Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly turned ugly, his hands gripped the tablecloth tightly, his body began to convulse uncontrollably, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ron was the first to notice something was wrong, and stood up in surprise, trying to help him.

"I feel... I feel so hot all over, like I'm on fire..." Ximo managed to utter a sentence, his body convulsing more and more violently. With a swing of his arm, he accidentally swept all the plates and bowls of porridge on the table onto the floor.

The sound of the porcelain plate shattering was particularly jarring in the quiet auditorium, attracting the attention of many.

To make matters worse, Simo himself fell off the bench, curling up into a ball and rolling around on the ground, his hands pounding his clothes as if trying to extinguish a fire, his expression one of utter agony.

"Oh no!" Harry suddenly realized, his gaze immediately turning to Snape at the teachers' table, and he said excitedly, "It must be Snape's doing!"

at this time.

A soft sound.

A colorful object flew out of Simo's pocket and shot towards the teachers' table in the distance like an arrow.

Ron and Harry didn't have time to look at what it was; saving Seamus was the most important thing right now.

However, at that moment, a violent explosion came from the teachers' table in the distance, accompanied by billowing smoke, and Karkarov's panicked shouts could be faintly heard.

"Make it disappear! Make it vanish!"

Clearly, the magical fireworks that had just flown by exploded there.

"Quick, help me get him up!" Ron forcefully helped Seamus sit up from the ground.

A few minutes later, Simo's convulsions gradually stopped, the cold sweat on his forehead slowly dried up, and his breathing became steady.

He was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, but his spirits were noticeably better.

With Harry and Ron's help, he sat back down on the bench.

Simo felt around in his pocket to check if the magic fireworks were still there, but as soon as he reached in, his expression changed drastically: "Oh no! Where are my magic fireworks? They were just in my pocket!"

“I think…it should be there.”

Harry raised his hand and pointed helplessly in the direction of the teachers' table.

At that moment, a cloud of gray smoke filled the area, and Karkarov's painful voice could be faintly heard, clearly still recovering from the explosion.

Ron looked in the direction Harry was pointing, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He asked with a hint of anticipation, "Hey? Did you guys hear Snape's voice? With that huge explosion, if he wasn't alright, he'd definitely be yelling at everyone, right?"

Ron's words were like a light suddenly lit, reminding Harry, who was still focused on the teachers' table.

He took a few steps forward, deliberately making his footsteps light, and strained his ears to hear what was happening over there.

After all, if Snape were truly injured, he would have reacted immediately, but now all we hear is Karkaroff's groans, which is quite unusual.

Sure enough, Snape's voice came from afar, but it was too far away and mixed with the faint sound of smoke spreading, so Harry only vaguely heard a few words. In the end, only the three words "Gryffindor" clearly reached his ears.

The sentence structure made his heart tighten; it was so familiar it made him uneasy.

Whenever Snape was about to deduct points, he would always mention the house name in a similar tone.

Before Harry could think it through, Snape's next words came clearly: "A sudden whirlwind!"

This is the standard spell for the Whirlwind Spell; Harry has heard it several times in magic class and would never mistake it.

The moment the spell was cast, a small vortex suddenly appeared above the teachers' table, shimmering with a faint gray magical aura.

The smoke and dust that had been lingering there seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, rapidly converging towards the cyclone. In just a few seconds, it was sucked into a thin, long trail of smoke and dust. Then, the cyclone carried the smoke and dust straight out of the auditorium, drifting through the open windows towards the distant Forbidden Forest.

As the smoke cleared, the situation at the teachers' long table was finally clearly revealed to everyone.

Snape stood there, his iconic black robes still perfectly smooth and wrinkle-free, as black as new. His face was spotless, and even the strands of hair that usually hung down in front of his forehead remained as neat as ever, clearly unaffected by the damage.

In stark contrast to him was Karkarov standing beside him.

