Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 352 Magic, can it be used like this?!
As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore pulled his wand from his pocket and gently waved it toward the center of the arena.

A pale silver light flew from the tip of the staff and landed silently on the ground next to the golden egg.

No one in the audience knew the purpose of the light; only the principals on the judges' table understood.

The next second, the previously invisible obstacle spells suddenly appeared in the arena.

They glowed with a faint reddish hue, their shapes were extremely regular, like giant bricks that had been carefully cut. Each one was half a person tall and a meter wide, with straight edges and sharp corners.

These red bricks were not just distributed near the ground, but floated at various heights in the arena.

In the low-altitude area, a dozen or so bricks are pieced together to form small platforms of about half a square meter each, just big enough for one person to stand on.

In the mid-to-high altitude area, more bricks were erected and arranged to form semi-transparent barriers, some blocking the trajectory of the fire dragon's claw strikes, and others getting stuck in the range of its tail swings.

Looking at these clearly visible obstacles, the audience finally understood intuitively why Dylan was able to dodge them with ease.

These bricks served as both his foothold and a natural barrier against the fire dragon's attacks.

"So that's how it is! This is essentially building an invisible cage!" someone in the stands couldn't help but exclaim.

Everyone realized that if the fire dragons had tried to take off any later, the ever-increasing number of red bricks would have eventually surrounded the entire arena, trapping both fire dragons on the ground.

Dylan had clearly anticipated this.

He preemptively used a barrier spell to restrict the dragon's wings, trapping them in mid-air.

The wings that were originally meant to give the fire dragon an advantage in the air have now become a hindrance.

The Obstacle Charm was precisely positioned at the wing joints. The harder the dragon thrashed, the stronger the binding sensation became at the joints, forcing it to maintain a suspended posture that was neither high nor low, making it extremely difficult to even adjust its body angle.

"Roar—! Roar—!" The two fire dragons let out a deafening roar, but this roar did not contain the ferocity of the past; instead, it was filled with a deep sense of frustration.

They writhed in vain, their sharp claws scrambling in the air, but they couldn't even touch a single red "brick".

The dragon's breath only hit the barrier, turning into sparks that couldn't harm Dylan in the distance.

The dragon tamers at the edge of the arena watched this scene with particularly subtle expressions.

An elderly wizard shook his head, his tone full of emotion: "I've dealt with fire dragons for thirty years, and this is the first time I've heard such a roar—this isn't the roar of a ferocious beast, it's clearly the frustrated complaint of someone whose hands and feet are bound."

Charlie Weasley nodded, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Other types of fire dragons, like the common Welsh green dragon, occasionally let out similar aggrieved roars after losing a territorial battle. But these two are a Hungarian hornet dragon and a Norwegian spinal dragon, and the strongest female fire dragons at that! They're incredibly fierce; even when injured, they only become more ferocious. Getting them to utter such a frustrated sound is harder than getting a fire dragon to admit defeat."

"Well, anyway, we've certainly had an eye-opening day." The older wizard sighed, his tone tinged with relief. "At least the scales of these two fire dragons haven't been seriously damaged again—I was worried that the rock spear would tear open large areas of their scales, but it seems that while Dylan's Barrier Charm restricted the fire dragons, it didn't cause any additional damage. Our subsequent treatment work will be much easier."

Not only the dragon tamers, but also the students in the stands keenly noticed the unusual roar of the fire dragon.

Tyrebault of Ravenclaw adjusted his glasses, looked at the fiery dragon writhing restlessly in mid-air, and stroked his chin, saying, "I read in a book before that dragons are the proudest magical creatures. Even when cornered, they will fight to the death and never show weakness. Now it seems that the book's description was too conservative—when faced with an opponent like Dylan who can precisely restrain them, even the proudest dragon will be forced to show its humiliating side."

His classmates around him nodded in agreement.

Everyone originally thought that the scene of one person fighting against two fire dragons would be a bloody battle.

But no one expected that Dylan would use an almost "gentle" method, through layers of obstacle spells, to trap the two ferocious fire dragons so that they could not move and without causing serious damage!

This tactic of "subduing the enemy without fighting" is even more shocking than directly defeating the fire dragon!
Meanwhile, Dylan, using the platform built from the red "bricks," was gradually approaching the golden egg in the center of the arena.

The hovering fire dragon was still roaring, but it could no longer pose a threat to him.

The cat and leopard next to the golden egg seemed to be attracted by the commotion in mid-air, looking up at the fire dragon, not yet noticing Dylan approaching.

The perfect time to seize the golden egg has quietly arrived.

"So magic can be combined like this..." Ravenclaw's Chrismoon looked at the platform made of red "bricks" in the arena, couldn't help but draw his wand, gently stroking the shaft with his fingers, his eyes full of eagerness, "As expected of Dylan, he can actually play with basic magic in so many ways!"

