Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

"The two closest to us, the one with the silver-blue scales is a Swedish short-nosed dragon, and the one with the green scales next to it is a common Welsh green dragon."

"But to be honest, they're not in the mood for praise right now—because they're not in good shape."

He paused for a moment and explained, "We transported them here from the Fire Dragon Reserve, and along the way, we gave them sleeping pills every six hours to prevent them from becoming agitated."

"I originally planned to stop using the potions when we arrived at the new place so that they could rest and adapt to the environment, but instead, problems arose."

"They slept for too long before, and now that the effects of the medicine have worn off, they have so much energy that they have nowhere to release it, which is why they are acting so noisily now."

Charlie pointed to the Swedish short-nosed dragon pacing back and forth in the enclosure, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Simply put, it's 'irritability after oversleeping,' just like how people get irritable when they wake up after sleeping too long."

"Fortunately, their attention was focused on the wizards around them, and they didn't pay much attention to us."

Just as Charlie said, the two fire dragons did not turn their attention to the warriors.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon roared at the wizards wandering outside the fence, occasionally spitting out wisps of white smoke from its silvery-blue nostrils.

The common Welsh green dragon twisted its body and swung its long tail, trying to break free of the iron chain around its neck. When its tail swept across the ground, the snow was splashed more than a meter high.

Meanwhile, the wizards outside the fence remained vigilant, with some pointing their wands at the dragon's snout, clearly to prevent it from breathing fire.

Others pointed their wands at the joints of the chains, chanting incantations, attempting to use magic to strengthen the chains and prevent accidents.

Looking further into the open area, the region where the Hebrides Black Dragon and the Norwegian Spinosaurus reside is equally turbulent.

The scales of the black dragon from the Hebdiri Islands have a dark metallic sheen.

It would occasionally raise its head and let out a deafening roar towards the sky, so loud that the ground would tremble slightly.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus was even more ferocious; the bony spikes on its back gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and after each roar, it would spew out a dazzling cloud of dragon breath.

The orange-red flames shot straight into the sky, forming a brief pillar of fire in the air before slowly dissipating into the cold air.

"See that fire dragon with black scales?" Charlie pointed to the Hebdiri Islands Black Dragon, his tone becoming serious. "It's called the Hebdiri Islands Black Dragon. It's the most irritable of these dragons, extremely aggressive. We have to be extra careful in the protected area; it will attack if you get too close."

He then turned to point to the Norwegian Ridgeback, his tone softening: "That one over there is a Norwegian Ridgeback, a little gentler than the black dragon, but it's not to be trifled with—it not only attacks creatures on land, but also actively hunts young whales in the sea, and is strong enough to drag small whales ashore."

Upon hearing the name Norwegian Spinosaurus, Harry couldn't help but take a few more glances at it, and even glanced at Dylan.

When they first entered Hogwarts, Hagrid secretly hatched an egg of a Norwegian Ridgeback and named it Norbert.

At that time, he, Ron, and Hermione were helping Hagrid take care of Norbert.

Later, someone reported him.

Hagrid was forced to send Norber away, who had grown considerably older.

It was delivered to Dylan.

I didn't expect so much time to pass.

Seeing such a large version of a fire dragon here again, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

Hagrid's gaze followed the Norwegian Spinosaurus, looking at the gleaming bony spikes on its back. He suddenly sighed heavily, his voice full of emotion: "Norwegian Spinosaurus... After all these years, it's still so spirited, and looks so beautiful!"

Before the two could exchange more words, a more intense commotion suddenly erupted from the depths of the open space.

The Hebrides Black Dragon and the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon seemed to be enraged by something. They suddenly stopped roaring at the sky, slowly lowered their huge heads, and stared intently at the wizards surrounding the fence with their golden pupils, their eyes full of hostility.

Their throats bulged slightly, and tiny sparks began to seep from the corners of their mouths, clearly preparing to unleash their dragon breath.

"Oh no! They're going to breathe fire!" a wizard in a dark blue uniform shouted immediately. He was the captain in charge of controlling the two fire dragons, and his face was grave. "Everyone, get ready!"

