Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"Astoria, you ask what I've been busy with? This is the answer! For the glory of the Greengrass family! For a greater good!"

Upon hearing what Austin Greengrass said, Astoria Greengrass looked at her brother beside her in surprise, only to find that Austin was trembling all over and his face was flushed!

But the trembling wasn't due to fear; rather, it seemed to be due to an indescribable excitement!

Not far away, Lucius, along with his wife Narcissa and son Draco, was gazing at the black veil fluttering in the distance.

"Father, what's that? I've never seen anything like it before! It's incredibly cool!"

Draco looked around curiously, then asked with excitement in his eyes.

But at this moment, Lucius's originally pale face was now completely bloodless, and he said in a trembling voice:

"That is the arrival of legend, and also the resurgence of conflict!"

Narcissa, standing beside Lucius, also wore a horrified expression. She then grabbed Draco's arm and nervously said to her husband:

"Let's go home! Quickly! No, let's leave England, right now!"

On the streets of London, a street magician, having just finished a performance, is holding his magician's hat in one hand, allowing the spectators surrounding him to put varying amounts of money into it.

After the audience tossed in their banknotes, the magician bowed respectfully to them and then stood up. But the next second, the magician seemed to freeze in shock.

The audience stared at the magician, who stood there dumbfounded, and began to murmur amongst themselves. Just then, the magician suddenly smiled, and the audience closest to him noticed that a tear seemed to be glistening in the corner of his eye, falling in the sunlight.

"Everyone,

After saying that, the magician threw the red cloth in his hand into the air. The red cloth slowly fell, seemingly to wrap the magician up, but by the time the red cloth hit the ground, the magician was nowhere to be seen.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look! It's magic!"

A lovely girl dressed in Lolita fashion held her mother's hand and said excitedly.

The girl's mother picked her up and hugged her tightly, saying with a face full of affection:

"That's called magic, darling!"

But the little girl said firmly:

"No! Mom! This is magic!"

"Yes, yes, you're right, this is magic!"

The mother gently stroked the girl's long golden hair and said affectionately.

However, the audience waited for a long time but the magician never returned, leaving behind only a pile of magic tools scattered on the ground, all alone and uncollected.

An elderly man, dressed in rags and with a stubble-covered face, leaned against a wall on a London street, his eyes glazed with drunkenness.

Every now and then, passersby would toss a coin next to him.

But the old man didn't react at all; he just sat there blankly, seemingly lost in thought.

However, the old man, who was sitting there blankly, felt as if something was slowly blocking his head, so he frowned and opened his eyes wide.

Suddenly, as if he had seen something, the old man got up in disbelief. A moment later, he burst into laughter. His actions startled a couple who were about to pass by him, causing them to back away. It also attracted the attention of passersby.

Few people noticed that on the old man's chest, a tattoo was faintly visible under his tattered clothes; it appeared to be a triangular eye with a vertical line running through it.

Meanwhile, as the black veil continued its journey, not far from the British Ministry of Magic, in a Muggle-dominated hotel, several men stood trembling in front of the window, watching the black veil drifting in from afar.

These men appeared to be dressed elegantly and sophisticatedly, but behind them stood a blonde, blue-eyed girl with a good figure and striking features.

If Wentworth were here, he would be surprised to find that this girl bore a striking resemblance to the wizard hunter who had fled before he was ambushed in the woods not long ago.

At that moment, a man who had been standing by the window suddenly turned around, rushed to the girl's side, grabbed her arm, and shouted:

“Christine! Christine Graves! This is all your doing! I told you long ago that we should leave England, or at least leave London!”

"To kill Wentworth under Dumbledore's protection is simply impossible! And you actually want to get rid of Wentworth inside Hogwarts? I'm starting to suspect that when Gellert impersonated your grandfather to enter Parliament, it was all part of a plan between your grandfather and him!"

"Look at the situation now! Not only did Wentworth not get rid of him, he has completely enraged the UMNO! Do you know what kind of people they are..."

But before the man could finish speaking, he was suddenly blasted away by a tremendous force. It turned out that the girl, Christine Graves, had somehow produced a magic wand.

Seeing the girl with the magic wand in front of them and the man lying against the wall, the others were momentarily at a loss for how to react.

At that moment, Christine Graves spoke up:

“My plan is flawless! The only way to take down Wentworth is through constant attempts! We can fail countless times, but if we succeed just once, we will be the victors!”

Just as Christine Graves was speaking, the black veil happened to brush past the window. Looking at the world shrouded in the black veil, Christine Graves paused for a moment before continuing:

"If I did anything wrong, it was that I shouldn't have listened to the intelligence department's reports! I shouldn't have treated the UMNO as a bunch of old, weak, and disabled remnants!"

"Someone in the intelligence department has made a mistake! Someone has made a huge mistake!"

As she finished speaking, even the usually strong-willed young woman's voice trembled slightly.

Chapter 111 Guessing the Mastermind (Bonus Chapter)

While the outside world was in turmoil, things were not peaceful at Hogwarts. The young wizards were still discussing what had happened on the Quidditch pitch not long ago, while the professors had gathered in Dumbledore's office.

Soon, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape arrived together, with Snape carrying a package.

