Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Still shaken, Tonks felt a slight binding sensation around his waist. Looking down, he saw a magical vine originating from Dylan.

“Ah…” John Dexter’s expressionless voice came from behind. He did not give up. He raised his wand again, aimed it at Tonks who was unable to get any leverage in mid-air, and prepared to recite the complete Killing Curse. But this time, he could not finish the incantation. A dazzling red light shot from the side and hit him accurately in the chest.

John Dexter's body stiffened abruptly, his expression freezing instantly, before he fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground and becoming completely still.

Hanging in mid-air, Tonks became the focus of the battlefield. The four Death Eaters and prisoners who had undergone deep mutation immediately abandoned their opponents and stomped their muscular legs hard on the ground, causing the stone floor to crack.

Like four cannonballs launched from a gun, they leaped high into the air, their bodies stretching out in mid-air. Their mutated claws gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, and their fangs, dripping with saliva, lashed out at Tonks, who had nowhere to get a foothold. The foul-smelling wind, carrying with it a bloodthirsty desire, almost devoured her.

Tonks instinctively curled up, gripping her wand tightly but unable to cast a spell in time. In mid-air, she was like a bullseye, unable to dodge the deadly attacks from all sides. Kingsley Shackleton had just finished off the enemy in front of him when he saw this and his pupils shrank. He wanted to help but it was too late, and he could only watch helplessly as death approached his teammate.

At this critical moment, Dylan's figure did not move an inch. His wand trembled slightly. Without any dazzling light or complicated incantations, four extremely faint silver-gray streaks of light streaked across the void and instantly appeared around the four mutants. They were the materialized traces of spatial magic, carrying a cold texture that could cut through dimensions.

The next second, the four mutated beings who were diving down were suddenly frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, as if a pause button had been pressed. Their ferocious expressions froze, their claws were only three feet away from Tonks, but they could no longer take another step. The air currents in the air seemed to stand still at this moment, and only the hoarse sounds coming from their throats revealed extreme horror and unwillingness.

Dylan's wand spun gently, and the four silver-gray streaks of light suddenly tightened.

There was no violent collision sound, only a slight hissing sound. The space around the four mutants shattered like glass, forming four perfect cubic barriers that imprisoned them. The barrier walls shimmered with a faint silver light, like the hardest dimensional barrier. No matter how the mutants swung their claws and rammed into the barrier, they could not leave the slightest mark. Instead, they were shaken by the force of the barrier's rebound, causing blood to flow from their mouths and noses.

Tonks was dumbfounded.

Dylan raised his wand again, and the four spatial barriers suddenly contracted, like dimensional blades that lightly sliced ​​through. There was no bloody scene, only four silver-gray lights flashed by, and the four mutants fell from the barriers. Their bodies had partially returned to human form, but they fell to the ground powerless, their eyes closed, completely unconscious, without even the strength to struggle.

Tonks landed slowly, still stunned by what had just happened. The spatial rift in the air had quietly healed, as if nothing had ever happened. Only the four unconscious mutants on the ground proved that the high-level magical duel that had just taken place was over in an instant.

"Wait, my God! How come there are poisonous snakes here? And they're so big!"

"They're not just ordinary venomous snakes! They exude an aura of dark magic; they're very dangerous!"

Following the sound, they saw several black venomous snakes, each about ten feet long, slithering rapidly across the ground with their scarlet tongues flicking out, launching a fierce attack on the Aurors. The snakes' scales gleamed with an eerie dark light, their eyes were fierce, and they were extremely aggressive.

The Aurors loudly communicated about the battle situation as they retreated with difficulty, quickly reaching Kingsley Shaker and Tonks' side and forming a temporary defensive formation.

"Bind the whole body!" Kingsley Shackler raised his wand without hesitation and chanted the Binding Charm.

An invisible magical force enveloped the venomous snakes, instantly binding their bodies and preventing them from crawling any further. They could only writhe and struggle in place. Tonks also fully recovered, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes. She exchanged a glance with the Aurors who had retreated, and they immediately reached a tacit understanding. They all raised their wands and launched a joint attack on the bound venomous snakes.

"Split into pieces!"

"Crush it immediately!"

"The flames are blazing!"

Brilliant beams of magical light burst forth from the tip of the wand, striking the venomous snake with devastating force. The snake's body was severely injured, its scales shattered, its flesh mangled, and black blood flowed onto the ground, emitting a foul stench.

