Chapter 108: Recite My True Name
"Esteemed guest! Although your Acromantula venom is of exceptionally high quality, not at all the deactivated venom forcibly extracted after killing the spiders,"
Mr. Borgin wailed, his face a picture of misery, "but I really don't have any more, not a single Sickle left!"
Dylan could clearly sense Mr. Borgin's panicked emotions through Legilimency and the Imperius Curse.
He knew the other party had misunderstood his meaning.
Dylan chuckled softly, "If you don't give me a bag, are you suggesting I give you my enchanted pocket? There are quite a lot of Acromantula corpses."
Mr. Borgin was taken aback, then realizing his mistake, the wrinkles on his face relaxed a bit. "Yes, yes, yes, an enchanted pocket? Of course!"
He hurriedly rummaged under the counter for a long time, finally pulling out a large leather bag and three rough-looking messenger bags.
"These are the biggest ones I have. Just put in as much as you can..."
Dylan's black robes swept over, and when he withdrew his hand, the leather bag and messenger bags had already bulged.
"Just right," Dylan nodded with satisfaction.
Finally, he didn't have to stuff so many spider corpses into his system inventory.
And he had also obtained more than four times the value of the venom in gold Galleons, which was quite satisfying.
Dylan casually took the money bags Mr. Borgin had originally used to hold the Galleons as well.
Mr. Borgin hesitated for a moment but only dared to force a smile, not uttering a word or mentioning the matter.
"You did well. Next time I have business, I'll come to you again,"
Dylan's low voice sounded.
What?
Mr. Borgin was stunned again.
There's a next time??
Hurry up and get caught by the Aurors!
This evil fiend should be locked away in Azkaban!
Was taking his forty thousand Galleons not enough??
Even though the Acromantula venom this guy brought was extremely pure, almost unheard of in the market, after he carefully managed it in the black market, he wouldn't end up losing his pants.
—But he was still at a loss!
And a huge loss at that!
Even so, this fiend wasn't willing to let him go?
Mr. Borgin cursed inwardly, but on the surface, he didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect, not even daring to think too much in his mind.
—Because he was afraid the other party was also proficient in Legilimency.
Even if he didn't use the Imperius Curse on him, just a Legilimens spell would allow the other party to understand his thoughts, and then the Imperius Curse wouldn't be far behind, would it?
"You seem unhappy?"
Dylan's words made Mr. Borgin's body stiffen.
You bloody hell... you took so much of my money, and you still want to come back and scam me again next time? You expect me to be happy??
"How could that be? Being able to do business with an esteemed guest like you is truly my, old Borgin's, fortune!—A great fortune!"
Mr. Borgin said with a forced smile, "Then I'll be here waiting for your next visit. As long as you come, I'll always be here!"
Dylan nodded. "Good, don't worry, there will definitely be a next time."
"....." Mr. Borgin forced a smile, almost gritting his teeth, "That's truly an honor."
Dylan's trip out this time earned him forty thousand Galleons in one go, which was equivalent to two hundred thousand pounds, so he was quite satisfied.
He walked unhurriedly to the door. Seeing him about to leave, Mr. Borgin hurriedly jogged forward to open the door for him.
"Take your time, take your time!"
Dylan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
This old codger.
If he really took his time, this old codger would probably be a bit unhappy, right?
After walking out the door, Dylan couldn't help but sigh.
Unexpectedly, money obtained by robbery was indeed the fastest.
"Wait, this was purely a transaction, how can it be considered robbery? Who did I rob? Who was robbed by me? This was clearly a voluntary transaction!"
Dylan walked on the dark and narrow streets of Knockturn Alley, feeling light as a feather. The black cloak behind him billowed like Professor Snape's.
The dilapidated shops on both sides had their doors and windows tightly closed at some point, and faint, unintelligible whispers could be heard from within.
Swish
Suddenly, the space in front of him shattered like a broken mirror, rippling with irregular cracks.
Immediately afterward, the light twisted, and space warped.
A group of Aurors apparated into existence, each wearing the distinctive special robes. As soon as they appeared, one of them shouted at Dylan.
"It's you—"
Before he could finish speaking, Dylan's eyes under the mask lifted slightly.
The man met Dylan's calm, water-like gaze, and his expression froze.
In that instant.
Dylan neither spoke a spell nor waved his wand.
Swish—!
But a wordless Imperius Curse shot out silently and accurately hit the speaking Auror.
The latter's eyes immediately became hollow, and his body stiffened.
The other Aurors were stunned. "What's wrong with you?"
Just as they opened their mouths, the Auror controlled by Dylan slowly raised his wand, but his target was not Dylan, but his comrade beside him.
"Bat-Bogey Hex!"
"Hey, what are you doing!"
The Aurors instantly descended into chaos.
"It's a curse! What did you do to him?!" An Auror reacted and immediately turned his head, shouting at Dylan.
"Th-that... that looks like the Imperius Curse!" another Auror said, his face pale.
"What? The Imperius Curse?!"
"How is that possible? He just raised his eyes! He didn't even say a spell!"
Several Aurors had shocked expressions on their faces.
