Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

The incoming red chains collided with the gray smoke and were instantly swallowed by the black mist, disappearing without a trace. Taking advantage of this gap, Voldemort suddenly swung his wand, and a silver light pierced the air, forming a magical cage that shone with a cold silver light. The cage walls were covered with dense dark runes, and with lightning speed, it enveloped Dumbledore and locked him firmly inside.

"die!"

Voldemort's growl was like a roar from the abyss, his scarlet pupils surging with overwhelming killing intent, his body surrounded by billowing gray smoke, and his figure transformed into an extremely fast black lightning bolt, breaking through air resistance and swooping down towards the ground battlefield.

He completely abandoned his entanglement with Dumbledore, focusing all his attention on the boy who had repeatedly thwarted his plans. He moved so fast that he left afterimages, leaving even the sound of the wind far behind him.

On the ground battlefield, Dylan was calmly clearing out the remaining Death Eaters. With a light tap of his wand, each spell was precise, either paralyzing the Death Eaters and causing them to collapse, or directly disintegrating the bloodline energy within them that Voldemort had tampered with. There were no unnecessary movements; everything seemed effortless.

Just then, an unusual sound of wind came from behind him. It was not the flow of natural air, but the sharp sound of a high-speed moving object tearing through the air, mixed with a chilling and sinister aura of dark magic that he was extremely familiar with.

"Hmm?" Dylan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his wrist flicked at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Magical energy surged along his meridians to the tip of his wand. He did not summon any guards, but instead directed his power directly to the ground beneath his feet and the space around him.

A deep incantation escaped his lips, and his wand swiftly traced three intersecting paths across the ground. In an instant, a blinding blue lightning flashed across a ten-meter radius centered on Dylan. Three thick bolts of lightning shot out from the ground, intertwining to form a massive net of lightning, with crackling arcs of electricity flashing at the meshes, and a strong smell of ozone filling the air.

At the same time, subtle ripples appeared in the space around him, forming an invisible spatial barrier that enveloped him.

Almost at the same instant the web of lightning was formed, Voldemort's hoarse, icy incantation exploded in mid-air, carrying a deadly chill: "Avada Kedavra!"

The chilling, dark green light was faster than the spell itself. Before Voldemort could finish speaking, a condensed, almost tangible green plasma shot out from the tip of the wand, its sharp, tearing sound like a cannonball, heading straight for Dylan's face. It was so fast that it was difficult to catch a glimpse of him.

Only then did the Aurors below awaken from their daze. They looked up in horror as the black lightning-like figure broke through the sky and appeared above the battlefield in an instant, while the deadly green light shot rapidly toward Dylan!
All of this happened so suddenly and so fast that the Aurors didn't even have time to react. They could only watch helplessly as Voldemort chanted the deadly spell and the eerie green light streaked across the sky, instantly enveloping Dylan's figure. Their hearts were in their throats.

Previously, the Aurors could only see the visuals from a distance through the hazy green light, and their sense of Voldemort's terror was very limited. But now, with Voldemort personally on the battlefield and casting the Killing Curse at close range, they were able to experience the horror of this dark wizard leader in the most direct way.

The instant the killing curse was unleashed, an extremely cold aura spread out, like an unmelting ice descending from the heavens. The Aurors felt as if their bodies were instantly frozen, their blood almost stopped flowing, their limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and even the thought of raising their wands to retaliate became incredibly difficult.

The green killing light instantly enveloped Dylan's entire body, and the next second, a violent explosion suddenly occurred!
The deafening roar caused the entire island of Azkaban to tremble slightly. The violent energy tore through the surrounding air, forming an invisible shockwave that spread outwards.

Thick black smoke, like a flood bursting its banks, poured out from the center of the explosion with a surging roar, instantly engulfing a large area of ​​the battlefield. Even the distant sea was shaken by this force, causing ripples to spread.

The moment the black smoke rose, Voldemort's crimson pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Given the deadly power of the Killing Curse, if it had hit Dylan directly, he would have been reduced to ashes by now. It would have been impossible for it to cause such a violent explosion. This was clearly caused by the collision between the opponent's magic and the energy of the Killing Curse. Dylan not only blocked the attack, but also used the impact of the explosion to cushion the damage!
If he could dodge the first Killing Curse, could he, like Dumbledore, avoid many more fatal attacks in succession?

How can this be? !
"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!!"

Voldemort's killing intent intensified. Without hesitation, he swung his wand repeatedly, unleashing beams of chilling green light from its tip like a dense rain of arrows, piercing through the black smoke and heading straight for Dylan's location. Each Killing Curse was imbued with his ultimate dark magical energy, its speed and power surpassing even the previous ones.

Several deadly curses disappeared into the thick smoke one after another. The originally black smoke was stained with a terrifying dark green, and from a distance, it looked like a rolling poisonous fog, exuding a deadly aura, completely obscuring Dylan's figure.

