Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, is currently lost in reminiscences of the past, and the experience related to Sirius Black's prison break is undoubtedly the memory he most wants to completely bury. The vast majority of the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban are burdened with serious crimes similar to Sirius Black's. If these people were to escape en masse and be recruited and used by Voldemort, the entire wizarding world would be plunged into an abyss of destruction. The mere thought of such consequences is chilling.

Fudge tried to convince himself, suppressing his unease: "But even so, how could the mysterious man know the exact location of Azkaban? That place is one of the Ministry of Magic's top secrets."

Just then, Dylan interjected, his tone calm yet undeniably logical: "I've heard many senior wizards say that Azkaban is an insurmountable prison, but the fact is, Sirius Black successfully escaped, and the Ministry of Magic had to launch a nationwide manhunt. So, regarding the issues of secrecy and security, this clearly doesn't mean that this prison can maintain its position without being exposed."

These words struck Fudge's sore spot precisely, and his face instantly turned ashen—this was the humiliation he least wanted to be mentioned, the Ministry of Magic's authority being challenged like never before during that prison break.

Dylan didn't stop, continuing his methodical analysis: "I speculate that the protective magic deployed in Azkaban Prison is comparable in strength to that of Hogwarts. In fact, to further ensure secrecy, the Ministry of Magic likely added a high-level magical contract similar to the 'Loyalty Charm.' However, the defensive advantage of the 'Loyalty Charm' is mainly focused on resisting external intrusion. If Voldemort were to locate Azkaban from inside the prison through the Dark Mark on the Death Eaters' arms, then this layer of protection would be rendered useless."

He paused, allowing Fudge to process his words, before adding, "Back then, the Harry Potter family suffered misfortune precisely because Peter Pettigrew, after becoming the Secret Keeper, betrayed them and revealed their hiding place to Voldemort, leading to the complete breach of the 'Loyalty Curse' from within. History always seems to repeat itself in similar places."

Fudge's shoulders slumped. Dylan's analysis was so reasonable that he could find no reason to refute it. He could only say repeatedly, "Enough! I understand what you mean!" He knew that it was only a matter of time before he stepped down as Minister of Magic, but if he could stop Voldemort's plot to rescue the Death Eaters of Azkaban before leaving office, he could at least leave a significant mark on his resume.

Such an outcome is far better than having the stain of "wrongfully convicting Sirius" or "the mass escape of Azkaban Death Eaters" accompany you for life.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, dazzling lightning, with its world-destroying momentum, relentlessly pursued Voldemort. Enveloped in a thick cloud of gray smoke, Voldemort suddenly stopped all his dodging movements, allowing the lightning to instantly wrap around his entire body and dispel most of the gray smoke.

Voldemort showed no panic on his face, but instead a smug smile of certainty. He looked up at Dumbledore opposite him, his voice filled with harsh mockery: "Dumbledore, all these years have passed, and you're still the same! Is it because there are so many wizards watching that you dare not kill me? After all, you've always touted yourself as a symbol of mercy."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, letting out a heavy sigh. His eyes held a hint of pity, yet also an undeniable determination: "Tom, you've never understood one thing—there's more to destroying someone than taking their life."

Before the words were finished, the originally bright and purifying electric light suddenly changed color, gradually turning into a sinister and terrifying hue, the chilling color unique to the Killing Curse. However, the light now contained a more complex and destructive magic.

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Voldemort's smug smile froze instantly. His mocking expression vanished rapidly, and his face turned deathly pale at a visible speed. However, under the illumination of the lightning that gradually turned into a cold hue, this paleness did not reveal any weakness. Instead, it exuded a chilling, ghostly quality. The red light surging deep in his eyes grew even more intense, revealing a mad killing intent.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow sharply, a sudden chill running through him. He clearly sensed that the thick thunderclouds hanging high in the sky were rapidly slipping out of his magical control. The lightning energy, which had been docile and obedient, was now restless, as if forcibly interfered with by a strange and powerful force.

Without hesitation, he immediately swung his wand in response. The silver magical energy bursting from the tip of the wand sliced ​​through the night sky like a sharp blade, precisely striking the dark thundercloud. With a deafening roar, the entire thundercloud was forcibly split in two, forming a clear boundary in the air.

However, a sudden change occurred! The half of the thundercloud closest to Voldemort, upon contact with the dark magical aura emanating from him, was as if it had been dipped in a strange green paint. The originally gray-black clouds were rapidly stained, gradually turning into a chilling deep green. The lightning surging within the clouds also took on the same color, exuding a rich aura of dark magic.

Voldemort leaned forward slightly, and the discolored electric currents that had been wrapped around him broke apart at that moment. The broken fragments of electricity collided with each other in the air, like countless flints rubbing together, instantly bursting into a dazzling burst of sparks, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

The green-tinged thundercloud, like dry cotton meeting a spark, was instantly ignited by the dazzling flames. The raging flames spread wildly within the cloud, quickly coalescing into an enormous serpent of fire. Its body was composed of deep green flames, its scales shimmering eerily in the firelight, and its gaping maw spewed forth billowing heat waves, carrying a terrifying aura of incineration.

The fiery serpent did not immediately pounce on Dumbledore. Instead, it shot out like an arrow and plunged straight into the other half of the thundercloud that had not yet been affected. That half of the pure white thundercloud was just as vulnerable as dry cotton and was instantly assimilated by the green flames of the fiery serpent. The thundercloud quickly burned and turned into more green flames that merged into the serpent's body.

The fiery serpent grew even larger, its body as thick as a giant tree, stretching for thousands of meters, and with a destructive aura, it turned and pounced on Dumbledore.

