Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

"Is this encouraging me to attack a professor?"

Looking at the identifier behind the achievement, it was clear that this was a continuous achievement, just like the previous ones.

There would definitely be follow-ups like "Attack a Professor (II)" and "Attack a Professor (III)"...

"This is insane."

Dylan rubbed his temples.

After all, even when he had killed a troll earlier, the reward had only been some potion ingredients—troll snot.

A huge lump of it.

It was worth quite a bit of money if sold.

It had nicely made up for the fact that he had burned the troll's snot away with the Fiendfyre Curse.

"This time, I only used a Confundus Charm on Quirrell. What about next time?"

Would the subsequent achievements require him to use the Severing Charm, or even the Killing Curse, on a professor to unlock them?

"Tsk!"

Dylan opened his book and lowered his head.

But his gaze fell on the top of the system panel.

A star was shining brightly at the top of the panel. Though not as dazzling as the previous max-level advanced spell, it was still quite radiant.

"Let's see what spell I'll get this time. It's just a beginner-level spell, so it can't be too outrageous, right?"

As Dylan focused his thoughts, he felt as if he had entered another world, where he could gaze up at the stars above.

At that moment, the star trembled and suddenly became surrounded by gold and silver hues.

In the next instant, the star exploded, and beams of light rained down into Dylan's body.

**[Message]:** Congratulations! You have mastered the max-level spell—Rictusempra (The Tickling Charm)!

"Hmm…"

A spell appeared in Dylan's mind.

Soon, he fully mastered the spell and understood its effects.

The target of the spell would be overcome with uncontrollable laughter.

It was a spell with little practical use, but in a fight, it could briefly distract an opponent.

"Oh well, it's just a beginner-level spell. I wasn't expecting anything too useful anyway."

Dylan shook his head.

At least it wasn't a dark magic spell.

That was already a good thing.

Dismissing the system panel, Dylan continued reading the book in front of him.

When it was almost time for dinner, he headed to the Great Hall to eat. Afterward, he planned to visit the owlery to check on Luna.

Meanwhile.

Behind a low wall.

George and Fred Weasley crouched, hiding and keeping their eyes fixed on the path ahead.

In their hands, they tightly gripped a few freshly made snowballs.

"Heh, we should've learned this kind of magic earlier!"

"But we hit Professor Quirrell in the back of the head, and he didn't look too happy."

"Don't worry about him. He won't bother us. Hey, look, it's Dylan!"

"Shh, get ready!"

Dylan walked down the path, completely unaware of the two.

Just as he passed the low wall, George and Fred exchanged a glance, suddenly stood up, and with a forceful swing of their arms, hurled the snowballs at Dylan.

"Take this!"

Dylan, still thinking about the spell he had learned that afternoon, was startled by the sudden attack.

He managed to dodge one snowball but was hit by the other.

"Hahaha!"

"We got him!"

The Weasley twins burst into laughter and immediately took off running, expecting Dylan to chase after them.

But Dylan simply stood still, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, a snowball fight, huh?"

He raised his wand.

"Nix Implosio (Snow Collapse)!"

In an instant, the sky above the twins darkened.

"Huh? Did it get dark?"

They looked up, only to see a massive cascade of snow pouring down like a waterfall.

In seconds, the two were buried under a mountain of snow.

"Gotcha!"

The twins flailed their arms and struggled to free their heads from the snowpile.

Their laughter had abruptly stopped, replaced by cries of surprise.

"Hmph."

Dylan snorted lightly and walked past them, heading straight for the owlery.

After feeding Luna and returning, Dylan found the twins still trapped under the snow. He leisurely walked over to them.

"Do you admit you were wrong?"

"Yes, yes!"

"We admit it!"

Only then did Dylan raise his wand.

But instead of freeing them…

He cast another spell.

"Rictusempra (The Tickling Charm)!"

"Wait, Dylan, what spell did you just cast on us?"

"George, I feel like laughing…"

"I… hahaha! Me too!"

"Ahaha! Wait… hahaha!"

…

Time passed slowly.

As Christmas approached, Dylan, after a private tutoring session with Professor Flitwick, was suddenly pulled aside and brought to the Great Hall.

Professor McGonagall was also at the entrance of the Great Hall.

After exchanging greetings, Professor Flitwick explained to Dylan.

"Let me test how well you've mastered your spells. See those Christmas trees over there?"

Dylan turned and saw numerous Christmas trees around the Great Hall, including inside. The ones inside were particularly massive—eleven in total.

Just as Dylan was wondering how Professor Flitwick planned to test his spells, the professor spoke up.

"These Christmas trees look too bare. Why don't you decorate them a bit?"

"…"

Dylan: ?

Professor McGonagall smiled. "Thank you for your help."

As she spoke, she elegantly waved her wand.

The ceiling of the Great Hall instantly transformed into a deep, starry sky, twinkling with countless stars.

A few larger stars streaked across, trailing long tails and accompanied by snowflake effects.

Professor Flitwick also gave his wand a gentle flick, and green vines began to wind up the legs of the dining tables, quickly wrapping around the edges. The vines sprouted bright red holly leaves and white nuts.

The plates were enchanted too, their edges adorned with intricate golden snowflake patterns, while the cutlery transformed into silver reindeer antlers.

Dylan sighed inwardly.

He raised his wand.

"Swish!"

With a wave of pink stardust particles, the moisture in the air rapidly condensed, forming delicate, hexagonal ice crystals as thin as cicada wings, which then hung from the branches of the Christmas trees.

Next, the pink stardust swirled again.

Strings of golden-glowing candies appeared, draping the lower branches of the trees.

Each candy was wrapped in shiny, glittering paper.

Then, Dylan summoned a group of glowing magical fairies.

These tiny fairies held ribbons woven from magical threads.

Under Dylan's control, the fairies fluttered joyfully around the Christmas trees, wrapping the ribbons around the branches.

"Oh! A very well-executed Frost Crystallization Charm!" Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up.

"The Candy Summoning Charm was also nicely done," Professor McGonagall remarked with a smile.

"Is that the Fairy Servant and Ribbon Summoning Charm? I just taught you that!" Professor Flitwick was clearly pleased.

Dylan smiled modestly. "Thank you, Professor. Yes, it's the Fairy Servant Charm. I can't help it—I always pick up spells quickly."

Nearby, the Weasley twins, who were busy doing manual labor, looked up at their former compartment-mate from the train.

"Hey, Dylan's already using magic to decorate the place."

"And we're stuck hauling stuff by hand!"

The two felt a bit bitter.

How could a first-year, who hadn't even finished half a semester, already be more proficient with magic than they were?

Who was the upperclassman here, anyway?

After transforming the Christmas tree branches into exquisite magical music boxes, Dylan summoned colorful feathers to adorn the trees.

It was then that he noticed the Weasley twins emerging from the other side of the Christmas tree.

"You're here helping the professors too?" Dylan greeted them warmly.

The twins, however, gave awkward smiles, suddenly reminded of some unpleasant memories.

(End of Chapter)