Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Harry couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he looked at Ludo Bagman's current state—he could almost picture Ludo Bagman's days at Hogwarts. Judging from his awe of Madam Pomfrey, he probably had been injured in Quidditch matches and visited the school hospital many times, receiving Madam Pomfrey's "special care" and advice.

"Since it's an important announcement, hurry up and say it!" Madam Pomfrey's tone softened slightly when she saw Ludobagman's sincere attitude. "Now that you're the Director of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be more careful in your actions and not be as impulsive as you were when you were in school."

"Okay, okay!" Ludobagman nodded quickly and walked to the center of the school hospital, trying to make his voice reach every bedside. "Warriors, I'm here to tell you two things—first, your scores in the second event and your current total scores; second, the date of the third event."

He took a rolled-up parchment from his pocket, unrolled it, cleared his throat, and began to read: "After final confirmation by the judging panel, your scores in the second event have been determined—Dylan Hawkwood, the Hogwarts trio, and the Beauxbatons warriors have all successfully completed the test, so they have the same score of seventy points."

"The Hogwarts trio needs to have their average score calculated, plus the score from the first task. Your current total score is 132. The Beauxbatons warriors, plus the score from the first task, have a total score of 122. Finally, the Durmstrang warriors, with 44 points from the second task, have a total score of 89."

After reading out the scores, Ludobagman paused and continued, "We have already set the date for the third project: the evening of June 24th—the day the original academic year exams were scheduled to end. This will give everyone enough time to prepare. As for the specific details of the third project, we will officially inform you on May 24th, which is about two months from now, to give you ample time to prepare."

“Mrs. Pomfrey, I have finished speaking, so I won’t disturb everyone’s rest any longer!” Ludobagman said, waving respectfully to Mrs. Pomfrey. Then, as if afraid of being left behind, he shrank back and quickly slipped out of the school hospital, afraid of being “educated” by Mrs. Pomfrey again.

Not long after Ludobagman left, a steady stream of students arrived at the entrance of the school hospital. They were all aware of Madam Pomfrey's rules and did not rush in to disturb them. Instead, they stayed obediently outside the door, occasionally peeking cautiously inside to check on the warriors' condition. As more and more students arrived, Madam Pomfrey roughly guessed what they were thinking.

She shook her head helplessly, took her wand, and walked to each warrior's bedside in turn. She used magic to give them a full examination. After the examination, she put away her wand and said, "Your bodies are fine. It's mainly that you've exhausted your physical and mental strength. You'll recover after a little rest. You can go back now. It's okay to have some fun with your classmates at noon, but you must get some rest early tonight and not stay up late."

"Great!" The students cheered as soon as they heard that Madam Pomfrey had agreed to let them leave. A Gryffindor student wearing glasses spoke first, "You must all be hungry, right? Come with us to the Great Hall! We've prepared a celebration for you in advance, with lots of delicious food!"

Surrounded by students, the warriors walked toward the auditorium. Before they even got close, they could hear bursts of laughter and chatter coming from inside, and the aroma of various foods wafted over on the breeze—the scent of roast chicken, the sweetness of cake, and the fragrance of juice, all mixed together, making their mouths water.

Upon entering the auditorium, the warriors were stunned by the sight before them. The four long tables of the academy were piled high with all kinds of food. Roasted turkey, roasted sausages, and stews were piled up like small mountains. Countless desserts and candies were also placed next to them, including chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, syrup pies, and even large jars of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

When the students who were eating and drinking saw the warriors enter, they immediately put down their utensils and swarmed around them, crowding them to their respective college's long tables.

Some people offered food, some poured drinks, and others excitedly inquired about their experiences at the bottom of the lake, instantly turning the entire auditorium into a sea of ​​joy.

As the warriors enjoyed the praise from their classmates and the delicious food, they couldn't help but recall what Dylan Hawkwood had said after the Goblet of Fire selection: "The Triwizard Tournament of yesteryear was not just a competition to determine the winner, but also an excellent way for wizards to connect and exchange magic. I hope that during the competition, everyone can learn from each other and discuss magic, rather than just competing for the championship."

Meanwhile, Gavrielgrim of the Oak Arrow Broom Company spent a midday at Hogwarts Castle, where he specifically sought out Dylan to discuss in detail the cooperation regarding the curtain, including magical improvements to the curtain, production plans, and subsequent promotional strategies.

After receiving a definite answer from Dylan regarding cooperation, Gabriel Grimm left Hogwarts satisfied, eager to return and advance the project.

The wind on the lake, carrying moisture, rustled through the grass on the shore.

Snape stood still, the hem of his black robe fluttering slightly in the wind. His brows were furrowed, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed his cuffs, clearly extremely impatient with the wait. After a long while, he finally looked up and saw Dumbledore's figure appear on the lake. The white-haired old man did not use any levitation device; instead, he walked steadily towards the shore as if on a smooth staircase. With each step, only tiny ripples appeared on the lake. When he reached the shore, his robes were completely dry, and even his hair was still dry.

"What you want." Snape's voice was as cold as ice on a lake. With a flick of his wrist, a crystal bottle filled with a deep purple liquid flew toward Dumbledore, still faintly warm from the potion.

Dumbledore caught the bottle steadily, pausing slightly as his fingertips touched the bottle's side. He then looked up at Snape, his tone tinged with apology: "Severus, I'm sorry to have troubled you. They no longer need this potion."

