Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 369 The Real Third Project

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If the steam hadn't robbed them of their ability to speak, these normally well-mannered pure-blood nobles would have definitely launched into a tirade—so all their fuss turned out to be that their two most important figures were actually spies planted by the other side? Even Grindelwald, whom they had personally visited at the tower of Nurmengard, was a fake?!

Especially when they saw Barty Crouch Jr., who was also trapped inside the barrier and deprived of his ability to speak, and who was also looking completely bewildered, they became even more furious.

"Now, let me first read out the real rules for the third event of the Triwizard Tournament."

Albus Dumbledore chuckled as countless figures surged out of Durmstrang Castle, its protective barriers now removed. Lady Maxime, Karkaroff, and the somewhat odd-looking Barty Crouch had already returned to their seats, while Moody beside him grinned from ear to ear. He cleared his throat and then announced loudly:

"Currently, all the Death Eaters summoned by Voldemort's resurrection, as well as those criminals who attempted to illegally enter Nurmengard to help hardened criminals escape, have been imprisoned within the barrier and have lost the ability to speak and cast spells. The three warriors' task is to defeat these prisoners, who still possess considerable fighting ability, as many as possible. The score for this round will be calculated based on the number of prisoners defeated, and the champion of this Triwizard Tournament will be determined by the total score of the three rounds."

"Aside from the prohibition against warriors attacking or interfering with each other, there are no restrictions on actions or spellcasting methods in this competition. After all, although they can no longer cast spells and their combat power is greatly weakened, they are still genuine vicious villains, and fighting them still presents considerable danger... But rest assured, Professor Karkaroff and I, along with Mr. Alastor Moody, will act as safety officers to monitor the battle and ensure that the warriors do not actually encounter any life-threatening danger."

"As for the ownership of the targets knocked down in the melee, that will be decided jointly by our four referees after the match, through reviewing the replay... Alright, those are the rules. Now, please welcome our three warriors to the arena and prepare for the match!"

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"It's our turn."

In Durmstrang Castle, inside the principal's office, Avada, who had been sitting in a soft, comfortable chair watching the live stream for a long time, perked up. She forcibly suppressed the lingering surprise in her heart, put down her teacup, jumped off the chair, and turned to look at Krum and Fleur, whose expressions were still somewhat tense.

Just now, in the instant when the teleportation between those ghost ships was disrupted by Barty and his friends' secret door, the three warriors, who already knew the script, naturally used the phoenix feather key they had prepared in advance to teleport out of the ghost ships and land directly in Durmstrang's headmaster's office. Through the fog screen there, they watched the breathtaking battle between "Grindelwald" and "Dumbledore," and were then quite shocked by the final turn of events...

Even Avada, who knew the most among the three, only knew that "Dumbledore" had been played by Moody ever since the Christmas Ball. To his utter surprise, Grindelwald was also a fake!

In other words, the real Grindelwald may never have left the tower of Nurmengard—so why has he kept refusing my visits? Not only before Christmas, but even for the past five months, Grindelwald's ban on university professors traveling to Nurmengard has not been lifted!

Aside from this somewhat unexpected point, the rest proceeded perfectly according to the script: all the wizards who had participated in the plan to kill Dumbledore, or who remained loyal to Voldemort, had been gathered together and were now lambs to the slaughter, waiting for the warriors to come and deal with them.

Meanwhile, at Nobiridge University, his Kru Impree clone, along with the other professors, had settled the students from the three universities who had come to take refuge. He had returned to his room and was now lying down, temporarily freed from control—all his mental energy had been transferred back to his main body, making full preparations for the upcoming battle.

Oh, by the way, he had only ever guessed that Baron was the one who opened the gates to the university at Hogwarts, but he hadn't received any information from Baron. Perhaps because he knew the importance of this plan, Baron's secrecy was impeccable. Even he, who could directly see spiritual energy, hadn't realized how well Baron had kept it hidden until he learned that "some Hogwarts student possessed the key to Northridge University"—he'd never seen the unique magical structure of the university key on Baron before, so he guessed the key had only been delivered recently.

"Forget about that for now. This time, I have to go all out for the sake of the university's reputation..."

"Let's go."

Krum and Fleur finally stood up slowly, glanced at the huge barrier outside the window, and followed Avada toward the door, but their expressions still revealed obvious tension—they were about to face real dark wizards, the kind that could kill!

While their inability to cast spells had already significantly weakened them—they certainly couldn't use the three Unforgivable Curses or other profound and deadly dark magic—those lured into the barrier were either veterans of a wizarding war, core members of pure-blood families with deep-rooted magical traditions, or even powerful dark wizards like Barty, capable of impersonating Moody. Their combat strength was not to be underestimated. Furthermore, their sheer number of dozens was enough to put immense pressure on them—and no matter how outstanding their abilities or talents, they were still just students who hadn't even graduated from school! One of them was even a fifth-year student!

When they first heard the real details of the project from Ken, they wondered if the judges had gone mad, and they greatly admired Ken for being able to speak of it so calmly...

As for Avada himself, his only worry now is that his performance might not be impactful enough and could affect the final show.

After all, he knew that this project was specifically tailor-made for him...

(End of this chapter)