《Hogwarts: Starting with Full-Level Unforgivable Curses》 Chapter 1: Starting with Three Full-Level Unforgivable Curses The morning light struggled through the narrow window, spilling into the cramped basement room. Dylan Hawkwood stared at the envelope on his desk, his expression blank. A moment ago, as usual, he had pushed open the window, eagerly hoping the fresh air would sweep away the heaviness of the night. But to his surprise, an owl shot in through the window with a whoosh of wind, flapping its wings wildly and nearly knocking over the candelabra on the desk. It finally landed crookedly on the old wooden table. A letter was firmly tied to its leg, this was the letter Dylan was staring at now. At first, he didn''t pay much attention. But just as he was about to shoo the owl away, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of the unique emblem on the envelope¡ª A shield crest featuring a majestic lion, a soaring eagle, a sturdy badger, and a cunning snake, all surrounding the letter "H." On the top and bottom of the emblem, two elegant ribbons were embroidered with the words "Hogwarts" and "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus." In that instant, his face froze, as if struck by a bolt of lightning from the depths of his memory. ¡°Hogwarts??¡± The familiar yet unfamiliar elements crashed into his mind like a tidal wave, breaking down the dam of his memories. Hermione and her two flaws? ¡°I¡¯m in the Harry Potter world??¡± Dylan had always believed he had traveled to historical England. But he had never received any special powers. His parents were just ordinary office workers in a company, and his family was poor. Over the past ten years, Dylan had long given up on any hopes of receiving special abilities. His life¡¯s ultimate goal had become simple, using his foresight of future technology trends to buy some stocks and live a worry-free life, enjoying food and clothing. But this letter ruthlessly shattered his dreams! This world was far more complicated than he had imagined. Even if he accumulated wealth, it could easily vanish! After all, those damn wizards only needed to wave their wands and utter a few spells. With just one spell, they could control his mind. And all he could do was pray they didn¡¯t plan to kill him. If he encountered an evil wizard, a simple flick of "Avada Kedavra" could end his life in an instant! With that thought, Dylan¡¯s lazy posture immediately stiffened, the sense of danger suddenly overwhelming him. He took the envelope from the owl and watched it fly out the window. ¡°However, at least now I have the chance to learn magic.¡± Since he had received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, it meant he could study magic and possibly protect himself. At the very least, before investing in stocks, he should learn some defensive spells! Dylan made a silent resolution to devote himself to studying magic at Hogwarts. His priority would be to master various protective spells and level up his defenses first! Once he had acquired enough power, he could return to the Muggle world and live out his days carefree. How delightful! Dylan stared at the envelope for a long time. Finally, he reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly as he opened it, pulling out the parchment inside.
44 Ansheng Road, Basement, Mr. Dylan Hawkwood Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, recipient of the First-Class Order of Merlin) Dear Mr. Hawkwood, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies. The new term begins on September 1st, and we eagerly await your owl message by July 31st. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
As Dylan finished reading the last line, a strange interface suddenly appeared before his eyes. ¡°Huh?¡± Dylan froze. Could this be... the late-coming special power? Excited, Dylan quickly began to explore the interface. ¡°Achievement System?¡± The system interface was divided into four sections, Sorting Hat, Magic Scroll, Magic Wand, and Spellbook. The Sorting Hat icon represented his personal information.
Name: Dylan Hawkwood Magic: None Items: Freshman Starter Pack
Clicking on it, he saw that, aside from his name, the spell section was completely empty, after all, he was still a novice. The items section contained a small pack, but he had no idea what it contained. The Magic Scroll icon was linked to quests and achievements. Opening it, there were no quests listed, but an achievement was already unlocked: Achievement: First Encounter Description: You¡¯ve received the blessing of magic! Experience this world full of magic and Muggles! Unlock Requirement: First contact with magic. Achievement Reward: Hogwarts Freshman Starter Pack. Clicking on the Magic Wand icon revealed another page.