At this moment, the wizards watching the battle remotely through the hazy green light were also stunned by Voldemort's sudden action. They simply couldn't imagine what kind of wizard could make Voldemort so prepared, going so far as to unleash several Killing Curses in succession.

In their understanding, Voldemort's Killing Curse was enough to end the life of any wizard except Dumbledore, but the situation before them was clearly beyond everyone's expectations.

As he unleashed the Killing Curse, Voldemort raised his other hand. He swung his arm violently, the dark magical energy within him driving the airflow wildly, creating a howling wind that swept towards the billowing smoke with overwhelming force.

He needed to blow away the smoke to see Dylan's true condition and not give him any chance to catch his breath.

However, the unexpected happened again. The gust of wind collided with the thick smoke, but instead of dispersing it, it thinned it considerably. The originally dense black smoke faded into a hazy gray, still obscuring visibility and making it impossible to see what was happening inside. Even more strangely, the faint crackling of lightning could be heard from within the smoke, as if even more powerful energy was accumulating.

Just as the thick smoke began to thin, a blinding blue light suddenly burst forth from the smoke, its intense brilliance even dimming the lingering dark green of the Killing Curse. Accompanying the burst of light was a low, continuous rumbling sound, like distant thunderclouds gathering power, slowly spreading out with a chilling pressure.

That seemingly ordinary plume of smoke now appeared to have transformed into an energy field containing terrifying power.

An indescribable yet strangely familiar magical fluctuation slowly emerged from the smoke—Dylan's ancient magical energy, more solid and oppressive than before. Voldemort's eyes sharpened instantly; with his keen perception of magical energy, he clearly spotted a rapidly moving figure within the smoke.

Dylan is still alive!

Through the smoke, Dylan's figure gradually became clearer. He was surrounded by even more violent blue lightning, his hair was blown back by the air currents, and his eyes were cold and resolute.

The explosion hadn't hurt him; the spatial barrier had absorbed most of the impact, while the lightning net had dispersed the energy of the Killing Curse.

The island of Azkaban itself is covered with a lot of magical restrictions, one of which is the anti-appearance spell. Originally designed to trap prisoners, these magical restrictions are not only not an obstacle for Dylan, but can actually help him. The island's rich magical energy can provide him with more power for his magic.

Amidst the billowing smoke of the battlefield, several dark green death curses came one after another, aimed directly at Dylan. In this perilous moment, Dylan remained calm, closed his eyes, his breathing instantly became steady, his mental energy was highly concentrated, the noise and energy fluctuations of the outside world were amplified infinitely, and his mind was completely clear.

At the same time, even in the thick black smoke, he could see his surroundings clearly. Moreover, his soul power spread out in all directions like invisible tentacles, capturing every subtle fluctuation of magical energy. Voldemort's dark energy, the deadly aura of the Killing Curse, and even the lingering lightning in the air were all clearly presented in his perception, giving him a complete understanding of the battlefield situation.

"I want the Thunder to charge for me."

Dylan tapped his wand.

In an instant, the earth beneath the thick smoke trembled violently, and two thick blue bolts of lightning erupted from the ground, coalescing in the air to form two thunder knights several meters tall. The knights' bodies were composed of leaping lightning, with crackling arcs of electricity on their armor. They held lightning battle blades that gleamed with a cold light in their hands, and their bodies exuded a chilling pressure.

Like loyal guardians, they stood before Dylan, their blades flashing as they shattered the two incoming Killing Curses. Lightning and dark energy collided, sparks flying. Taking advantage of the Thunder Knight's momentary distraction, Dylan's figure blurred into a white afterimage, moving faster than the limits of visual perception. He teleported out of the thick smoke, landing steadily a few meters away on the open ground. Having already locked onto Voldemort's location through his spiritual senses, Dylan didn't hesitate. He lightly tapped his wand forward, instantly channeling the energy he had accumulated into its tip.

"I want this person to be bound."

The curse erupted with a deafening roar.

Voldemort's eyes widened, his crimson pupils filled with disbelief. In all his years, he had never seen such a spell, and one that made him feel so strongly threatened!

The power contained within that force made him instinctively wary.

The moment the sense of threat arose, Voldemort reacted immediately and unhesitatingly recited the universal antidote. However, this antidote, imbued with dark energy, was like a stone thrown into the sea when it collided with Dylan's magic; it was instantly swallowed up by the power of lightning and had no effect whatsoever.

An invisible force suddenly descended, firmly binding Voldemort's body. Then, this force slowly exerted its power, lifting his body upwards and gradually away from the ground. Voldemort instinctively tried to struggle, but found that his body was as if filled with lead, and he could not move at all.

An absurd and humiliating image suddenly flashed through his mind.

