Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Every year from now on, they will face the responsibilities of work and the struggles of life.

“Perhaps we will have the chance to meet again in the future.” Fleur Dracule straightened her robe, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future, and slowly revealed her plans. “I plan to stay here after graduation and find a suitable job. On the one hand, I can accumulate more practical experience, and on the other hand, I can also improve my English. After all, mastering more languages ​​will always bring more opportunities.”

Just then, Mrs. Maxime’s deep and clear voice called out from afar, indicating that Beauxbatons’ carriage was ready and about to depart.

Upon hearing the call, Fleur Delacour, Adele Lefebvre, and Claudia La Rochefoucauld waved again to Dylan, Luna, Harry, and the others, their faces filled with reluctant smiles, and hurried towards Madam Maxime, their figures quickly blending into the Beauxbatons' group of teachers and students.

The crowd watched as the enormous carriage slowly rose into the air, gradually flying towards the distant horizon, eventually becoming a tiny black dot and disappearing into the azure sky.

Harry gazed in the direction the carriage had gone, his voice tinged with a sense of bewilderment and confusion: "They've all graduated... To be honest, I've never really thought about what I'm going to do after I graduate."

“Harry, aren’t you going to take the OWL exams next year?” Cedric turned around, patted Harry on the shoulder, and gently reminded him, “Regarding career choices after graduation, the school’s professors will provide you with some professional advice and guidance, so don’t be too confused.”

“I remember it should be after the Christmas holidays and the start of the new semester…” He frowned slightly, carefully recalling his experience from back then, “Around that time, the college should post a notice to officially inform you about the arrangements for career guidance.”

"Professors' advice?" Harry asked tentatively, a little nervously. "Is it going to be one-on-one with each professor of every subject? If so, I might be too nervous to speak."

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated.” Cedric shook his head gently and explained patiently, “The main thing is that the deans of each college will provide you with career guidance and give you some targeted advice based on your grades and interests.”

"I remember that the academy would also send out a detailed brochure that listed various common professions in the wizarding world, such as Aurors, healers, Ministry of Magic employees, magizoologists, and so on."

He added, "In addition to the job titles, the flyers also clearly state the OWL exam score requirements for each job. I was particularly impressed by the exceptionally high requirements for the Auror and Healer jobs, where almost all subjects required a score of 'Excellent' or higher."

“Cedric, what about you?” Harry looked at Cedric curiously, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge. “You’re graduating from Hogwarts next year, you must have figured out what you want to do by now, right? Do you have any specific plans?”

“I’ve made up my mind. I want to become a magizoologist after graduation!” Cedric said, turning to look at Dylan beside him with a determined smile. “I’ve had a good talk with my dad, and he agrees with my choice. After graduation, I will apply to work in the Department of Magical Creatures Control at the Ministry of Magic, specializing in the protection and research of magical creatures.”

“A magizoologist!” Harry exclaimed sincerely, his tone full of admiration. “This feels so perfect for you! The first challenge of this Triwizard Tournament was made possible by the detailed information you provided about dragons. It was a huge help to us, otherwise I really wouldn’t know how to handle it.”

“Cedric, you’re going to work for the Ministry of Magic?” Draco raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his voice. “And the Department of Magical Creatures Control? I’ve heard of that department. I’ve heard they have a lot of trivial matters to deal with every day, and they often have to go deep into the Forbidden Forest or other dangerous areas to face all kinds of ferocious magical creatures. This can’t be your father’s request, can it? I don’t believe you would choose such a troublesome job on your own initiative.”

His tone was somewhat teasing, yet also held a hint of curiosity.

“Actually, I was the one who convinced my father.” Cedric shook his head and said frankly, “At first, he wanted me to work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, or some other more respectable and easier department. At that time, I was really confused and didn’t know whether I should listen to my father’s arrangements or stick to what I really wanted to do.”

"Later, I was inspired and thought about it seriously for a long time. In the end, I decided to stick to what I love." His eyes shone with determination. "And for this goal, I have been preparing silently! In last year's OWL exam, I got an 'Excellent' in the Conservation of Magical Creatures course and an 'Excellent' in the Herbalism course. Other related subjects also achieved a good or above."

“My dad finally relented and agreed to my choice after seeing my grades and my persistent attitude.” Cedric smiled, a hint of relief in his voice. “I guess he probably felt that since I could get such good grades in my favorite subject, it meant that I was really interested in and capable of doing this job well. Even if I regretted it later and wanted to change jobs, it wouldn’t be too difficult for me with these solid grades.”

"Whatever makes you happy." Draco shrugged indifferently, his tone seemingly casual but carrying a hint of barely perceptible approval. "If you really want to change jobs in the future, you can contact me anytime. I might be able to help you make some connections. But seriously, with grades of 'Excellent' in both the challenging courses of Protecting Magical Creatures and Herbs, what kind of job can't you find? There's absolutely nothing to worry about."

Cedric laughed and said, "I really want to work in the Department of Magical Creatures Control at the Ministry of Magic. Partly because of my own interest, and partly to relieve some of my father's burden. He has worked at the Ministry of Magic for so many years and it must have been quite tough for him."

The Hogwarts Express slowly started moving, its wheels clanging rhythmically against the rails, carrying the expectant students towards London's King's Cross Station.

Dylan had just settled into his box by the window and put down his backpack when the door was gently pulled open. Harry peeked in, his face showing a mixture of eagerness and curiosity.

