Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

The once spacious and tidy square has now been completely transformed into a raging sea of ​​fire. The huge serpent of fire that once stood there has long since disappeared, replaced by countless giant fire serpents of varying sizes. They seem to possess independent life force, roaming and wreaking havoc across the square.

Each giant serpent is composed of eerie, deep green flames. Wherever it passes, whether it is stone ground or sturdy fences, everything is instantly ignited and becomes part of the flames. The statues of various shapes in the square seem to become ready-made "nourishment" in the eyes of the fiery serpents.

They coiled around the statues, some uprooting them and tossing them into the air, then opening their gaping maws to devour them as they fell. Others directly scorched the statues with their flames, causing the hard stone to melt and crumble under the high temperature, eventually merging into the Fiery Blaze. With each statue they devoured, the Fiery Blaze grew larger, its flames became more ferocious, and its destructive power became increasingly astonishing.

"My God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

A chilling green light suddenly ripped through the air, shooting rapidly toward Dumbledore. Dumbledore immediately stopped his slow descent, grabbed the corner of his robe with his left hand, and slightly turned his body. His movements were calm and agile, just enough to avoid Voldemort's Killing Curse. The green light grazed past his robe and shot into the distant night sky, eventually disappearing into the darkness.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, a strange feeling rising in his heart—he keenly sensed that this time dodging the Killing Curse was the easiest he had ever done. He knew Voldemort too well; this dark wizard who hated him to the core had always longed to end his life and would never hold back in any way.

This means that while Voldemort was casting the Killing Curse, he must have been secretly doing other things to distract him from his magic.

On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, and Dumbledore's thought process is also extremely fast. Without the slightest hesitation, his right hand, holding the wand, draws a smooth arc in the air. The orange magical energy bursting from the tip of the wand flows around him like water, instantly forming an elliptical magical energy field. The surface of this energy field shimmers with a soft yet resilient light, firmly protecting him within it, ready to deal with subsequent attacks.

His judgment was indeed correct. The next second, several giant, deep green fire serpents suddenly rose from the sea of ​​fire below like fountains, carrying a howling heat wave and an aura of incineration. They opened their blood-red maws, revealing sharp, fiery fangs, and viciously pounced towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore remained calm, showing no sign of panic. He gently flicked his wand upwards, and the egg-shaped magical energy field around him immediately expanded outwards, carrying immense magical power, and collided fiercely with the onrushing fiery serpents.

With a loud "bang," the shockwave generated by the collision of the energy field and the fierce fire spread outwards, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently.

Just then, Dumbledore's robes suddenly began to flutter without wind, as if swept by a gale. The folds of his robes rippled in the airflow. However, in stark contrast to the violent movement of his robes, the air around him, which had been distorted by the high temperature, became completely calm, as if it had been forcibly smoothed out by an invisible force.

Those watching the battle through the hazy green light could finally see Dumbledore's figure clearly because the air was no longer distorted—he stood tall and composed, as if he were not on a life-or-death battlefield, but taking a stroll in the courtyard of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore lunged forward and thrust his wand forward with a sudden burst.

Upon seeing this, Voldemort's expression instantly turned serious, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes. He immediately held his wand horizontally in front of him and quickly chanted a spell.

A magical shield shimmering with a cold, silver light appeared out of thin air, steadily blocking his path. The shield's surface was covered with intricate magical patterns, radiating a powerful defensive aura.

The magical energy released by Dumbledore slammed into the silver shield. The shield trembled violently at a visible speed, as if it had been hit by a heavy object. The silver light on its surface flickered, as if it might collapse at any moment.

As the shield trembled, an invisible sonic wave spread outwards. The sonic wave spread at an extremely fast speed, first affecting the Fiery Serpents that were besieging Dumbledore. These originally ferocious Fiery Serpents, the moment they were hit by the sonic wave, were as if their bodies were cut by countless sharp blades, instantly severing them in two. The upper half of the serpent body lost its magical support, struggled in the air for a few moments, and then quickly dissipated, turning into specks of green sparks, and finally extinguished completely.

A clear look of surprise flashed in Voldemort's eyes; he hadn't expected Dumbledore's magic to so easily break his Fiendfire. But he didn't back down. He maintained the silver shield, while chanting an even more complex incantation. From the sea of ​​fire below, even more Fiendfire serpents emerged, launching a new attack on Dumbledore from different angles and directions, attempting to completely surround him.

Dumbledore remained calm and composed, walking slowly downwards as if in a leisurely stroll, while wielding his wand and drawing sharp trajectories in the air like wielding a sword. With each swing, an orange beam of magical energy shot out, accurately striking the oncoming Fiery Serpent.

These fiery serpents were either directly repelled or had their attack direction altered by magical energy, turning them to pounce on Voldemort and becoming weapons for Dumbledore's counterattack.

Voldemort had no choice but to swing his wand with a whooshing sound, and streams of black magical energy shot out from the tip of the wand, repelling and scattering the Fiery Serpents that were attacking him.

Looking at Dumbledore's composed demeanor, his anger and doubt grew stronger, and he couldn't help but question, "Dumbledore, haven't you always been adept at manipulating all kinds of fire? Including this Fiendfire! But haven't you always claimed to despise dark magic? What are you doing now? Answer me!" "That's not entirely true," Dumbledore's tone remained calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever. "I am indeed quite skilled in fire-related magic. As for despising dark magic..."

He paused, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and continued, "Actually, you might not know that I once taught Defense Against the Dark Arts for a few days. If I had to put it plainly, I would say this—I have never hated the Dark Arts itself, but rather you as a person, and all the evil deeds you have committed with magic."

