Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

"For example, height, build, hairstyle, or tone of voice, clothing, etc.? Also, did he mention which area of ​​Paris the antique shops he mentioned were located in?"

Haker closed his eyes, trying hard to recall details related to Hasage. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, and said, "I really can't remember. Hasage looked very ordinary, of medium height, with short hair, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, and his tone of voice was very flat. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about him."

As for the antique shop, he only said he found it in downtown Paris, without specifying its location.

“However…” Haker added, as if suddenly remembering something, “I remember Hassa saying something back then. He said that the owner of that antique shop was a ‘knowledgeable’ person, and that the black match was a ‘historical treasure’ that could make the psychic effects more realistic. Now that I think about it, that ‘knowledgeable’ owner might also be an accomplice of the mastermind, or even the manipulator himself.”

“‘Experts’ and ‘historical treasures’…” Dylan repeated these two keywords, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. “It seems that this antique shop is definitely not simple. It may very well be the secret stronghold of the evil ritual. When I was stripping away the black magic creatures, I mainly focused on the residual energy and physical condition. I neglected the memory aspect. I think I should focus on checking this area to make sure there are no hidden dangers left.”

"Check my memory? How will you do that?" Harker asked with curiosity and anticipation. "Do I need to try hard to recall what happened back then? But I can't remember anything at all. Even if I rack my brains, it's all a blank... Do you mean..."

He paused, swallowing the words he was about to say, his expression hesitant, a hint of shyness and worry in his eyes. "There's another problem. If you were to examine my memories, would you be able to see everything I've done and every thought I've ever had? That would be too much of a loss of privacy..."

“Don’t worry, I won’t pry into all your memories,” Dylan explained patiently, his tone gentle yet firm. “I will use things like this black matchstick and the ‘Lady of Death’ party game, which are related to black magic parasitism, as ‘memory pivots.’ I will only search for memory fragments that are directly related to them, and I will not involve other unrelated personal experiences.”

"Moreover, you can feel it yourself as I explore your memories. You will clearly perceive that the blurry fragments related to matches and party games are slowly becoming clearer, like wiping a dusty window until you can finally see the core image without interfering with other memories."

"I see... then I'm relieved!" Harker breathed a sigh of relief, a calm smile appearing on his face. He closed his eyes and relaxed slightly. "Then let's begin! I also want to know what exactly happened in that forgotten memory."

He showed no resistance whatsoever, remaining calm and cooperative, which made the memory check process exceptionally smooth. Dylan drew his wand, a soft silver light swirling around his fingertips, and gently pointed it at Harker's forehead. The light seeped in slowly like flowing water, causing no discomfort. Luna stood to the side, holding Coalball, intently observing Harker's changing expressions. Coalball nestled quietly in her arms, occasionally nuzzling her arm with its little head, as if cheering Harker on. Wood, on the other hand, stood on tiptoe curiously, trying to see the magic process clearly, his face full of wonder.

A moment later, Dylan slowly withdrew his wand, and the silver light dissipated. Lillian immediately stepped forward, her voice tinged with anxiety, and asked, "Dylan, how is it? Is Harker alright? Is there any way to restore his memories? Will there be any aftereffects?"

“Just as I expected,” Dylan said calmly. “Harkel’s core memories related to the game ‘Lady of Death’ have completely disappeared, as if they were wiped away by magic, leaving no traceable fragments.”

"Completely disappeared?" Lillian's brows furrowed even more as she pressed on anxiously, "Will this have any negative impact on his future life? Will it affect his thinking or emotions?"

“It won’t have a big impact, you don’t need to worry too much.” Dylan shook his head gently and explained with a simple analogy, “The complete disappearance of a small segment of a memory can be seen as a small cut on the skin that was accidentally made. Although it will hurt a little at the time, it will eventually heal slowly, leaving only a shallow scar, and will not affect the overall health.”

"The loss of this memory manifests in the soul as a complete lack of recollection of related events. Like the body, the human soul possesses a powerful self-healing ability. This gap will gradually be filled by other memories, leaving no long-term sequelae and not affecting the person's normal life or thinking ability."

After hearing this explanation, Lillian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry on her face gradually disappeared: "That's good, that's good. As long as it doesn't hurt him, it's okay if he doesn't remember."

After leaving Lillian's apartment, Dylan and Luna didn't head straight to Montmartre. Instead, they detoured back to the amusement park they had visited that afternoon. By then, the sun was setting, and the park was gradually emptying out of visitors. The noisy crowds had faded away, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze. The two strolled slowly along a quiet cobblestone path. The streetlights along the path lit up one by one, casting dappled shadows on the ground with their warm yellow light. Coal jumped down from Luna's arms and strolled ahead, occasionally stopping to sniff the flowers and plants by the roadside.