Just when everyone thought they could wipe out the venomous snakes in one fell swoop, a sudden change occurred. A thick black mist suddenly appeared on the wounded snakes. This black mist seemed to have a life of its own, quickly enveloping their bodies, condensing and reshaping at the broken wounds, and soon forming a new, harder layer of flesh and scales that protected the snakes' bodies.

Moreover, the black mist also dispelled the binding spell cast by Kingsley Shakir. The snakes, now freed from their restraints, became even more ferocious. One of them suddenly arched its body and leaped up like a compressed spring, pouncing on the nearest Auror.

Caught off guard, the Auror failed to dodge in time, and his arm was grazed by the snake's sharp fangs, drawing blood immediately.

"Not good!" Kingsley Shacklel's expression changed, and he raised his wand again, shouting sharply, "Full Body Bind!"

The magical light shone again, and the venomous snakes that had just regained their mobility were once again firmly controlled and unable to move. But everyone knew that this was only temporary. These venomous snakes, which had been modified by dark magic, possessed extremely strong regenerative abilities and magic resistance. It would be no easy task to completely eliminate them.

The air currents in mid-air had long been torn into chaotic vortices, and the aftershocks of the magical collision made the clouds tremble.

Two figures crisscrossed at high speed in this chaos; just by looking at their clothes, one could tell who was better in this deadly battle.

Dumbledore's robes remained impeccably straight, the hem fluttering slightly in the wind, without a single scratch to be found, as if he were not fighting the most dangerous dark wizard of the time, but simply strolling leisurely in the courtyard.

In contrast, Voldemort's iconic black robes were in a terrible state, the hem torn into charred strips, the edges riddled with burnt holes and slits cut by sharp blades. A gust of wind caused the tattered cloth to flutter wildly, resembling a swarm of black bats clinging to his garment. Voldemort hovered three zhang away, his crimson pupils fixed on Dumbledore, a chilling smile playing on his lips. With a sudden flick of his wrist, several eerie blue cursed blades shot from the tip of his wand. These blades were not ethereal illusions, but solid blades capable of slicing through the air, piercing with a sharp whistling sound as they hurtled straight at Dumbledore's face.

"Albus, are you deaf?" His voice was like ice, carried by the whistling of the cursed blade. "Can't you really hear the screams of those Aurors down there? Or are you so old that you can't even care about the lives of your subordinates?"

Dumbledore's lips were pressed into a straight line, and he didn't utter a single word from beginning to end. The speed at which he flipped his wrist was astonishing, not at all like an old man over a hundred years old. With a light tap of his wand, a glass-colored light shield suddenly unfolded, with ancient runes flowing on its surface.

The moment the cursed blade struck the light shield, it produced a piercing cracking sound. As sparks flew, Dumbledore's wand was already extended, and an invisible shockwave silently rushed towards Voldemort.

A fierce glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes. He made a clenching motion with his hands, and his black robe billowed like a tide, forcefully swallowing the shockwave into a black vortex. He didn't give Dumbledore a chance to catch his breath. He swung his wand again, and an even thicker, dark blue cursed blade tore through the air, its momentum even greater than before.

"Ha." Voldemort's voice was full of mockery, drowning out the shriek of his cursed blade. "The guy who always stands on the moral high ground preaching can now just watch his own people die... You really are becoming more and more like me, Albus!"

Before he finished speaking, a thick gray mist rose around Voldemort. As the mist swirled, his figure blurred into a blur, appearing a second later to Dumbledore's left. His wand was pointed directly at Dumbledore's heart, and his hoarse voice carried a deadly chill: "Avada Kedavra!"

The dark green death ray tore through the air, so fast that there was no way to avoid it. But in that instant, a curtain of water suddenly rose from beneath Dumbledore's feet. The water carried his body, and he slid to the side a few feet like a small boat. Almost simultaneously, the water curtain suddenly froze, and an armor covered with ice crystal patterns burst out of the ground, blocking the path of the death ray.

With a sharp "crack," the ice armor was pierced by the death ray, and shattered ice crystals scattered everywhere. Dumbledore remained silent, his wand drawing a sharp arc in the air. Instantly, a gale arose, not an ordinary airflow, but one carrying fine ice shards that stung the skin.