"Collapse!"

More than a dozen wizards responded at the same time.

They quickly adjusted their positions, aiming their wands at the dragon's head and torso.

Brilliant beams of light shot out from the tip of the staff, raining down on the Hebdiri Islands Black Dragon and the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon.

After being struck by the red light, the two fire dragons became noticeably sluggish.

Their steps faltered, their massive heads swaying as if resisting the spell's influence. Black smoke billowed from their nostrils, and low gurgling sounds emanated from their throats, clearly indicating they were still struggling and unwilling to fall unconscious.

"No! The spell isn't strong enough! Try again!" the captain shouted again. "Everyone, concentrate your fire! Aim at their necks and bellies; those are where their magical defenses are relatively weak!"

Another burst of light shone forth, this time the spell precisely hitting the fire dragon's weak point.

The two fire dragons, already swaying and disoriented, could no longer hold on. Their massive bodies suddenly sank, and with a "boom," they fell straight to the ground.

Two shallow craters were smashed into the ground, and snow flew into the air.

The loud noise from the two enormous fire dragons falling to the ground echoed throughout the open space.

Even the tall trees a dozen meters away trembled slightly, and the snow on the branches fell in a soft rustling sound, as if it were snowing lightly.

The warriors standing not far away were also affected by the tremor.

Harry instinctively took two steps back before regaining his balance.

Draco reached out and steadied himself against the wooden plank beside him, his brow furrowed.

Although Cedric and Dylan were more stable, they could still clearly feel the ground beneath their feet shaking slightly, and even their breathing became somewhat rapid due to the sudden loud noise.

"Phew... We finally got it under control." The captain breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Luckily, we reacted in time. If they had really let them breathe fire, the fence would probably have been burned through."

Seeing the warriors staggered backward due to the ground tremors, it's not really their fault.

Since the magical world implemented the Dragon Secrecy Act, these powerful creatures have either been housed in remote dragon sanctuaries and cared for by professionals.

They either live deep in remote mountains and forests, rarely interacting with humans.

Unless you work in a professional field like dragon research or conservation, most people will never have the chance to see a dragon face-to-face in their lifetime.

Seeing five fire dragons of different shapes and sizes all at once, each exuding a suffocating aura, it's perfectly normal to feel scared and instinctively try to avoid them.

Harry stood there, watching the slightly flustered expressions of the other school warriors, and secretly felt fortunate.

Fortunately, through Dylan's Pensieve, he, Cedric, and Draco had witnessed the ferocity of the dragon in fragments of memory.

Although the scene in my memory was not as shocking as the one I witnessed, it was slightly less impressive.

But the advantage is quantity.

Having witnessed various attack methods of the fire dragon, I had a better understanding of their strategies and was not as unprepared as others.

Even so, Harry couldn't help but ponder it in his mind.

Only now, standing directly in front of the fire dragon, can one vaguely sense the oppressive feeling of being surrounded and intercepted by a giant creature.

Just imagine having a dozen fire dragons chasing you, spewing flames.

He felt his heart race, let alone experiencing it firsthand.

at this time.

Someone pointed to the end of the open space and shouted, "There's another one over there!"

Following the direction of the finger, everyone saw that a Hungarian hornet was being held captive in the farthest part of the open space.

It was larger than the other fire dragons, and its wingspan almost covered half the sky.

Despite being dozens of meters away, the Hungarian hornet dragon seemed to have sensed the commotion.

It slowly turned its head, its golden eyes staring intently at the warriors, its gaze full of ferocity, as if it were about to charge at them at any moment.

Suddenly, a few sparks shot out from its nostrils, and its huge mouth opened wide, revealing sharp fangs. A burst of orange-red dragon breath instantly spewed out, attacking the group.

The dragon's breath traced a long arc in the air, and although it was far away, the scorching heat could still be clearly felt.

"Watch out!" Charlie Weasley reacted with lightning speed, raising his wand almost the instant the dragon's breath was unleashed and shouting the spell, "Protect Yourself!"

A transparent barrier instantly formed in front of everyone, firmly blocking their way.

