Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

They never expected that such a raging fire, capable of melting even boulders, would be completely ineffective against Dylan.

What shocked them even more was that Dylan not only withstood the attack of the Fiery Blaze, but also managed to use this domineering dark magic energy for his own purposes, transforming it into his own power and condensing it into such a magnificent Fiery Eagle!
Among the crowd, some elderly wizards, upon witnessing this scene, displayed an extremely complex expression in their eyes, a mixture of disbelief, deep fear, and a trace of distant reminiscence.

They desperately dug into those fragments long buried deep in their memories, and a name that once tried to overturn the magical world and stir up trouble gradually emerged in their minds—Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald in his prime also possessed the ability to manipulate powerful magical energy and turn the rotten into the magical. The talent and power that Dylan is displaying now bear a striking resemblance to Grindelwald's back then, which makes them feel uneasy and wary.

It was after that stirring speech by Gellert Grindelwald that the terrible fire was set on Père Lachaise Cemetery.

The raging fire spread with unparalleled speed, scorching and devouring everything in its path. Had it not been for Nicolas Flamel, Tina Goldstein, the Scamander brothers, and others arriving in time and joining forces to stop it, the catastrophe would likely have first burned down the entire city of Paris, and then spread to all parts of the world, bringing annihilation to both the wizarding and Muggle worlds!
"Albus... what skills did you teach that child?"

In just a few short years, Dylan has grown to such an extent.

Not only were the people watching from afar incredulous, but Voldemort, who was on the battlefield, was also enveloped in immense astonishment.

Dylan certainly has a talent far beyond his peers, but how many years has he been exposed to magic?
There's still quite a while until graduation!
In Voldemort's original plan, even if Dylan progressed rapidly, his magical skill and understanding of magic upon graduation would at most reach the level of a top Auror, far from posing a threat to him.

But the reality before him completely overturned his understanding. Through the transfer of control over Fiendfire, he could clearly sense the depth of Dylan's understanding of Fiendfire—in the realm of dark magic alone, Dylan's mastery had already surpassed his own!

This was something Voldemort found incomprehensible, even somewhat unacceptable.

How can this be? ! !

How could he understand Li Huo better than I do!
But the facts were right before his eyes: Fiend had turned silver-blue, changed from a violent and disorderly state to one that could be controlled at will, and transformed from a weapon that attacked him into a force that protected him. This series of changes clearly proved that control had changed hands. He truly felt that the connection between himself and Fiend had been completely severed, and in its place was Dylan's absolute control over Fiend.

Furthermore, during the transfer of control of Fiendfire, he did not sense any unusual or unknown magical interference; it was purely Dylan's understanding of Fiendfire's nature that allowed him to forcibly seize control.

This left him unable to excuse himself with the claim of unknown magic, forcing him to admit a fact he found extremely difficult to accept—Dylan's understanding of Fiendfire magic was deeper and more thorough than his own!
How did he manage to do that? How could a young student have such a profound understanding of Fiendfire, a spell that even veteran dark wizards struggle to fully control?
Voldemort's heart was filled with overwhelming doubt and rage. His scarlet pupils were fixed on the fiery eagle high in the sky, his eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of secret fear.

Voldemort's extreme astonishment at Dylan rapidly fermented and twisted in his heart, eventually transforming into a deep-seated hatred for Dylan and a century-old resentment towards Dumbledore. This hatred, like the Fiendfire he controlled, burned wildly in his chest, almost burning away his reason.

He suffered cold looks and exclusion in the Muggle orphanage from a young age, while Dylan grew up rapidly under the guidance of all the professors.

They both entered the gates of Hogwarts, but from the moment they enrolled, Dumbledore's attitude towards the two of them was vastly different! This difference was like a poisonous thorn, deeply embedded in Voldemort's heart.

He still remembers that when he entered Hogwarts, he was exceptionally talented and showed an overwhelming ability to surpass his peers in almost all subjects. He was at the top of his class in Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and so on, and was highly appreciated and valued by the professors.