Even the Dark Lord had to say the incantation and wave his wand to use an Unforgivable Curse, right?
What gave you the right?
Were you even more of a Dark Lord than the Dark Lord himself??
Dylan glanced at the Bat-Bogey Hex cast by the Auror just now and shook his head slightly.
"Too weak."
Facing these Aurors, Dylan roughly assessed their level.
—Quite average.
Even appalling.
"They feel even less threatening than Professor McGonagall's summoned magical puppets. No wonder Voldemort could sweep through the Ministry of Magic."
He casually raised his wand. "Imperius Curse!"
Several streaks of black spell power shot out from the tip of his wand.
Several more Aurors were instantly controlled by him.
—Since he was operating under a code name, Dylan naturally wouldn't use transparent wand effects to cast spells.
"I didn't expect these people to be even easier to control than Beta when she was still an egg."
The expressions of the Aurors controlled by Dylan all became wooden and dull, yet they would unhesitatingly turn around, raise their wands, and begin attacking their teammates.
The other wave of Aurors could only be forced to wave their wands and counterattack.
In an instant, spells rained down like artillery fire, shooting back and forth wildly.
The entire Knockturn Alley was almost filled with the light of spells, and painful cries and angry roars intertwined and echoed.
Dylan slowly put away his wand, lifted his foot, and weaved through the spells, leisurely walking towards the direction of Diagon Alley.
"Incendio!"
A burst of scorching flames, carrying rolling heat waves, lunged towards Dylan's back.
Dylan ignored it.
"Impedimenta!"
A silver spell shot swiftly from the corner, colliding with the ball of fire with a loud bang.
Behind Dylan, sparks immediately burst forth and a piercing shriek echoed, the light as bright as day.
"Colloportus!"
"Diffindo!"
Dylan seemed detached, completely ignoring the exploding spells behind him, his steps steady, moving further and further away from the battlefield.
Until a low yet extremely penetrating voice drifted over, echoing in the air.
"I am the Fool, and also Karthus. Recite my true name, and before I personally end you, I will grant you a moment of forgiveness."
By the time Dylan's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, Knockturn Alley returned to a brief moment of silence, which was immediately broken by the Aurors' mutual attacks.
The wretched dark wizards around had initially been too frightened to move by Dylan's Crucio curse.
But they still thought that once the Aurors arrived, this audacious wizard would be subdued and receive the most cruel punishment.
However, when the Aurors really did arrive, Dylan's masterful Imperius Curse caused these Aurors to kill each other, which gradually began to change the mindset of these dark wizards.
Some cast admiring glances. "To be able to control such a large group of Aurors so easily... By Voldemort! Is he playing with a bunch of dolls?"
The eyes of a young, limping dark wizard also flickered with fervent light as he stared in the direction Dylan had left, his breathing becoming rapid.
He could have tormented Muggles with his magic and acted recklessly, sneering at these self-important Aurors.
But after that Dark Lord fell, he could only hide like a rat.
Those damned Aurors knew nothing but lording over him every day!
Yet he didn't dare to say a word!
But now... they had been punished by someone else!
Dylan's blatant manipulation of the Aurors, treating them as if they were nothing, ignited the fanaticism in the hearts of many dark wizards present.
They too had once been able to sneer in the sunlight, reveling in the madness under Voldemort's leadership!
But at this moment, they could only shrink back in fear of the Aurors, afraid of being caught for doing anything.
Living without dignity, like a despised insect.
It wasn't that no one had tried to resist, but no one was that Dark Lord!
Anyone who dared to resist had eventually disappeared without a trace...
But now, someone could actually toy with the Aurors like this and leave swaggeringly!
Could it be... that the era of dark wizards was returning?
"The Fool... The Fool... The Fool!"
The limping young dark wizard had a gaunt face, but his eyes burned with fervor.
He grabbed a piece of dry bread, took a bite, but repeatedly recited the Fool's name in his heart.
It wasn't just him; the other dark wizards who had witnessed the Aurors slaughtering each other also began to whisper incessantly.
Their tone was as devout as if they were calling out another person's name.
And the Fool Dylan, whom they were calling, had already changed out of his black robes, taken off his mask, and removed his elevator shoes.
He had transformed back into a little wizard about to start his second year.
Dylan walked into the familiar pet shop in Diagon Alley, and a faint smell of licorice and the fishy, musky odor of animal fur wafted over him.
But it was quickly dispersed by the air fresheners on the shelves.
Dylan bought a lot of fresh meat strips here.
After leaving, he went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
The warm air inside the shop, carrying the scent of fabric dye, gently entered Dylan's nostrils.
Various wizard robes hung in the shop, and under the glow of the magical chandeliers, robes made of silk and brocade shimmered, attracting attention.
Madam Malkin was organizing the shelves. She glanced up and saw Dylan, her eyes lighting up, and a rather bright smile instantly bloomed on her face.
"Ah, Mr. Dylan, at this time, you should be on holiday, shouldn't you?"
Madam Malkin greeted Dylan warmly, then quickly went around the counter, taking small steps towards him.
