Chapter 107: Knockturn Alley Should Be My Main Stage! Crucio!
Dylan's dad drove him directly to a villa area.
They had bought a new house here, which Dylan knew.
There weren't many people here, but it wasn't exactly the suburbs either. Driving anywhere was still very convenient.
And according to Dylan's dad, the house prices here weren't cheap either, and it could be considered a sizable wealthy area.
"Finally don't have to live in the basement anymore."
The basement he had lived in before only had a small window, which had to be opened on the ground connecting to the first floor, just like a warehouse.
Dylan spent the whole day at home with his parents.
It wasn't until the evening, after eating a meal cooked by his mother, that he looked at the two of them.
"I have some things to do tomorrow, and I most likely won't be home in the evening. You don't have to wait for me, you can eat and go to bed early."
Maeve was about to go to the kitchen to clear the dishes when she heard Dylan's words and turned her head.
Because their son was coming home, the couple had temporarily sent their nanny home.
After all, their son was studying magic at a magic school, and there were many things that were inconvenient to mention in front of outsiders.
So Maeve took on most of the housework herself.
Dylan did want to just flick his wand and help his mother clean up, but he wasn't sure if using magic here would attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic.
If it caused some unnecessary and messy troubles, it would be quite annoying, so he didn't act.
—Even if he used magic, he planned to do it outside, not at home.
"Going out? Then you must be careful, pay more attention, and don't get scammed," Maeve reminded.
"Don't worry, Mom, your son won't be scammed," Dylan smiled.
With his wife reminding their son, Hubert didn't say anything more, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
No matter what, his son was only eleven years old.
Although he looked much taller and more mature than before after a year apart, as a father, he would still worry.
However, he couldn't help his son with anything related to magic, and he couldn't even afford to hire a bodyguard for his son.
He could only keep his worries to himself.
Dylan had always been very well-behaved since he was a child. Instead of worrying, he might as well earn more money for his son and wife.
Hubert muttered a few words, and after Dylan went back to his room, he went to the kitchen and hugged Maeve's waist from behind.
"Oh dear, what are you doing? Dylan's still home!"
Maeve glared at the man behind her.
Hubert chuckled. "Since our son won't be home tomorrow, and we finally have some free time, how about we go see a movie?"
"And in the evening, we can go have a candlelight dinner. Dylan won't be back, so we can also..."
"Shush!"
Maeve glared at Hubert again with a hint of bashfulness.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"
Seeing this, Hubert grinned.
If his wife said that, it was definitely a go!
Dylan ignored his parents' mushiness.
It was truly not easy for an old couple to still be like this.
Although he sometimes felt a bit depressed, a person should always love themselves first before having the ability to love others.
Therefore, he had already happily accepted the fact that his parents, despite their age, still seemed to be in the throes of passionate love during Christmas.
After a night's sleep, he woke up the next day and saw a note on the dining table outside.
Dylan went straight into the kitchen and opened the microwave.
Inside was breakfast that his mother had specially prepared for him.
After eating, Dylan prepared to go out.
Today's itinerary was a trip to Knockturn Alley.
He had to personally buy some food for Beta and Coal Ball, as well as some special materials.
However, before going out, Dylan first wrote a letter to Hagrid, which mainly contained greetings and his current specific address.
He arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.
On the way, Dylan had already manipulated his wizard robe into a black robe, ensuring it could cover most of his face.
After passing through the pub and arriving at the small courtyard behind, Dylan changed his clothes and also put on a voice-changing mask.
He looked back and saw that no one was following him.
—In any case, the passage of the Leaky Cauldron was the way from the Muggle world to Diagon Alley.
Wizards who truly stayed in the Muggle world themselves wouldn't usually come here.
So Dylan had to be careful not to attract the attention of some Muggles.
Of course, after entering the pub, he had to be even more wary of the attention of other wizards.
He gently tapped a specific brick on the wall with his wand, and the wall opened, forming an archway.
Dylan stepped into it.
He didn't enter Diagon Alley but walked towards Knockturn Alley, which was just a few steps away from Diagon Alley.
If Diagon Alley's streets were wide and bright, then Knockturn Alley's streets looked like a dilapidated slum.
The narrow alleys twisted and turned, and the buildings on both sides were crooked and leaning, as if they could collapse at any moment.
Dim light was blocked by the towering houses, and the air was filled with a mixture of putrid and damp smells, making Dylan frown.
Dylan walked steadily forward, the cobblestone path under his feet was covered with moss, slippery and wet.
The shops on both sides were lifeless, and the items displayed in the windows were all quite bizarre.
—Biological organs soaked in glass bottles and murky liquids, twisted and deformed cursed objects that constantly exuded an ominous aura...
On the side of the street, thin, ragged wizards huddled in the dark corners of the shops, some hunched over, others limping.
Whenever a passerby went by, these people would cast unfriendly gazes, as if thinking about how to divide the other person up and eat them.
