Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

The atmosphere in the auditorium instantly became strange.

The blue-white flames in the Goblet of Fire surged back to a bright red, and another charred piece of paper floated out of the flames.

"The third champion of Hogwarts is—"

Dumbledore's gaze swept across the Slytherin table, his voice carrying clearly throughout the room.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Snape leaned back in his chair, his tense expression completely relaxing, and even his breathing became lighter.

Applause rang out first, and the Hogwarts students raised their hands as if by reflex.

Halfway through the shoot, many people suddenly stopped, their arms hanging in mid-air, their eyes filled with confusion, clearly realizing what was happening.

The name I just heard wasn't "Dylan Hawkwood".

The applause in the auditorium immediately subsided.

Only students from a few other schools were still clapping politely, the sound sparse and unusual.

The awkward silence wasn't broken until the Slytherin table reacted first, and cheers broke the silence.

Draco's henchmen jumped to their feet, slamming their fists on the table and shouting until their faces were red.

Other Slytherin students joined in, and the applause grew a bit more enthusiastic again, but it still carried a sense of unease.

Draco stood up from his seat, his brows furrowed so deeply they could crush a fly, his fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of his robes, his eyes filled with a confusion no less than Cedric's and Harry's.

He subconsciously turned his head, his gaze fixed on the Gryffindor table, landing on Dylan, as if confirming something.

Three slips of paper fell to the ground.

Everyone thought the selection process was over.

Barty Crouch was the first to stand up from behind the teachers' table, straightened his sharp suit jacket, and gestured with his chin to the other principals, indicating that they should follow.

Seeing this, Ludobagman quickly grabbed the file bag next to him and hurried to follow the group, a relieved smile on his face.

“Mr. Diggory, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore stood beside the Goblet of Fire, raised his hand to indicate the door next to him, and was about to continue speaking.

Suddenly, the Goblet of Fire burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense, bright red flame, like dry tinder being ignited.

The red light instantly filled the entire auditorium, so bright that it was blinding, even overshadowing the starlight decorations on the dome.

Everyone's face was flushed red by the light. Old Barty and his group, who were about to take a step, suddenly stopped and turned their heads in unison, their eyes fixed on the Goblet of Fire.

Old Barty's hand, which was adjusting his glasses, froze in mid-air.

"Again? Could there really be a turning point? I knew something was off!" Fred clenched his fists, leaned forward, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the flickering flames, his voice excited. "I knew it! There was an unexpected event on Halloween Eve!"

Even though the Gryffindor students squinted because of the red light, none of them were willing to lower their heads.

Some people shielded their foreheads with their hands, some tried to open their eyes wide, and even Luna from Ravenclaw stood on tiptoe.

All eyes followed the movement of the flames, hoping to catch a glimpse of the long-awaited note.

The Goblet of Fire did not disappoint them.

A strip of paper, its edges charred black, shot out with sparks, yet it was as light as a willow catkin, twirling in the air before landing steadily in Dumbledore's outstretched palm.

“Let me see.” Dumbledore ran his fingertips along the scorched edge of the note, his smile still composed, and read aloud the name on it, “Dylan Hawkwood!”

A deafening roar of cheers completely engulfed the area.

The Gryffindor students jumped to their feet, slamming their fists on the table, cheering, and some even whistling.

In short, it was a series of ups and downs.

George hugged Fred so tightly he almost knocked him off his chair.

Students from other colleges joined in the applause, which shook the bat decorations on the roof.

"Just as I thought! I knew it!" Ron clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the long table, making the plates bounce.

His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, as if he were the warrior whose name had been called.

"How could Dylan be missing! The Goblet of Fire must have been planned all along!"

The Gryffindor table instantly erupted in cheers.

The students stood up one after another, the sound of banging on the table rising and falling. Some excitedly high-fived each other, some stood on tiptoe to look in Dylan's direction, and some shouted cheers, turning their previous confusion and insecurity into cheers.

The enthusiasm was in no way inferior to the Gryffindor celebration of Harry earlier.