“I advise you not to try it lightly.” Anthony Goldstein, standing next to him, quickly reached out to stop him and pointed towards the stands where the Gryffindor students were. “You’ll see over there—someone has already tried it for us.”

Chris looked in the direction he was pointing and saw that the Gryffindor area was in chaos.

Several chairs were overturned on the ground, and many students lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, while others rubbed their sore arms and complained quietly.

Just then, an orange tabby cat jumped out from the crowd, and as it landed, its body gradually grew larger, reverting to Professor McGonagall's serious appearance.

With her hands on her hips, she swept her sharp gaze across the chaotic students and said sternly, "Anyone who dares to cast spells in the stands again will have fifty points deducted from their Gryffindor score!"

"See?" Anthony shrugged, his tone tinged with relief. "Just now, some Gryffindor students thought Dylan's magic was cool, so they tried to build a platform in the stands using obstacle charms. They didn't control the magic's intensity well, and not only did they fall, but they also bumped into the people next to them, attracting Professor McGonagall's attention."

Chris quickly put away his wand and coughed awkwardly a few times: "Well... never mind! We don't want to cause Professor Flitwick any trouble; Ravenclaw's grades can't afford to be deducted."

Their discussion was quickly drowned out by the commotion in the center of the arena.

The two fire dragons in mid-air had clearly realized that they could not move after their wings were restricted, so they had to give up the idea of ​​taking off.

They twisted their bodies restlessly, their sharp dragon claws flapping aimlessly in the air, but they could never touch those red "bricks"—clearly, this "visible but untouchable" constraint made them even angrier.

Soon, the two fire dragons seemed to have reached a tacit agreement—since claw attacks and tail whips were useless, they would use the most direct dragon breath attack.

They simultaneously opened their gaping maws, sparks flying from their nostrils, and a low roar emanated from their throats, as two streams of scorching dragon breath instantly spewed out.

A deep blue and an orange-red streak, like two angry fire serpents, rushed towards Dylan.

“Oh! After the wings of the two fire dragons were restricted, they were forced to…” Ludobagman explained along the lines of thought, but halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized something was wrong and his tone abruptly stopped.

He frowned, his mind racing—the word "forced" was always used to describe warriors.

For example, a warrior from an academy was forced to abandon the trial because he was unable to withstand the ferocity of the dragon.

But now, he's actually using "forced" to describe the fire dragon's actions?
This completely overturned his understanding of the "Warriors vs. Dragons" matchup mode!!
The dragon won't wait for Ludo to sort out his thoughts.

The two dragon breaths converged in the air, and the temperature instantly rose. The red "bricks" along the way were heated to a slight heat and rushed to Dylan in the blink of an eye.

This time, Dylan did not use the Barrier Charm to defend as before, nor did he use the Knockback Charm to dodge.

He stood firmly on the red platform, raised his wand, and thrust it fiercely at the oncoming dragon breath. The dragon breath instantly erupted with dazzling flames, causing the spectators in the stands to squint.

Even knowing that Dylan was incredibly strong, many people still clenched their fists and felt their hearts leap into their throats.

No one expected that he would choose to confront the dragon's breath head-on.

"Boom—!" A deafening roar, like an explosion, echoed through the arena.

Immediately afterwards, countless white water vapors gushed out from where Dylan was, spreading rapidly like a thick fog and instantly completely concealing his figure.

The rising steam continued to spread upwards, not only obscuring the fire dragon in mid-air, but also shrouding the upper part of the arena in thick white fog, where only the flickering firelight and blurry shadows could be vaguely seen.

Ludobagman finally snapped out of his shock. Pointing at the white mist, his voice was filled with disbelief: "My God! Dylan Hawkwood... he's using a water-making spell to fight the fire dragon's breath?! A direct clash between water and fire! He actually dared to use such a risky method!! My God—!!!"

His brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to see through the mist, but the thick white fog acted as a barrier, making it impossible to see anything.

"Isn't this method too dangerous? If the water-creating spell's intensity can't keep up with the dragon's breath temperature, the water will evaporate instantly, and Dylan will be directly exposed to the dragon's breath!"

Just as Ludo was anxiously speculating about what was happening inside, Dumbledore, sitting on the referee's bench, suddenly spoke up, his tone calm but carrying a hint of warning: "Mr. Bagman, please be aware of your surroundings—the moisture is spreading rapidly, and the arena floor is already starting to flood."

Ludo looked down and noticed that a thin layer of water had formed on the ground at the edge of the arena, and the moisture was spreading towards the stands.

He quickly grabbed his wand and shouted into the microphone, "Attention, front row audience! The water vapor is quite hot, and water is starting to accumulate on the ground. Please take a step back to avoid slipping or getting burned!"

