Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

"Did Hagrid tell you about the Sorcerer's Stone?"

A low voice drifted from ahead.

Dylan shook his head. "I guessed it based on some details Harry told me. Of course, when I went to see Hagrid recently, he accidentally let something slip, which confirmed that it was the Sorcerer's Stone."

Last time, Neville had dragged him to see Hagrid. After preparing the special fertilizer for the Flame Thorns, they went back to Hagrid's hut. While Neville went to get the fertilizer, Dylan chatted with Hagrid, and Hagrid accidentally let some things slip.

"That guy," Professor Snape said in a dark tone.

"You can't blame him. I think he's been so worried about the Sorcerer's Stone being stolen that he hasn't been sleeping well lately. That's probably why he let it slip," Dylan defended Hagrid.

The reason Dylan brought up the Sorcerer's Stone directly in front of Snape was partly because Hagrid had accidentally revealed some information. Although Hagrid hadn't fully disclosed it, he had stopped himself mid-sentence. But combined with what Harry had described, it was easy to deduce that the item Hagrid had retrieved from Gringotts was the Sorcerer's Stone.

By bringing it up now, Dylan hoped to avoid trouble with Dumbledore later. He didn't want to deal with the old man more than necessary.

Secondly, Dylan wasn't trying to throw Harry under the bus. He suspected that Dumbledore was behind a lot of what was happening. Even if he wasn't directly involved, Dumbledore was certainly aware of Harry's recent activities. So, even though Dylan had used the Flame-Freezing Charm to cover his use of dark magic, he figured it was best to come clean to a professor, especially if Dumbledore was keeping an eye on Harry.

And Professor Snape was the perfect candidate for that role.

Dylan wanted to present himself as a first-year student who, despite knowing about the Sorcerer's Stone, had no interest in it. He wanted to be seen as an honest, reliable, and studious young wizard.

In truth, Dylan did have some thoughts about the Sorcerer's Stone. But it wasn't about using it for immortality. He wanted to study it. In this world, there were only a few ways to extend life: the Sorcerer's Stone, drinking unicorn blood, and creating Horcruxes. But none of these methods were reliable.

The Sorcerer's Stone could prolong life but couldn't stop the body from aging. Unicorn blood cursed those who drank it. And Horcruxes… well, they came with even more side effects, like fragmenting the soul and warping emotions and psychology.

Those who tried to defy the natural order through dark means always met grim ends. But Nicolas Flamel, who had created the Sorcerer's Stone, had fared much better than Voldemort or Herpo the Foul. If Flamel could create the Sorcerer's Stone, maybe its principles could be improved upon. Magic, like science, could always advance with effort.

Professor Snape led Dylan down the stairs, but they ran into two people halfway.

"Hmm? Dylan?"

Professor McGonagall and Quirrell stood in front of Snape and Dylan. McGonagall looked at Dylan, surprised.

Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but Snape cut in, "He used my potion to deal with a troll."

Dylan was surprised but kept his composure, glancing subtly at Snape, who remained expressionless.

Well, well, this old guy…

"What?" McGonagall exclaimed, her wrinkles smoothing out in shock. "You killed a troll? Where?"

Dylan glanced at Quirrell and then pointed toward the dungeons. "Over there, in the bathroom. Harry and the others are there too."

"What?!" McGonagall's eyes widened, and she hurried toward the dungeons.

When they reached the girls' bathroom, they saw a freckled young wizard awkwardly apologizing to another.

"I know what I said was harsh. I'm sorry, Hermione."

As Ron finished speaking, the three noticed Professor McGonagall rushing in.

They were about to greet her when Snape entered, his face dark.

Harry and Ron immediately shrank back, lowering their heads.

"You've got some nerve," McGonagall said, frowning as she looked at the troll lying near the stalls. Its once-menacing body was now charred and disfigured, its limbs twisted grotesquely. Its features were barely recognizable, except for its hollow, blackened eyes staring blankly at them.

"Good heavens, did you do this with Snape's potion?" McGonagall turned to Dylan, who had just entered.

"What, potion?" Ron started to say but was quickly elbowed by Hermione.

"Ow!" Ron winced but didn't dare say more.

Dylan nodded. "That, and my Fire-Making Charm also played a significant role."

Snape stepped forward, pulling out a handkerchief to cover his nose as he examined the troll. After a long moment, he narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Instead, he turned to Harry.

"I heard you were the one who led Hockwood and Mr. Weasley here?"

Harry blinked, hesitating, and looked at Dylan. Dylan, however, kept his eyes down, standing quietly.

Harry pursed his lips. "Yes."

"Good. Mr. Potter, your recklessness nearly caused a disaster. For that, Gryffindor loses twenty points!"

Harry opened his mouth. "But we were looking for Hermione—"

"A student goes missing, and instead of informing a professor, you decide to take matters into your own hands. And now you're talking back? Gryffindor loses another ten points!" Snape's voice grew sharper. "If you have anything else to say, I'll recommend that Professor McGonagall assigns you detention. I wouldn't mind overseeing it myself—"

"Professor Snape, I understand that Harry's actions were wrong. I'll handle this," McGonagall interrupted.

Snape gave Harry a cold look but didn't say more.

McGonagall turned to Harry, her eyes warning him to stay silent.

Harry finally closed his mouth, lowering his head but glancing at Dylan out of the corner of his eye.

Why was he the only one getting yelled at? There were so many others involved!

(End of Chapter)