Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 318 Hermione: When did you become the representative of the Wizengamor youth wizards?!

Damn it, that damn Karthus.

They actually intercepted a whole bunch of his former followers!
These damn foxtail grasses!
I should have killed them all earlier!
"Come here."

Voldemort suppressed his anger and coldly gave the order.

He picked up the wand that was beside him.

Peter the Pettigrew approached cautiously.

He placed the tip of his wand against Peter's left arm and slowly channeled magic into it.

As magic surged in, the black magic mark on Peter's arm, composed of a skull and a snake, instantly lit up with a dark red light. The gray-black snake pattern in the mark seemed to come alive, writhing and twisting under his skin, occasionally flicking out its forked tongue.

Just then, Frank heard a whooshing sound coming from inside the room, as if something had pierced through the air.

Then came a soft bang.

A strange male voice rang out, neither timid nor cold as before, but rather deep and respectful.

"Master, did you summon me?"

"It's me calling you, little Barty."

Voldemort spoke, his pale hands gripping the wool blanket beside him tightly, wrapping his thin, makeshift body even more securely.

The coldness in his body made him shiver involuntarily.

"You've been staying at the Malfoys' house for so long, what's Lucius's attitude now?"

Little Barty stood by the fireplace, his hands hanging at his sides. His eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a few seconds before answering truthfully.

"He... seems hesitant, Master. I mentioned your request, and he said he must see you in person to confirm that your power has been restored before he's willing to truly exert himself."

Tonight is the last night of summer vacation for Hogwarts students, and the new school year will begin tomorrow. Voldemort is filled with anxiety.

He couldn't wait to use the school's resources to advance the revival plan.

Upon hearing Lucius's reply, he let out a cold snort.

"I knew it. That cunning old fox never acts until he sees the rabbit."

He paused, then his voice suddenly became sharp, "Go to Malfoy Castle right now and bring him here, immediately!"

"Yes, Your Highness the Dark Lord!"

Little Barty bowed, turned and strode quickly out of the room, his footsteps so hurried they almost made the wind howl.

For Malfoy Castle, this was destined to be a sleepless night.

"Okay, go...go." Voldemort watched Barty's figure disappear out the door, then leaned back wearily in his chair.

He had talked too much tonight, and his already weak body felt even more exhausted. He looked at the flames in the fireplace that were gradually dying down, hoping to take a short nap in the warmth.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than his ears twitched slightly, his previously relaxed body tensed instantly, and his voice suddenly became shrill and dangerous: "Peter, didn't you hear that? Nagini is sending a signal."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Oh, it brings interesting news. There's an old Muggle outside our room, pressed against the door, listening to every word we said."

Frank, standing outside the door, felt a chill run down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Just as he was about to turn and run away, he heard a soft, clear rustling sound of scales rubbing against each other behind him, a sound that sent chills down his spine.

He turned his head stiffly, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest!

A large, golden snake, as thick as a bowl, was coiled on the stair railing. Its body gleamed coldly, and its blood-red vertical pupils, like two solidified rubies, were fixed on him. Its forked tongue flicked out continuously, hissing threateningly.

Frank's mind went blank; his only thought was to escape back to his little cabin, grab a hot water bottle, and lie down in his warm bed.

But his legs felt as heavy as lead, his knees trembled uncontrollably, his blood seemed to freeze in his veins, and even breathing became difficult. He could only watch helplessly as the giant snake slowly crawled toward him.

"Squeak-"

The door to the room was pushed open completely, and a short, bald man came out.

He was wearing a tight black shirt, the muscles on his arms bulging the fabric, and he was holding something wrapped in dark purple fabric.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tiny baby, but the baby's appearance sent chills down one's spine.

The baby's skin was an eerie crimson, as if it had been scorched by fire, and its surface was covered with fine, dark scales that clung tightly to the skin, without a single hair.

Its round head gleamed with grease, like a peeled hard-boiled egg. It had the delicate features of an adult, instead of the tender face of a baby.