He was lifted high into the air, looking as pathetic as those helpless Muggles!
"Dylan!" Voldemort's heart surged with boundless rage, his scarlet pupils almost dripping blood, and the gray smoke around him instantly surged, like boiling black mist, frantically impacting the invisible binding force. The dark energy contained in the gray smoke grew more and more concentrated, constantly crashing against the binding barrier, emitting dull sounds.

A moment later, a soft "crack" was heard, and the binding force was forcibly broken by the gray smoke. Voldemort's body regained its freedom and landed steadily on the ground, his black robes billowing violently with rage.

"Avada Kedavra!"

His tone was icy cold, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Without the slightest hesitation, he thrust his wand forward, and a dark green Killing Curse, faster and more concentrated than before, shot out from the tip of the wand with a sharp sound that tore through the air. Almost instantly, it crossed the distance between the two of them and headed straight for Dylan's face.

This deadly curse embodies his extreme anger and dark energy, achieving unprecedented speed and power.

Faced with this deadly green light that was moving at an extreme speed, Dylan had anticipated it. The pulsating electricity around him suddenly became agitated, and the blue arcs of electricity surged and intertwined wildly, instantly bursting into a white light so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it, completely engulfing his entire figure.

The white light was incredibly bright, causing everyone on the battlefield to instinctively squint. Enveloping Dylan's figure, the light transformed into a straight white afterimage, and he unleashed magic once more, at a speed exceeding everyone's expectations.

Just as the Death Curse was about to touch his face, his figure shifted to the side like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the deadly green light. The chilling aura of the Death Curse brushed against the hem of his clothes, and he was already several meters away, standing tall and without the slightest trace of dishevelment.

Whether they were the Aurors at the heart of the battlefield or those watching remotely through the hazy green light, they all gasped in shock the moment they saw this scene, their faces filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible?" an Auror muttered unconsciously, his voice filled with barely suppressed shock. "He managed to withstand Voldemort's dense Killing Curses for so long, and even dodged them time and time again!"

“Incredible…” Another Auror gripped his wand tightly, his eyes filled with awe. “Even Dumbledore needed various methods to break the Killing Curse, but he evaded it with sheer speed and even counterattacked to suppress Voldemort. He…”

The spectators were filled with shock; everyone was stunned by what they were seeing.

In their understanding, apart from Dumbledore, no wizard could withstand so many rounds of Voldemort's Killing Curse.

Not to mention taking the initiative to fight back!
Dylan's performance completely overturned their understanding of magical power, leaving them with only deep shock and disbelief.

On the battlefield, Voldemort's brows furrowed tightly, his crimson pupils filled with disbelief and ferocity. He never expected Dylan to be so fast, nor did he expect that his opponent could dodge his long-prepared Killing Curse with such pure agility.

The dazzling white light streaked across Voldemort's side in a smooth arc, accompanied by a whistling sound. Several meters behind him, the light slowly dissipated, turning into countless tiny specks of light that gradually disappeared into the air like stars, leaving only a few streaks of blue lightning, like nimble little snakes, winding and slithering around Dylan, not yet completely gone.

Dylan steadied himself and, without pausing, immediately raised his wand, pointing it precisely at Voldemort in mid-air.

"I want him to be bound by gravity."

The moment the spell was cast, Voldemort's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and every hair on his body stood on end. He could clearly feel an indescribable magical power enveloping his entire body once again. This power was more solid and oppressive than the previous magic, like an invisible shackle that prevented him from using any magic to resist.

All of this happened so suddenly, so fast that Voldemort didn't even have time to think about struggling. The invisible magical force was like a giant hand, forcefully lifting his body upwards. The speed increased faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it carried him to a height of tens of meters.

He only felt a very brief upward lift. The next second, the direction of the magical power suddenly changed, and a strong sense of weightlessness instantly swept over his body. He heard the whistling wind in his ears, the sound of the air being torn apart at high speed.

His body was as if it were being pulled hard by an invisible rope, and he was slammed toward the ground at a speed several times faster than when he was rising.

If Dylan's figure just now was a shooting star streaking across the sky, then Voldemort at this moment is an out-of-control meteorite, crashing into the ground with a world-destroying force.

"boom--!"

A deep, thunderous roar exploded on the ground, causing the entire island of Azkaban to tremble violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred. Where Voldemort fell, the ground instantly collapsed, forming a huge crater. Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly outwards from the crater, extending for tens of meters. Wherever they passed, stone slabs shattered and reefs crumbled.

Dust billowed into the sky like a mushroom cloud, obscuring the sun.

The powerful shockwave from the fall spread outwards, scattering debris and mud across the battlefield. Many of the nearby mutated prisoners and Death Eaters were thrown into the air by the shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.

Even the Aurors in the distance felt the ground tremble and the impact of the air currents, and were forced to instinctively take a few steps back to steady themselves. (End of Chapter)