Just at this critical moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone beside the flaming serpent, and the figure of Phoenix Fox appeared out of thin air. It spread its magnificent red wings, opened its mouth towards the surging green flames, and took a deep breath, trying to devour the terrifying flames. However, the power of the Fiery Blaze far exceeded its expectations. It only absorbed a few wisps of flame, while most of the flames continued to burn wildly on the serpent's body, showing no signs of abating.

The fiery serpent seemed to possess its own consciousness. Sensing the movement of Phoenix Fawkes, its massive head snapped around, lunging at Fawkes with a whistling sound. However, Phoenix Fawkes was agile, weaving freely through the flames. The fiery serpent's several attacks missed their mark, failing to harm it in the slightest. Fawkes flapped its wings continuously, emitting clear cries, attempting to disrupt the flow of the fiery flames, but to no avail. The fierce battle high above was projected through the Black Magic Mark and echoed throughout every corner of the magical world.

Some of the veteran wizards watching the battle suddenly became serious upon seeing the clash between Fawkes the Phoenix and the Flame Serpent, finally realizing that Voldemort was using the most dangerous Fiendfyre spell in the dark magic.

Fiendfire is essentially pure black magic fire, and its characteristics are far more terrifying than ordinary fire. Although the phoenix Fawkes is naturally unafraid of any fire and can even be reborn in flames, it is difficult to have a substantial impact on Fiendfire. It can only barely pass through it without getting hurt.

Apart from the phoenix, almost no creature or object can ignore the threat of the Fiendfire. Most things, once lightly touched by the Fiendfire, will be immediately assimilated into it, becoming part of the Fiendfire, making the flames even more violent and uncontrollable.

Dumbledore frowned, his raised eyebrows conveying a sense of gravity. He was about to swing his wand and cast a high-level spell to deal with the terrifying fire serpent when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a chilling green light shooting toward him at an extremely fast speed.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the air, the emotionless spell carrying a deadly intent.

Dumbledore had no time to deal with Fiendfire, so he immediately turned his wand around and waved it rapidly in the air in front of him. The moisture in the surrounding air quickly condensed under his magical control, instantly forming a thick water vapor shield. The surface of the shield flowed with a faint silver light and emitted energy fluctuations of defensive magic.

"Oh!"

The chilling green light of the Killing Curse slammed into the water vapor shield with a dull thud. The powerful impact caused the water vapor shield to tremble violently, and it eventually shattered under the erosion of the green light. The energy of the Killing Curse also dissipated, and the two canceled each other out, turning into a sky full of water mist.

Taking advantage of the moment when Dumbledore was resisting the Killing Curse, the huge flaming serpent suddenly vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed, leaving only the lingering heat and faint smell of sulfur in the air. Dumbledore did not let his guard down for a moment, and took advantage of this brief opening to quickly wave his wand in Voldemort's direction.

A beam of blue magical energy shot out from the tip of the staff, instantly enveloping Voldemort's entire body. The next second, thick ice condensed around Voldemort, freezing him solidly within it. The surface of the ice was as smooth as a mirror, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

However, Voldemort's speed in breaking through the ice was astonishing. Almost the instant the ice was fully formed, thick gray smoke rose from his body. This smoke was highly corrosive and instantly swallowed and melted the thick ice. Within a few seconds, the ice disappeared completely, and Voldemort escaped unharmed.

Without uttering a single word, his eyes as cold as ice, he immediately launched a new attack. His magical offensive became even more ferocious, with black magic spells raining down on Dumbledore like a storm, moving so fast that it was difficult for anyone to react.

Interspersed among these magical attacks were deadly killing curses, like hidden traps that could kill a person if they were not careful. The intention was clearly to drag Dumbledore into a predicament through this dense and varied offensive, and eventually find an opening to kill him.

Faced with Voldemort's relentless onslaught, Dumbledore remained as composed as ever. Every swing of his staff was impeccably precise, without any superfluous movements, yet he always managed to perfectly deflect Voldemort's attacks at the most crucial moments. Whether it was a swift dark magic spell or an unexpected killing curse, he neutralized them all with just the right amount of defensive magic—neither falling into danger due to insufficient defense nor revealing any weaknesses due to excessive magic consumption. He maintained a delicate balance with Voldemort, never allowing himself to suffer the slightest harm.

The epic battle between these two top wizards, projected through the Black Magic Mark, captivated the attention of wizards worldwide. Everyone instinctively held their breath, their eyes glued to the intertwining magical lights colliding in the air. Their hearts pounded with the ebb and flow of the battle. They watched as the two magics collided, neutralized, and countered time and again, their strengths evenly matched. It was impossible to predict who would emerge victorious in this epic duel. Everyone was filled with tension and trepidation.

However, a few wizards with extremely keen observation skills caught a subtle but crucial change in the fierce battle: Dumbledore's figure was slowly descending, while Voldemort, like a persistent leech, relentlessly pursued him, giving Dumbledore no chance to catch his breath.

As time went on, more and more wizards noticed this trend. It wasn't until their gaze passed over the two figures locked in fierce combat and they vaguely saw the scattered lights flickering on the ground in the distance, as well as the rolling heat waves and flames rising from beneath their feet, that a strange feeling suddenly arose in their hearts.

Even more shockingly, Voldemort and Dumbledore were enveloped in a layer of visible high-temperature airflow, the air was scorched and distorted, and their figures were slightly distorted, as if viewed through a rippled water curtain.

As Dumbledore's figure continued to sink, those watching through the hazy green light finally saw the horrific scene unfolding on the ground below. (End of Chapter)