Its brow bones were high, its eye sockets were deep, its lips were as thin as a line, and its blood-red vertical pupils were exactly like those of the giant snake. Only two thin slits remained where its nose should have been, and they would open and close slightly when it breathed.

He clutched a yew wand longer than his arm in his arms, holding it tightly with both small hands because his hands were too small, the tip of the wand steadily aimed at Frank.

The hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from rusty iron, carrying the chilling aura of death, echoing in the empty corridor.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Platform 9¾.

Steam rose in the air as the Hogwarts Express blew its long whistle precisely on time, its wheels turning slowly.

Dylan put away his wand.

The umbrella that had suddenly appeared at the tip of his wand was still covered in raindrops. He waved his wand gently, and the umbrella disappeared instantly, leaving only the smooth wand.

Then, he picked up the suitcase at his feet, its surface damp from the platform.

He chanted a water-removing spell over the box, and the dampness immediately disappeared before he stuffed the box under the seat.

Harry sat opposite him, wand in hand, and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Dylan, I had a really strange dream last night."

His eyes were somewhat dazed, as if he hadn't yet shaken off the realism of the dream. "In the dream, I seemed to have turned into a giant python, crawling along the ground, and then I saw Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew... They were saying they were going to kill me, and they also mentioned going to ambush a guy named Alastor Moody, but it seems they failed in the end."

As Harry spoke, he recalled the events, his speech becoming faster and faster, and he even gestured unconsciously with his hands, as if the scenes from his dream were unfolding right before his eyes.

"It felt so real. I could even feel the snake scales scraping against the ground, and Voldemort's cold voice..."

"It's just a dream, Harry, don't overthink it."

Dylan interrupted him, but secretly memorized the words.

It seems that Moody hasn't been switched this year, but Voldemort will definitely find other ways to lure Harry into the Goblet of Fire trap.

go Go.

Let the righteous children fight the evil Dark Lord. Dylan looked at Ron beside him: "By the way, how's the Quidditch World Cup going?"

Hermione was sitting next to Dylan, holding a history of magic textbook. Hearing this, she looked up at Harry and Ron.

"That's absolutely fantastic!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward and gesturing wildly as he described the team. "I was initially rooting for Ireland, their teamwork is indeed impressive, but Krum... he's a genius!"

Ron's eyes lit up at the mention of Krum, and he animatedly mimicked the moves from a Quidditch match.

"When he's flying, he's more agile than any Seeker; he's an aerial artist!"

"If I could see him up close, I'd be willing to stay single for ten years!" Ron said, getting more and more excited, even slamming his hand on the table. "If he could come to Hogwarts, it would be worth it even if I had to give up ten years of my life!"

Dylan looked at Ron's fanatical expression and couldn't help but give him a strange look.

From Scabbers suddenly turning back into Peter Pettigrew last year to now casually saying he hopes Krum will come to Hogwarts.

Ron's words always seemed to come true inexplicably, as if they were blessed.

Ron noticed his gaze, scratched his head, and asked, puzzled, "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

"nothing."

Dylan picked up the pumpkin juice on the table, took a sip, and then turned to everyone. "By the way, Professor McGonagall said before that she would arrange a placement test for us when school starts. How are you all preparing?"

Hermione immediately frowned and closed the book. "I've only reviewed the textbook twice, I don't know if that's enough. Dylan, do you think Professor McGonagall might make the test particularly difficult?"

Her fingers unconsciously traced the edges of the pages, clearly showing some worry.

Upon hearing the word "exam," Harry immediately lowered his head and avoided eye contact.

He spent the entire summer worrying about his dreams and didn't study much at all, so he was speechless for a moment.

"Oh my god! How could I forget that!" Ron suddenly yelled, his face turning deathly pale as if he had seen a giant spider, filled with terror. "If I fail the test, my mom will definitely whack me on the head with her wand when she finds out my grades!"

“Relax, Ron, it’s just a placement test,” Harry tried to comfort him, but to no avail.

