In the world of the Darklings, three curses are universally recognized as the most evil, sinister, and cruel of the Unforgivable Curses.
These are the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse, and the Imperius Curse.
These three curses are extremely unique. Firstly, they have no counter-curse, and secondly, their casting conditions are extremely demanding.
They require intense negative emotions and magical powers that are beyond ordinary human power.
Like most dark magic,
once the user incants the spell, the dark force quietly erodes their mind, gradually causing them to lose their true nature.
For this reason, the laws of the wizarding world once strictly declared that anyone who dared to use these three curses
would be imprisoned in Azkaban for life upon discovery!
Dylan was helpless. He had never expected that the three random maximum-level spells would actually contain all the Unforgivable Curses.
"Calm down, Dylan, calm down. Spells are just tools, even the Unforgivable Curses!"
Dylan patted his cheek, muttering to himself, "At least I can protect myself, right?"
They say offense is the best defense. Although he didn't draw the Expecto Ward, the Unforgivable wasn't unacceptable.
After internally deceiving himself,
Dylan's mind calmed down considerably, and he returned his gaze to the system panel before him.
Besides the three max-level spells, he also had a free magical creature to claim.
"Lord Voldemort, please grant me a cute creature. It doesn't matter if it's not powerful. I don't ask for a phoenix or a unicorn, just not one that looks like Gargamel."
Perhaps Voldemort had heard Dylan's prayer.
In an instant, the star exploded.
Dylan felt the void before him distort.
In the blink of an eye, a small creature resembling a black cat, but more like a lynx, leaped lightly from it.
It was small, its fur a deep black, like midnight, so rich it lacked any other color.
Dylan looked at it, and his vision
went dark again. This little creature, though a kitten, had no naive air at all; instead, it exuded a stern presence.
Looking into its eyes, Dylan felt as if he were witnessing something ominous.
"Moo!" The little creature's paws were hidden beneath its fur, its black eyes fixed on Dylan.
[Message]: You've acquired a magical pet—Black Shadow!
[Message]: Your pet space is now open!
"Black Shadow?"
Dylan glanced at the system panel, which contained a detailed description of the little creature.
After reviewing it, he sighed.
"Luckily, it's not some evil magical creature. If I want to keep it, I'd need a license, otherwise it's illegal."
However, the system also gave him a pet space, where Dylan could keep Black Shadow, so he didn't have to keep him constantly by his side.
"Moo!"
Black Shadow's calls grew louder, as if telling Dylan something.
And Dylan actually found that he seemed to be able to vaguely sense what the little guy wanted to express.
"You want me to hug you?" Dylan blinked.
"Moo!" Little Black Shadow raised his head.
Oh, still a little tsundere?
And why is the sound of this moo?
Dylan reached out and gently held Little Black Shadow in his arms.
"Little guy, since you are my pet, how about I give you a name?"
Little Black Shadow curled up his legs, raised his head and glanced at Dylan, without moving.
"You are so handsome, with black hair all over your body, I will call you that from now on."
"Coal Ball, how about it, do you like this name?"
"Moo?!" The little black shadow bared its teeth.
Seeing it didn't object, Dylan's eyes sparkled with a look of satisfaction, and he nuzzled it.
"I'm glad you like it. Your master, I need to do something else. You can stay in the space for now."
"Moo?"
Dylan placed the coal into the pet space.
He sensed it for a moment; it was similar to a Poké Ball. The pet wouldn't feel uncomfortable inside, or even feel anything.
"I wonder if it'll be possible to upgrade the pet space to the real world in the future,"
Dylan pondered. He also began to think about how he'd have to inquire at the Magical Creatures Shop when he needed to go to Diagon Alley.
How would he get a permit for the black shadow?
After all, it was his first pet. He couldn't keep it secret like a mistress, could he?
"Hey, what's all this? School hasn't even started yet, and he's already done all sorts of illegal things."
He carefully reviewed his Hogwarts acceptance letter and the accompanying checklist.
Remembering the key points, Dylan tucked the two pieces of parchment into an envelope and walked out of the basement.
"Mom! I have to make an announcement!"
After finishing their daily routine of washing and cleaning up,
the three of them gathered around the dining table. Dylan told his parents about the magic academy.
However, his parents stared at the letter on the table with suspicion.
"Hubert, can you believe this? I mean... magic?" Dylan's mother, Maeve, looked incredulous.
"My dear, I find it incredible too, but Dylan has always been honest." Hubert reached out and picked up a piece of parchment, examining it carefully.
"You mean, this is a prank played on Dylan by his friends?" Maeve's doubts were somewhat alleviated.
"Mom, you know, I don't have many friends," Dylan said softly with a wink.
Maeve and Hubert exchanged a glance.
Could their son have been the victim of a scammer?
Dylan could easily use his own spell on his parents to reassure them.
But there was no need. He was still young, and he didn't want to hold the Harry Potter script in his hands.
Although his parents were poor, they loved him dearly.
"Well, Dad, I think I could reply to a letter. What if it's real?" His face showed just the right amount of yearning.
"Magic?" Hubert flicked the parchment with his fingers, frowning slightly.
"Oh, my dear, you can reply, but you're not allowed to go off with anyone, okay?" Maeve said sternly.
"Of course!" Dylan agreed.
After dinner, since it was a day off, Dylan's parents watched him finish writing the letter.
Watching their son meticulously write each stroke, the couple said nothing more.
After all, he was just a child, and it was normal for him to be curious about such unusual things. It was just a letter to reply, so there was no need for them to stop him.
After Dylan finished writing the letter, he placed it by the window on the living room desk.
A whole day passed, but there was still no sign of the owl.
"Don't be sad, honey. Maybe Santa Claus will leave you some magical gifts by Christmas."
Maeve couldn't help but comfort Dylan, seeing him often come to the window to read the letter.
"Ah? Santa Claus?" Dylan was stunned.
No, Mom, what month is it now?
You're just making promises to me until Christmas?
(End of this chapter)