I Know the Unforgivable Curses, but That Doesn't Make Me an Extremist

"Many wizards have died while trying to discover new paths in magic, young wizard. You don't want to die young and end up going before your family, do you?"

Ollivander's eyes burned as he fixed his gaze on Dylan.

Dylan blinked.

Actually, he felt that even if he really did study new spells, nothing might necessarily happen to him.

That confidence came from his maxed-out understanding of the Three Unforgivable Curses.

As highly aggressive spells, the Unforgivable Curses contained far too much. Since he had completely mastered such dangerous spells, what other spells could possibly be more perilous than these three?

Perhaps there were some, but definitely not many.

"I understand, sir. Thank you for the warning." Dylan nodded.

However, although he felt that studying new spells might not be as dangerous as Ollivander claimed, he had no intention of continuing before he had come into contact with the complete magical system.

While Ollivander was speaking, he had noticed one particular phrase—magic possessed a will of its own.

And magic that could not be controlled would inevitably descend into chaos.

If he lacked the ability to suppress and control magic,

excessive experimentation and study could very well create an Obscurus.

"These things aren't even afraid of the Three Unforgivable Curses. I'd better be more cautious."

Only after receiving Dylan's assurance did Ollivander continue searching for a suitable wand.

"You really are... Hmm, let me think. Very courageous, yes, you're a very courageous young wizard."

Ollivander pulled three wand boxes from the shelves, then went deeper into the shop and returned carrying seven more. He placed them on the table one by one.

"So I may have guessed what type of wand is truly suitable for you."

"Try these three first." Ollivander pointed at the wand boxes on the far right.

Dylan tested them one after another.

At the same time, Ollivander couldn't help asking, "Young wizard, do you know why I keep having you try different wands?"

"It should be so I can find one that's right for me, one that's most compatible with me and can help stabilize the magic inside my body, right?"

Dylan drew a wand with an exquisite pattern and gave it a slight flick. A faint explosion rang out.

"Oh, very well said!"

Ollivander's eyes lit up as he gently closed the three wand boxes on the far right.

"Try the ones over here."

"Every point you made is correct. A compatible wand is extremely important, but its true purpose is to greatly restrict you from unleashing chaotic magic."

As he spoke, Dylan tried two more wands, but Ollivander wasn't very satisfied with either of them.

"Please continue, sir."

"When young wizards are unfamiliar with spells, they always desperately release the magic inside their bodies without any restraint."

Ollivander handed Dylan another wand. His tone was complicated as his eyes drifted slightly upward toward the ceiling.

"This aimless, chaotic magic can have extremely terrifying consequences if it isn't guided in the proper direction, such as being cast through a spell. If it's simply released as you did just now... This one isn't suitable for you either."

Ollivander handed him a fourth wand.

"So the key is that a wand can restrict a young wizard's magic from being released recklessly before they understand incantations."

"I see." Dylan nodded and waved the wand, only to trigger another chain of explosions.

Why does it feel like I've become a demolition genius...

"It doesn't matter. There are still plenty of wands." Ollivander smiled and handed him another wand.

Dylan took it.

The instant it touched his hand,

Dylan's spirits lifted.

He could feel the magic flowing through his body becoming more active because of the wand.

His magic could flow into the wand with almost no resistance.

After absorbing his magic, the wand suddenly spat out a cluster of pitch-black light from its tip.

The black radiance resembled tentacles from the abyss of hell, circling Dylan twice.

That startled him badly.

He nearly thought he had unconsciously cast one of the Unforgivable Curses.

However, the black light quickly dissipated and did not last long.

When Ollivander saw this, he raised his brows slightly, revealing a row of teeth. "Hahaha, thirteen and a quarter inches, Yew Wood, Thestral Tail Feather... It seems death and power will accompany you, young wizard."

"My guess was right. You really are the type of wizard with extraordinary talent who is also prone to straying onto the wrong path and heading down a road of no return."

Dylan: "..."

Seriously, do you think it's polite to say that to a young wizard's face?

Dylan really wanted to roll his eyes.

But he held it back.

"It's all that damn Unforgivable Curse's fault! How could I possibly be an extremist?"

After all, ever since he transmigrated into this world, all he had wanted was to buy some stocks and lie flat for the rest of his life!

"Thestral Tail Feathers aren't easy to find these days. This was one of my creations from when I was young, and so were these."

Ollivander handed Dylan another wand.

"Back then, I was surrounded by all sorts of strange rumors. That legendary wand gave me inspiration, and these wands were born from it."

"Yet after all these years, they still haven't found masters capable of wielding them."

Ollivander let out a faint sigh.

Dylan blinked.

A legendary wand?

The Elder Wand?

His eyes flashed, and he asked casually, "Thestrals? Are they some kind of Magical Creature?"

"These wands weren't all made with tail feathers from the same Thestral, were they? Good heavens, you didn't pluck that Thestral bald, did you, sir?"

"Oh, hahaha! No, of course not."

Ollivander was amused. He shook his head.

"In truth, when I was young, I desperately wanted to recreate the magnificent power of that legendary wand. So whenever I captured a Thestral, I would take its strongest tail feather at the moment of its death and use it as a wand core."

Ollivander added, "Oh, of course, wanton slaughter is forbidden now. Don't imitate me, young wizard."

Dylan knew that Magical Creatures themselves were regarded by almost all wizards as nothing more than Magical Ingredients that could be taken and used at will.

It was only later, after Magical Creatures were hunted on a massive scale, that the Wizarding World had no choice but to adopt the whole notion of sustainable development.

There were very few wizards like Hagrid who truly cared about Magical Creatures.

When Dylan realized that all the wands he had tried were imitations made by Ollivander based on the Elder Wand, he felt a headache coming on.

Fortunately, these wands hadn't caused any trouble.

They hadn't produced any strange effects in his hands.

Besides, these wands hadn't been made from the tail feathers of the same Thestral.

Otherwise, he really would have had to consider how he could buy all of them.