The Hogwarts students from the other houses also breathed a sigh of relief, their faces breaking into genuine smiles.

Hufflepuff has Cedric, Gryffindor has Harry and Dylan, Slytherin has Draco, and now Ravenclaw is a bit weak and powerless.

However, no one in Ravenclaw was unhappy with the result; it was already a satisfactory outcome, and many people spontaneously joined in the applause.

But in reality, students at other magic schools didn't have it so easy.

The men from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang craned their necks to stare at the Goblet of Fire, their eyes filled with wariness and curiosity.

Someone muttered quietly, "Will there be more? What if our school gets one too?"

They stared intently at the rim of the cup, hoping the flame would reignite, but the Goblet of Fire did not grant their wish.

The intense, bright red flame gradually subsided, and the light that had been erupting like an active volcano weakened little by little, revealing the blue and white flames underneath.

By the time Dylan stood up from his seat, the blue-white flame had begun to flicker gently, its brightness dimming at a visible rate, like a candle about to burn out.

Dumbledore, with a gentle smile on his face, gestured for Dylan, Cedric, Harry, and Draco to come forward.

Just as the four of them reached the Goblet of Fire, the last bit of blue-white flame went out completely. The goblet, which had previously emitted a mysterious light, instantly turned back into an ordinary wooden object, its rough carvings appearing particularly inconspicuous under the candlelight.

The Goblet of Fire's light faded, but the Great Hall erupted in chatter. Durmstrang students whispered amongst themselves, while Beauxbatons students frowned and discussed amongst themselves.

Mrs. Maxime and Karkaroff even stood up from their seats and protested to Dumbledore, their voices growing louder and louder.

Barty Crouch stepped forward at the opportune moment. He first nodded slightly to the principals, then began to speak in hushed tones, trying to calm them down.

During the exchange, he put his hands behind his back and waved lightly in Ludo Bagman's direction. Ludo seemed to suddenly realize something, or perhaps he was eager to escape the conflict in front of him, so he immediately picked up his file bag and strode towards Dylan and the other three.

“Headmaster Dumbledore,” Ludo approached cautiously and asked, “should I take these warriors inside first? The people inside must be getting impatient.”

“That would be perfect.” Dumbledore nodded with a smile, his gaze sweeping over the arguing headmasters. “We’ll be there soon after we’ve dealt with things here.”

Away from the hustle and bustle of the auditorium.

Ludobagman's previous worries vanished, and he became much more lively.

He strode confidently at the front, leading Dylan and the other three through the corridor, muttering to himself, "This is incredible! Four Hogwarts champions in the Triwizard Tournament! This has never happened before! But that's what makes it exciting, isn't it?"

He pushed open the door to the room with the velvet curtains hanging inside, where warriors from other schools were already waiting.

Hearing the door open and Ludo's muttering, everyone turned around and looked at Dylan and his three companions who had just entered.

"Why is it so noisy outside? We can hear it all from inside. Is something wrong?"

"Hmm?" Viktor Krum's brows furrowed sharply, and he let out a low groan of doubt.

His gaze swept over Dylan, Cedric, Harry, and Draco, his fingers unconsciously stroking the school badge on his arm.

He then turned to Ludobagman, his tone clearly probing: "You're not going to tell us... these four are all Hogwarts champions?"

His reminder immediately alerted the other warriors in the room.

Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over the four men.

Why does Hogwarts have an extra warrior when all other schools have three?
“This matter is indeed strange…” Ludobagman had just opened his mouth and raised his hand in mid-air to explain when he was interrupted by a loud “bang.”

The door to the room was suddenly pushed open, slamming against the wall with a dull thud, and a gust of air rushed in.

The headmasters of several magic schools and Barty Crouch Sr. entered the room one after another.

Dumbledore walked at the front, casually straightening the hem of his robes, his gaze sweeping gently over the warriors in the room, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Mrs. Maxim's expression was relatively more relaxed, though her face remained tense and her lips were pressed into a straight line.

