Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

“Uh…” Hermione was speechless for once. She frowned and thought carefully for a moment, but for a moment she didn’t know how to explain it. “I can’t really explain it clearly either. This thing sounds like it’s not simple. It may involve a lot of Muggle’s scientific knowledge, which is beyond my understanding.”

"Haha, who cares!"

As the sightseeing train slowly arrived at the final station, just as everyone was about to get off, a huge mirror suddenly appeared in front of them. In the mirror, a female ghost in a wedding dress slowly emerged, her face pale and her eyes empty.

“Harry, look! This mirror and the ghost bride in it, doesn’t it look just like the Mirror of Erised in Hogwarts?” Ron immediately pointed at the mirror and said.

Harry glanced in the direction Ron was pointing and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes! It's really similar! Especially the feeling of seeing strange images in the mirror, it's exactly the same."

After spending a long time in the dark and oppressive environment, when everyone walked out of the "mad hell" and was bathed in sunlight again, even though the sunlight was already a bit scorching, they felt a different kind of comfort and relaxation. Their tense nerves were completely relaxed, and as they breathed in the fresh air, it was as if the bizarre and eerie atmosphere from before had been dispelled by the sunlight.

Just then, a series of familiar screams came from not far away again. Fred and George immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge artificial mountain standing in the park not far away. A complex roller coaster track was built on the artificial mountain, and a roller coaster was speeding through it. It seemed to be another thrilling attraction.

"I remember now!" George suddenly slapped his forehead, a look of sudden realization on his face, and said excitedly, "There's more than one roller coaster in this park! I completely forgot about that!"

“Fred, why don’t we find a restaurant to get something to eat first?” Alice Longbottom took out an exquisite pocket watch from her handbag, gently opened it and glanced at it, then suggested in a gentle tone, “It’s almost noon now, and it will be afternoon soon. Let’s find a place to rest and replenish our energy before continuing our sightseeing.”

Alice Longbottom's reminder brought the group to their belated realization of their hunger. Having just experienced the roller coaster and Crazy Hell rides, they had exhausted a lot of energy and were now starving.

“That’s a good idea!” Sirius immediately agreed with Alice Longbottom’s suggestion. He patted his stomach and said with a smile, “I’m feeling a bit hungry now. The breakfast I ate this morning has been mostly digested. Let’s find a place to have a good meal first, fill our stomachs, and then we can think about where to go next.”

The park offers a wide variety of attractions, covering a range of types including thrills, relaxation, and sightseeing. While enjoying their meal in the restaurant, the group discussed their upcoming itinerary. Considering that everyone has different interests, some prefer thrilling roller coasters while others prefer more relaxing rides, they decided to split into several groups to find their favorite attractions.

After all, each of them has a detailed bilingual map, and the park staff not only speak French, but most of them can understand and communicate in simple common language, so there is not much of a barrier to communication.

"I really can't take it anymore, I want to ride a roller coaster!" Fred put his binoculars back up and looked into the distance, seemingly searching for the roller coaster tracks and the iconic artificial hill.

Ron turned to Hermione, his eyes filled with curiosity: "Hermione, is it really okay to eat that waffle you just bought without chocolate sauce? Won't it be too bland?"

"Of course you can eat it!" Hermione frowned, her tone serious as she advised, "That waffle already has a lot of sugar in it, it's sweet enough. You should eat less sweets, they're bad for your teeth."

Harry listened to Hermione and Ron's conversation and continued, "I think the iced tea sold in the park tastes pretty good too. It's refreshing with a hint of fruitiness, and it even has a rich, buttery taste, but it's more thirst-quenching than butterbeer. It feels especially suitable for hot summer weather."

“Harry, promise me!” George immediately put his arm around Harry’s shoulder, his expression exaggeratedly earnest, and said, “It’s one thing for Hermione to be led astray by Ron, but you absolutely mustn’t follow him and think about food and drink all the time! We’re an expedition team here to carry out a ‘tracking mission,’ not to stroll through a food street!”

"Huh?" Hermione and Ron turned to look at George at the same time, their eyes full of doubt.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, her tone accusatory: "What do you mean by that? What do you mean I've been led astray by him? Isn't it normal to focus on food?"

George spread his hands dramatically, deliberately tilted his head back and sighed deeply, his tone full of "heartache and indignation": "Look! Our expedition team has fallen apart! Everyone has forgotten the original goal and is focusing on these trivial matters!"

He turned and looked around, trying to recall the markings on the map, then turned and pointed to his right rear: "I remember there's a roller coaster park around here, right? It should be over there, not too far from here."

Fred and George exchanged a glance, a hint of excitement flashing in their eyes, and quickly asked, "Do you want to come along? It's more fun with more people!"

Ron immediately turned to Hermione, his eyes filled with anticipation. Hermione crossed her arms and nodded without hesitation, her tone tinged with a hint of defiance. She straightened her back and added firmly, "Of course I'm going! When I rode the Indian Temple roller coaster before, I just wasn't mentally prepared. I've already ridden flying broomsticks and taken flying lessons at Hogwarts. I'm not afraid of flying at high altitudes, so why would I be afraid of a roller coaster that's fixed on a track? I'm sure I can handle it this time!"

Hermione had said almost the exact same thing while they were queuing that morning, something Ron remembered vividly. This time, however, he said nothing, only silently taking a large bite of his hot dog, more sauce dripping from his lips, a barely perceptible smile in his eyes. The others, of course, didn't mind and all agreed.