Name: Dylan Hawkwood Learnable Spells: None
Dylan glanced through it and realized this tool would help him refine his spells. As for the Spellbook icon, it remained locked and mysterious with no clues as to its purpose. ¡°This really is my special power!¡± Dylan rubbed his hands together, eagerly eyeing the Starter Pack in his inventory. He opened it. A new system prompt popped up. Freshman Starter Pack: Upon opening, you will receive a magical creature and three full-level spells! ¡°What? Three full-level spells??¡± Dylan''s eyes widened in excitement. A starter pack with full-level spells as a bonus? Unbelievable! Thinking about it was enough to get him excited! ¡°The chance of getting a spell like ''Protego'' is probably low, but still...¡± With the full-level curses as a foundation, Dylan wasn¡¯t even that eager about the magical creature. Whatever it was, he didn¡¯t need to buy it. With a heart full of anticipation, Dylan opened the pack. In an instant, four golden lights shot up, soaring toward the sky like dazzling stars descending to earth! Dylan¡¯s heartbeat quickened! The three golden stars changed shapes continuously, then suddenly shattered into black mist, swirling like black holes in the sky! The next moment, three magical pieces of information rushed into his mind. Dylan saw countless figures, not just humans but also strange creatures. He stood in front of them, wand in hand. The first. ¡°Ahh¡ª!¡± The people in the front row fell to the ground, writhing in pain, their screams and wails echoing. The second. ¡°Thud.¡± The group in the middle was hit by a green light, instantly stiffening and collapsing, silent and lifeless. The third. The people at the back had empty, hollow eyes, like puppets. Message: Congratulations, you have mastered the full-level curse¡ªCrucio (The Cruciatus Curse)! Message: Congratulations, you have mastered the full-level curse¡ªAvada Kedavra (The Killing Curse)! Message: Congratulations, you have mastered the full-level curse¡ªImperio (The Imperius Curse)!
Numerous murmurs echoed in Dylan¡¯s ears. The murmurs of the incantations intertwined and overlapped, deeply imprinting into the very soul. At this moment, Dylan even felt as if he didn¡¯t need a wand, these three curses were at his fingertips. However, looking at the three fully leveled curses in his spellbook, Dylan suddenly felt his vision blur. ¡°Did I¡­ did I see that right?¡± He closed his eyes, unwilling to open them. But, there was no need to even glance at the spellbook. In his mind, the three Unforgivable Curses, those invincible spells, began to vividly demonstrate how to torment others. ¡°I¡¯m seriously done for. System, what exactly do you want from me? Are you trying to get me arrested on my first day at school and thrown in Azkaban for life?!¡± Chapter 2: The Shadow Lynx In the wizarding world, there are three curses recognized as the most evil, cruel, and merciless¡ª the Unforgivable Curses. They are the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse, and the Imperius Curse. These three curses are uniquely dangerous. First, they have no counter-curse to break them. Second, they come with extremely harsh conditions to cast them. They require an intense surge of negative emotion and an extraordinarily powerful amount of magic, far beyond ordinary wizards. Just like most dark magic. Once a caster utters the incantation, the dark force seeps into their very soul, slowly eroding their true nature. Because of this, the laws of the wizarding world were once strictly declared: anyone who dares to use these three curses would be immediately imprisoned for life in Azkaban! Dylan was helpless, he never expected that out of all the random fully-leveled spells, these three Unforgivable Curses would fill his spellbook. ¡°Calm down, Dylan, calm down. A curse is just a tool. Even the Unforgivable Curses can be used properly!¡± Dylan lightly patted his cheek, whispering to himself, ¡°At least I have a way to protect myself now, right?