Fortunately, the distance was far enough that the dragon's breath gradually weakened during its flight, eventually landing on the snow a few meters in front of the barrier.

"Hi!"

The snow melted instantly into water, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Even though they weren't directly hit, the scorching heat from the dragon's breath still hit them.

Everyone immediately felt as if they had been thrown into a furnace, their faces burning hot.

"Ice and snow."

Dylan gently waved his wand, and a pale blue magical energy field quickly spread out, enveloping all the warriors, Charlie, and Hagrid.

As soon as the energy field took shape, the scorching heat instantly subsided, replaced by a gentle coolness that perfectly neutralized the remaining heat.

Before the warriors could react, the cold November air enveloped their bodies again. The sudden change from hot to cold felt surprisingly comfortable.

"Perfect!" Charlie Weasley put down his wand, his tone full of admiration. "This kind of precise temperature control magic is no simple feat. Your control over magic is truly remarkable!"

at the same time.

The wizards in charge of controlling the Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon also acted quickly, with more than a dozen beams of light shooting at the fire dragon simultaneously, unleashing another barrage of stun spells.

The Hungarian hornet dragon struggled for a few moments before its massive body finally collapsed to the ground, becoming completely still.

“This Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon is very dangerous.” Charlie pointed to the fallen fire dragon and introduced it to the warriors. “Not only is its fire-breathing ability excellent, with high temperature and long range, but its body itself is also a very threatening weapon. Its claws can easily tear steel, and the strong wind generated when its wings flap can interfere with spellcasting. If you encounter it in the future, you must be extra careful.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Swedish short-nosed dragon and the common Welsh green dragon in the next area started causing trouble again.

They struggled several times but failed to break free of the chains, and clearly lost patience. Sparks kept shooting out of their nostrils, and they let out low roars from their throats, obviously preparing to unleash their dragon breath to vent their anger.

The wizards gave them no chance, immediately turning around and unleashing another barrage of stunning spells.

Two beams of red light struck the necks of the two fire dragons, which shook their heads before finally collapsing to the ground and falling into complete silence.

Charlie Weasley shrugged helplessly and turned to the crowd, saying, "There's nothing I can do, these guys just have too much energy."

"Now that they've all quieted down, you can get closer and take a good look at the 'opponents' you're about to face."

"Moreover, remembering their physical characteristics and attack habits is very helpful for later projects."

After saying that, he led Hagrid and his warriors toward the nearest Swedish short-nosed dragon enclosure.

Charlie led the group to the enclosure of the Swedish short-nosed dragon, and the warriors gathered around the wooden planks to carefully observe the unconscious fire dragon.

Some people reached out and touched the protective runes on the fence, some noted the color and texture of the fire dragon's scales, and others whispered about the attack scenes they had witnessed earlier.

Just then, someone from another academy pointed to the end of the open space and asked Charlie, "Mr. Weasley, wasn't the tail of that Hungarian Hornet Dragon also quite aggressive? I think I saw the bony spikes at the tip of its tail tear through the ground when it swung it."

Upon hearing this, Charlie turned to look at the man and replied calmly, "Hmm."

There were no extra explanations or additional details, as if the amount of information in the answer was being deliberately controlled.

Immediately afterwards, another warrior asked, "Is its fire-breathing range the longest among these fire dragons? When it breathed its dragon breath just now, it seemed to have a much longer range than the other fire dragons."

Charlie simply replied, "That's right."

After several rounds of questioning and answering, some people gradually realized that something was wrong.

No matter what questions you ask about the dragon's weaknesses or specific attack data.

Charlie only gave simple "yes" or "no" answers and never revealed any further details.

Harry and Cedric exchanged a glance, and quickly came to their answer.

Clearly, someone had given advance notice, instructing Charlie and his team to control information output and avoid leaking too much crucial information about the fire dragon.

After all, the core challenge of the first project is to deal with unknown challenges, and knowing too much in advance will diminish the significance of the challenge.

Yes, it is like that.

Looking around, the wizards who were responsible for guarding the fire dragon also showed obvious signs of fatigue.

