Chapter 86: Have You Seen Real Fiendfyre?
"In any case, if Quirrell has already killed the unicorn, I can at least pick up some scraps."
Besides this, Dylan also wanted to see if he could take this opportunity to strike a blow against Quirrell.
Because he had already spent ten thousand Galleons to start a round of intensive training for the Cruciatus Curse.
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[Spells Awaiting Intensive Training]: Crucio (Cruciatus Curse) [Spell Properties Awaiting Activation]: Unending Pain [Intensive Training Task Activated]: Please cast the Cruciatus Curse forty-four times on the same living target. You will unlock the spell's property and complete the intensive training.
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Regarding the Cruciatus Curse, Dylan originally planned to try it on Ron's pet rat, Scabbers.
However, because he needed to cast the Cruciatus Curse forty-four times on it, every time before he even cast the spell, the rat seemed to sense something.
As soon as his gaze swept over, the rat would start squeaking incessantly.
After Ron noticed this, he would quickly take the rat to Madam Pomfrey to see what was wrong.
This prevented Dylan from having many opportunities to succeed.
He originally planned to wait until after everyone fell asleep one night, forcibly cast a Silencing Charm on Scabbers, and then continuously use the Cruciatus Curse on it forty-four times.
But now, Quirrell's appearance made him change his mind.
Quirrell was already a shady character. Not to mention he was currently hiding himself thoroughly, wearing an invisibility cloak.
Apart from Dumbledore, he didn't think anyone else could see through his invisibility cloak.
Even if the other person saw his appearance, would they dare to report him?
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Quirrell went to report him to other professors or Dumbledore.
So what?
Who would believe it?
At that time, just take off Quirrell's turban.
Who would believe that such a kind, lovely, innocent little wizard as him actually possessed the max-level Unforgivable Curses?
And could cast them instantly and consecutively?
No one would believe the words of Quirrell, that evil fellow possessed by Voldemort!
"Hehehehe!"
Dylan chuckled softly.
Besides these two reasons, he also wanted to see if he had a chance to meet Firenze.
Centaurs seemed to have quite a few useful materials...
Like their hooves.
Definitely a good thing!
Could be used to brew healing potions!
Because centaurs' hooves had long treaded on magical ground, and they themselves contained power, their hooves were tough and spiritual, containing powerful natural magic that could resonate with various magical elements.
Taking off their hooves and brewing them with other potion ingredients could not only treat external injuries but also repair bone damage.
Most importantly, after Professor Snape's explanation, Dylan learned that.
This potion brewed from centaur hooves could also form a weak magical protective layer, to some extent resisting the erosion of dark magic, allowing wizards to enhance their resistance to dark curses and jinxes.
It was simply full of benefits!
Of course, Dylan wasn't planning to catch Firenze, kill him directly, and then use his four hooves to brew potions.
—What could four hooves do?
He naturally wanted to find the centaur tribe and directly obtain centaur hooves from the entire tribe.
"It's just that this won't be easy to accomplish."
Dylan didn't insist on obtaining centaur hooves; he just wanted to see if he could meet Firenze first, build a good relationship, and then make plans.
As Dylan gradually ventured deeper into the Forbidden Forest.
The already pervasive damp and decaying air now carried a pungent smell of blood.
Far from being afraid, Dylan's eyes lit up.
"Such good luck, directly stumbled upon the unicorn wounded by Quirrell?"
Dylan's nose twitched slightly. Among the dampness and the smell of blood, he also smelled a grassy fragrance after the rain.
It was indeed a unicorn!
Dylan was a little excited.
Unicorn blood was arguably the top-tier spellcasting material, but any wound caused by malicious intent would cause the unicorn's blood to carry a curse.
Even the products made from it would inevitably be tainted with the curse.
However, Dylan didn't care about this.
He wouldn't use this blood on himself anyway. No matter how cursed it was, it wouldn't affect him.
Even if he really researched something extremely evil cursed object, he could just throw it at Voldemort when they fought.
Dylan pulled the invisibility cloak he had spent ten thousand Galleons to make again, making sure no part of his body was exposed. Only then did he continue forward.