¡± It¡¯s said that the best defense is a good offense. While he didn¡¯t draw a Patronus, the Unforgivable Curses weren¡¯t the worst thing that could happen. After convincing himself internally, Dylan finally felt a bit more at ease and turned his attention back to the system panel in front of him. Aside from the three fully-leveled curses, he had the option to claim a free magical creature. ¡°Voldemort, if you¡¯re listening, please give me something cute. I don¡¯t care if it has no power, just don¡¯t make it something that looks like a crazy witch.¡± Perhaps Voldemort heard Dylan''s silent prayer. In an instant, the starry sky above seemed to explode. Dylan felt the space in front of him warp. Before he knew it, a small creature, something like a black cat, but more like a lynx, leapt out gracefully. It was small, its fur dark as midnight, a deep black with no hint of color. Dylan looked at it, and once again, his vision darkened. This little creature, despite being a kitten, lacked any sense of clumsiness. Instead, it exuded an icy demeanor. Looking into its eyes, Dylan felt an unsettling premonition, as though he was gazing at something ominous. ¡°Meow~¡± The little creature¡¯s claws hid beneath its fur, its black eyes locked onto Dylan. [Message]: You have acquired a magical pet¡ªShadow Lynx! [Message]: Your pet space has been activated! If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. ¡°Shadow Lynx?¡± Dylan glanced at the system panel, which showed a detailed introduction to the creature. After reading it, he sighed in relief. ¡°Thankfully, it¡¯s not an evil magical creature. I¡¯ll just need a permit to keep it, or else it would be illegal.¡± The system had also given him a pet space, so Dylan wouldn¡¯t have to keep the little Shadow Lynx with him all the time. ¡°Meow!¡± The Shadow Lynx¡¯s call grew louder, as if trying to communicate something to Dylan. To his surprise, Dylan realized that he could vaguely sense what the little creature was trying to say. ¡°You want me to hold you?¡± Dylan blinked. ¡°Meow!¡± The Shadow Lynx raised its head proudly. Oh, it¡¯s a little tsundere, isn¡¯t it? And why does it sound like a meow, but more like a ¡®moo¡¯? Dylan extended his hand, gently picking up the little Shadow Lynx. ¡°Since you¡¯re my pet now, how about I give you a name?¡± The Shadow Lynx curled its legs, giving Dylan a sidelong glance without reacting. ¡°You look so handsome, with your dark fur. How about I name you¡­ Coalball?¡± ¡°Meow?!¡± The Shadow Lynx bared its teeth. Dylan chuckled, noticing it didn¡¯t object, and its eyes brightened with what seemed like approval. He gave it a gentle scratch. ¡°If you like it, then it¡¯s settled. But now, I need to take care of other things, so you stay in the pet space for now.¡± ¡°Meow??¡± Dylan placed Coalball into the pet space. He sensed the space and realized it was like a Pok¨¦ Ball, his pet wouldn¡¯t feel uncomfortable inside, even unaware of its surroundings. ¡°I wonder if one day I could upgrade the pet space to a real world¡­¡± Dylan thought to himself, then began considering how he would visit Diagon Alley and inquire about how to get the Shadow Lynx¡¯s permit. After all, it was his first pet. He couldn¡¯t hide it like an affair, could he? ¡°Ugh, what a mess. I haven¡¯t even started school yet, and I¡¯m already breaking the law.¡± He double-checked his Hogwarts acceptance letter and the attached supply list, memorizing the important details. He tucked the two parchments into an envelope and headed out of the basement. ¡°Mom! Dad! I have an announcement!¡± After his usual morning routine, Dylan sat down with his parents at the dinner table and told them about his acceptance into the magic academy. But his parents were staring at the letter with suspicious expressions. ¡°Hubert, do you believe this? I mean¡­ magic?¡± Dylan¡¯s mother, Maeve, looked utterly incredulous. ¡°Dear, I find it hard to believe too, but Dylan¡¯s always been honest,¡± Hubert said as he took the parchment and examined it closely. ¡°You mean, this is some prank from one of Dylan¡¯s friends?¡± Maeve seemed to calm down a bit after hearing that. ¡°Mom, you know I don¡¯t have any friends,¡± Dylan blinked, reminding her gently. Maeve and Hubert exchanged glances. Could it be that their son had fallen for some scam? Dylan could easily use his curses on his parents to prove the letter was real, but he didn¡¯t want to do that. He was still too young, and he didn¡¯t want to live out Harry Potter¡¯s life. Although his parents were poor, they loved him deeply. ¡°Dad, I think I should reply to the letter. What if it¡¯s real?