Hogwarts: Start with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses.

Chapter 129: Old Dumbledore the Spectator

"I didn't expect that after this real, no-holds-barred battle, your abilities have improved significantly compared to the little test I gave you last time."

Professor McGonagall smiled at Dylan, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Especially your magical power, the change is simply enormous! If your magic was just a pond before, now it can be called a lake!"

"I've only seen two or three young wizards with such talent as you."

As Professor McGonagall's words fell, Professor Snape, sitting below the platform, moved his gaze.

Dylan smiled faintly. "You flatter me. It's just that I've grown a lot taller this summer, maybe that's the reason."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan, who had grown nearly a head taller in two months, and fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Every time I see a young wizard grow, it fills me with emotion and a sense of accomplishment."

"Indeed, witnessing the transformation of students is like harvesting the sweetest fruit of our teaching career."

Suddenly, a slightly aged voice came.

The others immediately looked towards the side door.

The brass handle of the side door turned gently, and Dumbledore, wearing a light grey cotton wizard's pajamas embroidered with stars, squeezed through the doorway.

The loose lantern sleeves of his pajamas swayed slightly with his movements, and the cuffs were adorned with delicate silver lace.

A dark grey belt was tied around his waist, and he wore a pair of black soft leather slippers.

His iconic pointed hat was perched loosely on his head, and a few strands of silver hair peeked out from under the brim.

Old Dumbledore's gaze was gentle and profound as he looked at the group. "Dueling so late, are you afraid of being seen by the other students?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what brings you here?" Dylan blinked.

"I had a feeling something might happen tonight, and some portraits told me that a few of the stone statues were missing. I followed the trail and found my way here."

Old Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes sweeping over the platform.

It was still covered in traces of the battle. Almost none of the guardian statues were intact, rubble was scattered on the ground, and there were water stains and shocking burn marks, a patch of black.

Dumbledore walked slowly, clapping his hands gently twice in the air.

The next moment, the scattered fragments of the statues trembled and were then drawn up by an invisible force, soaring into the air and tracing arcs before converging below the platform.

Each fragment seemed to have its own consciousness, accurately finding its place, piecing together and fusing. In the blink of an eye, they reassembled into lifelike guardian statues.

At the same time, the water stains at Dylan's and Professor McGonagall's feet were inexplicably sucked dry, leaving only a dry surface.

And the patches of charred burn marks gradually faded after a flicker of light, until they were completely the same color as the surrounding ground.

Dylan only felt a wave of magic drift around him for a moment, and everything returned to its original state. He couldn't help but pause slightly.

"Reparo?"

This was a very powerful repairing charm. Although not too difficult, when mastered to a high level, it could even repair broken bones and bodies.

And for Old Dumbledore to achieve such a large-scale repair without a wand or incantation, just with a casual wave of his hand,

It was enough to show that he had mastered the repairing charm to the maximum level—at the very least, level nine.

Dylan marveled inwardly.

Old Dumbledore was indeed Old Dumbledore!

A casual move revealed his true ability!

Was this the power of a century-old wizard?

If Old Dumbledore could reach max level even in Reparo, what about other spells?

"If Little Tom's skill set, apart from those dark magic spells, is basically close to max level or hovering between levels six and eight, then Old Dumbledore's..."

His skill set must be uniformly maxed out, or at the very least, levels eight or nine.

"I shouldn't have been given Voldemort's skill set last time. It would have been better to open Old Dumbledore's skill set for me to take a look. Leaving aside dark magic, Old Dumbledore's abilities are definitely much more numerous than Little Tom's!"

Dylan felt a bit regretful.

However, compared to Little Tom's dark magic, he already knew what he should know, and there was no need to know what he shouldn't. In the end, only a few spells remained for him to choose from.

This was still somewhat acceptable to him. But if Old Dumbledore's skill set were opened to him, he would probably be spoiled for choice!

Heaven knew what advanced spells Old Dumbledore had researched and kept hidden during his dueling sessions in his headmaster's office with those ruthless figures and former headmasters.

At that time, he would want this and want that, and in the end, he would probably be agonizing over his choices!

After the guardian statues were restored, Professor McGonagall stood beside Dylan, a hint of embarrassment on her face.

She cleared her throat and said somewhat apologetically to Old Dumbledore, "I shouldn't have used that spell casually."

Piertotum Locomotor was a special spell used to protect the school, and those guardian statues could only be awakened by this spell.

—When she took over the position of Transfiguration professor from Albus, he told her that this spell could only be used when Hogwarts was in danger.

But now she had secretly used it as a trick to test students...

Being caught red-handed by Albus, Professor McGonagall was quite embarrassed.

Old Dumbledore seemed to see through Professor McGonagall's thoughts at a glance, but he didn't intend to reprimand her. Instead, he chuckled and winked at Professor McGonagall.

"It's nothing much. Let me tell you something in secret, I used to always find excuses to tinker with that spell myself."

With that, Old Dumbledore looked at Professors Snape and Flitwick, who had already stood up from their recliners.