At the same time, his heart was filled with excitement.
This was the first time he would directly face Quirrell!
In the nearly one year since he enrolled, constantly learning magic and studying spells, wasn't it all, to some extent, to have the power to fight back when he met Quirrell?
As Dylan continued to venture deeper into the woods ahead.
He clearly noticed more and more bloodstains on the ground.
These bloodstains exuded an extremely strong malice.
Dylan instinctively didn't want to get too close.
"This blood is almost dry, not much use for research."
Dylan didn't plan to waste time on these bloodstains.
His goal was to directly find the unicorn.
—If the unicorn wasn't dead yet, he would save it, and the unicorn might voluntarily give him some normal blood for him to study.
Then he could go collect the cursed blood filled with malice.
Of course, if the unicorn was already dead when he arrived, there was nothing he could do.
"Whinny—"
Suddenly, a shrill neighing sound pierced the silence.
But it quickly stopped abruptly, obviously someone had used a spell to silence the sound.
Dylan blinked.
"Still alive?"
If the unicorn was still alive, he naturally wouldn't be able to break off its entire horn, but if he could obtain blood willingly offered by the unicorn, that wouldn't be bad either.
Dylan quickened his pace, enveloped only by the Silencing Charm, making not a single sound.
Finally, behind two large trees.
He saw a horrifying scene—
A snow-white unicorn was hung high by thick vines, and fresh blood was constantly gushing from the wound on its neck.
It struggled desperately, the horn on its head flashing with white holy light, but it was still to no avail.
And below the unicorn, a mysterious figure completely shrouded in black robes was looking up, mouth wide open, greedily swallowing the blood dripping down from mid-air.
The vines were still constantly converging, locking the unicorn's neck, slowly strangling it.
Dylan looked at Quirrell with disgust.
"How crude."
He raised his wand.
"Crucio!"
He didn't save the unicorn first. Instead, he unexpectedly directly cast the Cruciatus Curse at Quirrell.
The reason he didn't use Avada Kedavra directly on him was because even Dumbledore didn't dare to do so.
Naturally, he wouldn't let Voldemort die so easily now. If one died and six or seven or eight popped up, making the whole world smoky and chaotic, it would seriously affect economic development.
——His parents' speed at making money for him would also slow down.
There was no dazzling light, no deafening roar.
Dylan simply raised his wand and used the Cruciatus Curse.
From the tip of his wand, the transparent effect he had paid a hundred Galleons to change, surged forth with an invisible force, striking the unsuspecting black-robed figure.
The black-robed figure froze for a moment, and then his body suddenly convulsed violently. The muscles on his face twisted into a mass, completely contorting beneath the hood.
"Ah—this...this is impossible!"
Quirrell's voice was terrifyingly shrill, his tone distorted by the intense pain.
"Who on earth?!"
He spun around abruptly, roaring hoarsely, his voice filled with disbelief.
Besides him and the Death Eaters, who would dare to cast an Unforgivable Curse at Hogwarts?
And on him!!
Quirrell frantically turned his head, filled with fear and anger, but found absolutely nothing.
But even in such excruciating pain, he held tightly onto his wand, making the vines continue to strangle the unicorn.
Dylan, hidden in the invisibility cloak, raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, so resilient?"
Could it be that those who had learned dark magic had a certain degree of resistance to it?
He had never used the Unforgivable Curses on himself, so he naturally didn't know if this was true.
But Dylan was intrigued.
He raised his wand again.
"Crucio × 10!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Streams of invisible, formless magic abruptly shot towards Quirrell.
"Ah!!!"
Quirrell immediately tried to evade after being hit by the second curse.
But no matter how he dodged left and right, he still squarely took five or six of Dylan's Cruciatus Curses.
At this moment, the pain had almost made Quirrell unable to stand.
"Damn it, who is it, who the hell is it!"
Quirrell screamed repeatedly, casting several spells in succession, forcibly supporting himself.
"Invisibility cloak plus a transparent spell, truly invincible!"
Dylan glanced at the unicorn still suspended in mid-air, bleeding profusely.