"You!" Upon hearing Dumbledore's blunt mockery, Voldemort could no longer control his emotions. His face instantly turned ashen, and purplish-blue veins spread rapidly up his neck like venomous snakes. His face, which already had serpentine features, became even more terrifying due to extreme ferocity and rage. The red light surging in his eyes almost materialized into a tangible killing intent.

"Since that's the case... then don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Oh? When have you ever been polite?"

Voldemort glanced at the face, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart, raised his wand high, and swung his arm down sharply with a resolute and ruthless motion.

Below in Heroes' Square, the raging, leaping flames, which had been rampaging everywhere, seemed to be summoned by an invisible force. They abandoned their destruction and converged in the same direction. Within seconds, all the flames coalesced into a gigantic serpent of flames. This serpent was larger than any of the previous ones, its body as thick as a giant tree that would take several people to encircle, stretching for hundreds of meters. The deep green flames around it burned even more violently, emanating a terrifying aura capable of incinerating the heavens and the earth.

The Fiery Serpent opened its gaping maw, revealing flaming fangs that gleamed with a cold light, spewing out billowing smoke and heat waves. Following the path indicated by Voldemort's wand, it charged toward Dumbledore with earth-shattering momentum, as if it wanted to completely devour and incinerate this opponent whom Voldemort hated to the core.

Faced with the colossal fiery serpent charging with earth-shattering force, Dumbledore's previously calm expression finally turned serious. His eyes sharpened, and he thrust his wand forward with a sudden, sharp screech as the tip of the wand cut through the air.

Whoosh!
As Dumbledore thrust forward with lightning speed, an invisible gale suddenly appeared out of nowhere, its force extremely violent, like a long-brewing hurricane suddenly erupting. This gale, carrying the power to sweep everything away, collided directly with the oncoming Fiery Serpent.

Shockingly, the seemingly unstoppable Fiery Serpent was actually at a disadvantage under the impact of this invisible gale. The gale acted like a solid barrier, blocking the Fiery Serpent's path. The powerful airflow continuously pounded against the serpent's body, making it difficult for it to advance even half a step further.

The Fiery Serpent writhed and struggled wildly in the gale, trying to break free of the obstacles. However, the power of the gale far exceeded its capacity to withstand it. Its originally thick body gradually became thin and scattered like a dandelion seed blown by the wind under the constant blowing of the gale. In the end, the entire Fiery Serpent transformed into a long and thin chain of flames. One end of the chain was connected to Dumbledore's wand, while the other end was firmly wrapped around Voldemort's wand, forming a strange chain of fire that stretched across the sky, tightly connecting the two of them.

Among the wizards around the world watching the battle through the hazy green light, some knew the terror of Fiendfire and were well aware of how many top wizards would need to join forces and what price they would have to pay to extinguish the fully formed and so violent Fiendfire. Yet now, Dumbledore had accomplished this almost impossible feat single-handedly, easily suppressing the terrifying Fiendfire that was capable of engulfing the entire Heroes' Square!
Everyone was deeply shocked by this scene, and their gazes toward Dumbledore were filled with awe and disbelief.

"Tom, since you're so enthusiastic about Fiendfire, why don't you experience it for yourself?" Dumbledore slowly raised his wand, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable power.

This time, he swung his wand with tremendous force, his arm drawing a wide arc in the air. As he moved, the Fiend Chain connecting their wands was also pulled along, forming a stunningly curved wave in the air. Flames rolled and leaped within the wave, radiating an even hotter aura.

In the blink of an eye, the wave of fire had already spread to Voldemort's front. Before he could react, the Fiery Chains seemed to come alive, quickly wrapping around Voldemort's body and tightly binding him to the silver shield in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the flames suddenly surged, forming a sealed fire prison that firmly trapped Voldemort within. This fire prison emitted an extremely bright and warm orange light, a soft light that carried a strong binding force. It was as clear and transparent as molten glass, and one could vaguely see the figure of Voldemort trapped inside. However, his body had become extremely distorted under the combined effects of the high temperature and the magic.

Trapped in the fiery prison, Voldemort clung to his silver shield, desperately trying to resist the Fiendfire and prevent it from harming his body. Despite the unbearable heat and perilous environment, he gradually calmed down. His rage and anxiety subsided, and his mind began to race as he considered how to break free from his predicament.

Since acquiring the library resources of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he has spent a great deal of time studying the ancient dark magic within, and his own magical skills have improved significantly. He thought that with such progress, even if he could not completely eliminate Dumbledore, he could at least gain a clear advantage and firmly control the battle.

But to his utter surprise, Dumbledore's magical abilities were also improving at the same time, even more significantly than his own, and his strength was still far superior to his!
The current situation is completely opposite to what he originally envisioned.

No matter what kind of dark magic he used to attack, Dumbledore could always find the perfect countermeasure in the shortest amount of time, neutralizing his attacks one by one, and even launching a counterattack to force him into a corner. Voldemort clearly realized that Dumbledore had the absolute upper hand at this moment, and he was completely trapped in a passive defensive situation. Continuing to be in this stalemate would not do him any good.

Having recognized this harsh reality, Voldemort understood that he had to immediately change his strategy and consider another crucial matter—how to extricate himself more gracefully, or rather, how to "create" the illusion that he still held the upper hand, so as not to lose face in front of wizards worldwide. He needed to create a safe escape opportunity for himself, and then do something more meaningful to mitigate the negative impact of this confrontation. (End of Chapter)