"I wonder how far you've progressed? I hope I'm not too late and it's already over?"

Professor Flitwick shook his head repeatedly. "Not yet."

"That's good." Old Dumbledore seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then continued, "May I watch your duel? Hogwarts hasn't had such an interesting event in a long time."

Huh? Didn't something just happen at the end of last semester?

Dylan blinked, then agreed readily, "Absolutely! I was actually wondering if the three of you professors would invite you to join this assessment."

McGonagall: ...

Flitwick: ...

Snape: ...

What was going on?

Was he trying to get them in trouble?

Professor Flitwick quickly chuckled and said, "Look at what the child is saying. This dueling assessment for Dylan was actually proposed suddenly today. The decision was rushed, and it's too late, so naturally, we didn't invite you, Headmaster."

As he spoke, he conjured a new recliner and table, and filled it with fresh fruits and red wine.

Old Dumbledore sat down with a pleased smile.

Professor McGonagall came down from the platform at this time. Old Dumbledore looked at Dylan and asked, "Has your stamina and mental strength recovered?"

Dylan took a deep breath, calmed himself slightly, and then nodded.

Professor Flitwick immediately hopped onto the platform.

It seemed Professor Snape would be the grand finale.

"Ready?"

"Come on, Professor."

"Expulso!"

Professor Flitwick didn't waste any words and immediately unleashed a powerful spell right from the start—perhaps he had wanted to do so for a long time.

Instantly, the tip of Professor Flitwick's wand emitted a sulfurous light, and the spell split into three comet-shaped energy bolts as it flew.

Dylan immediately drew a perfect semicircle in the air with his wand. "Protego Totalum!"

A pale golden magical barrier quickly formed in front of him.

Almost at the same moment, the force of the explosion struck heavily, emitting a deafening roar, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the barrier.

Professor McGonagall, sitting below the platform, unconsciously tightened her grip on the almond biscuit she had just picked up.

Professor Snape, however, raised the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer, but it was immediately drowned out by the roar of the second spell.

—Professor Flitwick's wand tip flashed again, brewing silver-blue arcs of magical energy.

"Ventus!"

As the spell was cast, the twelve crystal chandeliers hanging in the Great Hall began to swing wildly, and Dylan's figure swayed slightly in the gale.

Facing the hurricane summoned by Professor Flitwick, Dylan's eyes narrowed, his pupils suddenly contracting, and the wand in his hand spun rapidly between his fingers, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

"Glacius Tria!"

Instantly, three ice walls in a triangular formation rapidly rose from the ground.

"Boom!"

The outermost layer of ice was instantly torn into diamond-like dust under the fierce impact of the hurricane.

"Beautiful variant of the Freezing Charm!"

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but praise loudly upon seeing this.

His wand emitted one magical light after another, all sorts of magical powers bursting forth unbridled, yet Dylan's offense and defense were impeccable!

It was as if he hadn't used his full power in a long time. Professor Flitwick's movements became faster and faster as he fought, and Dylan could only passively defend.

"Truly worthy of the professor who won the championship using only ordinary attacking spells, without even resorting to curses!"

Dylan suddenly waved his wand. "Repello!"

Suddenly, all the attacks Professor Flitwick had sent were deflected back at him. Dylan drew a few more circles in the air, summoning a shield to block all sides of his body.

Professor Flitwick smiled, using the Levitation Charm to slowly ascend to a height of three meters, the hem of his amethyst-trimmed, custom-made dress robes gently brushing away the remaining ice shards.

"Now, try this—silent casting!"

Despite saying this, Professor Flitwick clearly still gave Dylan a verbal warning.

At the same time, Old Dumbledore, who was watching the duel, suddenly sat up slightly, causing the mead in his glass to ripple.

"Silent casting against a young wizard?"

Professor McGonagall watched the star patterns on the old headmaster's pajamas slowly rotating, knowing he was ready to intervene at any moment to prevent Dylan from suffering any real harm. She couldn't help but smile slightly. "Don't worry, I think he can handle it."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, then leaned back in his recliner again—though the star patterns on his pajamas continued to rotate slowly.

"Buzz buzz buzz—whoosh!"

On the platform, a full twelve invisible blades sliced through the air, even passing through the protective barrier, cutting towards Dylan.

Relying on instinct, Dylan quickly leaned back, bending at the waist, and moved his shield, narrowly avoiding most of the blades' attacks.

However, three bloody streaks still appeared on his left shoulder.

Dylan frowned. "Episkey!"

The beads of blood seeping from the torn fabric of his school robes on his shoulder immediately stopped.

At this moment, Dylan felt a dangerous aura approaching him once again.

Dylan immediately raised his wand. "Revelio Obscurum!"

As the spell was cast, the outlines of twelve transparent blades, shimmering with cold light, suddenly appeared in the air.

"Now it's my turn!" Dylan's lips curled up after seeing the blades, and his wand vibrated violently in his palm.

"Serpens Invoco!"

Under Dylan's spell, the twelve transparent blades that had originally tried to attack him transformed into twelve king cobras. They turned their targets, opened their bloody mouths, and quickly slithered towards Professor Flitwick.