At this moment, in the center of the arena, water vapor and firelight were still intertwined, and no one knew what was going on inside—whether Dylan's water-making spell suppressed the dragon's breath, or whether the dragon's breath broke through the water's defense.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the white mist, awaiting the final result.

“Around us…” Upon hearing Dumbledore’s reminder, Ludo Bagman quickly composed himself, shifting his gaze from the white mist to the surroundings of the arena.

He quickly noticed the anomaly, his voice rising instantly with a hint of surprise: "Look! Those red 'bricks' constructed from barrier spells—they're actually moving!"

The audience looked in the direction he pointed and saw the red obstacle in mid-air moving slowly.

The originally scattered "bricks" gradually gathered together, some moving closer to the sides of the fire dragon's wings, while others were pieced together below them, forming a tighter encirclement.

"What is Dylan going to do? What is he going to do?" Ludo frowned, his voice full of doubt. "This wretched moisture! It's blocking all our view!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the moisture in the room underwent a strange change.

The white mist that was originally floating in the air seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gathering towards the east side of the arena and gradually condensing into clusters of dark gray clouds.

The dark clouds gathered thicker and thicker, soon obscuring the sunlight overhead.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops poured down from the dark clouds, hitting the ground with a pattering sound, instantly forming a shallow puddle in the center of the arena.

At this moment, the red obstacles finally finished moving.

They surrounded the two fire dragons, forming a cylindrical prison, the red halo standing out prominently under the rain.

The two fire dragons were firmly trapped in the center, unable to spread their wings or touch any obstacles with their claws. They could only turn their heads in vain, unable to even exhale their dragon breath.

Because the barrier at the top of the cage had been closed, forming a completely enclosed space.

Ludobagman blinked and suddenly noticed a detail.

The color of those red obstacles seemed to have deepened considerably, changing from pale red to almost crimson.

"I get it!" He slapped his thigh, his voice filled with sudden realization. "Although the high temperature of the dragon's breath can bake the barrier even redder, it cannot destroy the structure of the barrier spell! Now these two fire dragons are completely imprisoned in the 'cage' constructed by the barrier spell, and they can hardly even move!"

Looking at the fire dragons that had stopped roaring, his tone became much more relaxed: "Look! Now both fire dragons have calmed down! Next, Dylan only needs to go around the cat and leopard next to the golden egg to easily complete the first test! This is simply the easiest 'finishing' I've ever seen!"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore, sitting on the referee's bench, smiled and gently shook his head, offering no explanation.

Ludobagman didn't notice this detail, but the trapped fire dragon felt it very clearly.

They could clearly sense that the surrounding red obstacles were constantly emitting faint heat, and the darker the color, the more obvious the heat.

If this heat continues to intensify, they will likely be "roasted" alive inside, far from the "peaceful" state Ludo described, but rather forced to restrain their temper!
Just then, Ludo's gaze was drawn to another scene.

He saw that Dylan had landed smoothly on the ground with the help of the obstacle "cage".

Meanwhile, the dark cloud in the distance has also undergone a new change.

The torrential rain suddenly stopped, and then, fluffy snowflakes drifted down from the dark clouds, instantly covering the arena with a thin layer of white frost.

"My God! What kind of magic is this?" Ludo Bagman's voice was full of amazement. "From torrential rain to heavy snow, it only took less than half a minute! Dylan Hawkwood has demonstrated his ultimate understanding of magic!"

"This ability to precisely control the weather is something even wizards in the Meteorology Department of the Ministry of Magic might not be able to achieve!"

His gaze shifted to the edge of the arena, and he instantly understood Dylan's intention.

The cat and leopard that were originally lurking near the golden egg are now curled up behind a rock, their fur standing on end from the cold, and even their tails are pressed tightly against their sides.

Even as Dylan approached the golden egg step by step, it merely stared at it warily, showing no intention of launching an attack.

Clearly, this sudden blizzard rendered the cats and leopards, accustomed to warmer environments, completely incapacitated.

"So that's it! That's Dylan's real purpose!" Ludobagman waved his arms excitedly, his voice full of admiration. "He used magic to create a blizzard, which not only lowers the ground temperature but also restrains the cat-leopard's movements! These magical creatures, cat-leopards, are most afraid of cold weather. This is simply a perfect strategy that kills two birds with one stone!"

The spectators in the stands also exclaimed in admiration.

No one expected that this seemingly difficult "one-man battle against two fire dragons" would end in such a clever way.

There was no bloody battle, no thrilling evasion; all threats were easily resolved with just a few simple combinations of magic!
Magic? You can do this?

Good heavens, is this really just a student who is still in school?
He's probably even better than some professors at many magic schools!
All eyes were on Dylan as he walked step by step toward the golden egg, awaiting the moment of final victory.

(End of this chapter)