Ron slumped over the table, his voice utterly dejected: "It's not going to be easy! I haven't even memorized the spells for Charms class, my Transfiguration can only turn a teacup into a mouse, I can't even concoct a basic antidote in Potions class, I've mixed up half the plant names in Herbalism class, I can't understand the star charts in Astronomy class at all, and I've been slacking off the whole time in Divination class..."

He looked up at the three of them with despair: "Do you think Professor McGonagall might kick me out of Hogwarts because I did so poorly on my exams?"

“Let’s not talk about this,” Harry said, his voice slightly muffled.

He kept his head down, his fingers fiddling with the cuffs of his school uniform.

I'm reflecting on my summer vacation.

He spent his days either playing Quidditch with the Weasleys or venturing into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid. He had fun and enjoyed himself to the fullest, and before he knew it, the holiday was over. He hadn't even opened his textbooks more than a few times.

He couldn't help but think to himself.

If God gave me another chance, I would definitely... have even more fun!
After all, nothing beats flying on a broomstick when it comes to studying.

Harry pulled a neatly packaged pumpkin pie from his backpack and handed it to Ron, who was still groaning, instantly silencing his complaints.

“Look, your little pig is here.” Harry pointed out the window, where a brown and white owl was flapping its wings, holding a roll of newspaper in its talons, and landed steadily on the windowsill of the box.

This is Ron's new pet after losing Scabbers; it's very lively.

Most importantly, it's just an ordinary owl, not an Animagus.

Ron was finally able to hold it in his arms and sleep without worry.

The little pig gently pecked Ron's finger and placed the newspaper on the table.

"Can I take a look?" Hermione put down her history of magic textbook and looked at the newspaper.

Ron was taking a big bite of pumpkin pie and didn't have time to talk, so he just nodded vigorously and mumbled a "hmm".

Hermione carefully unfolded the newspaper, and the headline on the front page immediately caught her eye.

Dylan Hawkwood elected as the seventh annual Wizengamot Youth Wizarding Representative, setting a record as the youngest and first Muggle-born wizard.

A photo was attached below the title.

Dylan, dressed in a well-tailored custom-made suit, stood in the center of the Ministry of Magic's hall, holding a silver "W" badge in his hand, with a calm smile on his face, looking confident and triumphant.

"Dylan? When did you become the representative of the young wizards of Wizengamo?!" Hermione's voice was filled with shock.

She put down the newspaper and looked at Dylan with disbelief in her eyes.

“What? What does it represent?” Harry was stunned.

Unlike Harry and Ron, Hermione understood the weight of this title.

Hermione subconsciously explained, "Putting aside the power that this identity brings, just looking at history shows how rare it is. There have only been six youth representatives before, and each of them is a top figure among underage wizards."

"Of the previous six, four later became either the British Minister for Magic or the Chief Wizard of Wisengagamo, and the achievements of the other two in the field of magical scholarship are truly historic!"

She paused, her tone becoming more serious, "You could say that becoming this representative is like pre-ordering the Chocolate Frog card, and you'll become a well-known figure among all wizards!"

"It happened just a few days ago. Dumbledore was my recommender, and the members of Wizengamor were quite easy to talk to."

Dylan shrugged: "I still don't understand why Professor Dumbledore would arrange things this way for me."

Harry and Ron looked completely bewildered, utterly unaware of the significance of this title.

In their eyes, it probably just sounds impressive, but they don't know exactly why it's impressive, so they just nod along.

Just then, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open forcefully, slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

Dylan frowned and stood up to see who was being so rude. Just as he stood up, he saw a head of light blond hair peek in.

It's Draco Malfoy.

Behind him followed two burly men, Crabbe and Goyle, all three dressed in elaborate wizard robes, their faces radiating arrogance, looking like they were there to cause trouble.

A hint of doubt flashed in Dylan's eyes.

Has Draco not learned his lesson yet?

After being taught a lesson by me a few times, this guy basically avoided me. Why did he suddenly dare to come to my door today?
He looked at Draco.

Draco met his gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

(End of this chapter)