he won't fall astray."

"After all, he's a Gryffindor."

Flitwick nodded again. "Exactly. The boy is clever, full of spirit, and honestly, I don't think his desire to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts is all that outrageous."

McGonagall shot him a look, her lips twitching before she finally spoke. "Yes, learning the counter-curse to Fiendfyre isn't exactly outrageous. But what if I told you he brought up a new spell today..."

"The Entropic Fracture Curse?"

"Huh?"

Both Flitwick and Dumbledore turned to look at her.

McGonagall sighed.

"In all my years of teaching, I've never seen a young wizard with such audacity! His boldness far exceeds my wildest imagination!"

Flitwick frowned. "What do you mean? This new spell... the name doesn't sound very friendly."

McGonagall's brow twitched.

"He seems to have hit a snag in his research on Human Transfiguration. Today, while we were discussing Transfiguration, he suddenly brought up this spell."

McGonagall sighed again.

"Just from the name, you can probably guess. Dylan said that while Transfiguration can be used in combat, it requires the caster to focus on imagining the target's transformation. Instead..."

"Instead of transforming the target, why not just... warp them?" Flitwick interjected.

McGonagall nodded gently.

"Merlin's beard!" Flitwick exclaimed.

"Those who aren't deeply familiar with Transfiguration would indeed struggle to use it effectively in combat. Dylan's idea is to create a spell that directly warps the target's body, even splitting it into several parts."

"And to prevent the target from being split into something even more dangerous than the original wizard, Dylan suggested that the spell should only split the target into two parts or simply warp specific limbs..."

"This way, it would significantly hinder the opponent's combat ability."

As McGonagall finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the headmaster's office.

After a long pause, Dumbledore finally looked at McGonagall, his expression complicated, as he carefully chose his words.

"Well... he is only a first-year. Wanting to apply Transfiguration in combat is something many young wizards think about."

"But the spell he wants to create... is indeed quite alarming. While the theory is sound—purely from a combat perspective—actually putting it into practice could easily lead one down a dark path."

Dumbledore sat back down in his chair.

"Perhaps you could guide him further, helping him understand that creating spells isn't as easy as it seems."

"Additionally, you could discuss spell shaping and secondary control with him. These are crucial for practical combat applications."

McGonagall was silent for a moment before nodding.

Spell shaping and secondary control could transform a basic spell into something far more versatile and powerful.

For example, *Fiendfyre* was an advanced form of the Fire-Making Spell.

She hadn't discussed this with Dylan before, as it required a wizard to have near-perfect mastery of a spell.

But now...

She decided it was time to talk to him more, even if the concepts might be beyond his current understanding. It might steer him toward the right path and away from those... unconventional ideas.

"And Filius, while Defense Against the Dark Arts doesn't typically teach the counter-curse to Fiendfyre, Dylan is no ordinary young wizard. Understanding such spells is part of mastering magic. If you believe he can handle it, there's no harm in teaching him."

Dumbledore reassured the two professors. McGonagall and Flitwick exchanged a glance before finally taking their leave.

After they had been gone for a while, Dumbledore suddenly looked toward the door.

"Severus, did Dylan come to you as well?"

Professor Snape emerged from the shadows, his expression cold.

"Look at the mess we're in. This is what happens when you hire such a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You've driven a promising young wizard to this point."

Dumbledore: "..."

(End of Chapter)