Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

"Protect the Gods!" With Rufus Scrimgeour's command, the Aurors raised their wands and chanted the Patronus Charm in unison. Instantly, dazzling beams of light shot out from the tips of their wands, and various physical Patronus appeared—agile stags, swift foxes, majestic lions, lively rabbits... These vibrant Patronus radiated a warm light in the dim environment, forming a solid defensive line.

"Patriot!" Dumbledore slowly raised his wand and softly uttered the incantation. A phoenix, remarkably similar to Fawkes, leaped from the tip of his wand, unfurling magnificent golden wings and letting out a clear cry. It flapped its wings and soared straight into the sky, charging towards the circling and gathering Dementors. Wherever the golden light passed, the once arrogant Dementors let out piercing screams and instinctively retreated, clearly intimidated by the power of the Patronus.

High above, countless Dementors still hovered, their chilling aura growing ever stronger, pressing down on people as if it were a tangible force, making it hard to breathe. The coldness of the surrounding air intensified suddenly, and the biting wind, carrying ice shards, scraped against the skin like sharp blades, bringing excruciating pain. Neither the Death Eaters who had just regained their freedom nor the other imprisoned prisoners could withstand this extreme cold. They huddled on the deck of the three-masted sailing ship, shivering, their eyes filled with awe and fear, all looking at Voldemort, who was giving orders from the bow, not daring to make the slightest move.

Voldemort stood at the bow of the three-masted sailing ship, his black robes fluttering in the sea breeze, like a dark emperor who controlled life and death. He slightly raised his wand, his wrist nimbly turning, drawing a smooth, rounded arc. The movement was elegant yet carried an irresistible magical power, as if he were controlling the ship's rudder invisibly.

After a crisp sound, the folded sails on both sides of the three-masted sailboat suddenly unfurled, like huge black wings, and instantly billowed in the strong sea wind, making a "whooshing" sound.

Voldemort gripped his wand and made a light sweeping motion in the air. The entire three-masted sailing ship seemed to be firmly supported and propelled forward by an invisible force, riding the wind and waves and sailing towards the vast sea at an unimaginable speed, leaving a white trail of spray behind its stern.

The Death Eaters and prisoners on the deck were drawn by the light that appeared on the distant horizon. They looked up, their faces full of surprise and confusion, and couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. Hearing the murmurs behind him, he slowly turned around, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction everyone was looking. In the distance, countless warm rays of light pierced the darkness of the night sky, and all sorts of physical guardian spirits soared through the air—golden eagles with outstretched wings, agile lynxes, majestic lions, and fierce-looking gray wolves… each with its own unique form and numerous in number, they were particularly striking in the dim night.

At the very front of these guardian deities, a phoenix guardian deity with a golden body and magnificent wings was flapping its wings, leading the procession and emitting a dazzling yet not blinding light, becoming the most eye-catching presence in the night sky.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows even higher, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he did not show too much panic. In fact, the moment he rescued the Death Eaters, he had already imagined that Dumbledore might come after him, but he did not expect that the other party would come so quickly and catch up to the North Sea so swiftly.

He gently waved his wand at his own eyes, and a faint silver light flashed. The Night Vision Charm took effect instantly, and with the help of the magic, he could clearly see Dumbledore, who had already landed on the island in the distance, and a group of uniformed, solemn-looking Aurors from the Ministry of Magic behind him, who were rapidly approaching the sea.

“Dumbledore…” Voldemort’s lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes filled with mockery and cruelty. “You are as ‘merciful’ as ever, bringing so many burdens to your deaths. How wonderful!”

He was still pondering a difficult problem: if he were to encounter Dumbledore head-on on the vast ocean, how could he simultaneously deal with his strongest opponent while also respectably protecting the Death Eaters and prisoners behind him who had just been rescued and whose strengths varied greatly?

Now, Dumbledore's arrival has conveniently solved this problem for him. Not only that, he can also turn the tables and throw this dilemma at Dumbledore—let's see how this "greatest wizard of our time" protects a group of Aurors while fighting against him!

Thinking this, Voldemort's smile widened, his eyes flashing with a crimson light, revealing a morbid excitement and cruelty. He slowly raised his wand, pointing it at the surging ocean beside him, his tone filled with disdainful mockery: "Today I'll show you what the power of the ocean is!"

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, the already turbulent sea seemed to have been hit by a boulder, instantly boiling over.

The seawater began to churn and vibrate violently, erupting with rhythmic roars, as if an ancient beast was about to awaken in the ocean depths.

Immediately afterward, under Voldemort's control of his wand, the seawater was violently pulled apart as if by an invisible giant hand. Huge waves rolled wildly, leaping dozens of meters high from the sea surface, like a black wall that blotted out the sky and completely separated the sky from the sea. With a world-destroying momentum, it pressed down towards the direction where Dumbledore and the Aurors were.

Even the Aurors, who had experienced countless dangerous missions and received professional combat training, couldn't help but feel fear when faced with such a terrifying double attack of nature and magic. Several Aurors subconsciously tried to use Apparition to escape this dangerous area, but they were blocked by the anti-Apparition magic set up in this sea. When the magical energy collided, only a faint light was emitted, and they failed to escape.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was terrified. Instead of going ashore with the Aurors, he huddled in a corner of the magical ship's cabin, his body trembling uncontrollably, screaming intermittently, "Ah!! We're going to die here!"

An Auror looked anxiously at Dylan, who stood calmly on the shore, and shouted, "Dylan! Get back to the ship!"

