Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

He paced anxiously on the ground, his mind racing, desperately searching for a solution. After a moment, as if suddenly struck by a thought, he abruptly stood up, a faint glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "That's it! Quickly send out all the Ministry of Magic's strikers and Aurors! Immediately head to all the locations where Dark Marks have appeared, and do everything in your power to control the situation and eliminate the impact!"

“I think someone has already taken action,” Barty Crouch said calmly.

“Yes! That’s right!” Cornelius Fudge nodded repeatedly, as if grasping at a lifeline. He struggled to his feet and stumbled to Dylan and Dumbledore, asking urgently, “Headmaster Dumbledore, Dylan, Mr. Dylan, do you have a way to stop the Man of Darkness? What should we do in this situation?”

He turned to Dumbledore, his voice tinged with pleading: "What about the secrecy laws? Albus, you're the president of the International Confederation of Wizards. This matter has seriously threatened the secrecy laws of the entire wizarding world. You have to find a way!"

"We're already working on it," Dumbledore said calmly, maintaining his usual unhurried demeanor.

Connelly Fudge swallowed hard, his throat dry and sore. He looked at Dylan, his voice filled with trepidation and hope: "Mr. Dylan, can you find that person? How much time do we have left?"

At that moment, Voldemort, high in the sky, began to recount his experiences over the years, mentioning that he had "witnessed the differences in lifestyle between wizards and Muggles."

Yes, in the past two years, he has given his parents a lot of new ideas and suggestions, as well as a lot of financial support, and has even indirectly promoted technological progress.

So the Muggle world has indeed undergone tremendous changes in the past two years.

Upon hearing Fudge's words, Dylan slowly replied, "The opponent's black magic is very powerful. I don't really understand it, but I have already detected some faint energy trajectories. It just takes a little time to pinpoint the exact location."

"Then you must hurry! You absolutely cannot delay any longer!" Cornelius Fudge nodded repeatedly, his tone urgent. "If you encounter any problems during the process, or need any help, you can always come to me... or you can go to Mr. Crouch, his magical abilities are extremely high, he will definitely be able to help!"

Dumbledore slowly stroked his white beard, his expression focused, seemingly listening intently to every word Voldemort spoke in the air, his rhythm undistracted by the impending crisis.

He waved gently toward the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts Castle. A moment later, a dazzling flame ignited beside him, and from within the flame, a phoenix with fiery red feathers slowly emerged. It was Fawkes. It spread its magnificent wings, let out a clear and melodious cry, circled once in the night sky, and then landed steadily on Dumbledore's shoulder, its eyes gleaming with wisdom and gentle light.

Silver Patrons continued to emerge in an endless stream. They took on various forms, some as agile silver wolves, others as nimble silver foxes, and still others as composed silver bears. Guided by magic, they gathered before Dumbledore. Each Patron carried urgent information from different regions, speaking human language or gently placing parchment containing crucial details into Dumbledore's hands, conveying the chaos caused by the Dark Mark's rampage across the globe.

Dumbledore patiently received each message, his expression remaining calm, only occasionally furrowing his brow slightly when he heard certain key details. Meanwhile, Dylan was not idle either; he had actually already found Voldemort's location, but he was in no hurry to tell others the news directly.

After all, although he knew dark magic, how could he know it better than Voldemort?
While maintaining his sense of the energy fluctuations of the Dark Mark, he combined the information transmitted by the Patronus, his previous confrontation with Voldemort, and his understanding of the nature of the Dark Mark in his mind, quickly sorting and integrating them, gradually outlining the complete outline of Voldemort's current plan.

Voldemort used the Death Eaters scattered across the world as "moving magical conductors," just as he had previously used Karkaroff. When he projected his image into the night sky around the world through the Dark Mark, he was actually announcing a core message to the entire wizarding world—he, Voldemort, had officially returned.

The existence of the Law of Secrecy became the most crucial catalyst for Voldemort's plan. Although some magical communities had long forgotten Voldemort's terror due to the passage of time, and were even unaware of the bloodshed and slaughter represented by the Dark Mark, the ironclad rule of the Law of Secrecy remained deeply ingrained in their minds. Once such a conspicuous and eerie Dark Mark appeared near a Muggle settlement, the Ministry of Magic of various countries would inevitably send personnel to investigate the situation and find out the source of this abnormal phenomenon that violated the Law of Secrecy.

This was Voldemort's true purpose. He used the Dark Mark to start a wildfire, spreading the news of his return to every corner of the world in the most direct and shocking way, thereby attracting the attention of as many wizards as possible, whether they were his loyal followers or his enemies. He wanted everyone to know that he had returned.

Most of the Death Eaters who escaped by chance and were not imprisoned in Azkaban were "traitors" who had betrayed him in the past or chose to protect themselves after his downfall. For many years, these people have lived in anonymity, far away from the English magical world, and have been living seemingly stable new lives in other countries. They have always held onto a sliver of hope that they have long since escaped the shadows of the past.

But when they find themselves out of control and forced to project the Dark Mark into the air above their area, the fear and panic deep within them are reignited, and most of them will have the idea of ​​escaping or running away again. This is exactly what Voldemort wants, since he has complete control over the Dark Mark. No matter where these Death Eaters run, as long as he wants, the Dark Mark will follow them like a shadow, always appearing in the night sky around them.