Even so, Dumbledore's gaze towards him was always filled with omnipresent vigilance and suspicion, as if he were born with the mark of evil. No matter how hard he tried to prove himself or how he tried to integrate into the school, Dumbledore always kept a distant distance from him, and that invisible barrier never dissipated.

In Dumbledore's eyes, any magic he cast seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of dark magic, and his normal interactions with his classmates were seen by Dumbledore as plotting evil schemes.

Especially in the "Heir to the Chamber of Secrets" incident, even though Hagrid had already been arrested as the murderer, Dumbledore still wouldn't let him go, and the suspicion in his eyes never lessened in the slightest, as if he was convinced that Hagrid was the real culprit.

Later, after completing his studies, he eagerly wanted to return to Hogwarts to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and pass on his knowledge to the next generation of wizards. However, Dumbledore, who had become the headmaster, firmly rejected his application without any room for negotiation.

What he found even more intolerable was that Dumbledore's reason for refusing him was a small incident from when he first entered Hogwarts—he had set fire to the wardrobe to scare a few classmates who had provoked him in order to protect himself. Years later, Dumbledore still used this incident as an excuse to completely shut him out of the gates of Hogwarts.

He has remembered this humiliation and resentment for so many years and has never forgotten it!
Dumbledore, however, treated Dylan with a completely different attitude—unconditional tolerance and omnipresent favoritism!
He even made him a damn outstanding young wizard!

ridiculous!

Thinking this, Voldemort's crimson eyes blazed with even greater fury. He was almost certain that Dylan's profound understanding of Fiendfire, far surpassing his own mastery, was undoubtedly the result of Dumbledore's meticulous tutelage. Could there be anything more absurd and laughable than this: a hypocrite who constantly proclaimed "dark magic is evil" and touted himself as righteous, secretly teaching a student how to control such a terrifying dark magic as Fiendfire? This was blatant double standards! This was the root of his hatred for Dumbledore! Dumbledore had disguised his selfishness and prejudice as noble justice, pushing him into darkness while pampering Dylan, giving him boundless indulgence and support!
This injustice, like the most potent poison, eroded his reason.

At this moment, the silver-blue fire eagle controlled by Dylan was already close at hand, and the scorching heat was so intense that it almost set his black robes ablaze again. Voldemort's eyes flickered, his face was filled with ferocious anger, and the anger and hatred in his heart intertwined to form a violent force.

He knew very well that if he hadn't risked his own life force to use forbidden magic to temporarily trap Dumbledore, the situation in this battle would never have been like this.

Given Dumbledore's bias towards Dylan, he will inevitably join forces with Dylan, at which point Dumbledore will truly be in dire straits.

Even so, the threat posed by Dylan and Dumbledore's double standards over the years still brought his hatred to its peak.

Even if he temporarily trapped Dumbledore, facing Dylan who had not yet graduated from Hogwarts, he was merely "in an advantageous position," which in itself meant that he had already lost miserably.

He lost this one-on-one duel without any dignity. Tonight's operation, which he had planned for months and intended to overturn the order of the magical world in one fell swoop, also failed completely. More than half of the Death Eaters were lost, the dark magic Serpent was used against him, and even he himself was forced into such a situation by a teenager.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to kill Dylan at all costs!
Only by ending the boy's life with his own hands could he vent the overwhelming hatred pent up in his heart, and it could also be considered the most ruthless counterattack against Dumbledore's hypocritical favoritism. Thinking of this, Voldemort's body turned as pale as paper at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the aura around him became erratic.

The snake scales on his face quickly faded, and the vertical lines in his pupils gradually disappeared. His ferocious snake face instantly transformed back into Tom Riddle's youthful appearance, his handsome face now filled with a sinister and insane look that belied his age. The transformation was incredibly fast; almost the instant his breathing stabilized, he took a deep breath, straightened his arm, and thrust his wand forward with clean and decisive movements.