Dylan nodded slightly, his face showing no sign of panic. Instead, his eyes held a hint of inquisitive interest as he continued to observe the approaching, ever-growing wave with focused attention, as if what was about to happen was not a catastrophe, but a rare natural spectacle.

Just as the first massive, overwhelming wave was about to crash down, Voldemort waved his wand again, and an even larger wave rose from beneath the surface of the sea with a deafening roar, crashing down on the other side of the island.

Dumbledore had already seen through Voldemort's tricks. He calmly began his operation. Facing the first roaring wave, he slowly raised his wand and gently tapped it towards the black wall of water. A miraculous thing happened: the wave, which had been falling with devastating force, mysteriously stopped in mid-air, as if frozen in place by a spell, solidifying into a huge, crystal-clear wall of seawater that firmly protected one side of the island. Water droplets slid slowly down the edge of the wall, showing no further tendency to fall.

Dumbledore turned around slowly, his face still bearing that gentle yet firm expression. He raised his wand and aimed it at another wave that had just risen and was approaching the other side of the island. He cast the same spell again, and another massive sea wall formed in mid-air, echoing the previous one and protecting the other side of the island as well.

A battle of wits between top wizards has begun. Voldemort's wand, like a whip, lashes the sea again and again, and one huge wave after another rises from the sea, rushing towards all directions of the island. Each wave is larger than the last, and its momentum is increasingly terrifying.

Dumbledore always stood in the center of the island, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He waved his wand gently, each tap, stroke, and swing precisely meeting a wave. No matter how many surging currents Voldemort stirred up, Dumbledore could always stop them in mid-air with the simplest of movements.

Gradually, the entire island of Azkaban was surrounded by layers of sea walls, forming a rare sea cage. The frozen waves were tens of meters high, like huge ice walls surrounding the island, cutting the sky into irregular shapes. Sunlight refracted through the sea walls, creating colorful light and shadow, which was both spectacular and a little eerie.

Even more astonishingly, after setting up the cage, Dumbledore gently drew a thin stream of water from one of the walls. Under the control of his wand, the stream instantly became solid and steady, like a crystal-clear jade path.

Dumbledore stepped onto the water, and the current carried him slowly upwards, steadily approaching the three-masted ship where Voldemort was, his posture as composed as if he were simply strolling on flat ground.

This is a duel between top wizards. There are no fancy moves, but they possess earth-shattering power and unimaginable composure. Every move brings ultimate shock and refreshes people's understanding of magical power.

Voldemort stood at the bow of the three-masted sailing ship, watching Dumbledore approach. The crimson light in his eyes grew stronger. He suddenly waved his wand at the Death Eaters and prisoners on the deck. A thick crimson gas shot out from the tip of the wand, spreading rapidly towards the crowd as if it were alive. Instantly, a strange, sweet and pungent smell filled the air.

“Go and kill those Aurors.”

“Master!” Rodolph Sleistrange stepped forward, his tone tinged with helplessness and urgency. “Our wands were confiscated when we were imprisoned in Azkaban, and those wretched Aurors are all equipped with complete wands. Without weapons, it will be difficult for us to fight against them!”

Before he finished speaking, the scarlet gas had already entered his nostrils. Instantly, Rodolph Slaterange felt an unprecedented power erupt from the depths of his body, as if endless energy was surging through his blood vessels. The weakness he had felt from being imprisoned for so long vanished without a trace.

His eyes widened as he incredulously sensed the changes within his body, his voice filled with surprise and awe: "Master, could it be...?"

“That’s right.” Voldemort nodded slowly, his eyes cold as he pointed to the Aurors standing guard on the shore of the distant island. “Now, do not betray the trust and favor I have bestowed upon you. Eliminate those ants that stand in our way!”

Before Rodolph Slaterange could utter any words of flattery, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his consciousness fading. An uncontrollable, violent urge to kill grew wildly within him, taking over his entire mind. Instinctively, he looked in the direction Voldemort had pointed, and when he saw the Aurors in their uniforms, wands in hand, his eyes flashed with bloodlust, and he longed to rush forward and tear them to shreds.

As his bloodlust grew wildly, he felt strange changes happening to his body—his bones creaked, his muscles swelled rapidly, something seemed to wriggle under his skin, and his nails became sharp and black. But he couldn't care less about any of that now; all that remained in his heart was the intense urge to kill, which drove him toward the Aurors.

Not only Rodolph Sleistrange, but all the Death Eaters and prisoners who failed to obtain the wands fell into the same state of madness after inhaling the crimson gas. Their eyes were unfocused, their faces were filled with ferocious smiles, and their bodies erupted with power far exceeding their previous strength. They roared and charged out of the three-masted ship, like irrational beasts, rushing wildly towards the Aurors not far away. Even unarmed, they showed a ruthless determination to fight to the death.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore had already walked steadily across the water to Voldemort's front, facing him from a distance.

“Tom…” Dumbledore looked at the Death Eaters and prisoners who had gone mad and were charging at the Aurors like wild beasts, a deep regret flashing in his eyes. He shook his head slightly and said in a heavy tone, “Is this how you treat your subordinates? Turning them into mindless monsters who only know how to kill, is this what you call ‘gift’?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore raised his wand at the Death Eaters and prisoners who were charging at him in a frenzy. A wall of seawater behind him surged up instantly, and a thick stream of water gushed out from it, like a nimble water snake, straight towards the irrational crowd, trying to subdue them and prevent more casualties.

"You're the one who's stopping them!" (End of Chapter)