It could even be said that Voldemort was more than happy for these "traitors" to choose to escape, because if the Dark Mark only appeared in a fixed area, it could only attract the Ministry of Magic staff and local wizards in that area. But once these Death Eaters started to flee, the Dark Mark would keep appearing in new places as they moved, covering a wider and wider area, attracting more and more wizards' attention, and making his "announcement" more and more significant.

To achieve this, even though Voldemort initially existed in Tom Riddle's original form after his resurrection, he deliberately adjusted his appearance, reverting to the terrifying snake-faced, fanged look that the Death Eaters were most familiar with. Only this intimidating and recognizable image could quickly arouse the Death Eaters' deepest awe and fear, saving unnecessary explanation time and allowing him to get to the point more quickly and mobilize all available power.

However, for such a plan to fully develop and achieve its intended effect, it obviously needed time. Voldemort took advantage of this buffer period, using the unusual magical fluctuations he sensed from Karkaroff, to expose himself near Hogwarts and engage in a confrontation with Dumbledore, Dylan, and others—for him, this was more of a way to pass the time, while also testing the strength of the current wizarding world. Undoubtedly, Voldemort was full of confidence in his plan, which was the source of his earlier confidence in showing himself and even calmly conversing with Dumbledore. But one thing clearly exceeded his expectations: Dylan, this young wizard, had learned too much about the Dark Mark, even secret information about Voldemort himself, and dared to speak frankly to him, constantly provoking him with those past events he didn't want to mention, ultimately making him angry and embarrassed, and temporarily suspending communication in a relatively embarrassed manner.

In fact, Dylan had already kept his distance; he still harbored many unspoken secrets about Voldemort's past.

After all, his former soul was already his possession.

At this moment, Dylan looked at the Dark Mark still flashing in the night sky, feeling the continuous energy fluctuations within it, and smiled faintly. He had already figured out Voldemort's trump card.

In the hazy green light of the night sky, Voldemort's voice carried a deliberately solemn tone, yet it was also filled with deep sarcasm: "So many centuries have passed since the enactment of the Secret Law!"

His tone suddenly turned fierce, carrying a strong inflammatory tone: "Without a doubt! This law is already the dregs of the old era! More than fifty years ago, it was because of this ridiculous secrecy law that the glorious new era that should have belonged to us wizards was abruptly interrupted! It is like an invisible shackle, imprisoning us in darkness and making us miss the best opportunity to rise up!"

High in the sky, Voldemort's accusations continued, while Cornelius Fudge on the ground was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He paced back and forth, sweat streaming down his face, soaking the fabric of his clothes, and his breathing became rapid.

"Mr. Dylan! Haven't you found his location yet?" Fudge abruptly stopped and shouted urgently in Dylan's direction, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety. As Minister of Magic of England, his concern for this matter far surpassed that of anyone else. Voldemort's return was inextricably linked to the Ministry of Magic of England. Once the International Wizarding Federation launched an investigation based on the relevant provisions of the Secret Law, he, as the current Minister, would inevitably be the first to be held accountable, and might even face the risk of resignation or trial.

However, Dylan did not respond to Fudge's urging. Now was not the best time to reveal the answer; he needed to wait for the most suitable opportunity.

"This secrecy law isn't just hindering me," Voldemort continued his impassioned speech, his voice filled with resentment and indignation, "It's hindering the progress and development of all wizards! Think about it! Muggles, after experiencing the ravages of war, are living better and better lives, their technology is becoming more and more advanced, and their civilization is becoming more and more prosperous!"

"And what about us?" His voice suddenly rose, carrying a strong sense of accusation. "Surely no one has forgotten? We also experienced a brutal war back then! But why is there such a gap? Why can Muggles develop so rapidly, while we can only stand still, and even regress in some aspects? All of this is thanks to the Secrecy Act! It isolated us from the world and made us lose the motivation to move forward!"

Voldemort's voice echoed through the night sky like a curse, while Cornelius Fudge's face grew increasingly pale. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face and found that his collar was completely soaked with sweat, sticking to his body in a sticky and uncomfortable way.

He looked at Dylan again, his tone pleading: "Mr. Dylan? Please, is there any progress? Is there really no way to locate the mysterious man? If this continues, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Dylan still did not directly respond to Fudge's urging.

Dylan was actually quite familiar with the content of Voldemort's impassioned speech that was currently being delivered in the night sky.

“Minister Fudge, please calm down.” Dylan finally turned to Cornelius Fudge, who was already pacing anxiously, and said calmly, “Please give me a little more time. I should be able to pinpoint Voldemort’s exact location soon.”

"I... how could I be anxious? You can do your thing without worrying about me, I don't care at all." Upon hearing this, Connelly Fudge quickly suppressed the anxiety on his face, forced out a smile that looked worse than crying, and waved his hand. However, despite his words, his clenched fists and trembling legs betrayed his extreme unease.

In the night sky, Voldemort's speech continued, his tone growing increasingly impassioned and inflammatory: "Why have we wizards remained stagnant, with nothing changing all these years?"

He took a deep breath, as if to draw everyone's attention to himself. "Now, I will tell you the answer! Because Muggles are too weak! War can easily destroy everything they cherish—the power they desperately pursue, the wealth they have accumulated, the order they have established—all of it will be reduced to nothing in the flames of war!"

Voldemort's voice carried an eerie certainty, "However, this may not necessarily be a bad thing for them. Having lost everything, they now have the opportunity to start anew! They can rebuild the power structure, accumulate wealth again, and re-establish their own order according to their ideals!"

"But we wizards are different; we are far too powerful!" (End of Chapter)