Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 275, Section 273: The Unquenchable Demonic Flame – The Fiery Curse (Seeking monthly votes)

Among all magic spells, only one can be called an inextinguishable demonic fire—the Fiendfire spell.

This is the most powerful magical flame in the magical world, capable of burning everything. There is nothing it cannot burn, not even water, the nemesis of fire.

Furthermore, the Fiery Blaze will become increasingly powerful as it burns.

This is a very typical example of black magic.

In the records of the Ministry of Magic, it is even recorded as the second most powerful form of dark magic after the three Unforgivable Curses.

It's not that the Fiery Curse is less powerful than the Soul-Stealing Curse, the Heart-Rending Curse, or the Death-Taking Curse; it's just that the Fiery Curse's damage is direct and hard-hitting, unlike the Soul-Stealing Curse which is unpredictable, the Heart-Rending Curse which torments the body, and the Death-Taking Curse which has the characteristic of instant death.

In terms of sheer complexity of learning, the Fiendfire Curse is far less complex than Occlumency or the Patronus Charm. Simply summoning Fiendfire isn't particularly difficult; Dudley himself can summon Fiendfire.

The two old wizards, Pipilu and Luxixi, also know the Fiendfyre spell, but they are not good at controlling it.

The most difficult part of the Fiendfire Curse is controlling it.

The ability to control the trajectory of Fiendfire is a hallmark of a powerful dark wizard.

Simply summoning Fiendfire could very well result in being harmed by the Fiendfire Curse.

This magic doesn't discriminate between friend and foe; it won't show mercy just because you're the caster.

The first one to be burned to death if one is not careful is the wizard who summoned the Fiery Blaze.

Such examples are commonplace in the wizarding world; they are a very common phenomenon.

For professional matters, you should find professionals. Who knows more about dark magic than a Death Eater?

Of course, that's not entirely accurate either.

In Dudley's memory, there was one person who could master the Fiendfire spell to an art form; he was the true master of the Fiendfire spell in existence.

Unfortunately, Dali couldn't guarantee that the other party would be willing to teach him.

As a second choice, Professor Moody is the most suitable candidate.

"An inextinguishable demonic flame? Very well, kid, you've come to the right person."

Just as Dudley had predicted, Moody readily agreed.

"I have fought against dark wizards who use the Fiendfyre spell many times, so I have some experience with this spell."

"I shouldn't normally teach you such dangerous magic, but since you've become a champion of Hogwarts, you might have to face this curse in the near future."

"Then prepare to undergo grueling training. I can teach you on the first night of every weekend."

Moody took a sip from the murky liquid tucked into his waistband, and a unique, refreshing scent of potion wafted into Dudley's nostrils.

Ah, it tastes like compound decoction.

Moody, leaning on his cane, hadn't gone far when he suddenly turned around: "By the way, call Harry when you come. As a fellow Hogwarts hero, I think he should learn some techniques for dealing with dark wizards."

That last sentence is the key point.

On Saturday, after completing their morning exercises, Dudley and Harry arrived early at Professor Moody's dormitory.

Compared to Dumbledore's headmaster's office, Moody's dormitory was much smaller and much simpler. Unlike Lockhart, who hung his portrait all over the room, or Quirrell, who grew a bunch of garlic in his dormitory, or Lupin, who kept dangerous dark magical creatures in his room.

Aside from a few clothes hanging there, there was only a crucible, a teapot, a few teacups, and a few other items.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the huge metal box placed next to the bed.

It was locked with a big padlock, looking very mysterious, and no one knew what was inside.

"Very good, it seems you all value this learning opportunity."

Seeing that Dudley's gaze lingered on the large box as soon as he entered the room, the two men were first called out to, successfully attracting Dudley's attention. After taking a swig of water from his water bottle, the man beckoned the two men to come to him: "What are you waiting for? Come here, come over here."

Seeing that the two students were a head taller than him, Moody silently took a few steps back so that he wouldn't have to look up to talk to them before continuing to speak.

"I imagine you've all heard the incantation for the Fiendfyre spell before you came here, but I'll repeat it here."

"Fiendfyre! (The incantation for Fiendfyre is not Fiendfyre; the Chinese version of the incantation is unclear, but the English version actually means Fiendfyre.) This is the incantation for Fiendfyre."

"Got it? Now release it in front of me."

Moody took another swig of water. "One at a time, first one, Harry, you go first."

"Release? Here?"

Harry was visibly taken aback when he heard Moody's words.

This is a Fiery Curse, not some gentle spring water. Aren't you afraid of setting the castle on fire if you use it here?

Noticing Harry's confusion, Moody spoke up, his tone tinged with disdain: "Don't worry, with your abilities you can only summon a tiny wisp of flame at most."

Extend your little finger and pinch the nail plate with your thumb.

Although the Fiery Blaze is said to burn everything, air cannot actually act as its accelerant; that is to say, it cannot burn through the air.

"I don't even need to use a wand; I can destroy it with a breath."

It's true that you study diligently, progress quickly, and have great talent, but can a beginner in dark magic really turn the world upside down?

Moody was unconvinced; dark magic was his most prized possession.

Just like Moody said in his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even if the young wizards in the class cast a Killing Curse on him, he would at most get a nosebleed.

He was very confident in himself, and also very confident in Dudley and Harry.

Can a student possibly be better than a professor?

"But."

Dudley remained silent, but Harry wanted to explain something, only to be interrupted by Moody as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No buts, I said I would release him here."

Seeing Moody's resolute attitude, Harry could only say helplessly.

"All right."

Take out your wand and point the tip at the ceiling, where there is the least clutter.

"Fiendfyre!"

Harry uttered the incantation for the Fiendfyre spell, and as soon as he finished speaking, a fist-sized crimson flame erupted from the tip of his wand, shooting three feet into the air before slamming into the ceiling and instantly igniting it.

The Fiery Curse burns everything; even the most non-flammable materials become accelerants. The moment it touched the ceiling, it spread with incredible speed, and in no time it was burning up the ceiling toward the desk near the wall, seemingly poised to burn the room to the ground in one go.

The fire spread too fast

Moody, who had originally intended to give Harry some pointers, was taken aback by the situation and quickly pulled out his wand, pointing it at the ever-spreading Fiendfire.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

Unfortunately, this spell can only slow down the spread of Fiendfire, but it cannot eliminate the threat of the Fiendfire Curse.

However, as long as it could be delayed, that was enough, and Moody released the spell again.

"The flames have returned to stillness!"

(End of this chapter)