Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

As Voldemort's figure completely disappeared, Cornelius Fudge's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the cold grass. He raised his hand to wipe the dense sweat from his forehead, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with the bewilderment of surviving a disaster. He muttered to himself, "It's over? It's over already?"

He slowly turned his head to look in Dylan's direction, his tone filled with disbelief and doubt: "He... he just left like that? Without launching an attack, without leaving any threatening words?"

Dumbledore slowly shook his head, his eyes still showing a hint of solemnity, and said in a steady tone, "He has only temporarily disappeared from our sight, and things will not end so simply."

“Principal Dumbledore is right,” Dylan continued, calmly analyzing, “The reason he chose to disappear now is simply to create a false impression—to make us believe that he couldn’t handle the provocation just now and, in a fit of anger, chose to give up on communication and leave in a sorry state. But in reality, this is probably just part of his plan.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dylan raised his wand and tapped it lightly.

With a flash of light, a Black Demon Mark identical to the one before reappeared. The python emerging from the skull coiled back into a circle, and a hazy green aura spread outwards, dyeing the surrounding night sky an eerie green.

The next second, Voldemort's figure reappeared in the hazy green light. This time, he transformed back into that terrifying, snake-like face. His nose disappeared, leaving only two narrow nostrils. His eyes were bloodshot, exuding a suffocating malice. He slowly opened his arms, and his chilling voice, transmitted through magic, resounded throughout the entire area with a proclamation-like majesty.

"I—Voldemort—have returned!"

Upon hearing this, Cornelius Fudge's mind went blank, filled with confusion and panic. He instinctively asked, "What's going on? He clearly disappeared, so why can he reappear? What does he want?"

“Voldemort is announcing his return to the entire wizarding world.” Barty Crouch’s expression turned unusually serious, his tone filled with deep worry. “He wants to create panic and shake people’s spirits in this way.”

"We must act immediately and not let his plot succeed!"

Deep within Azkaban's prison, Bellatrix Lestrange's hair was disheveled like dry straw, and her prison uniform was stained and long since lost its former elegance. But at this moment, her haggard face erupted with extreme ecstasy. Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, rolling down her cheekbones and leaving two clear streaks on her filthy face, making her look extremely disheveled, yet exuding an almost insane fervor.

"Did you all see that? Did you all see that?!" She suddenly stretched out her withered finger, pointing to the hazy green light in the night sky outside the prison window. Her voice was hoarse but full of power as she roared at the Death Eaters who were also imprisoned beside her, "Our master is back! Our master has finally returned!"

Her body trembled violently with excitement, her eyes flashing with a fanatical light. "I knew it! Master has never abandoned us! How could he forget his most loyal followers!"

These Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban were all deeply loyal to Voldemort. They endured the torture of the Dementors in the dark and hopeless prison, hoping day after day for Voldemort's return. This belief sustained them through the most difficult years.

At that moment, when they saw Voldemort's familiar figure in the green light, all the Death Eaters could no longer contain their excitement. Tears streamed down their faces, the murky tears mixing with the dirt on their skin. Some clenched their fists, while others roared to the sky. They had only one thought in their minds: all those years of imprisonment, all the pain and suffering, were worth it!
In the prison corridor, Dementors floated in the air, their wide black cloaks billowing in the wind. Their faceless faces seemed to radiate satisfaction. The fanaticism, ecstasy, and loyalty that the Death Eaters displayed were undoubtedly the most delicious feast for the Dementors.

They drifted back and forth between the cells, greedily absorbing these intense and pure emotions, making the chill around them seem even stronger.

Among them, many Dementors were gathered together, pushing the other Dementors aside.

These Dementors were much larger than the other Dementors.

They don't look like they're in the same league.

This resulted in other Dementors only being able to find a few scattered Death Eaters to feed on.

In stark contrast to the Death Eaters' revelry and the Dementors' enjoyment, the guards of Azkaban gripped their wands tightly, yet lacked the courage to resist. They could only cower in the corner, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with terror and despair.

Previously, when the Dark Mark appeared in the sky above Azkaban, they had tried to use various dispelling spells to erase the terrifying mark, but no matter how hard they tried, the green light remained unmoved. Now, faced with the out-of-control Death Eaters and numerous Dementors, they could only watch this mad revelry with their eyes open, not even daring to think of stopping it.

In the night sky, the hazy green light grew increasingly intense, and Voldemort's figure was clearly visible within it. His chilling voice, carried through the magic, resounded throughout every corner of Azkaban and reached the ears of everyone: "I know that many people are wondering where I have been all these years."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Today, I will tell you the truth—I have been exploring, exploring the true future of magic, exploring the future that our wizarding race should have!"

"During my search for this path, I've briefly stayed in the magical worlds of various countries and also delved into the world of Muggles." Voldemort's voice carried a hint of melancholy. As someone who grew up in a Muggle orphanage, he was no stranger to the Muggle way of life, and his description was clear and detailed. "I witnessed firsthand the vast differences in the lifestyles of wizards and Muggles, and I also witnessed the drastically different development trajectories of the two worlds." He paused, seemingly gathering his emotions, before his tone became heavy, carrying a thought-provoking power: "I discovered something extremely unusual—and I think you may have noticed it as well. In recent years, Muggle life has become increasingly affluent and advanced, especially in the last two or three years! Their development has even exceeded my expectations! It seems that after experiencing the trauma of war, they have rapidly risen and ushered in a new, vibrant era."