After their fun-filled time at the amusement park, the group drove back to Pierre Bonacoud village in Fontainebleau. As night fell, the village was bathed in soft light, and the air was filled with the aroma of food—a sumptuous dinner prepared by the Basques awaited them. This dinner was meticulously prepared to the standards of a full meal, from appetizers, soups, and prawns to main courses, side dishes, desserts, and even accompanying drinks. The entire process was orderly and full of ritual. Although each dish took some time to be served, and the whole meal was quite long, this elaborate way of dining felt particularly novel to those accustomed to simple meals, and they especially cherished this thoughtful touch.

The restaurant was warm and elegantly decorated, with polished wooden tables and chairs, vintage paintings on the walls, and flickering candlelight that cast gentle smiles on everyone's faces. Basque, dressed in a neat apron, moved attentively between the tables and the kitchen, quietly introducing the ingredients and cooking methods with each dish he served, his words filled with a love for food. While Basque prepared the next dish, the conversation naturally returned to the daytime trip to the amusement park.

"What a pity!" Fred put down his fork, his face showing obvious regret, his tone full of resentment. "George and I were planning to try out the remaining thrill rides, but we spent most of our time just queuing, and in the end we didn't have time to ride them all. It's such a shame!"

After the main meal, the Basques served everyone carefully brewed linden flower tea. The warm tea had a light floral fragrance and a sweet and refreshing taste, which was both soothing and refreshing. Everyone sat around the table, slowly sipping their tea and chatting about the interesting things that happened during the day. The fatigue of the journey and the slight embarrassment from earlier gradually dissipated. However, after chatting for a short while, the fatigue of everyone who had been traveling all day began to show, and their eyes became a little sleepy.

Coalball, lying at Dylan's feet, probably sensed the tranquility and exhaustion. He yawned deeply, curled up, buried his head in his paws, and quickly drifted off to sleep, occasionally letting out soft snores that added to the cozy night. For Dylan and his group, the Muggle amusement park was an unprecedented and novel experience. The novelty and excitement were far more exhilarating than ordinary amusement parks. However, as the intense excitement gradually subsided like the receding tide, the fatigue accumulated from a day of fun surged in, even more intense than on any other outing, as if all their strength had been drained by the amusement park rides.

After washing up, Dylan returned to his room feeling refreshed and continued his research.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the glass windows of Pierre Bonacourt's cottage, casting warm dappled patterns. Harry emerged from his room, refreshed and clear-headed. A good night's rest had washed away yesterday's fatigue; his eyes were bright, and his steps were light. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he encountered Ginny, who was coming down. Ginny yawned deeply, and tiny tears welled up in her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering gently. A clear weariness lingered in her eyes, and her steps were somewhat unsteady; she had clearly not slept well the night before. Her signature red hair was casually draped over her shoulders, a few strands falling beside her cheeks, adding to her languid air.

Harry quickly walked over to Ginny, his tone full of natural concern: "Ginny, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night? Or are you feeling unwell?"

"No." The two walked down the stairs side by side.

"So, is there anywhere you'd like to go today?"

"How about... we take a boat?"

“Sure!” Harry nodded without hesitation. He hadn’t actually heard exactly what Ginny was talking about. As they were talking, Sootball, who was lying on the living room sofa, was woken up by their noise. It yawned, stretched, and walked briskly to their side. It first rubbed against Ginny’s trouser leg, then looked up at Harry with its round eyes full of curiosity, as if asking where they were going. Ginny bent down and patted Sootball’s head, her smile widening. “Looks like Sootball wants to come with us too. Let’s go have breakfast, and then we’ll set off!”

Dylan and his group gathered at the restaurant. Sunlight streamed through the windows onto the tableware, making it sparkle. Fred, while taking a big bite of his whole-wheat bread, sat sideways in his chair, gazing at the clear sky outside the window with great interest.

“I suddenly realized something…” he said abruptly, his tone tinged with surprise, “The weather here in France is just too nice! It’s such a pleasant surprise!”

“It seems that’s really the case!” George, sitting in the same posture as Fred, looked out the window and nodded repeatedly in agreement. “Since we came to Pierre Bonacoud, we haven’t seen a single cloud. Every day has been a clear, cloudless day.”

Upon hearing their words, everyone subconsciously recalled the weather conditions during this period. After careful consideration, they realized that Fred and George were indeed right—the sky here always seemed to be clear and bright, without a single cloud in sight, and the sunshine was exceptionally bright.

“Strange…” Ron scratched his messy hair, his brows furrowed, his face full of confusion. “I seem to remember seeing a news report somewhere saying that France has been experiencing continuous rain lately, and the rainfall has been quite heavy.”

“Hmm?” Harry seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly nodded to show his affirmation, saying with a confident tone, “Now that you mention it, I remember it too! I think I saw a related report in a corner of the Daily Prophet before I left for France.”

"Do you remember the 'Azkaban breakout' that happened in England a while ago?" Dylan put down his knife and fork and said calmly, "The Dementors imprisoned in Azkaban all escaped and their whereabouts are still unknown. The Ministry of Magic has been searching for them with all its might."

"I remember now!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, her eyes widening. "Was it the day we left Hogwarts?"

“That day, the Daily Prophet published a very brief response statement, a reply from the English Ministry of Magic to the French Ministry of Magic, and it happened to be about the Dementors!” she added quickly. “At the time, France was experiencing continuous rain, and given the geographical proximity of England and France, the French Ministry of Magic speculated that the escaped Dementors had all migrated to England, causing the persistent rain there.” (End of Chapter)