Hogwarts: Lacus doesn't want to be a witch who destroys nations.

Chapter 101 The Unforgivable Curse and Confession

A nest of rats, intended as a spellcasting instruction manual for Karl, was left to roam freely in the warehouse.

"Avada Kedavra." Karl calmly uttered this spell, which was enough to strike fear into the hearts of most wizards, as if he were just reciting an insignificant word.

"The Killing Curse requires immense magical power as a foundation, but even more important is willpower—a pure will to kill, not anger, not hatred, not even disgust, but simply the absolute conviction that you should die."

He casually pointed to a gray rat gnawing on rotten wood in the corner of the barn.

A beam of green light shot out from the tip of the staff, and the rat instantly froze, falling down silently without a scratch.

"Crush the Bone." This time, the tip of his wand flashed with an ominous, pale white light.

"The curse of extreme pain, its power comes from the pleasure the caster derives from it. The more you enjoy the other person's pain, the more you revel in the pleasure of controlling the life and death of others, the stronger its power becomes."

He used a levitation spell to lift another mouse into the air.

A sickening "snap" sound rang out, and the mouse's body began to twist and twitch against its own physiology, emitting a sharp, almost inaudible screech. A few seconds later, its eyes bulged out, and it fell completely silent.

"The soul leaves the body." Karl's voice became deep and seductive.

"The most ingenious, and also the most dangerous, requires absolute confidence and a desire for control. You must firmly believe that your will is superior to the other's, that your commands are beyond question, and that your thoughts can perfectly cover and replace the other's thoughts. The slightest hesitation or pity will cause the spell to fail."

The other mouse, which he controlled, staggered to its feet like a drunkard and began frantically banging its head against the wooden post next to it until it was bleeding profusely and on the verge of death.

"Dark magic, especially the Unforgivable Curse, is never a contest of skill, but a battle of wills."

Karl put away his wand and looked at Lux. "Magic is just fuel. What truly drives them is emotion, intense, pure, and extreme emotional power."

He gestured for Lux to try.

Lux took a deep breath and raised her wand. This time, she didn't bother to stir up any evil emotions at all. She simply pointed calmly at another rat: "Crucible."

The Unforgivable Curse is still within the scope of the curse, and the abilities granted to her by the system remain effective.

The rat didn't even utter a sound before it froze instantly, tiny beads of blood seeping from its body, and it fell silent.

The damage dealt by the Heart-Piercing Curse is: 23 (base damage) + 0 (emotional bonus) + 68 (spell power bonus) = 91/s.

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For the first time, Grindelwald's usually calm face revealed genuine, undisguised surprise.

"Interesting—" he muttered to himself, "Completely devoid of any corresponding emotional fluctuations, pure and efficient magic output." His gaze toward Lux ​​changed considerably.

Lux ignored his scrutiny and, seizing the opportunity, followed suit.

"The soul leaves the body."

The spell hit the mouse, and the system notified her that she had gained control. She thought, "Let's do a tap dance on the spot," and the mouse actually started clumsily flailing its limbs.

"A powerful will to dominate, viewing all beings as puppets, yet completely devoid of your emotions," Karl commented, his gaze fixed on Lux, filled with scrutiny and a burning interest.

"Perhaps I have some special talent?" Lux replied dismissively.

Of course, a cheat program produced by the system will work.

Finally, the grand finale: Avada Kedavra.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A condensed emerald green beam shot out from the tip of her staff, and the last rat froze on the spot.

[Killing Curse deals 133 (base) + 10 (emotional bonus) + 168 (ability power bonus) = 311 damage]

[The host has successfully mastered and released Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus Curse, and Astral Projection.]

[Achievement unlocked: Darkness, so very dark! Darkness value +3]

[Achievement Reward: Random Passive Skill - One Witch Terrifies the Grass Man]

【Scarecrow: The host can consume 100 mana to create a static scarecrow with the host's hand-drawn portrait affixed to it, which lasts for 1 hour (up to 2 can exist at the same time). When an enemy unit enters within 10 meters of the scarecrow, it will emit a sinister roar and provide vision of the area (can be viewed on the minimap).

The scarecrow cannot be moved and can be destroyed.

Lux stared at the bizarre scarecrow icon on the system panel, its head bearing her crying-laughing face, and her lips twitched wildly.

"No way—System, what's wrong with you? One scary box after another, another scarecrow? Can't I have a more positive skill? What about my bright and noble image?!" she mentally complained.

Grindelwald looked at Lux's conflicted yet disgusted expression and suddenly chuckled: "A perfect killing curse carries no killing intent; a standard Crucifixion curse shows no pleasure; a precise Imperius curse has no desire for control."

"Lux, I have to admit, your talent in dark magic is uniquely amazing. You were born to cast these spells efficiently; you're a natural-born dark wizard."

Lux: "————Thank you for the compliment?" She wasn't happy at all.

Over the next few days, Grindelwald seemed to lose most of his interest in teaching Lux, since she was learning too fast, making it difficult for Karl to feel any sense of accomplishment as a teacher. But Lux was happy, as she could get a bunch of Karl's spells for free every day, in addition to dealing with Eve's daily routine.

As for learning only black magic?

Please, Miss Lux doesn't care. All magic, whether black or white, has to become Miss Lux's experience points.

Carl continued their journey, and when they took the train from Kazan back to Moscow, Lux saw Red Square through the window, surrounded by invisible magical barriers, and wizards with illusion spells patrolling the spires of the Kremlin.

Eve looked out the window and suddenly said, "I think I've been here before; there were lots of colorful domes there."

“That’s St. Basil’s Cathedral,” Karl said. “A landmark of Moscow, a place Muggles and wizards love to visit.”

"Why did we come back?"

Karl straightened his collar and gazed into the distance. "It seems that our Director Chevanov is more efficient than I expected."

He said softly, a cold smile curving his lips, "It's time to go back and see how much of what was useful from that fire I started."

Lux's heart leaped into her throat.

Another trip to the Ministry of Magic? Again?!

Just as Lux was about to retort, she and Eve both suddenly looked up and gazed in a certain direction in the city of Moscow.

A strong feeling of being called from the depths of my soul rose up, like an invisible fishing line being pulled.

[Strong energy fluctuations from unrecorded runes detected. Note that highly active runes attract each other.]

Almost simultaneously, Karl also turned around abruptly, his gaze fixed in the same direction.

He clearly sensed the unusual power fluctuation as well. A hint of surprise flashed across his face, which then turned into a light of near-enlightenment.

He strode back to Lux, placed his hands on her shoulders, and stared at her intently. The frivolous and slick demeanor he had been feigning completely vanished, leaving only an almost prophetic fervor and certainty.

"You felt it, didn't you? That calling—" He lowered his voice, each word carrying a heavy weight, "I crossed borders not just to escape capture, Lux. I was guided, a premonition from beyond our time guided me here. It told me that the spindles of destiny meet here, and the key—"

His gaze was intense. "It's on you."

He released one hand, pointing to the source of the invisible fluctuation in the city center: "Now, it's right there, and you, Lux, you're the key to finding it. Tell me, you know what it is, right? That kind of—"

An ancient force powerful enough to reshape the world?

Lux's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.

Do the Sorcerers really have such powerful wizards besides Grindelwald, who can even sense runes?

Dumbledore had absolutely no chance of winning against two wizards of equal caliber.

Lux had a bold idea pop into her head.

"You're Grindelwald, aren't you?"