"Yes, Madam Malkin, I just got out of school and came right over," Dylan smiled.
Madam Malkin also smiled. "Did the robes you ordered from me last time still fit well?"
Madam Malkin's shop in Diagon Alley actually did quite well.
—After all, it was backed by Hogwarts.
Although her robe shop wasn't Hogwarts' exclusive partner, or even the only clothing shop in Diagon Alley.
But most new students, with Dumbledore's endorsement, usually came to her shop to buy their school robes.
It was rare to see a little wizard like Dylan, willing to order a large number of robes from her.
Therefore, Dylan could even be considered a major customer of her shop.
Madam Malkin's attitude towards Dylan was naturally even more enthusiastic.
—After all, she was just an ordinary individual businesswoman in Diagon Alley, even in the entire British wizarding world.
"I wonder, this time, are you looking to add a few more new robes, or do you have any other special requests?"
Madam Malkin enthusiastically introduced to Dylan, "I've just received some very rare fabrics. There's protective fabric that can resist minor spell attacks, and there's also magical silk that changes color with your mood—it would make an excellent little accessory."
"Although the quality is still not as good as Twilfitt and Tattings, the advantage is the cheap price, and the robes made from these fabrics are both beautiful and practical. Would you like to consider them?"
As she spoke, she remembered something and quickly turned around to take a thick picture album from behind the counter, filled with robe designs.
"Although Hogwarts wizard robes all have the same style, you can also try wearing some novel styles of robes when you're at home or want to attend some banquets. I have them all here."
Dylan cleared his throat, not letting Madam Malkin fuss for too long.
If he wanted any fabric or style, he could just use the system's beautification function to modify it.
—However, since it cost a hundred Galleons each time, ordinary styles and designs were indeed better to have Madam Malkin make for him directly.
So Dylan still smiled at Madam Malkin, "I came this time to order ten more robes—because I've grown a bit taller, and although my old robes can still be worn, I'd still like to make some more spacious ones."
"Ten robes?" Madam Malkin's smile became even more eager. "Alright, alright, are they all the same style? Don't you want to wear some nicer robes at home that are different from your school uniform?"
Dylan thought for a moment and nodded. "Then let's order ten different styles."
"Alright, alright! You can tell me all your requirements, and I'll write them down."
Madam Malkin directly took out her notebook and quickly began recording Dylan's requests.
Finally, she measured Dylan's height and specific dimensions, and Madam Malkin nodded.
"You've really grown quite a bit! You'll definitely become a handsome young man in the future."
Dylan pursed his lips and smiled. "Am I not handsome now?"
"(υυ)..." Madam Malkin paused slightly, then burst into laughter. "You are handsome now, but you'll be even more handsome in the future!"
"Then I'll take your kind words."
After ordering twenty sets of robes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Dylan finally bid farewell to Madam Malkin.
"Let's go buy some potion ingredients."
Dylan went to buy some ingredients and happened to pass Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour on his way back.
The colorful sign at the entrance swayed gently in the breeze, and the enticing aroma of milk wafted over, making Dylan stop.
"Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour..."
Regarding this owner, he had quite a few scenes in the original work, especially since he knew a lot about medieval history.
"Hmm, maybe I can say hello."
Dylan pushed open the door.
The crisp sound of a bell rang out.
Walking into the ice cream parlour, the interior was quite cozy, with colorful tables and chairs neatly arranged, and the freezer filled with ice cream of various colors and flavors.
"Oh, a little wizard? Good afternoon, young man, are you alone?"
Dylan nodded.
Florean chuckled. "Welcome, what flavor of ice cream would you like?"
Dylan glanced around. "Please give me a chocolate raspberry sundae."
"Excellent choice, coming right up!"
Florean deftly made a sundae for Dylan, inserted a small spoon, and handed it to him.
"Try it, many Hogwarts students buy ice cream from me."
Dylan had already changed into his Hogwarts wizard robes.
—This could save him a lot of trouble.
"Young man, what year are you in?"
Florean was clearly a friendly fellow. Seeing Dylan sit down at a nearby table, he leaned his hands on the counter and asked Dylan.
"First year, sir, going into second year after the holidays."
"Oh? First year?"
Florean seemed intrigued. "Do you know a first-year student named Hockwood?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Sir, that's me. I'm Dylan Hockwood."
A look of surprise flashed across Florean's round face. "You're Hockwood?"
He then burst into laughter. "Sorry, it was a bit presumptuous of me. During Christmas, many little wizards came here to buy ice cream, and when I chatted with them, we talked about you."
"Eating ice cream even in winter."
Florean chuckled. "The taste isn't bad, is it?"
Dylan scooped a spoonful into his mouth and then nodded slightly. "It's really delicious."
Florean's smile widened upon receiving the compliment.
"I learned your name from those little ones, and I also know that your grades and performance at school are quite outstanding. Every professor praises you."
"I haven't seen such an excellent little wizard in a long time. I was wondering when I would run into you. I didn't expect it to be so soon."
Dylan blinked. "Are you trying to see if they exaggerated about me?"
"Hahahaha!"
(End of chapter)
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