Along the way, they had to transport the fire dragon, feed it magic potions regularly, and upon arrival, they were busy building fences and setting up protective spells, barely getting any rest.

Now that the dragons were under the control of the Stunning Curse, their tense nerves finally relaxed. Many people leaned against the wooden planks, rubbing their shoulders, their eyes full of weariness. They clearly just wanted to finish the remaining work as soon as possible and get a good night's rest.

The warriors stayed in the paddock for about half an hour before following Hagrid back.

Hagrid walked very slowly, glancing back every now and then in the direction of the dragon, his eyes filled with reluctance, muttering to himself, "I'll come see you again next time."

The Warriors, on the other hand, were noticeably more dejected.

After witnessing the ferocity of the fire dragon up close, they felt the pressure of the first project even more acutely.

I didn't say much along the way, just wanted to leave the Forbidden Forest as soon as possible and find a quiet place to process the shocking experiences I had had in less than an hour.

the other side.
Rita Skeeter's report on the Triwizard Tournament has been published in the latest issue of The Daily Prophet.

As per Dylan's previous request, the language of this report was noticeably milder, lacking the sharp and sarcastic style of the past, and instead offering more objective information.

The report begins with a brief introduction to the three magic schools participating in this competition.

The focus then shifted to the warriors from three of the schools, describing their abilities and characteristics in detail.

When mentioning the warriors of Beauxbatons, Rita specifically pointed out their deep expertise in alchemy, speculating that this would begin when the first project started.

They might use alchemical tools to meet the challenge.

The article also mentions common items such as "alchemy shields that may be used for defense" and "alchemy potions that increase speed," sparking readers' speculation about Beauxbatons' tactics.

When introducing Durmstrang's Warriors, the focus of the report was on Viktor Krum.

Rita wrote that Durmstrang students had extremely high expectations for Krum, and many even formed a "Krum Fan Club" to collect and analyze his match videos.

"Everyone believes that Krum will achieve excellent results in this tournament thanks to his outstanding flying skills and powerful magic."

The words conveyed an appreciation for Krum's abilities.

This report sparked considerable discussion in the wizarding world, with many wizards beginning to speculate about the differences in strength between the various schools.

The students from the three schools were particularly interested, discussing the contents of the report in the castle, adding to the tension for the upcoming first project.

Beside the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, Fred held the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, his finger hovering over the section about Viktor Krum, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He looked up at the people sitting around him, his voice filled with obvious confusion: "Take a look, is this really a report by Rita Skit? Did I pick up the wrong newspaper?"

George leaned over and glanced at the author's name next to the newspaper headline, then nodded: "That's right, it's her name."

What's wrong? Is there a problem with what I wrote?

“This is a big problem!” Fred spread the newspaper on the table, pointing to the section about Krum. “Look, this report describes Krum’s abilities very well, and the part about Durmstrang students forming a support group is quite vivid.”

"But! She didn't say anything sarcastic! In the past, when she wrote reports, didn't she always find an opportunity to find fault or add some unfounded gossip? This time, she only emphasized that 'everyone has high expectations for Krum,' putting a little pressure on him. This is too abnormal, it's not like her at all."

Neville picked up the newspaper and flipped through it, agreeing, "It is a bit strange. Last time she wrote about the Quidditch World Cup, she made a lot of the players seem like they were deliberately losing, but this time she's so 'mild.' By the way, did she write about the Hogwarts champions? How are Harry and the others preparing? Did the report mention it?"

"Well... you'll understand once you hear me read a passage."

Fred cleared his throat, picked up the newspaper, found the section about Hogwarts, and slowly read aloud, "Harry Potter—this name is familiar to every British wizard."

"From thwarting attacks by dark wizards as an infant to resolving numerous castle crises after enrolling in school, his experiences have long been legendary in the magical world."

"His performance as a champion of Hogwarts is undoubtedly attracting much attention."

After reading this passage, Fred put down the newspaper and shrugged: "Did you guys notice? It felt like he talked a lot, about his 'legendary experiences' and 'highly regarded,' but actually, he didn't say anything useful—he didn't mention what magic he'd been practicing recently, what preparations he'd made to deal with the fire dragon, or even his usual training routine. It was as if he hadn't said anything at all."