The Durmstrang principal was in a terrible state, slumped on the ground, barely able to sit up by supporting himself against the wall. His magnificent silk robe was torn to shreds and covered in charred marks, revealing a similarly dusty shirt underneath. Most of his meticulously groomed silver-white goatee had been blown off, leaving only a small tuft of curly hair on his chin. His face was covered in soot, and even a lens of his glasses was shattered. He looked both miserable and comical.

Even more bizarrely, the range of the magical fireworks seemed to be precisely controlled; apart from Karkaroff and the chair he was sitting in, everything around him was perfectly intact.

Especially the long teacher's table in front of him, the surface of which was smooth and clean, without a single scratch, obviously had been protected by a protective spell in advance to avoid the impact of the fireworks.

“Looks like I was wrong earlier…” Ron sighed as he looked at Karkaroff’s miserable state, his tone complicated. “This isn’t some special relationship, it’s clearly a terrible one. Otherwise, why would Snape just stand by and watch him get blown up like this without even casting a protective charm?”

"No, I have to leave right now!" Simo suddenly blurted out, his face full of panic.

He didn't care about the broken magic fireworks he'd only bought a short time ago, nor did he bother brushing the dust off his clothes. He got up and ran towards the Great Hall entrance, his steps so light that you couldn't tell he'd been writhing in pain on the ground just minutes before. Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

"Let's leave quickly, or we'll definitely get into trouble if we stay any longer."

As Ron spoke, he quickly grabbed a few pieces of whole-wheat bread from the plate and stuffed them into his pocket. After all, he hadn't finished his breakfast yet, and if Snape stopped him, he probably wouldn't even be able to eat in peace.

Harry quickly grabbed his backpack as well. Unlike Seamus, who panicked and ran aimlessly, the two of them tried to remain calm and walked briskly toward the entrance of the Great Hall.

As they passed the corner where the House Cup hourglass was placed, they glanced at it subconsciously and were stunned. The number of rubies in the Gryffindor hourglass had decreased significantly compared to before, visibly reduced to a considerable extent.

“At least two hundred points were deducted, no, it could be three hundred!” Harry said with a frown and a certainty.

Having been in Gryffindor for so long, he and Ron were already very familiar with Snape's point deduction criteria; such a large reduction must be several hundred points.

Only then did he fully understand why Smoke and Lisnepp had mentioned "Gryffindor" earlier.

This wasn't casual conversation at all; they were taking advantage of the chaos to deduct points from Gryffindor!
The two had only run a few steps out of the auditorium when they saw a brightly colored tabby cat slowly walk into the auditorium.

The cat walked gracefully toward the Gryffindor table. When it reached a secluded corner, its body suddenly stretched and transformed, instantly reverting to Professor McGonagall's appearance, still wearing her signature green plaid robe.

Professor McGonagall had barely steadied herself when she saw Snape and Karkaroff walking toward her.

Karkarov had lost consciousness, his eyes were closed, and his face was pale.

Snape used magic to levitate him in mid-air, like manipulating a puppet. Karkaroff's wrists, neck, and knees seemed to be pulled by invisible ropes, assuming a stiff and strange posture, with only his toes occasionally touching the ground, making him look very eerie.

Professor McGonagall looked at the disheveled Karkaroff, who was suspended in mid-air, with a surprised expression. She quickly asked, "Severus, what happened to Mr. Karkaroff? How did he get like this?"

"It's nothing, just a little accident."

Snape's lips curled into a faint, cold smile, his tone as flat as if he were talking about a trivial matter, "Three Gryffindor students attempted to attack visiting guests with magical fireworks. Fortunately, I stopped them in time, preventing more serious consequences."

Upon hearing these distorted facts, Professor McGonagall's eyebrows shot up instantly, her eyes filled with disbelief. She knew Gryffindor students all too well; although they were occasionally mischievous, they would never do something like attacking a VIP.

“I’ve already punished them. Do you see the change in the hourglass?” Snape, completely ignoring Professor McGonagall’s expression, continued, “Those three students, all deducted one hundred points, Gryffindor’s total deduction of three hundred points. I think this is a necessary measure to teach them a lesson and prevent them from making similar mistakes in the future.”