Snape placed the package he was carrying on Dumbledore's table, and all the professors around him rushed over to observe it.

"No need to check, the package itself is fine. The problem is with what's inside the package!"

Snape said menacingly from the side, then opened the package on the table.

Inside the package, all that was presented to everyone was a crumpled piece of paper and an almost empty glass bottle.

Upon seeing this, Professor Ilona, ​​who had just returned from her Wentworth dormitory, couldn't contain her excitement and immediately reached for the letter!

Ilona was now eager to know who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

However, Professor Ilona's arm, which was reaching for the letter, was grabbed by Professor McGonagall halfway through.

"Professor McGonagall? What do you mean? Am I not allowed to read this letter?"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Professor Ilona's face before she directly questioned her.

But Professor McGonagall, unperturbed, said with dissatisfaction:

"Professor Ilona, ​​you're too impatient. We also want to know the truth. But haven't you noticed that there's something wrong with this letter?"

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Ilona stopped reaching for the letter and looked into the package with some confusion.

A moment later, Professor Ilona let out a soft gasp of surprise and said with some astonishment:

"Is this letter cursed?"

Professor McGonagall nodded slowly and said:

"That's right, that's exactly it. But this spell doesn't seem to be a spell commonly used in Europe. It's a bit like a confusion spell, or even a bit like a death spell, but the way it's cast and its effects are also somewhat different from the confusion and death spells!"

After saying that, a look of doubt appeared on Professor McGonagall's face, and she turned her gaze to Dumbledore, who had been standing silently to the side.

Feeling the gazes of Professor McGonagall and the others fixed on him, Dumbledore stood up and slowly said:

"It's an Aversion Curse. Its effect is to make the cursed person feel hatred for a certain person or thing, and to make the cursed person have the impulse to destroy the other person at all costs. It's a very profound curse."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's explanation, the Hogwarts professors present began to ponder, but the vast majority of them remained completely bewildered, as if they had never heard of this curse before.

However, there were exceptions, such as Ilona, ​​the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, who showed a look of shock at this moment.

Dumbledore glanced at the shocked Ilona and continued:

"The most terrifying thing about this curse is that it can change the mind of the person under its influence. That's why we mistook it for the Imperius Curse at first glance on the Quidditch pitch! But in fact, it's not much different from the Imperius Curse."

"Even when facing their favorite thing or even the person they love deeply, the cursed person will slowly develop a sense of hatred. When the hatred accumulates to a certain degree, it will completely erupt, and they will do anything to destroy the other person, even the person they love most!"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's explanation, even the well-informed Hogwarts professors present couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Then, Headmaster Dumbledore, why is it that we've never heard of such an evil curse?"

At this moment, Professor McGonagall voiced the questions that had been on the minds of the other professors.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore slowly spoke:

"Because this curse is too evil, in terms of sheer evil, it is probably no less evil than the Unforgivable Curse. Therefore, from the day it was invented, it has been under the close supervision of the International Wizarding Federation, and its leakage or dissemination is strictly prohibited."

"Generally, it only circulates in the place where it was invented. Europe is too far from its place of invention, so this spell didn't spread." And its place of invention, however, is...

At this point, Dumbledore paused, seemingly considering whether to tell everyone what happened next, but at that moment, Professor Ilona spoke up directly:

"America!"

Upon hearing Professor Ilona's words, the professors present suddenly realized what she meant, but Professor Ilona hadn't finished speaking when she continued:

"Professor Dumbledore, why don't you tell everyone the details, or the truth about this spell? For example, that the inventor of this spell was actually an Auror!"

Upon hearing Ilona's words, the Hogwarts professors present couldn't help but gasp in surprise. No one had expected that such an evil spell would come from the hands of an Auror!

Professor Ilona continued her eloquent narration:

"Back then, the magical world wasn't as peaceful as it is now. Competition far outweighed cooperation between the various national ministries of magic! An Auror from the Magical Congress of the United States invented this spell and used it to eliminate a high-ranking official from another country's ministry of magic."

"Later, the International Federation of Wizards discovered this and sentenced the Auror to life imprisonment, and used a forgetting spell in an attempt to make him forget this evil curse. But the curse still survived, though it did not spread widely."

"Principal Dumbledore just said that it only circulates in its place of invention, but that's not entirely accurate. To be precise, it only circulates in America..."

But just then, Dumbledore interrupted Ilona!

"enough!"

Dumbledore spoke loudly, then whispered to Ilona:

"Professor Ilona, ​​it's best not to make assumptions without evidence. What do you think?"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's request, Ilona pursed her lips but didn't continue. The Hogwarts professors around her exchanged glances. Although they all wanted to hear what Professor Ilona had to say next, they all kept quiet out of respect for Dumbledore's authority.

Ilona simply didn't want to fall out with Dumbledore right now. In any case, Ilona had already guessed in her heart where the mastermind behind this was from!

Thinking of this, a glint seemed to flash in Ilona's eyes.

Unexpectedly, before we even went back to look for you, you've already come knocking on our door! Very well, we left in too much of a hurry back then. Since we haven't forgotten each other, let's have another showdown then!

Chapter 112 The Chaotic Ministry of Magic (Bonus Chapter)