George stroked his chin, his brow furrowing slightly. "Something does seem off. I think she might be deliberately helping Hogwarts hide its true strength?"

“Look at the part she wrote about Cedric. She only said he was ‘skilled in Transfiguration magic,’ and then gave a few of the most basic examples of Transfiguration from the textbook, such as turning a teacup into a rabbit or a feather into a key. Anyone can do that, right?”

"It doesn't mention Cedric's real strengths at all, such as his ability to perform complex transformations while moving. What's the difference between that and saying 'Cedric can use a wand'? It's just correct nonsense."

“Not just Cedric! The reports about Harry and Draco are the same!” Fred suddenly realized, pointing to another section of the newspaper. “Look at the one about Harry, it only mentions that he is ‘proficient in Exorcism’ and ‘Patron Saint Charm,’ but these two spells are basic spells that many high-ranking wizards know! The one about Draco only says that he is ‘skilled in precise spellcasting,’ without even saying what type of spells he is good at.”

"They didn't reveal what tactics they might use after they came on, nor did they say what preparations they had made against the Fire Dragon. It's like they're deliberately obscuring the information."

“And Dylan!” George added, his tone more puzzled. “The report only said that he ‘has participated in many magical events in the past and is very experienced,’ but it didn’t mention anything about his current preparations.”

"Think about it, if it were the old Rita, in this special situation of 'the Goblet of Fire choosing an extra warrior,' she would have already been digging into 'what's wrong with the Goblet of Fire' and 'why Dylan was able to become an extra warrior.' How could she be so 'well-behaved'?"

Neville tilted his head and suddenly made a bold hypothesis: "Could it be that Headmaster Dumbledore intervened? After all, Rita always liked to write exaggerated reports. This tournament is related to the reputation of many schools. The headmaster may have spoken to her and told her not to delve into those sensitive issues or to avoid excessively hyping up the warriors' privacy."

“Maybe it’s not just Headmaster Dumbledore!” Fred immediately added. “Don’t forget, there are other headmasters as well.”

"Headmaster Dumbledore is mild-mannered and might be able to communicate well with Rita, but someone like Professor Karkaroff might use a tougher approach to exert pressure."

"Even if Rita loves digging for news, she wouldn't dare offend several school principals at the same time, would she?"

George nodded, finding the guess quite reasonable.

The group discussed the matter, and the more they talked, the more suspicious they felt about Rita's report.

The firewood crackled in the fireplace, casting everyone's shadows on the wall. As the discussion deepened, the doubts on everyone's faces grew stronger.

What unknown reasons lie behind this seemingly "mild and objective" report?
"Whatever the reason, the competition will start in a few days."

Rita's report was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating quite a stir among the Hogwarts students.

The students finally learned about some of the warriors' magical abilities, which gave them plenty to talk about.

Some people compared the newspapers to the items, while others debated Beauxbatons' alchemical tools.

The discussion about the first project reached new heights, with even the conversations in the restaurant almost entirely dominated by "Warriors' strength" and "project predictions".

But those warriors who already knew the details of the project had no interest in participating in these discussions.

They knew in their hearts that the real test was about to begin, and every minute and every second was crucial.

Harry, Draco, and Cedric did the same; even as night fell, they would secretly take their flying brooms and avoid the crowds to practice near the Whomping Willow.

To avoid developing a dependency mentality, they deliberately didn't tell Dylan about the extra training, wanting to improve their coping abilities on their own.

This persistence caused them a lot of hardship.

Sometimes, you might get scratched by the branches of the Willow Tree if you don't dodge in time, and sometimes you might collide with each other because of a miscast of the Iron Armor Spell.

After each training session, he would have to go to the infirmary covered in injuries, listening to Madam Pomfrey mutter about "not knowing how to take care of himself," while frowning as he swallowed the bitter healing potion.

In this atmosphere that was both enthusiastic and tense.

Time passed day by day, and finally December 1st arrived.

The first event of the Triwizard Tournament officially begins! (End of Chapter)