Professor McGonagall followed his gaze to the hourglass. When she saw that Gryffindor's hourglass was almost empty, her face instantly darkened. Her lips moved as if she wanted to refute him, but she couldn't find any evidence for the time being, so she could only sigh helplessly.

"..." Professor McGonagall looked at Snape's indifferent expression, her tone full of helplessness. She shook her head slightly, turned her gaze back to Karkaroff, who was floating in the air, and asked with concern, "So, how is Mr. Karkaroff now? Should we contact Mrs. Pomfrey at the university hospital immediately?"

"I plan to take him to the school hospital for a check-up first, to see if there are any hidden injuries," Snape said calmly, his gaze sweeping over Karkaroff's remaining goatee, a barely perceptible sneer playing at the corner of his mouth. "But in my opinion, what Mr. Karkaroff needs most right now might not be medicine for external injuries, but a bottle of hair growth tonic—oh, no, I should say beard growth tonic, since his once-proud beard is now a sorry sight."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes slightly and followed Snape's gaze to Karkaroff's chin.

It was only then that she noticed that Karkaroff's once thick goatee was almost completely destroyed, with only a small tuft of hair sticking to his chin, a stark contrast to his usual refined appearance.

She subconsciously pursed her lips tightly, her shoulders twitching slightly, clearly trying to suppress her laughter. After all, the other party was a distinguished guest, and it would be inappropriate to laugh in such an occasion.

Snape seemed to have grown tired of the conversation and, too lazy to continue dealing with Professor McGonagall, flicked his wand upwards slightly.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Karkaroff, who was suspended in mid-air, stiffly turned around and followed Snape, slowly moving towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

Snape walked away calmly, completely ignoring Karkaroff, who was like a puppet behind him, and soon disappeared at the entrance of the Great Hall.

Professor McGonagall watched the two leave, let out a soft sigh, turned to Hermione who was still standing by the long table, and asked in a serious tone, "Hermione, you've been here the whole time, you should know what just happened, right? What attack?"

Hermione stepped forward and explained everything that had just happened in an orderly manner, from Seamus buying the magic fireworks with Fred and George, to Seamus suddenly developing symptoms of fever and convulsions, and finally the magic fireworks accidentally flying towards the teacher's table and causing an explosion, leaving out every detail.

"You mean, Seamus's sudden convulsions were likely due to poisoning? And Snape not only didn't help, but also deducted three hundred points from Gryffindor in the chaos?" Professor McGonagall's voice involuntarily rose a few decibels upon hearing this, her eyes filled with shock and anger. "And then Harry, Ron, and Seamus all ran away because they were afraid of being held accountable by Snape?"

Hermione nodded slightly, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Yes, Seamus was in a very urgent situation at the time, and Harry and Ron were worried that if they stayed any longer they would be harassed by Snape. After all, as you know, Professor Snape has always been... rather strict with Gryffindor students."

Professor McGonagall sighed heavily, her brows furrowing deeply. "They were too impulsive. They shouldn't have left so easily! Snape is always good at twisting the truth. Without evidence, there's no way to refute his accusations."

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the messy long table and the broken porcelain plates on the floor, her face full of anxiety.

Gryffindor's points were already reduced due to the previous incident, and now they have lost another 300 points, making it even more difficult for them to turn things around in the House Cup competition!
Meanwhile, deep within Hogwarts Castle, in a secret room, Barty Crouch Jr. stood in the doorway, clutching a thick stack of parchment tightly in his hands.

He first took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, trying to calm his inner tension and awe. Only when his expression returned to calm did he slowly raise his hand and gently knock on the heavy wooden door.

"Knock knock knock—" The knocking sound was particularly clear in the quiet, secret room, carrying a hint of caution.

A moment later, a cold, piercing voice came from inside the room, devoid of any warmth but exuding an undeniable authority: "Come in."

Barty Crouch Jr. pushed open the door, bowed, and went inside.

The chamber was dimly lit, with only a silver meditation basin on the central stone table emitting a faint glow. (End of Chapter)