Those deep eyes swept over the crowd, clearly waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Her size was so enormous that when she stood in the center of the room, she almost blocked the light from half of the window, and the shadow she cast covered half of the room. The invisible pressure made the approaching warriors subconsciously take a step back.

Karkarov's face was filled with undisguised anger.

Karkarov's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his temples throbbed.

It's clear that the conversation with Old Barty just now had a very unpleasant turn of events.

In contrast, Barty Crouch remained as meticulous as ever, his sharp suit without a single wrinkle, and even his tie was tied neatly.

Even when Karkarov's spittle was practically splattering on his face as he spoke, he remained calm and walked in with steady steps.

As he passed by a few people, he calmly repeated, "Headmaster Dumbledore has begun investigating the cause. Please calm down."

With so many people flooding in at once, the already cramped room suddenly felt even more crowded.

The warriors were pushed to the inside of the room, and Ludobagman accidentally dropped the file bag in his hand, scattering several papers on the floor.

Old Barty could only step aside to let Mrs. Maxim pass before he could barely reach the center of the room.

The portraits hanging on the wall also started to move.

The old wizards in the painting leaned forward, some holding onto the edge of the frame and peering out, some whispering to their companions, and one witch wearing a pointed hat even tapped the frame, as if urging everyone to get to the point.

"Why should Hogwarts have one more champion than other schools?" Karkaroff finally couldn't hold back any longer and launched the first attack, his voice suddenly rising, "We didn't come here to watch the organizers take advantage of their position to get special treatment!"

"This is a dereliction of duty by Hogwarts!"

Suddenly, a series of "thump-thump-thump" sounds of wooden legs hitting the ground came from the corridor, getting closer and closer.

The next second, Alastomodi appeared in the doorway, his prosthetic eye rapidly rotating in its socket, scanning the people in the room before finally settling on Karkarov.

That signature deep voice rang out, filled with undisguised sarcasm: "Those guys who used to hide and run away dare to stand here and point fingers now?"

Moody dragged his wooden leg and walked quickly to Karkarov, getting so close that he could almost see the pores on the other's face.

His two eyes.

Whether it's the normal eye or the blue-glowing demonic eye.

They all stared intently at Karkarov, as if trying to see through his thoughts.

Karkarov's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He instinctively shrank back, stumbled, and slammed his back against the wall with a thud.

He blinked nervously, as if trying to avoid that sharp gaze.

But Moody stared at him relentlessly.

A few seconds later, Karkaroff seemed to suddenly remember something, abruptly straightened his chest, and, trying to remain calm, hissed, "What do you want to do?"

"You are indeed a professor at Hogwarts, but I am the headmaster of Durmstrang!"

His voice was still trembling, but he tried to raise his voice, "You'd better think carefully about what you're doing! Are you going to attack the headmaster of a magic school involved in international exchanges?"

"Hahaha! You think you're so respectable, yet you dare to talk about hospitality?" Moody laughed loudly, his laughter full of sarcasm that made people's ears ring. He didn't care about the accusation that Karkarov had put on him. He stomped his wooden leg heavily on the ground, kicking up some dust.

"You! You are utterly unreasonable!" Karkarov trembled with rage, his teeth grinding together, his face turning from deathly pale to purplish-blue, as if someone were choking him, and even his breathing became rapid.

"Split into pieces!"

Moody gave Karkaroff no chance to speak again.

Before the words were even finished, the wand was already pointed at the other person's pocket. A silver light shot out and struck Karkaroff's pocket precisely.

The fabric was instantly cut into neat strips, and with a "whoosh," it scattered, and the magic wand inside fell out with a whooshing sound.

Karkaroff reacted quickly, instinctively reaching out to grab it. As his fingertips brushed against the wand's handle, he exerted a sudden burst of strength, barely managing to hold the wand in his hand and prevent it from falling to the ground.

But the moment his finger touched the wand, a red light struck like lightning.

"Disarm you!" Moody's incantation followed immediately, his voice deep and powerful. (End of Chapter)