Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Dylan did not slow down his attack at all, his eyes fixed on Voldemort, who was surrounded by gray smoke at the bottom of the pit, and his wand pointed unhesitatingly at the churning air above the pit.

"Summon the Thunder Guardians!" he commanded in a deep voice, his wrist suddenly pressing down, and several dazzling silver-blue bolts of lightning shot out from the tip of his wand.

The stray lightning in the air was drawn by the magic wand and rapidly coalesced into three tall figures, each clad in heavy armor crackling with electric arcs and wielding a long spear imbued with lightning—these were the Thunder Knights.

As soon as they took shape, they all swooped down towards the bottom of the pit, the lightning at the tip of their spears growing ever brighter, pointing directly at the gray smoke where Voldemort was, clearly intending to launch a close-range surprise attack.

However, just as the Thunder Knights were about to touch the gray smoke, the mist around Voldemort suddenly surged violently, and dark magical energy spread out from it, wrapping around the knights' armor. The originally sturdy lightning armor began to crack, the crackling electric arcs weakened, and the knights' upright figures twisted and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The heavy armor gradually crumbled into tiny specks of light, the lightning on the spears went out, and in their place were thick, muscular bodies. The knights were completely reshaped and turned into dozens of dark purple venomous snakes.

These venomous snakes had scales that gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and their bellies revealed faint, dark patterns. They constantly flicked their forked, venomous tongues, emitting a pungent, putrid stench that made one dizzy even before they got close.

The venomous snake split into several groups in mid-air, swooping down on Dylan in a fan shape. The air currents it created as it moved carried venom, and the grass on the ground withered instantly upon contact with these currents.

Dylan remained calm, showing no sign of panic. He knew that Voldemort's shapeshifting magic was extremely unpredictable, and he had to seize the initiative.

He quickly scanned the snake's attack trajectory, slightly raised his left hand, and instantly unleashed a dense burst of silver blade energy from the tip of his wand—not just one, but dozens—spreading out in a fan shape, sweeping out with a sharp whistling sound.

Before the venomous snakes could make a sound, they were sliced ​​into pieces by the blade's energy. Dark purple blood and broken scales scattered everywhere, corroding small pits on the ground.

The front row of venomous snakes was completely defeated, but the silver blade energy did not dissipate. Instead, under Dylan's control, it suddenly accelerated, transforming into countless tiny light blades that swept towards the remaining venomous snakes. In the blink of an eye, more venomous snakes were torn apart by the light blades, and their broken shells fell to the ground. Dylan did not pause for a moment. He flipped his wrist and flicked his wand sharply towards the pit.

A powerful whirlwind suddenly formed, sweeping up the remains of the venomous snakes from the ground, carrying with it the lingering poisonous mist, and crashing straight towards Voldemort, who had just emerged from the pit. Voldemort's gray smoke instinctively surged forward, trying to block the sudden impact, but the broken snake bodies were already upon him.

Just then, Dylan changed his hand gesture again, and a blazing red light shone from the tip of his wand, with dark gold patterns swirling within it. This light, mixed with ancient magical energy, quickly flew out, attached itself to one of the snake's bodies, and then seeped in like vines.

For the first time, Voldemort's eyes showed a noticeable fluctuation. He could clearly feel that this magical energy was not only eroding the remains of the snake's body, but also forcibly stripping away the transformation magic power he had previously injected into it. The snake's body, invaded by the light, began to tremble violently, its scales rose up one after another, and its flesh expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, before exploding in the next second.

The explosion was like a signal. The mangled snake bodies that were swept up by the whirlwind exploded one after another, and a series of blazing flames lit up, forming a dazzling sea of ​​fire that completely engulfed Voldemort's entire figure. The shockwave from the explosion spread in all directions, cracking the ground and burning away the poisonous mist in the air, leaving only a pungent, burnt smell.

The Aurors fighting on the front lines witnessed this scene with disbelief on their faces, while the wizards watching from afar were speechless for a long time.