At this point, he took a deep breath, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of incitement: "Looking at the prosperity of the Muggles, I can't help but ask—where is our new era as wizards? Are we, who possess magical talent and should be superior to the Muggles, destined to remain stagnant, or even gradually be overtaken by them?"

"A new era for wizards?" The two guards of Azkaban, hiding in the corner, exchanged a glance, a hint of confusion and wavering in their eyes. Voldemort's concept, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred ripples in their hearts. Even these guards, who were sticking to their duties, couldn't help but have different thoughts, not to mention the Death Eaters who were already incredibly fanatical about Voldemort.

Led by Bellatrix Lestrange, the Death Eaters rose to their feet, shouting with all their might, "A new era! We want a new era for wizards! Follow our master and create our own future!"

Shouts rose and fell, echoing through Azkaban's prison, mingling with the low groans of the Dementors to create a mad and eerie symphony.

The fanaticism in Azkaban is not an isolated case; similar chaotic scenes are unfolding simultaneously in magical communities around the world.

After Voldemort's downfall, many Death Eaters who managed to escape chose vastly different paths to survival in order to evade the Ministry of Magic's pursuit. Some, in exchange for their freedom, betrayed the hiding places of their former companions and became tainted witnesses for the Ministry of Magic, while others, filled with fear, fled the English magical world and traveled to magical communities in other countries.

They changed their names and identities, carefully concealing their Death Eater past, hoping that the Dark Mark would never reappear so they could live a peaceful life.

However, this brief period of peace was eventually shattered without warning. Without warning, these exiled Death Eaters all felt a piercing pain in their left arms. Looking down, they saw the Dark Mark, which they both revered and feared, reappearing, burning brightly.

At the same time, a series of crisp "snap" sounds rang out around them—the sound of the Apparition Charm. Staff from various countries' Ministries of Magic, following the energy fluctuations of the Dark Mark, rushed to the scene.

In an instant, the Death Eaters were caught in a dilemma. Their unsuspecting neighbors and friends cast bewildered glances, full of questions and distancing themselves; while the Ministry of Magic officials before them all wore serious expressions, raising their wands and demanding, "Tell me the truth! What is your relationship with Voldemort? Why did you openly break the Law of Secrecy and display such a dangerous Dark Mark near the Muggle community!"

"Do you know how many Muggles will become aware of the wizarding world because of this mark? Do you know how much panic it will cause?" A Ministry of Magic official's tone was particularly stern. "Find a way to remove it immediately! If you can't, you'll be facing a fair trial by Wizengamor and paying the price for your actions!"

"I don't know! I really didn't do it!" The Death Eaters shook their heads, their faces filled with panic and helplessness. They tried desperately to explain themselves while mobilizing the remaining magic in their bodies to try to remove the Dark Mark using the methods they knew. But no matter how hard they tried, the hideous mark in the air remained firmly suspended, showing no sign of dissipating.

"You must believe me!" Their voices were filled with unprecedented helplessness, even bordering on sobs. "The Dark Lord... the Dark Lord should have died long ago! He can't possibly be coming back! What's going on?" They were completely bewildered until Voldemort's figure appeared in the hazy green light high in the sky, announcing his return in that cold and majestic voice, and posing that question about the "new era of wizards." Only then did they realize—their master seemed to have truly returned.

Meanwhile, on the open ground outside the Quidditch pitch, the situation was also subtly changing. Just as Voldemort's figure hung high in the night sky, a silver-white goat suddenly appeared out of thin air, carrying a roll of parchment in its mouth. It walked briskly to Dumbledore and gently placed the parchment in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, more and more silver animals appeared one after another. Some were silver eagles soaring with outstretched wings, some were silver deer rushing by, and some were small and exquisite silver rabbits. Some of them, like the silver goat, carried parchment covered with writing, while others spoke directly, conveying the emergency situations from various places.

"Albus, the situation is extremely urgent! Voldemort's Dark Mark has appeared here, he has really returned!" A silver eagle flapped its wings and said anxiously.

"Albus, we've tried all the known dispelling magic, but we can't remove this Dark Mark. Do you have any effective methods?" The other silver deer's voice was filled with deep worry.

"Albus, what exactly is Voldemort trying to do with all this commotion? Is he trying to declare war on the entire wizarding world?" A silver rabbit squatted on the ground, its voice full of confusion and unease.

With each silver animal reporting, Cornelius Fudge's face paled further, and his body trembled more violently. He finally realized the gravity of the situation, his eyes filled with terror and confusion. He abruptly turned to Barty Crouch beside him, his voice trembling with barely perceptible sobs: "Voldemort... he's really back? And... and his tracks have been found all over the world? He's doing this to announce his return to everyone?"

"That's probably the case."

Barty Crouch's expression was unusually serious. He slowly nodded and responded in a heavy tone.

"It's over! It's completely over!" Cornelius Fudge felt his legs buckle, and he collapsed onto the cold grass, clutching his hair, his voice filled with despair. "The Secret Law! The Secret Law is completely broken now! Those Muggles will definitely see the Dark Mark in the sky, they'll discover the magical world! What are we going to do then?" (End of Chapter)