"Oh?" Snape's expression darkened further, a hint of mockery flashing in his dark eyes. "It seems those young people have not only changed in appearance, but their magical abilities have also improved? At this rate, perhaps they and Veela could be considered a good match."

This wasn't just unfounded mockery. In the second event of the Triwizard Tournament that morning, Draco's Illumination Charm had a remarkable effect—the light was far more dazzling than the usual Illumination Charm, even directly injuring the eyes of two mermaids. The mermaids had only appeared to assist in the competition, but now they were injured because of "official business." To avoid dissatisfaction from the mermaid tribe and unnecessary conflict, Dumbledore specifically sought out Snape and asked him to brew this potion that could heal the eye injury.

Dumbledore held the potion bottle and gently shook his head, explaining, "It's not that their magical abilities have improved much. In fact, the mermaids' eyes have recovered on their own... As for the reason for the recovery, even they themselves can't explain it, they're just puzzled."

Snape's brow furrowed even more, his fingers unconsciously clenching the corner of his robe. "Draco's Illumination Charm is probably more powerful than many dark spells. How can damage caused by ordinary dark magic heal so easily?" "If there's any drawback to this spell, it's probably that the damage it causes heals extremely quickly, without needing the long healing process of other magical injuries."

Dumbledore added, his tone thoughtful.

“But you’re right, we have to find out whether the merfolk really don’t know the reason for their recovery, or if they’re deliberately hiding it. If it’s the latter, we might be put in a passive position if they do something outrageous in the future.”

“I will remember your reminder, Severus.”

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his white beard swaying gently with the movement. "As for the merfolk, I will observe them carefully and make a cautious judgment, and I will never let any accidents happen."

Snape didn't respond further, not even giving her a second glance. He simply turned around abruptly, his black robes drawing a clean arc in the air, and strode towards the castle. His figure quickly disappeared into the shadows of the trees on the shore.

Watching the direction Snape had left, Dumbledore slowly raised his hand, gently stroking his beard with his fingers. His eyes deepened, and he raised his wand, pressing the tip lightly against his temple. He closed his eyes and began to recall the scene from the morning's match—those overlooked details were now becoming clearer in his mind.

“So that’s how it is… If I had looked more closely back then, I wouldn’t have had to trouble Severus to brew the potion.” Dumbledore murmured softly, his tone tinged with regret. He suddenly remembered that the pair of mermaids who ambushed Harry and his friends at the bottom of the lake that morning were the same two whose eyes had been injured by Draco’s Illumination Charm. And Dylan was also nearby at the time.

“It’s probably Dylan who did something.” Dumbledore’s eyes lit up.

He tightened his grip on the potion bottle, then turned and headed toward the castle. Since the potion was no longer needed, he needed to deal with it properly as soon as possible. At the same time, he also needed to send someone to check on the situation of the mermaid tribe to ensure that there were no hidden problems.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s feet finally touched solid ground again. The cool touch spread up his soles, clearing his muddled consciousness slightly. He braced himself against the edge of the Pensieve, his knuckles turning white from the effort. His eyes were fixed on the constantly swaying silver liquid in the Pensieve. The liquid seemed to still hold fragments of the scene he had just witnessed, flickering before his eyes. The scene presented in the Pensieve was too shocking. His heart was still pounding in his chest, and even his breathing was a little rapid as he tried to completely digest those mind-blowing images.

After a long pause, Little Barty finally spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with disbelief and even trembling slightly: "That Hawkwood... he really could do something like that? He just easily split the Black Lake in two?" He shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion. "But I couldn't understand what he did at all. And the Black Lake's reaction was so strange; the surface was eerily calm, without a single ripple. Was it really split by Hawkwood's magic?"

Voldemort watched Barty's dejected state silently, a barely perceptible hint of regret flashing in his crimson eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice low and cold, carrying an undeniable authority: "Barty, it seems that the years your father imprisoned you have worn away too much of your spirituality. You can't even understand this little magical phenomenon, which is quite disappointing."

Upon hearing Voldemort's words, Barty froze, immediately lowering his head with fear and self-reproach in his voice: "Master, it was my stupidity that prevented me from grasping the key point. I am truly sorry for failing to meet your expectations!"

Voldemort slightly raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so nervous, and then continued, "Barty, I brought you here today so that you could see these things. You need to rediscover the spirituality you once lost and learn more about the unknown secrets of the magical world, instead of remaining closed off like you are now."

“I understand your good intentions, and I have been trying to understand them, but I feel that I have not done enough.”

Barty quickly responded, trying to show Voldemort his efforts.

“You are indeed trying, but that’s not enough.” Voldemort’s voice rose a few decibels, carrying a strong sense of guidance. “You must broaden your horizons and clearly understand that you are completely different from your incompetent father.”

Your father is too short-sighted.

At this point, Voldemort's tone was filled with disdain, "His target is merely that tiny Ministry of Magic, attempting to gain a little power there. But our target is the whole world! This world belongs to powerful wizards; Muggles are utterly unworthy of it!"

Little Barty immediately straightened up and assured him firmly, "Master, please rest assured, I will study even harder and improve my abilities. I will definitely not let you down!"

"You must remember, there is a fundamental difference between wizards and Muggles," Voldemort continued, his words filled with disdain for Muggles. (End of Chapter)