A highly condensed, dark purple light shot out from the tip of the wand, faster than any previous attack, and collided directly with the silver-blue fire phoenix that was right next to it. To everyone's horror, the fierce fire phoenix, which was powerful enough to incinerate boulders, seemed to have hit an invisible barrier the moment it touched this light, and could no longer move forward even an inch.

Moreover, the dark purple light released a powerful counterforce, causing the fire phoenix's silver-blue flames to sway violently, its body to retreat at a visible speed, and its originally outstretched wings to be forced to fold.

"You brat! Die!" Voldemort roared, his wrist lashing out violently. The wisp of dark purple light, like a whip, traced a strange wave in the air before striking the Flame Phoenix's body. A muffled explosion rang out, and silver-blue flames scattered in all directions. The Flame Phoenix was indeed sent flying backward by the blow, turning into a shower of sparks and temporarily losing its ability to attack.

A ruthless glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes, and he immediately began chanting the Killing Curse: "Avatar..."

A chilling, dark green light had already gathered at the tip of the wand, and a deadly aura once again filled the air. But at this critical moment, a strong sense of suffocation suddenly rushed over him, and the icy, bone-chilling seawater unexpectedly flooded into his mouth and nasal cavity, causing the second half of his spell to get stuck in his throat, making him unable to utter a sound.

It's Dumbledore!
Voldemort's mind cleared instantly. He would never mistake the magical fluctuations he had experienced when fighting Dumbledore earlier. The magic that was binding him now was none other than Dumbledore's magic! He struggled desperately, but his body was firmly bound by an invisible force. The seawater enveloped him as if it were a tangible substance, pressing against his chest and making it incredibly difficult for him to breathe.

The thought that he had paid a huge price to temporarily imprison Dumbledore, only to have the latter break free so quickly and imprison him in return, fueled Voldemort's hatred to its peak once more. However, his magic was also temporarily depleted, making it extremely difficult for him to break free from the control of this water prison.

His mind raced, frantically searching for a way to break free of control. No matter the cost, he had to kill Dylan! All his previous plans were now irrelevant; the boy's life was his only obsession.

"Tom, don't even think about hurting this good boy!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Dumbledore stood solemnly, his gaze fixed on Voldemort, who was imprisoned in the water prison, like that of a hawk. His left hand held his wand firmly, while his right hand was clenched into a fist, as if grasping an invisible crystal ball. It was this gesture that controlled the enormous water prison.

The water prison was a semi-transparent sphere with a surface like flowing frosted glass, through which Voldemort's struggling figure could be vaguely seen. The seawater inside the prison churned violently, constantly impacting Voldemort's body and suppressing his magical energy.

Dumbledore dared not let his guard down for a moment. He knew very well Voldemort's cunning and tenacity, and that the slightest carelessness could allow him to escape. While keeping a firm grip on the water prison, Dumbledore spared a glance at Dylan, a glance that contained no other action.

Dylan understood perfectly. Dumbledore wanted him to take action and completely destroy Voldemort's physical body. He knew very well that Voldemort had created multiple Horcruxes. As long as the Horcruxes remained, he could not be truly destroyed. Even if his physical body was destroyed, he could still rely on his remnant soul to find a chance to be reborn.

But during his brief standoff with Voldemort, he keenly sensed the almost insane rage in the other's eyes. Knowing Voldemort as he did, he knew that in this state, the other was likely to do something crazy like taking everyone down with him. To avoid any further unforeseen events, destroying Voldemort's physical body was undoubtedly the best option at this moment. Moreover, Dylan knew that Voldemort would not let the matter rest after this failed operation.

He now possesses his own secret base and a capable assistant like Barty Crouch Jr., so recreating a physical body wouldn't be difficult. However, Dylan doesn't seem to care. (End of Chapter)