¡± Dylan¡¯s face lit up with hopeful anticipation. ¡°Magic, huh?¡± Hubert flicked the parchment, frowning slightly. ¡°Oh, darling, you can reply, but you mustn¡¯t just run off with strangers, okay?¡± Maeve said seriously. ¡°Of course!¡± Dylan agreed eagerly. After the meal, since it was a day off, Dylan¡¯s parents watched as he wrote his reply. As they observed his concentrated manner, they didn¡¯t stop him. After all, he was a child, and it was only natural to be curious about such extraordinary things. Once Dylan finished writing, he placed the letter on the windowsill of the living room desk. The entire day passed, but no owl showed up. ¡°Sweetheart, don¡¯t be sad. Maybe by Christmas, Santa will leave you a magical gift,¡± Maeve said, noticing Dylan¡¯s frequent trips to check the letter. ¡°Eh? Santa Claus?¡± Dylan blinked. Wait, Mom¡­ it¡¯s only March. Are you seriously telling me to wait until Christmas? Chapter 3: The Nature of Transfiguration Spell ¡°It¡¯s fine, Mom, I don¡¯t need any gifts. I hope Santa can bring something for you guys instead.¡± Dylan said, trying to comfort his parents, who seemed hesitant. After all, with his newfound abilities, getting into Hogwarts was a done deal. He was eager to confirm whether the owl had taken the letter and was looking forward to visiting Diagon Alley as soon as possible. ¡°Oh my, my baby is just so sweet!¡± Maeve said, her face filled with emotion. She was already thinking about saving up for a nice gift for him by Christmas. Just as Hubert was about to say something to reassure his son, a sudden soft tapping on the window interrupted him. They all turned and saw an owl perched on the window, cocking its head and staring directly at the letter on the table. ¡°An owl?¡± Maeve exclaimed, ¡°Could it be here to collect the letter?¡± Tap tap. Seeing that they hadn¡¯t opened the window, the owl pecked at the glass again, the sharp sound unmistakable, almost like it was knocking on the door. ¡°Hubert, open the window quickly!¡± Maeve seemed even more anxious than Dylan. As Hubert opened the window, the owl didn¡¯t fly away. Instead, it hopped inside, landing with its claws on the envelope. Tap tap. At that moment, a polite knock came from the door. The three of them exchanged glances, then all turned toward the door. Hubert and Maeve were filled with nervous anticipation. But Dylan stood up and walked toward the door, taking a deep breath. Who could it be at the door? Click. The door opened. Dylan looked up, and the first thing that caught his eye was a dark green robe. He slowly lifted his gaze, and the face of a middle-aged woman with a somewhat stern expression, wearing square glasses, came into view. "Good day. Apologies for the sudden visit. I couldn''t find the doorbell, so I had to knock." Dylan: "..." He forced a smile. "It''s fine. May I ask who you are?" "Hello, Mr. Hawkwood. I received your reply. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts." Upon seeing Dylan, Professor McGonagall''s gaze softened slightly, but then a strange look flashed in her eyes. Was it her imagination? You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Why did she feel as though she could sense the aura of a curse emanating from this young wizard? "Hello, Professor McGonagall. It''s a pleasure to meet you. I¡¯m Dylan Hawkwood. Please, come in." Dylan thought he would remain calm, but upon meeting Professor McGonagall in person, he realized his emotions surged like a tide, making it hard to even speak. It wasn¡¯t just the excitement of seeing a familiar face, it was also the nervousness of facing a master of magic while secretly harboring three unforgivable curses. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall seemed used to Dylan¡¯s reaction. She didn¡¯t linger on it, following him inside and greeting Hubert and Maeve with a smile. "Professor McGonagall, if I may speak frankly, we''re still trying to adjust to all this magic..." After inviting the distinguished-looking professor to sit, Hubert couldn''t help but speak up. "Naturally, I completely understand. In fact, that is one of the reasons for my visit." Professor McGonagall¡¯s smile was warm and genuine. "In fact, had Mr. Hawkwood not responded, the school would have sent a professor to guide young Muggle-born wizards to Diagon Alley just before term started." She spoke as she took out her wand and gave it a light wave. A notebook on the table immediately transformed into a ticking alarm clock. "Ding, ding, ding!" The clock suddenly rang, and Dylan instinctively pressed the button to turn it off. Hubert and Maeve watched the extraordinary scene in amazement, now truly convinced that magic existed. Dylan was also a bit surprised. After turning off the alarm, he looked up. "Professor McGonagall, is this the Transfiguration spell you¡¯ll teach me?" "Exactly. You will learn it once you''re at school," Professor McGonagall replied. "Can Transfiguration change living beings? And would these beings be real, or is it just an illusion?" Dylan asked. Professor McGonagall''s eyes widened slightly, observing Dylan for a moment. "Magic can''t truly alter the fundamental nature of a living being, but it can still attempt to do so." "So, you''re saying that this clock, while it looks like a clock, is still essentially a notebook?" Dylan blinked. "That¡¯s correct," Professor McGonagall nodded. "But why does it still ring?" Dylan asked again. "Because that''s something a clock can do," she explained. "Something it can do?" Dylan didn¡¯t quite understand. "Could you explain further, Professor?" "The nature of Transfiguration is the combined result of consciousness and magical power. I wanted it to become an alarm clock that could remind me, so it was able to ring, it¡¯s part of the clock''s functionality." Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "In fact, this is something that should wait until you''re at school to fully grasp." "However, since you''re interested, I¡¯ll briefly explain. The nature of Transfiguration lies in how well you understand an object, whether it''s living or non-living. Without this understanding, the result will be superficial and not fully real." "If you want to transform a living creature, you also need to consider its natural reactions, its habits." "Magic forms the foundation for the transformation, but consciousness is the key to whether you can complete it." Consciousness and magic? Dylan, having lived two lives and seen much, easily understood what Professor McGonagall meant. At this moment, carrying three fully developed Unforgivable Curses, he was able to grasp the concept. In fact, consciousness could be seen as a musical score, while magic represented the various instruments. The process of casting could be likened to performing a specific piece of music. The wand and the incantation would be like the conductor. If the score is wrong, the music won¡¯t be played correctly. If the instruments are damaged, the performance will be flawed. It was like how Professor McGonagall had turned a notebook into a clock. The "change" in her mind was the musical score. The difficulty of Transfiguration lay in how well one could follow the score when the instruments were in working order. In practical terms, the clearer the image of the clock in your mind when casting the spell, the more complete its functions would be, and the clock would naturally ring. If only the shape of the clock was imagined, then it would simply be a shell, incapable of producing any "effect." Chapter 4: Can Gringotts Be Shorted? "It¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t understand it right now. Once you step into Hogwarts and begin your formal studies, you¡¯ll have time to think it through." Seeing Dylan silent for a while, Professor McGonagall assumed he was struggling with the concept and gently spoke to reassure him. "By the way, the question you asked touches on the origins of magic, many wizards don¡¯t consider these things until after they¡¯ve graduated." A slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and the serious expression on her face softened. "And you, young wizard, are already able to grasp the essence of magic after seeing it for the first time. That¡¯s truly remarkable. When you''re at school, if you ever have any doubts about Transfiguration, feel free to come to me. I¡¯d be happy to help." "Oh? Really, Professor?" Dylan¡¯s eyes lit up. "Of course." Professor McGonagall nodded. Wonderful! +1 to my connections! Dylan had a lot of questions and thoughts about Transfiguration, but these were clearly not the kinds of things a Muggle child, unfamiliar with the wizarding world, would typically ask. He had been worried about asking too many questions once he started school, but with Professor McGonagall offering her help, it felt like a dream come true. Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan with genuine pleasure. Such a clever young wizard, if he stayed on the right path, he might one day even teach at Hogwarts. With that thought in mind, Professor McGonagall stood up. "Alright, remember to take your letter with you. We need to get going." The Hawkwood couple hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed to let Dylan attend Hogwarts. "Here, dear, this is the family savings. Magic must be expensive, so you take this with you." Dylan¡¯s mother handed him a bag. "Thank you, Mom. I¡¯ll study hard and make sure to take care of you both in the future," Dylan said seriously. Maeve was touched. "Alright, enough talking. Let¡¯s not waste the professor¡¯s time." Dylan turned to ask, "Professor McGonagall, are we going to Diagon Alley now?" "Yes, we can use Apparition or Floo Powder to get there. However... it¡¯s a bit remote here, with no fireplaces, so Floo Powder won¡¯t work." Professor McGonagall took Dylan¡¯s hand. "Remember, hold on tight." As soon as she spoke, Dylan felt his body lighten. He quickly gripped her hand tightly. The space around them twisted. Moments later, the strange sensation faded, and the noise of a bustling crowd filled his ears. At the same time, a wave of nausea hit him, almost making him gag, but Dylan instinctively swallowed it back down. However, this only intensified the feeling of nausea. "Ugh!" Professor McGonagall, seemingly accustomed to it, waved her wand and cast a spell to ease Dylan¡¯s discomfort. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. "This is a normal reaction to Apparition. Don¡¯t fight it, just adapt." Professor McGonagall smiled. "We¡¯re here." Dylan took a moment to recover before opening his eyes. In front of him was a small, shabby bar squeezed between two clean buildings. It looked oddly out of place. "The Leaky Cauldron, right here on the streets of London. Only wizards can see it. Stay close." Professor McGonagall started to release his hand, but Dylan held on tightly. She paused for a moment and then, still holding his hand, led him inside. "Professor McGonagall? Long time no see. Care for a drink?" The bartender, after seating another customer, spotted McGonagall and greeted her enthusiastically, pulling out a dirty rag to wipe a glass. "Not really, and I¡¯m here with a student," McGonagall replied, giving the bartender a quick glance and signaling for Dylan to follow her. They walked around the bar and into a small courtyard surrounded by walls. Dylan couldn''t resist asking, "Professor McGonagall, isn''t there a cleaning spell?" "Hmm? Of course there is." "Then why is this filthy bar owner using a dirty rag instead of a cleaning spell?" Dylan asked. Professor McGonagall explained, "Just because a spell exists doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s always used. Many wizards don¡¯t care about these things... but I¡¯m an exception." "That¡¯s why I don¡¯t drink here. There''s a nice little tavern I prefer that¡¯s much cleaner... And remember, young one, no drinking for minors." "I understand, Professor McGonagall," Dylan said with a slight smile. Professor McGonagall drew her wand again. "Pay attention, you won¡¯t be able to Apparate to Diagon Alley until you¡¯re seventeen." "So next time you want to go to Diagon Alley, you¡¯ll have to come to the Leaky Cauldron and follow this path." As she spoke, McGonagall gestured with her wand. "From the trash bin, count up three tiles and then two tiles horizontally. Then tap your wand three times." As her wand moved, the wall in front of them began to tremble, then shifted, forming an archway. Beyond the arch, a bustling commercial street unfolded. Dylan looked inside. Diagon Alley, at first glance, seemed like any other market, but all the people walking around were wizards, and every store had an old-fashioned charm. "We need to go to Gringotts first to exchange your money for wizarding currency." Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan''s overflowing backpack. "Your parents clearly care for you a lot." "Yes, I love them too," Dylan smiled. Professor McGonagall¡¯s eyes crinkled as she smiled. "Come with me." She led Dylan toward the entrance of Gringotts. Dylan immediately noticed the warning sign on the second door of Gringotts: "Enter at your own risk, but be cautious." "That¡¯s pretty intimidating," Dylan thought as he curiously looked around. After passing through two doors, they entered a spacious marble hall. Dozens of goblins were seated behind long counters, hurriedly registering information into large ledgers. "Oh, Professor McGonagall! How can we assist you?" A goblin, seeing the Hogwarts professor, immediately greeted her with a broad smile. "I just need to exchange some galleons." "Exchanging money?" Upon hearing this, the goblin¡¯s enthusiasm instantly vanished. "Then I¡¯ll leave you to it." After the goblin left, Professor McGonagall looked down at Dylan. "Don¡¯t mind them. They''re only interested in money." Dylan nodded slightly. "I understand, Professor. They¡¯re just like my dad¡¯s manager." Professor McGonagall paused, then patted Dylan on the head. The process went smoothly after that. The goblins barely glanced at Dylan, likely thinking that those who came to exchange Muggle currency must be wizards of Muggle origin. While the goblin race may have lost to wizards in history, that didn¡¯t mean they looked favorably on wizards of Muggle descent. ¡°Pounds can be exchanged for Galleons without limit?¡± Dylan narrowed his eyes as he received the money. The value of wizarding currency was well known, but as for Muggle money¡­ ¡°A one-to-five exchange rate, huh? If I just invest in a few stocks, I¡¯m going to make a fortune.¡± This exchange rate either showed that the goblins genuinely looked down on Muggles and never bothered to analyze the purchasing power of the pound, or it was simply due to their greed, or perhaps their complete ignorance of economics. ¡°If I get the chance, forget shorting Gringotts, at least I¡¯ll have to make sure these uneducated guys get a taste of the beauty of economics.¡± Chapter 5: My God, Youre a Mad Wizard! Dylan didn¡¯t have much money on hand. But, after all, it was most of his parents'' life savings. Exchanging two thousand Galleons was enough for now. However, Dylan didn¡¯t plan to exchange all his money. He needed to keep some capital on hand. Besides that, he spent five hundred pounds to exchange for a hundred Galleons, which he tucked into his pocket. This caused a few goblins to roll their eyes. As expected, these little wizards from Muggle families were all so poor! ¡°Let¡¯s go, let¡¯s get the tickets,¡± Professor McGonagall said, leading Dylan to buy the tickets to Hogwarts. She then reminded him, ¡°At King¡¯s Cross Station, you need to find the third pillar between platforms nine and ten.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid when the time comes, just run straight into the pillar, and you¡¯ll reach Platform 9?.¡± Dylan nodded. Next, under Professor McGonagall¡¯s guidance, they went to the wand shop. Dylan looked up. The sign in front of the shop read: "Established in 382 B.C.?" He glanced around at the small and cramped shop. He clicked his tongue. "Has this place seriously never been renovated in all these centuries?" ¡°Don¡¯t worry, wizards can support their houses with magic,¡± Professor McGonagall smiled. ¡°The Ollivander family¡¯s craftsmanship isn¡¯t just about making wands. This building won¡¯t collapse.¡± Professor McGonagall opened the door. Dylan followed her inside. As soon as he stepped in, he saw a grumpy old man bent over, rummaging through a pile of wands. Hearing the doorbell ring, Ollivander stood up and turned to see Professor McGonagall. ¡°Nine and a half inches, pine wood, dragon heartstring¡­ Oh, Professor McGonagall, how nice to see you bringing another young wizard to take care of my business.¡± Professor McGonagall took Dylan by the hand and pulled him forward. ¡°Well then, please choose a wand that suits him.