In their initial expectations, the duel was a foregone conclusion. Voldemort's power was already widely recognized, and Dylan would most likely suffer a one-sided defeat against him, possibly even dying on the spot.

But no one expected that the duel would develop in the completely opposite direction. Dylan, with his strange but extremely powerful magic, gradually gained the upper hand and forced Voldemort into such a dangerous situation. This reversal shocked all the spectators.

Voldemort, the most dangerous and terrifying dark wizard in history, was being completely suppressed by a young wizard and was even at a clear disadvantage. This sight shocked all the witnesses!

Voldemort's earth-shattering duel with Dumbledore had already demonstrated his terror to the entire wizarding world. The dark magic he displayed with every move made everyone deeply understand just how devastating the power of a so-called "top wizard" truly was.

But no one could have imagined that such a figure, standing at the pinnacle of dark magic, would be forced into such a predicament by a seemingly young opponent, with the rhythm of offense and defense completely controlled by the opponent, leaving him with very few chances to catch his breath!

While the remote spectators were still reeling from the shock and discussion, the explosions on the island of Azkaban continued.

The power of Dylan's magic far exceeded expectations; the blazing flames surged and rolled, and the entire island trembled violently, on the verge of collapsing.

"Dylan, die!"

Voldemort's roar exploded from the depths of the sea of ​​fire, filled with boundless rage and killing intent. What was terrifying was that the raging flames, under his control, began to rapidly recede, as if drawn by an invisible force, spinning and condensing into a huge vortex of fire.

The vortex spun faster and faster, the color of the flames gradually changing from fiery red to ghostly blue, and finally condensing into an incredibly thick and powerful fire serpent. The serpent's body was covered with burning scales, and with each wriggle, it dripped scalding sparks. The high temperature emanating from its body caused the surrounding air to distort.

The moment the Fiery Serpent took shape, Voldemort's figure emerged from the flames. He looked extremely disheveled; his once smooth, black robes were burned with countless holes, some still emitting black smoke, and his exposed skin was charred black, with some areas even showing signs of burns and ulceration.

He could no longer maintain his usual cold and calm demeanor. The bulging veins spread from his neck to his jaw, his eyes were bloodshot, and the wrinkles on his face were twisted with extreme anger, making him look particularly cruel and ferocious.

The fiery serpent opened its blood-red maw, flames surging and leaping between its sharp fangs, its breath carrying a scorching heat capable of burning everything.

Voldemort swung his wand down sharply, uttering a low command. The Fiery Serpent immediately followed the direction indicated by the wand, and with a deafening roar, it viciously pounced towards Dylan.

Almost at the same instant the Fiery Serpent moved, the entire island of Azkaban experienced a truly violent tremor, as if a powerful earthquake had occurred.

The ground cracked open, and several massive boulders, each weighing thousands of kilograms, burst forth from the earth, rapidly converging on Dylan's location with a howling wind.

These massive boulders, their surfaces covered in sharp edges, resembled meticulously controlled battering rams, instantly blocking Dylan's retreat. The Aurors who had initially tried to join him to provide support were forced to retreat hastily.

The impact of the falling boulder was too tremendous; a slight misstep could result in being smashed into a bloody pulp. They could only dodge the flying debris while anxiously watching Dylan, who was trapped, but they couldn't get close at all.

Within seconds, more and more boulders rose from the ground, encircling Dylan in circles, forming an impenetrable stone wall cage that trapped him in the center.

Voldemort clearly intended to use this method to limit the lightning power flashing around Dylan, compress his escape space, and leave him nowhere to run.

Just as the boulders formed a complete encirclement, the fiery serpent had already rushed in front of Dylan.

Voldemort's Fiendfire, personally controlled by him, was far more powerful than that of an ordinary dark wizard, and its scorching temperature even caused the temperature on the entire island of Azkaban to rise significantly.

The fiery serpent, its thick body undulating, suddenly lunged forward, its head snapping out of the air with an aura of utter destruction. The extreme heat emanating from its body not only distorted the surrounding air, but also caused Dylan's body to momentarily twist in the intense heat just as its fangs were about to touch him, as if he would be completely devoured in the next second.

