Chapter 101: Achievement Reward: Shadow Ring!
Professor Snape's words caused Dumbledore to choke slightly, but he immediately burst into laughter.
He shook his head, his smile undiminished, but a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. "Severus, ah, when will you ever rein in your sharp tongue? Be careful you don't scare away the students you painstakingly nurture."
"Scare away?" Professor Snape raised an eyebrow, a mocking curve to his lips, his gaze flicking towards Dylan, who was smiling sheepishly nearby.
"That would be just as well, saving me the trouble of wasting time teaching a dunce. What would he still be learning from me then? He might as well go to Flitwick and wave his little wand around, playing childish tricks."
At this moment, another voice came.
—"Severus, though small, a wand, like a potion, holds infinite possibilities. You understand that."
A short figure with a powerful aura walked in, a smile on his face that was both gentle and subtly sharp.
After entering, he first responded to Snape, then looked at Quirrell lying on the ground.
Seeing the unwrapped turban and the back of the head, which had become twisted and pockmarked again due to Voldemort's soul being drawn away, making it somewhat disgusting and nauseating to look at, he paused.
"Quirrell was the one trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone? You've been chatting here for so long, aren't you going to try and save him first?"
Professor Snape's expression was cold. "He won't die. Let him lie there."
With that, he glanced at Harry, Ron, and the others.
"And you little brats, why are you here?"
Although the words were addressed to the group, Snape's gaze was fixed intently on Harry.
"Especially you, Potter. Did you bring Dylan and them here?"
Having spent so much time by Dylan's side, Harry, though not as acerbic in nature, had also learned some of the finer points of language from Dylan.
Facing Professor Snape's questioning,
Now that the exams were over, and Professor Snape had no way to suppress him through homework and studies,
Harry's mouth reacted faster than his brain, blurting out—
"Funny mud go pee! We obviously rushed over because we were worried Quirrell would hurt Dylan!"
"What?"
Professor Snape was taken aback, completely failing to understand what Harry was saying.
He frowned deeply. "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you reciting some mysterious incantation? Did that spell rob you of your ability to speak?"
Dylan also hadn't expected Harry to dare speak to Professor Snape like that directly in front of several professors. He immediately fell silent, staying to the side like a wooden stake, not daring to breathe loudly.
—Harry, I declare you the King of Gryffindor!
—Too brave!
He had said this sentence to Harry before and even explained its specific meaning to him.
Although Harry didn't understand the Chinese words, after Dylan's explanation, he always felt that saying this sentence was quite smooth.
He only thought it was a local dialect from Dylan's side and would occasionally say a few words back and forth with Ron.
This time, under Professor Snape's inexplicable targeting, he couldn't help but blurt it out.
And after realizing what he had said, he immediately shut his mouth.
"N-nothing, Professor."
Snape narrowed his eyes.
Although he hadn't understood the sentence just now, he had sensed complex emotions like regret, nervousness, and apprehension intertwining in Harry's mind.
"What exactly are you..."
"Really nothing, Professor!"
At this moment, Hermione suddenly said, "Professor Dumbledore, what will you do with Quirrell?"
"He tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone but failed. Will the Ministry of Magic imprison him in Azkaban?"
Dylan also looked at Dumbledore. "He was possessed by the Dark Lord, the two parasitizing each other. Now that Voldemort's soul has been drawn away, will he die?"
Dumbledore, hearing this, still ignored Quirrell on the ground, but replied with a kind expression, "Professor Snape will handle this matter properly. You should leave first."
Then, he turned his head to look at Snape.
"Alright, Severus, please take Quirrell downstairs, and then bring the other teachers to my office."
Old Dumbledore's and Dylan's words drew all of Snape's attention.
His brows furrowed. "What? The Dark Lord? What does this mean??"
Professor Flitwick was also taken aback.
He had been passing by the corridor and saw that this usually closed door was now open, so he couldn't help but walk in.
The moment he saw Quirrell lying on the ground, he understood that this was the person who had tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
But he hadn't expected that Quirrell was actually the one possessed by the mysterious person?!
Didn't this mean that they had been living with a dark lord for so long?
Thinking of that extremely evil villain, Professor Flitwick couldn't help but shiver.
Dumbledore cleared his throat softly. "I originally only suspected Quirrell, but I really didn't expect that he was also harboring a fragment of Tom's soul."
Dylan glanced at him.
Lying old man!
Snape immediately gritted his teeth, glaring at the Headmaster. "Did you cram all the Lemon Sherbets and Cockroach Clusters into your brain?"
"When searching for a professor, didn't you examine him? How could you let such a creature into Hogwarts!"
Hermione actually agreed with this statement.
How could a professor be possessed by the Dark Lord?
Wasn't there a careful review when hiring into the school?
However, with several professors speaking, her thoughts could only turn over in her mind and couldn't be voiced.
Dumbledore looked helpless. "Severus, calm down."
Harry, however, spoke up from the side. "The Dark Lord was really parasitizing Quirrell? No wonder my scar hurt every time he looked at me!"
"Professor Dumbledore, did you deliberately recruit him into Hogwarts?"
"Whoa! You can't talk like that, Potter!" Dumbledore looked at Snape, then at Harry.
Dylan also almost couldn't hold it in.
It seemed like Harry hadn't said anything, but it also seemed like he had said something, and it was quite vulgar...
Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Potter, since when has your tongue become sharper than Severus's?"
"This makes me feel like you're not James's son. If I didn't know that Severus hasn't even held his hand..."
Snape gritted his teeth, several syllables bursting from his mouth: "Dum—ble—dore!"
"Alright, alright, I know."
Dumbledore immediately shut up, just like Dylan had done earlier.
He hurriedly directed Dylan and the others to leave quickly.