¡± She then leaned down and added, ¡°I need to buy some magical supplies. After you¡¯re done with the wand selection, wait for me outside.¡± ¡°Alright, Professor,¡± Dylan nodded. The doorbell rang again as Professor McGonagall left the shop. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Ollivander looked at the new young wizard before him, a smile tugging at his lips. ¡°Child, are you ready to become a true wizard? I¡¯m curious, which hand do you favor¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m looking forward to it,¡± Dylan raised his arm, ¡°I¡¯m used to my right hand.¡± ¡°Oh! Alright, please wait a moment.¡± Ollivander walked over, measuring Dylan with a ruler. Afterward, he pulled out a wand from a box. ¡°Try this one.¡± Dylan took the wand and, instinctively, flicked his wrist. The next moment, his muscle memory almost made him cast the Unforgivable Curse at Ollivander. ¡°Whoa!¡± Dylan was startled, quickly suppressing the spell in his mind, and lightly flicked his arm. ¡°Whoosh!¡± A gust of wind exploded, knocking Ollivander¡¯s neatly arranged wand boxes into disarray. Wands and boxes clattered to the ground. But Ollivander, seemingly used to it, waved his wand lightly. ¡°Back to normal!¡± The wand boxes were magically lifted and floated back into place. ¡°It seems this one isn¡¯t quite right for you,¡± Ollivander said, frowning as he turned and searched the shelves again. ¡°How about this one?¡± Dylan took it. ¡°Swish!¡± A stream of fiery magic shot out. ¡°Looks like your magic power is quite volatile.¡± Ollivander took the wand back, then handed Dylan another seven or eight wands to try. But almost every one of them caused some kind of trouble. Dylan began to feel a little anxious. Could it be that he hadn¡¯t yet fully mastered his wand but had already learned an Unforgivable Curse at max level? Was this why the wands seemed to be resisting him? ¡°Don¡¯t worry, child,¡± Ollivander said, noticing Dylan¡¯s troubled expression. ¡°I have many wands here. There¡¯s bound to be one that suits you.¡± However, he didn¡¯t address the real problem. Dylan forced a smile and chuckled awkwardly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry to trouble you, Mr. Ollivander.¡± ¡°Serving my customers is my duty,¡± Ollivander replied with a smile. ¡°You¡¯re not the pickiest wizard I¡¯ve seen.¡± He resumed searching for a new wand. From the ground level to the top. ¡°This one won¡¯t do, this one isn¡¯t quite right for you¡­ How about this?¡± Ollivander pulled another wand from the wall. Dylan took it, gave it a small flick. ¡°Boom!¡± A violent surge of magic erupted. A shockwave shot straight toward Ollivander. Dylan was startled. But Ollivander skillfully used his wand to neutralize the shockwave. Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, but a question formed in his mind. ¡°Why is it that, even though I haven¡¯t learned any spells systematically, I¡¯m still able to produce effects similar to attack magic when selecting a wand?¡± Dylan continued to try wand after wand. Finally, Ollivander noticed something was off. ¡°Wait a minute! What are you doing?¡± ¡°Huh? I¡¯m trying to sense the magic released when I control the wand, to see if I can figure out a way to control the resulting effects.¡± ¡°What did you say? My god! You little wizards are completely mad!¡± Ollivander¡¯s eyes widened, his expression turning serious. He even dropped the wand box he was holding, striding over to Dylan and grabbing his wand-hand. ¡°Stop doing that! You¡¯re trying to invent spells, and that¡¯s extremely dangerous! It¡¯s not something you should be concerned with right now!¡± ¡°Invent spells?¡± Dylan raised an eyebrow. He let Ollivander take the wand from his hand. ¡°Yes, in the beginning, wizards who researched spells had to go through these stages. Back then, my ancestors hadn¡¯t even started making wands yet.¡± Ollivander seemed both alarmed and worried that Dylan would secretly continue studying spell invention. He warned, ¡°Ancient wizards believed magic had its own spirit, and they let it flow freely, seeking visible patterns. Eventually, this led to the creation of spells.¡± ¡°But letting magic run wild can cost you your life!¡±