Dylan then followed up by casting the Levitation Charm on them, allowing these venomous snakes to directly attack Professor Flitwick, who was floating in the air.

An exclamation came from the audience. "Severus, did he learn that from you?"

Professor Snape curled his lip. "I haven't taught him Transfiguration—and stop shouting all the time."

Professor Flitwick was quite satisfied with Dylan's quick reaction.

He laughed loudly and dispelled the Levitation Charm. In the instant of falling, he waved his wand and shouted loudly—

"Avis Oppugno!"

Professor Flitwick directly combined two spells into one. In the blink of an eye, countless ravens surged out from his sleeves, like a black cloud, crashing into the swarm of snakes.

The flock of ravens and the king cobras collided fiercely in the air, black feathers and snake scales scattering, forming an abstract painting on the moonstone floor tiles.

"Remember the counter-curse I taught you? The final exam—Fiendfyre!"

The old professor's small body flipped in mid-air, his robes fluttering like a hummingbird's wings.

"Fiendfyre? Are you sure Dylan has learned the counter-curse for Fiendfyre?" Dumbledore's phoenix ring suddenly emitted a golden light.

"I think so." Professor McGonagall's hand had also quickly pressed onto her wand.

Professor Snape glanced at the two of them from the side, continuing to lie leisurely, unhurried.

"Boom—!"

Terrifying Fiendfyre spewed from the tip of Professor Flitwick's wand, quickly raging across the platform.

Then, the Fiendfyre rapidly condensed, actually transforming into a huge eagle, flapping its wings as if to fly!

The Fiendfyre eagle was surrounded by evil flames that burned to destroy everything. The scorching heat made everyone below the platform feel a rolling heatwave.

Dylan looked at the Fiendfyre eagle soaring in the air and blinked.

"Forget Little Tom, Professor Flitwick's Fiendfyre is even worse than Quirrell's."

Facing the menacing Fiendfyre bird, Dylan pointed his wand.

"Glacius Maxima!"

"Aqua Eructo!"

Whoosh!

A powerful magical torrent formed by intense ice and raging waves crashed into the Fiendfyre eagle.

As the steam clouds, where ice and fire intertwined, quickly spread, almost obscuring the entire ceiling, Dylan waved his wand again, and the counter-curse for Fiendfyre erupted.

The small eagle formed from Fiendfyre immediately faltered, and finally let out a reluctant screech before completely dissipating.

A moment later, the steam gradually dispersed, but the platform had become a magical jungle of ice and fire—the left side was a crystal clear ice rose garden, and the right side was still smoldering, charred vines.

Dylan cast another counter-curse on them to prevent any resurgence.

"Excellent! I must give you full marks!"

When everything calmed down, Professor Flitwick looked at Dylan, his face flushed, his eyes full of admiration.

"I didn't expect your combat power to be so exaggerated," Dylan said with a wry smile.

In fact, he hadn't used any of the max-level dark magic he possessed just now, but simply used the spells he had learned and mastered to fight Professor Flitwick.

This led to him actually being at a disadvantage from the start.

When Professor Flitwick was flinging a barrage of spells at his face, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

"It's still better to be Kalthas..."

Dylan suddenly missed the days of setting traps in the secret passage to harm those dark wizards who tried to plot against him.

Under the identity of Kalthas, he could do whatever he wanted without any restrictions!

He could even beat up Aurors!

But now, he was just a young wizard with some abilities.

"Clap clap clap!"

Old Dumbledore stood up and applauded Dylan.

At the same time, he used the Repairing Charm again to smooth out the cracks on the platform.

"Severus, you haven't assessed Dylan yet, have you?"

Old Dumbledore looked at Professor Snape, who nodded slightly with a cold face.

"Excellent, I still have something to watch!"

Old Dumbledore quickly clapped twice more. "Then hurry up! I've already prepared the arena for you!"

Professor Snape's eyelids twitched. "He just finished dueling!"

Dumbledore came to his senses. "Oh—I almost forgot about that. One gets old, and the memory gets a bit poor. You're still young, Severus."

He winked at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape, however, didn't fall for his tricks at all, just snorted softly, then turned his gaze to Dylan.

"I taught you how to brew the special potion for Reparo. Now you can take those potions out and drink them—or are you saving them for Christmas?"

"..."

Dylan, suddenly being scolded, forced a smile. "I don't have the potions on me."

—He didn't really want to conjure items out of thin air from his inventory in front of the professors and Old Dumbledore.

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes. "Then what's the use of the potions you brew? To display them in your dormitory?"

"..."

Professor, isn't your attack power a bit too high?

It really needs to be nerfed!!!

Despite saying this, Professor Snape lightly waved his wand, took out a bottle of Reparo potion, and tossed it to Dylan.

"Drink it quickly, don't delay my rest."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Dylan caught the potion bottle flying through the air, pulled out the stopper, and gulped down the entire bottle.

Professor Snape also stood up.

(End of chapter)

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