Dylan looked at everything around him, and instead of being afraid, he felt a hint of excitement in his heart.
"This is where my dark magic should exert its power! Hehehe!"
Looking at the gazes cast by those with disheveled hair and sinister eyes around him after he appeared, he laughed inwardly.
"What friendly gazes!"
Here, Dylan naturally couldn't trade with others using his real name.
He decided to give himself a code name.
Like Thanos.
"Or Muzan is also good? Uchiha Gandalf also works."
"Would it be a bit strange for others to call me Uncle Mai?"
Dylan took a step, thinking back and forth, and thought of tarot cards. In the end, he decided to use the title of The Fool.
Although he was only eleven years old, his height was already around 1.56 meters—not short for many adult wizards.
If he wore elevator shoes, he would look about 1.7 meters tall.
—Anyway, with a full set of black robes, no one could see clearly.
Dylan's gaze was calm, he strolled leisurely, looking around, unconsciously carrying a sense of looking down.
This demeanor made the surrounding people cast dissatisfied glances, mixed with greedy covetousness.
—Looks like a fat sheep.
These wizards had their souls twisted by dark magic, and once evil thoughts arose in their hearts, they were difficult to suppress.
Dylan was walking down the street.
Suddenly, a black shadow darted over, like an evil wind, rushing towards him from behind.
"Did you think you were Gandalf?"
Dylan turned slightly, raised his wand, and his voice, changed by the mask, was magnetic and low, slowly ringing out.
"Crucio!"
A streak of emerald green light burst forth.
Directly hitting the black shadow!
"Ah—!"
A shrill scream was heard.
A black-robed wizard was blasted away by the powerful force, landing awkwardly on the ground, then curling up in pain, his hands frantically clawing at the ground, his body convulsing violently uncontrollably. Wails of agony echoed.
This scene instantly froze everyone around. The originally noisy Knockturn Alley fell into a deathly silence.
Several nearby wizards widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.
"How dare he, isn't he afraid of the Ministry's Aurors..." A thin, sharp-voiced witch trembled, her words only half-spoken before someone beside her hurriedly covered her mouth.
Not far away, an old wizard leaning on a crutch had a trembling arm, almost dropping his crutch. "Crucio... th-this..."
Even though this was Knockturn Alley, how dare you directly use an Unforgivable Curse?
This was something unimaginable even for the wizards around who had their souls eroded by studying dark magic.
Who did this guy think he was?
The Dark Lord???
Apart from the Dark Lord and his extremely evil Death Eaters, even they, these dark wizards, couldn't just casually utter an Unforgivable Curse!
And yet, this person had just used the Unforgivable Curse in broad daylight!
Dylan's one spell stunned everyone around him.
In fact, the dark wizards who hung out in Knockturn Alley weren't even considered orthodox dark wizards.
-- After all, they didn't even know the Unforgivable Curses.
At most, they were just some former wannabes who had tried to learn proper magic, but due to weak talent, weak strength, and even weaker mentality, they resorted to using dark magic to twist their hearts and souls in exchange for power.
Compared to Voldemort and Snape, these people couldn't even be called dark wizards.
Or rather, the dark wizards they represented were completely different from the dark wizards Voldemort represented, and certainly not on the same level.
Dylan glanced condescendingly at the attacker on the ground, whose struggles were growing weaker, his eyes calm and indifferent.
"Hmm, that's what someone hit by Crucio should look like."
Last time, he had flung dozens of Crucios at Quirrell without giving him a heart attack, which made Dylan marvel that Voldemort could even withstand the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
—Needless to say, Voldemort must have helped Quirrell bear some of the Crucio's pain.
Otherwise, with Quirrell's cowardly and fear-of-death nature, he probably would have fainted from the pain as soon as he was hit.
Dylan held his wand, most of it hidden in his robes.
And upon seeing the spell Dylan cast, several of the nearby individuals who had also intended to attack quickly wrapped their tattered coats around themselves and moved away from Dylan.
Inside the shops along the street, the owners began to curse inwardly—while simultaneously putting away all the disgusting items on their counters one by one.
"If you want to die, go die yourself! Actually using the Unforgivable Curse in the street, are you afraid the Aurors won't get here in time?!"
It was ruining their business!
Of course, no matter how much these people cursed inwardly, they didn't dare to say a word out loud.
Dylan coldly glanced at the group, then walked towards Borgin and Burkes shop.
He had originally wanted to buy some corpses, but now he probably wouldn't have time.
"What a bunch of troublesome guys. I've already shown myself to be so fearless, and they still dare to come looking for trouble."
Dylan shook his head inwardly, ignoring the guy who seemed to be on the verge of dying from pain, and walked into the shop door.
—If the other person died, it was his own fault. If he didn't die, then he could just enjoy the wonderful properties of his Crucio curse.
"Esteemed guest... welcome! How may I be of service to you?"