"Diffindo!"
Dylan directly severed the vines, and the unicorn fell heavily.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
In an extremely short time, Dylan flicked out a Levitation Charm, holding up the unicorn so it didn't directly crash onto the ground.
After slowly lowering the unicorn, which had already lost a lot of blood, it was barely breathing, and its moans had become much weaker.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Quirrell, ambushed and then consecutively hit by so many Cruciatus Curses, and the other party's mastery of the curse was even far beyond his own, making him wish he were dead.
But until now, he didn't know who had ambushed him or where the attacker was!
He was furious beyond words!
"Invisibility cloak, huh? Or invisibility potion? Whatever it is, I'm going to burn you to death!"
Enduring the pain that was almost tearing his heart apart, Quirrell raised his wand and swung it in a circle around him.
"Fiendfyre!"
Whoosh!
In an instant, a thick black flame surged from the tip of his wand.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the black flames transformed into countless ferocious fire snakes, filled with overwhelming malice, extremely evil, and surged towards the surroundings!
The temperature was terrifyingly high. Wherever it went, the air was instantly ignited, making crackling and popping sounds.
The surrounding trees were also rapidly withered and carbonized by the Fiendfyre until they burned to ashes, not even leaving any residue!
"Hahaha, such weak Fiendfyre!"
When Dylan saw the Fiendfyre cast by Quirrell in such a furious state was so不堪, like a child's plaything, he immediately burst out laughing.
"Who?!"
Quirrell suddenly looked in one direction. "There, right? Die!!"
He waved his wand, and countless Fiendfyre snakes fiercely pounced towards Dylan.
Dylan didn't move at all in the face of the surging black flames.
He simply extended his wand from his cloak.
Whoosh!
Instantly, the invisible power of Fiendfyre surrounded him, forming a scorching defensive barrier that tightly protected him.
Almost at the same moment, the several giant fire snakes formed by Fiendfyre, with bared fangs and claws, frantically lunged at him.
Wherever they passed, the withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground instantly vanished from the world.
Whoosh!
A scene that shocked Quirrell occurred.
After those black fire snakes touched the area around Dylan, they actually disappeared without a trace, like mud sinking into the sea, without stirring up a single ripple!
Those flames carrying the aura of destruction didn't leave a single mark on Dylan!
The area surrounded by the flames formed a vacuum zone. The fire snakes coiled around, but couldn't get any closer!
Quirrell's eyes were wide with terror and disbelief.
"How...how is this possible? How can this be?!"
He hurriedly raised his arms and frantically waved his wand again, pouring all his strength into increasing the output of Fiendfyre.
"Die! You monster!!"
In an instant, more fire snakes spewed out from his wand, densely packed.
The trees blocking between the two had already turned into flying ashes, not even a bit of cinder could be found.
The aura of evil spread in the Forbidden Forest.
"Is this your limit? With just this, you want to dance?"
"Have you ever seen real Fiendfyre?"
Dylan chuckled softly and gently moved the wand extending from his invisibility cloak again.
"Fiendfyre."
The voice was not loud, but it carried a certain earth-shattering power.
Boom!
This time, he didn't hide the Fiendfyre's effects with transparency but directly revealed it.
In an instant, an even more evil and terrifying magic rapidly condensed into a huge fire dragon in the air.
As soon as the fire dragon appeared, it seemed to occupy the entire world!
Larger and more ferocious than those bodies formed by countless fire snakes!
The fire dragon roared to the sky and charged towards the group of fire snakes like lightning, opening its bloody maw.
A powerful suction force instantly formed!
Those originally menacing fire snakes, in front of this terrifying fire dragon, were like fragile ants, actually swallowed whole by it!
"Wh...what?!"
Watching the fire dragon continue to charge towards him, Quirrell was so scared he was about to wet his pants.
Just then, a very strange voice sounded.
"You useless idiot, I just swallowed those cursed blood, and you want to exhaust all my power!"
Listening to the rough and hoarse tone, Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"But if I can really instantly kill Voldemort, the unlocked achievements shouldn't be too bad, right?"
(End of chapter)
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