As the giant, fiery, azure serpent lunged at Dylan with an aura of utter destruction, those watching the battle through the swirling green light couldn't help but shake their heads, their faces filled with regret and despair.

No one expected that Voldemort's counterattack would be so swift and so domineering.

Dylan's previous amazing performance in dodging the Killing Curse had given them hope, but now, with the boulders surrounding the city and all escape routes blocked, Dylan was trapped in the center with no room to dodge.

Fiendfyre is inherently difficult to control, let alone Fiendfyre personally manipulated by Voldemort. Its wide range and high temperature make it impossible to resist.

Many perceptive wizards have already subconsciously imagined what would happen next.

Extreme pain will surely appear on Dylan's face. Even if he tries his best to swing his wand to resist, he will eventually be unable to withstand the Fiendfire and will eventually turn to ashes in the flames.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. They all turned their heads away, unwilling to witness this rising star fall, and let out long sighs in unison.

"What a pity..." someone murmured. "If he had been given a few more years to grow, he would surely have become a top wizard on par with Dumbledore. It's just a pity..."

“Yes, even Dumbledore would probably have a hard time escaping unscathed in such a desperate situation,” another person chimed in, his tone full of helplessness.

Just when everyone thought Dylan was doomed, a strange brightness was suddenly caught in the corner of their eye—the raging fire that had engulfed Dylan was faintly emitting a silver-blue light, completely different from the raging fire, with a cold yet intense texture.

Is it...

An unbelievable thought arose in everyone's minds. They could no longer contain themselves and eagerly turned around, their eyes fixed on the rolling flames, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

The fiery serpent slammed into Dylan, its massive body instantly engulfing him.

The countless boulders surrounding it now resembled a giant, airtight cage, within which the fiery serpent roamed and writhed, filling every crevice like a raging torrent.

The fiery flames collided violently with the solid ground, causing the entire island to tremble violently once again. Centered on Dylan, the ground cracked with intricate, spiderweb-like patterns that continued to expand and spread, emitting a crackling and splintering sound.

Moreover, wherever the fiery serpent passed, the incredibly hard boulders began to soften and melt in the high temperature, with crimson magma gradually flowing down their surfaces, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound and emitting large amounts of white smoke.

In a short time, the entire island of Azkaban was bathed in the color of Fiendfire, a vibrant orange-red everywhere you looked, the air thick with the scorching heat and the smell of sulfur, like a real hell, making people uneasy.

However, just as the power of the Fiery Blaze reached its peak, seemingly about to burn everything to ashes, a sudden change occurred!
The raging flames suddenly began to change color, gradually turning into a chilling silver-blue. The temperature remained scorching, but it gained a more orderly rhythm, no longer as violent and chaotic as before.

Immediately afterwards, Dylan's figure emerged from the silver-blue flames. He still held his wand, his posture upright, his face showing no sign of panic, his eyes firm and sharp, as if he were not in dire straits, but rather directing a grand magical ritual.

Under his control, the silver-blue flames retreated outwards from him, then rapidly rose to form a ring of fire, keeping the boulders that had not yet completely melted out.

Dylan strained his wrist, gripped his wand, and jerked it upwards. The silver-blue flames immediately surged upwards along the wand's trajectory, as if imbued with life, rising and surging towards the higher sky.

The shape of the flames also changed constantly, no longer a rampant wall of fire, but gradually condensed and shaped, eventually transforming into a pair of incredibly broad wings of flame.

Its wingspan was over ten meters, and each feather was made of silver-blue flames, shimmering with a cold luster.

With the flapping of its wings, a sharp beak and powerful claws materialized from the flames, and a magnificent silver-blue fire phoenix was born from the fire. It flapped its huge wings, circled in the sky, and let out a loud cry that pierced through the crackling flames and echoed throughout the entire island.

Those who were concerned about Dylan's life or death were speechless with disbelief upon witnessing this scene; their faces were filled with shock. (End of Chapter)