Dylan stepped into the shop, and a faint musty smell wafted over.
Mr. Borgin had been organizing a twisted skull on a shelf.
Seeing this killing god actually walk into his shop, he immediately plastered on a smile and hurried forward, his voice oily and his waist bent almost at a right angle, his posture respectful, not daring to look Dylan directly in the eye.
He didn't want to be inexplicably hit by a Crucio curse.
—There was already a cautionary tale lying on the ground outside.
Even if the Aurors came and threw this guy into the Wizengamot and then banished him to Azkaban, that would be later.
Right now, he naturally had to lower his stance without reservation and try not to provoke this ominous figure.
"I have a batch of Acromantula corpses, including venom. How much can you take?"
Ever since Dylan unlocked the properties of Avada Kedavra, killing Acromantulas was like strolling through a garden.
As long as he cast Avada Kedavra, all the giant spiders that dared to approach him would be blasted to death by the area of effect.
So Dylan occasionally went to the Acromantula's lair while taking Beta to visit Hagrid, killing dozens of them, and then dissecting them on the spot in front of their fellow spiders.
He took everything useful.
The giant spiders didn't try to stop him at all.
In the beginning, he would be attacked when he went to the Acromantula's lair, but eventually, every time he went, the spiders would frantically try to hide.
However, he wouldn't slaughter them wholesale, only taking a few dozen, at most a hundred, each time.
Compared to the overall number of Acromantulas, it was nothing at all.
Mr. Borgin had thought this ominous figure had come to buy something. Although he thought the other person would be caught by the Aurors soon, it would still be good to make a deal before that happened.
But he was a bit surprised. This guy had actually come to sell him something!
However...
Acromantula corpses and venom?
They were indeed quite rare, and he wouldn't have to worry about selling them.
Mr. Borgin nodded respectfully and said, "Acromantula corpses aren't very useful, but if you have enough venom, then I'll take both the corpses and as much venom as you have... Does this proposal sound satisfactory to you?"
Dylan nodded lightly, raised his wand, and a large jar appeared on the side table.
Mr. Borgin was stunned.
Such a large jar, was it all filled with Acromantula venom?!
That must be hundreds of pints!!!
"My dear venom, how did you obtain this? There's so much!"
Mr. Borgin looked at the large jar filled with Acromantula venom, so shocked that he inadvertently blurted out the question.
After realizing what he had said, his face instantly turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"I... I'm sorry, esteemed guest! I didn't mean to pry into your secrets, please don't blame me!"
Thinking of Dylan just using the Unforgivable Curse to deal with someone in the street, Mr. Borgin swallowed repeatedly, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
Dylan looked at his disheveled appearance, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint arc, his expression calm, with nothing to hide.
"It's very simple. Just find the Acromantulas, cast the Imperius Curse on them, make them spit out all their venom themselves, then I kill them and collect all the corpses and venom. That's it."
Dylan said it casually, but when Mr. Borgin heard it, his expression first froze, and the fear on his face intensified.
—He felt that his back was already soaked.
He really regretted why he had to be so nosy just now!
This ominous figure not only knew the Cruciatus Curse, but also the Imperius Curse?!
What did he mean by saying this? What did he want to do?
Was he threatening him?
Letting him know that since he could easily kill so many Acromantulas and make those poor spiders willingly spit out all their venom themselves.
Did that mean...
He could also use the Imperius Curse to directly control him?
Spit out the venom—meaning hand over all his money?
If he didn't hand it over, would he use the Imperius Curse on him? Turn him into a soulless, demented idiot?
Mr. Borgin swallowed hard.
Dylan frowned impatiently at the other person's appearance. "Do you think there's too much venom and you don't want to trade?"
Mr. Borgin immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"No, no, no, of course I'm willing!"
He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, hurriedly went behind the counter, and with great effort opened a hidden compartment.
He took out four bags from the hidden compartment with trembling hands, placed them on the counter, and pushed them towards Dylan.
"Th-this, here are four... forty thousand Galleons. It's all the money I have at the moment. I'll use it to buy your venom... You see, this is what you deserve..."
Mr. Borgin's face was filled with nervousness and ingratiation.
Dylan looked at the four money bags and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Forty thousand Galleons?
As everyone knew, one pint of Acromantula venom was basically priced at one hundred Galleons.
That was the selling price.
The purchase price would naturally be even lower.
Dylan had originally thought that a hundred pints of Acromantula venom would be worth a few thousand Galleons at most.
—After all, this was the black market.
What he didn't expect was that this Mr. Borgin seemed to have gone mad, actually taking out forty thousand Galleons?
What was he doing?
Did he not want to live anymore?
However, after a slight reaction, Dylan came back to his senses.
He calmly took the four money bags, which had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, from the table.
"Give me one more bag."
"Ah, ah? Esteemed guest, I really don't have any more..."
(End of chapter)
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