Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

"Let's leave here and go outside for a look."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's arrangement, Phoenix Fox nodded humanely, his eyes gleaming with understanding.

Immediately afterwards, an even more intense golden flame suddenly erupted from its body, the flames engulfing it and Dumbledore's bodies like gentle waves.

At the same time, a piercing shriek came from the direction of Azkaban.

This is a magical alarm that is triggered only when the prison faces a deadly crisis. It is as sharp as the friction of metal and has a strong penetrating power. Even from a great distance, it can cause eardrum pain and unease.

Immediately afterward, Voldemort waved his wand again, as if suppressed by an invisible force. The piercing magical alarm in the distance instantly ceased, and only the surging and churning sound of the sea remained on the surface, along with a suffocating silence.

Countless Dementors, with their twisted forms and black cloaks, surged forth from every exit of Azkaban like a tide. They hovered and gathered in mid-air, forming a massive black shadow that slowly approached Voldemort.

However, shockingly, these creatures, who lived on pleasure and were filled with malice towards all life, did not attack Voldemort. Instead, they hovered not far from him, like a group of servants awaiting orders.

In the scene, Voldemort's lips moved slightly. Although no sound could be heard, he was clearly communicating with the Dementors in some kind of strange way. This eerie communication lasted only a few seconds before the Dementors changed direction, flew into the sky, and dispersed away from Azkaban, completely abandoning their attempts to stop Voldemort and allowing him to approach the prison.

“Dementors are all unreliable creatures after all!!!” A bald black Auror slowly spoke; he was Kingsley Shackler, his eyes filled with disappointment and understanding. “They only follow the strong. Whoever can provide them with more ‘food’ will serve them. The Ministry of Magic’s initial expectation of using them to guard Azkaban was a mistake in itself!!

The other Aurors nodded in agreement upon hearing Kingsley Shacklel's words, their faces showing approval. As Aurors who had dealt with the forces of darkness for many years, they knew the nature of Dementors better than anyone else.

Seeing this, Dylan smiled calmly.

Cornelius Fudge's face was extremely grim, his pale face devoid of any color. He never expected things to develop to this point—the Dementors had betrayed the Ministry of Magic so decisively, so easily persuaded by Voldemort, and turned into his henchmen. This undoubtedly tore a huge gap in the Ministry of Magic's defenses!

Voldemort drew ever closer to Azkaban, a cold smirk playing on his lips, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain. He slowly raised his wand and brought it down heavily on Azkaban's main building.

!!!

Everyone could feel the earth-shattering power. The entire triangular prism-shaped prison building trembled violently, and the protective glow on its surface was extinguished instantly, like a candle flickering in the wind—all the protective magic contained within was destroyed by this attack.

The thick stone wall facing Voldemort was instantly covered with dense cracks. The cracks spread and expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire wall collapsed, turning into dust flying everywhere. After the wall collapsed, the dark and damp structure inside Azkaban was exposed. Countless cells were arranged along the wall, making it look oppressive and terrifying.

The prisoners who had been standing or huddled against the wall, upon seeing Voldemort, seemed to see a savior. They knelt down, shouting something excitedly at him, their faces filled with fanatical worship and gratitude.

Voldemort's smile widened, tinged with cruelty and smugness. He flicked his wand, and an invisible magical force swept out, sending the iron bars and cell doors that imprisoned the prisoners flying out like withered branches and leaves swept up by a gale, crashing into the distant sea and creating huge splashes.

Azkaban's prison system completely collapsed, and more and more prisoners rushed out of their cells. They were ragged and haggard, but could not hide their excitement. They knelt down before Voldemort, tears streaming down their faces, worshipping him and calling out his name repeatedly.

Voldemort grinned smugly. He maintained his open-armed posture, like a king reigning over the world, and slowly floated toward the top floor of Azkaban. Behind him were a group of fanatical Death Eaters and prisoners who surrounded him, accepting his "gifts" and expressing their utmost worship and loyalty.

Dylan's gaze swept over the Death Eaters who were worshipping Voldemort. Among the crowd, several familiar faces caught his attention. The most striking one was a female Death Eater with a fanatical expression. Her features vaguely resembled those of Sirius Black, which instantly reminded Dylan of a name—Bellatrix Lestrange.

Before marrying Rodolph Severanch, Bellatrix's maiden name was "Black." She was Sirius Black's cousin, and the two were related by blood, so it was not surprising that they looked alike. Voldemort trusted Bellatrix Lestrange immensely, regarding her as one of his most loyal and capable henchmen, while Bellatrix had an almost fanatical loyalty and infatuation with Voldemort.

After Voldemort's downfall, most Death Eaters chose to go into hiding and protect themselves. Only Bellatrix remained determined to find him. She joined forces with other Death Eaters, including two other members of her family, to search for Voldemort's whereabouts at all costs.

In her quest for clues about Voldemort, she even targeted Neville Longbottom's parents, Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom. She kidnapped them, subjected them to the Cruciatus Curse, and tortured them day after day in an attempt to extract information about Voldemort's whereabouts. Although the Aurors eventually arrived in time to subdue Bellatrix and her accomplices and prevent further harm, tragedy had already struck.