Dylan had to admit that the mastermind's choice to use "Lady of Death," a popular party game among Muggle youths, as a vessel for dark magic creatures was an extremely clever and insidious one. This game itself was exciting and morbid, widely popular among young people at parties, and unlikely to arouse suspicion. It perfectly concealed the evil ritual within everyday entertainment, making it impossible to guard against. Although he had a good personal relationship with Camille Bonacourt of the French Ministry of Magic, and might be willing to listen if he asked for help, obtaining the full assistance of the French Ministry of Magic would not be achieved through mere friendship. He had to provide the complete "Lady of Death" magical process, including the magical principles, implementation steps, energy sources, and all key information regarding potential dangers, to make the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic truly understand the terrifying crisis hidden behind this seemingly ordinary Muggle game. Only by convincing them with solid evidence could he gain their resources and support—a necessary prerequisite for obtaining official assistance. But Dylan knew very well that this was far from enough. He believed the number of Muggles infected by dark magic creatures was undoubtedly enormous, likely scattered throughout Paris, involving numerous schools and youth circles. Finding each victim individually and removing the dark magic creatures would be an immense undertaking, far exceeding the capacity of the French Ministry of Magic. The Ministry's wizards were limited in number, and dispersing them across the vast city of Paris would be like searching for a needle in a haystack—a task impossible to complete quickly. In fact, delays could lead to more harm. To truly resolve this issue at its root... In times of crisis, the French Ministry of Magic must intervene and contact the Muggle leadership to involve them in the operation. After all, the Muggle leadership controls the administrative system, population information, and public resources of the Muggle world. Only by leveraging their power can the victims be quickly located and brought together. For example, the Muggle leadership could use pretexts such as "health screening" or "centralized training" to gather all the young people who might be infected to one or more designated locations. Then, the Ministry of Magic could send a sufficient number of wizards to uniformly remove the dark magic creatures from their bodies. This would improve efficiency and minimize panic and chaos.

While the idea seems reasonable, its implementation is incredibly difficult. Gathering tens of thousands of students in a single day, or even overnight, is an extremely challenging task. These students come from different schools and families, and are scattered throughout the city. Completing the notification, assembly, and transfer processes in a short period of time is virtually impossible. Not to mention, such a large-scale gathering would inevitably provoke strong questions and resistance from parents—no parent would want their child suddenly gathered in an unfamiliar place without a clear reason. Their worries, anger, and misunderstandings could easily trigger large-scale conflicts, making the situation even more chaotic.

The core challenge lies in explaining the rationale for this concentrated action to the Muggle leadership. If they were told there's a party game where dark magic creatures can parasitize humans, and that their children might already be infected and need to be gathered for magical healing by wizards, this would be considered utterly absurd by Muggles. It would likely be dismissed as a malicious joke or a calculated conspiracy. Muggle officials govern based on science and reason; they cannot comprehend the principles of magic and dark magic creatures, let alone readily believe such absurd claims. They would likely view the Ministry of Magic, which made the suggestion, as a dangerous organization, and would not only refuse to cooperate but might even take countermeasures, escalating tensions between the two sides.

Even if we manage to persuade the Muggle leadership to cooperate, the actual operation will still be fraught with difficulties. These victims parasitized by dark magic creatures are all teenagers, a group with strong rebellious tendencies and a strong sense of autonomy. Coupled with parental obstruction, the difficulty of successfully gathering them together is unimaginable. It is highly likely that many students will refuse to cooperate, or escape or resist during the gathering process, causing the operation to fail completely.

Dylan looked up at the night sky; the moon was gradually rising, casting its cool light.

Witch hunt?
Ha ha.

Interesting.

night.

The commotion at the courtyard entrance grew clearer. Fred, the fastest runner, rushed to Dylan like a gust of wind, his face beaming with barely suppressed anticipation, his eyes sparkling as he pressed, "Dylan, tell us honestly, is something terrible going to happen in Paris? Is some powerful dark magic force behind this?"

Neville stepped out of the crowd, his usual shyness gone. He stood ramrod straight, chest slightly puffed out, his eyes more determined and courageous than ever before. He spoke clearly and forcefully: "Dylan, if it's time to fight, I'm ready! After so many trials, I'm no longer the cowardly Neville I used to be. I can protect myself and contribute to everyone!"

“I can help too!” Hannah stood close to Neville. Although her voice wasn’t as loud as Neville’s, it carried an undeniable determination. She unconsciously clenched her small fist, her knuckles turning slightly white. “I brought a lot of specially made magic seeds with me. They’re in my pocket. They can be used in crucial moments, such as creating barriers or releasing paralyzing spores!”

"Shouldn't we move out right away?" Harry strode forward, his face beaming with eager anticipation, his right hand gripping his wand tightly. Ron followed closely behind, his own wand already in hand, even unconsciously assuming a preparatory stance before casting a spell. He said urgently, "I'm ready too! I'm familiar with Fred and George's magical items as well. We'll work perfectly together, and no matter how strong the enemy is, we can handle them!"

Ginny stood beside Ron with her arms crossed, her eyes sharp and resolute, her tone firm and decisive: "Count me in! How can we fight dark magic without me? I'm not afraid of those lurking in the shadows!"

“If things really escalate, it could even trigger a full-blown conflict between Muggles and wizards…” Hermione’s brows furrowed, her expression extremely grave. She unconsciously twirled a strand of brown hair behind her ear, twisting it repeatedly between her fingers. Her lips moved rapidly and silently, clearly analyzing every possible detail and possible response. “Shouldn’t we contact the International Confederation of Wizards first?”

She paused, then her speech quickened, her tone becoming increasingly urgent.

"Isn't Headmaster Dumbledore the president of the Federation? And there are so many experienced Ministers of Magic; they have more resources and power, and they can certainly solve problems better... What I mean is, our strength alone might not be enough; we need stronger official support." (End of Chapter)