"Dylan!" Harry strode over to the seat opposite them, sat down, and said excitedly, "I've been looking for you for ages! By the way, where are you planning to go this summer? Any special plans?"

Looking into Harry's bright eyes, Dylan smiled and replied truthfully, "I do have a definite plan. Madam Maxime extended an invitation to us, so I'll be going to France during the summer vacation, partly to keep the invitation, and partly to experience the magical atmosphere of France."

"You're planning to go to France too!" Harry's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, as if he had found a like-minded companion. "What a coincidence! I just passed by Fred and George's box and went in to ask about their summer plans. I didn't expect they'd been so curious about France for so long, wanting to see how the Magical Joke Shop operates and maybe even find some new magical items." "That makes us four people on our side!" He counted on his fingers, a joyful smile spreading across his face. "I'll go ask Neville and Hannah now if they'd like to come along! If they join us, our trip to France will definitely be even more exciting!"

After saying that, Harry got up and ran out of the private room without waiting for Dylan's response, his steps as light as if he were on a spring.

As soon as Harry left, the door to the box was pushed open again, and Hermione and Ginny walked in.

Hermione spoke first, her tone tinged with surprise: "Dylan, I just heard from Harry that you're planning to go to France this summer? That's a great choice; the wizarding world in France is quite unique."

"Yes, you can consider it too. If you want to go, we can go together. We'll see if we should invite Luna along as well."

Hermione and Ginny exchanged a glance.

"Then let's go ask her."

The two turned and left.

Dylan sat alone in the carriage.

This allowed him to have a relatively ample amount of free time on the Hogwarts Express, freeing him from the distractions of academic matters and allowing him to focus on his magical research and development plans.

Somewhere in England, far from the hustle and bustle of town, only a desolate riverbank stretches silently, the water emitting a pungent stench, the banks piled with rotting debris and scrap metal, the air thick with the lingering smell of mildew and rust.

Suddenly, a crisp "snap" broke the silence. A faint magical aura flashed, and a figure appeared out of thin air on the filthy riverbank. The person was wrapped in an unusually large black cloak. The cloak's fabric was rough and heavy, completely covering the entire body, not even revealing the neck or wrists. The wide hood hung low, and the shadow completely shrouded his face, with only a blurry outline occasionally peeking out from the edge of the hood, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

He seemed to be confirming his location, slightly raising his head, his gaze quickly sweeping across the surroundings from under his hood. His eyes passed over several huge industrial chimneys in the distance—they stood like silent giants under the gray sky, constantly emitting wisps of gray smoke, making the sky even more gloomy. Finally, his gaze locked onto a narrow alley not far away, which led to a dense cluster of dilapidated brick houses that looked utterly ruined.

"This is it," he said in a low voice, hoarse and dry, with a hint of suppressed resentment and urgency.

With a slight twist of his wrist, a slender wand silently slid out from the wide sleeve of his cloak and landed steadily in his palm. The wand's wood was dark and almost blended into the shadows when held in his hand.

"Snape, Snape, humph." After making thorough preparations, he strode quickly toward the brick houses, his steps hurried yet steady, clearly familiar with the route. The brick houses were built extremely densely, almost identical, with no distinguishing features.

The walls were covered with mottled cracks of varying depths, large patches of plaster had peeled off, revealing the dark bricks underneath, and the gaps between the corners and the walls were filled with broken bricks, weeds and damp moss. The whole area was like a forgotten, desolate and cold maze, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

However, the figure moved with unusual decisiveness and without the slightest hesitation. He quickly traversed the maze-like alleyways, turning one narrow bend after another and passing one street corner after another piled with clutter, as if he had already drawn up a precise map in his mind.

When a crooked street sign bearing the words "Spider Tail Alley" came into view, his eyes lit up noticeably. He knew he was getting closer to his destination. Not far away, the several huge chimneys still stood tall, intertwining with the gray sky to form an invisible and awe-inspiring "No Entry" sign.

Most of the brick houses in Spider's End Alley were dilapidated, with many walls collapsed and broken bricks and beams scattered all over the ground, resembling a huge ruin and adding to the desolation. But the figure seemed completely unaffected by the desolate scene. He quickened his pace again and walked straight toward the last relatively intact brick house in the depths of the alley. His steps were firm, like an explorer who was about to discover a treasure, with a determined gleam in his eyes.

Just then, an owl glided across the sky, the sound of its wings flapping clearly audible in the quiet alley. The owl clutched a package tightly in its talons, the wrapping paper printed with a unique pattern.

"Is that a package from Flourish and Blotts?" The figure instantly recognized the packaging, his tone filled with contempt and disdain. "Just because he's a professor at Hogwarts, he lives such a comfortable life. It's despicable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickened his pace again, almost jogging towards the last brick house. A moment later, he finally stopped in front of the house. The wooden door was also dilapidated, with cracked planks covered in scratches and stains. The hinges seemed to be rusted and looked like they could collapse at any moment. He stopped, took a deep breath, bent his fingers, and knocked on the wooden door.

If an unsuspecting Muggle happened to pass by at that moment and saw a figure wrapped up tightly, its face obscured, knocking on a dilapidated wooden door, it would probably think it had encountered a madman, instinctively curse, and flee this eerie area without looking back. But it would not know that if this "madman" heard its curse, a deadly green light would await them, and they would pay the price for their recklessness with their lives without any warning.

A dull knock echoed through the quiet alley, sounding particularly abrupt. After a moment, the door slowly opened a narrow crack, revealing a pale, ashen face with stern features. (End of Chapter)