Dylan also wanted to return as soon as possible to check the achievement he had obtained and didn't want to stay in front of Dumbledore for long.
So he hurriedly left with Harry and the others.
On the way, they even encountered Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall's figure was rushing, almost at lightning speed, but when she saw Dylan and the others, her steps suddenly halted.
"You..." she stammered, taken aback.
Dylan reminded her, "Professor McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore wants you to go to his office. You should have received the message, right?"
Professor McGonagall frowned, glancing at the group.
Then, without asking any more questions, she continued to leave in a hurried manner.
Harry walked beside Dylan, still holding the Invisibility Cloak Dylan had given him. "Dylan, what happened just now?"
Ron and Hermione's gazes also snapped over.
"Nothing much. I just noticed someone had broken into the room with Fluffy when I passed by. I didn't have time to notify you, so I went through the obstacles the professors set up and arrived at the last room, where I ran into Quirrell trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone."
"And then Professor Dumbledore appeared?" Hermione asked.
Dylan nodded. "Yeah, I didn't do anything. Professor Dumbledore showed up and scared Voldemort away."
"Good heavens... Dylan, you actually dared to face the Dark Lord alone?" Ron was still somewhat shocked just thinking about it.
"The Headmaster was there. How could I be considered facing him alone?" Dylan shook his head, then quickly returned to the Gryffindor common room.
After saying hello to Hermione, he went back to his dormitory.
"I'm going to start reading," Dylan said to Harry and them, then sat on his bed, leaning against the pillows, and took out a book, reading it with great interest.
Among the spells Voldemort had cast, he had gained new insights into dark magic.
Now he really wanted to read more books to verify his ideas.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances. Although they had a lot they wanted to say to Dylan, they ultimately nodded.
"Let's go. We should still go ask Professor Dumbledore. Didn't he also ask you to go to his office later?" Ron said to Harry.
"It'll probably be a bit later. Let's go with Hermione first," Harry nodded.
The two left the dormitory again.
After they left,
Dylan finally put down his book.
He glanced at their backs, then turned his gaze to the system screen.
At this moment, the small icon representing the achievement page was constantly flashing brightly.
Dylan clicked on it.
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[Achievement]: Attack Professor (IV)
[Description]: You actually did it! You used powerful damaging magic against your professor! And tried to kill him! This is absolutely fantastic!
[Lighting Requirement]: Attack a Hogwarts professor and make them bleed.
[Achievement Reward]: Max Level High-Grade Spell +1
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"Finally, it's not a max-level dark magic spell anymore!"
Dylan's eyes showed some excitement.
With Voldemort demonstrating dark magic for him, combined with his own few max-level dark magic spells, he could actually quickly get started and master dark magic of various degrees.
So compared to dark magic, he wanted to study some white magic spells more.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to directly claim this achievement reward, but looked at the next achievement.
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[Achievement]: Philosopher's Stone Owner
[Description]: In a struggle with a Dark Lord, you actually managed to seize the Philosopher's Stone! You are simply a powerful, ambitious, and selfish new-generation Dark Lord!
[Lighting Requirement]: Possess the Philosopher's Stone.
[Achievement Reward]: The Book of Abraham the Jew (Handwritten Fragment)
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"..."
This achievement made Dylan's lips twitch.
"So, briefly possessing it also counts as possessing it, huh?"
This system's achievement completion was also quite humane.
"It's just that this reward... I thought it would be related to the Philosopher's Stone. Although it is indeed related, it's just a incomplete book?"
Dylan sighed softly, feeling helpless about this reward.
However, he himself hadn't truly possessed the Philosopher's Stone, so the reward not being high was also normal.
If he could completely take control of the Philosopher's Stone, even using it to turn stone into gold or research the elixir of life, perhaps he could achieve a more generous reward.
Shaking his head slightly, he looked at the next message.
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[Achievement]: I'm the Boss!
[Description]: So what if you're the Dark Lord feared by the world? In the end, didn't you still have to perform acrobatics with your dark magic in front of this boss, begging for this boss's charity and pity?
[Lighting Requirement]: Make Voldemort simply perform a two-and-a-half-minute dark magic firework show in front of you.
[Achievement Reward]: Shadow Ring
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"Magic ring..."
Mentioning this name, the first thing that popped into Dylan's mind was a mage holding a staff but brawling with the enemy.
Clicking his tongue, he first extracted this thing called the Shadow Ring from the system panel.
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[Item]: Shadow Ring
[Description]: An evil ring. Wearing it will corrupt your mind. In the process of using it, it will also affect your mind. Negative emotions will flood your brain. The more frequently you use it, the higher the risk of being influenced by darkness.
[Ability]: After wearing it, you can briefly achieve perfect body concealment and enhance your mental power, while greatly increasing your resistance to mental interference caused by magic.
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"Oh?!"
Dylan hadn't expected that this ring could directly grant him the ability of invisibility. Didn't this mean—
"I can save a lot of money again?"
Each time an Invisibility Cloak was crafted, it cost him ten thousand Galleons.
Ten thousand at a time, ten times was a hundred thousand.
The small change accumulated bit by bit could all be used to unlock other advanced magic refinement missions!
Moreover, this ring could actually increase his mental power in the process of using it!
This was even more perfect!
What did he lack now?
It was the mental power to continuously use spells!
Getting soft after working for a short while, how could that work?
He couldn't even cast Avada Kedavra a hundred times in a row. It was still too weak!
With this ring, although Dylan wasn't sure how much it could increase, it would definitely be enhanced to some extent!
Dylan couldn't help but smile.
"This reward is not bad."
As for the negative effects described above,
Dylan said—
"Huh? What? There are negative effects? Where?"
(End of chapter)
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