An invisible wind pressure, like a landslide, pressed down on Voldemort, even blowing away most of the gray mist around him. His black robes fluttered wildly, as if they would be torn to shreds at any moment. Voldemort was forced to retreat repeatedly, and fragments of his black robes were swept away by the gale, revealing his pale wrists. He gritted his teeth and, while retreating, shot out another beam of death light, while simultaneously unleashing a swirling cloud of black mist. Wherever the black mist passed, the air seemed to be corroded, emitting a sizzling sound.

"How..." Voldemort's brows furrowed tightly, his crimson pupils filled with astonishment and doubt. His mind flashed back to the duel from years ago, to how Dumbledore had denounced his atrocities, argued with him, and used every word to refute his fallacies.

But today, from the start of their fight until now, Dumbledore hasn't uttered a single word, only launching increasingly fierce attacks, even precisely interrupting every provocation he makes. His provocations have become increasingly ruthless, from mocking Dumbledore's indifference to implying that the two are essentially the same, and then to using the lives of those Aurors as leverage. Yet Dumbledore remains silent, as silent as a bottomless ancient well.

"This..." A terrible thought arose in his mind. Voldemort suddenly shot out a beam of death light, using the recoil of the spell to widen the distance between himself and Dumbledore once again. Just then, a golden-red flame swept up from below, and the sharp cry of the phoenix Fawkes resounded through the sky.

It spread its wings, and flames surged like a tide towards the surrounding Dementors. The cold, dark figures let out mournful howls in the flames and retreated. Taking advantage of this gap, the water beneath Dumbledore's feet surged again, carrying his body and catching up with Voldemort at an astonishing speed.

This time, he finally spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a barely perceptible hint of mockery: "Tom, are you trying to run away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore raised his wand, and a golden-red chain of light suddenly shot out, crackling with tiny arcs of electricity. As if it possessed its own consciousness, it wrapped around Voldemort's limbs in the blink of an eye, then began to contract inward, causing his black robes to rip under the strain.

Voldemort struggled fiercely, but his gaze involuntarily swept downwards. This glance caused his pupils to contract sharply, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.

The battle on the ground had completely deviated from his expectations. The Death Eaters who had followed him in, as well as the prisoners he had brought out from Azkaban, should have torn the Aurors to shreds with their numerical advantage and ruthless methods.

But now, of the hundreds of people in the group, only a dozen or so are still putting up a last stand. The rest are either lying on the ground convulsing or have already turned into fleeing shadows.

The Aurors, on the other hand, suffered almost no casualties and were advancing their defensive line in an orderly manner, their faces even showing a hint of composure.

Voldemort was well aware of his plans. The potion he gave his minions before the battle would allow them to unleash several times their power in a short period of time. The swarm of giant pythons he summoned could easily tear through armor and drag the Aurors into the mire of death.

But now, the giant pythons are either frozen in place or attacking their own people like madmen, while the Death Eaters who have taken the potion are moving as slowly as marionettes, and their bodies are faintly glowing with the light of the paralyzing spell.

As he struggled to break free of the light chains, he frantically replayed the events of the day in his mind.

Could it be.
That bastard who's being protected by Dumbledore dares to mock him as a suckling baby?!
Damn!

Voldemort no longer hesitated.

He suddenly activated the dark magic energy within his body, causing his black robes to flutter without wind. A thick stream of black energy erupted from the tip of his wand, slamming into the golden-red chain of light that was wrapped around him.

With a deafening roar, the chains of light shattered, scattering into countless points of light. Freed from their restraints, Voldemort immediately raised his wand, aiming it at Dumbledore. His face visibly darkened, and his previously taut muscles rapidly withered, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. This was the price he paid for forcibly activating forbidden magic; to trap Dumbledore, he was willing to sacrifice his own life force.

Dumbledore keenly sensed Voldemort's unusual behavior. His face darkened, and alarm bells rang in his mind. Without hesitation, he immediately waved his wand and launched the first attack. Several magical chains glowing with a fiery red light appeared out of thin air, burning with faint flames and accompanied by a whistling wind. They coiled towards Voldemort from different directions, trying to bind him tightly.

The gray smoke surrounding Voldemort suddenly surged, like boiling black mist, swirling wildly and enveloping his entire body. (End of Chapter)