Neville's parents, having suffered the Cruciatus Curse for so long, endured irreversible damage to their souls, completely losing their sanity. They were sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Defects, where they underwent lifelong treatment and could never return to a normal life. Bellatrix's release undoubtedly meant a significant increase in Voldemort's power, and future confrontations would inevitably become much more difficult.

However, Bella's daughter seems to still be serving Karthus.

I just don't know who Bella's father was.
Rodolphus? Or Voldemort?
It doesn't really matter who the father is.

In any case, Delfini is now cooperating very well with Bogin, and has directly established various underground companies to help him constantly acquire all kinds of resources.

He was his right-hand man.

Amelia Bones looked up, gazing at the faint shadow on the distant horizon. The outline of Azkaban prison was gradually becoming clearer in the twilight. "We're getting closer and closer to Azkaban. Everyone, prepare for battle. There's no room for error in the upcoming operation!"

Upon hearing the command, the Aurors on the ship instantly became serious. They gripped their wands tightly in their palms, their knuckles turning white from the force, their faces filled with solemnity and determination, without the slightest slackening.

Cornelius Fudge's face was still extremely pale, with a sickly flush. Cold sweat kept pouring out of his body. Not only were his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, but the back of his clothes was also completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his disheveled figure. He stood on the ship's railing, his body swaying slightly, clearly disturbed by the current situation and the impending battle.

The magical ship carrying Dylan and his group sailed swiftly across the sea, drawing ever closer to the island where Azkaban was located. A young Auror, his eyes bulging, frequently looked up in the direction of Azkaban, his face filled with confusion and unease: "What exactly is this mysterious man doing? He keeps circling around Azkaban. Is he patrolling to prevent anyone from stopping him?"

"Could it be that he plans to transform Azkaban?" Another experienced Auror frowned and voiced his guess. "After all, he just rescued so many Death Eaters, he needs a place to stay. Perhaps he wants to turn this place into his base and expand his power from there?"

“I think that’s very likely!” Another Auror nodded in agreement, his tone tinged with worry. “If the mysterious man wants to attract more wizards to his side, he really needs a clear base of operations. Otherwise, those who want to join him won’t even know where to look for him. He can’t just keep wandering aimlessly, can he?”

"Look!" Just as everyone was discussing, Nymphadora Tonks suddenly raised her hand, extended her slender finger, and pointed to the island where Azkaban was located. Her voice was filled with undisguised shock, "Azkaban... Azkaban has disappeared!"

Hearing Tonks's exclamation, the Aurors on the ship all looked in the direction she was pointing. Sure enough, the triangular prism-shaped prison building that had stood in the center of the island had vanished without a trace. In its place was a huge three-masted sailing ship moored on the shore. The sailing ship was completely black, with its sails tightly closed, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura in the twilight.

Just as everyone was in astonishment, a gentle and familiar voice suddenly rang out on the deck: "It seems I've arrived just in time."

The Aurors quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw Albus Dumbledore's figure land on the deck as lightly as a feather, his movements elegant and composed. Beside him, Fawkes the phoenix flapped its golden wings and finally landed on Dylan's arm, affectionately rubbing against his wrist and letting out a soft chirp.

“Dylan has told me everything that happened before.” Dumbledore let out a soft breath, a complex emotion in his eyes. “It’s surprising, and disappointing.”

His gaze slowly swept over Cornelius Fudge, whose face was deathly pale, and finally landed on the crowd. He said in a heavy tone, "The Dementors, who were originally on whom the Ministry of Magic placed high hopes and were expected to guard Azkaban firmly, have so easily turned against us and joined Voldemort. It is truly unexpected."

“You’re right, Headmaster Dumbledore,” Rufus Scrimgeour stepped forward, his face grave. “The most pressing problem right now is these Dementors. Azkaban holds a large number of prisoners, and the corresponding number of Dementors is also enormous. Once they completely side with Voldemort, they will become our greatest threat.”

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over every Auror present, and warned in a serious tone, "Since the Dementors have chosen to betray us, it means they are no longer under any restraint and will become unscrupulous. Everyone must be on high alert and not let their guard down! These Dementors are no longer just patrolling and guarding like before; they will not hesitate to use 'Dementor's Kiss' on you!"

Upon hearing the words "the kiss of the Dementor," the Aurors' faces turned even paler. They all understood the terrifying meaning behind those words—it meant the soul being completely devoured, leaving behind an empty shell without thought or emotion, something far more horrifying than death.

Even knowing the dangers involved, these Aurors showed no sign of backing down. They straightened their backs, gripped their wands tightly, and nodded solemnly at Rufus Scrimgeour with unwavering eyes, replying in unison, "Understood!"

With a dull thud, the magical ship finally came to a steady stop on the shore of the island where Azkaban was located. The Aurors took a deep breath, suppressing their tension and unease, and nimbly jumped off the ship, landing steadily on the rocks on the shore, quickly forming a battle formation.

Above the island, countless Dementors gathered together, forming a huge black cloud. Their presence caused strange changes in the weather across the entire island. A fierce, cold wind howled past, carrying fine ice shards that scraped against the skin like sharp knives, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Sensing the biting chill in the air and the despair emanating from the Dementors, the Aurors dared not delay. They immediately waved their wands and began casting spells. Warm magical rays burst forth from the tips of their wands, forming an invisible barrier around them to dispel the chill and prevent the low temperature and negative emotions from affecting their performance in the upcoming battle. (End of Chapter)