Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 370 The Final Battle

On the lawn outside Durmstrang's campus, the previously scattered stands had been completely rearranged with the help of the highly efficient Norbiritch students. At the same time, several large doors appeared out of thin air in the open space not far away. The students from the three universities who had taken refuge inside the university were now staggering out with dizzy expressions—fog screens had been installed inside the university, so they had seen the entire incident that had just occurred at Durmstrang.

What?! Voldemort is coming back to life?!

What? Grindelwald is fake?

What?! Dumbledore is a fake too?!

What?! They're sending three ungraduated warriors to face dozens of infamous dark wizards?! Are they insane?!

Under the constant onslaught of terrifying thoughts, the poor students had almost lost the ability to think, and could only numbly accept the increasingly fantastical reality that was happening to them—even Baron and a few others who held the keys to the university were no exception.

After all, they only knew part of the plan beforehand, and their only task was to open the gates and send the students into the university. As for what would happen after that, they weren't really sure. And this whole drama orchestrated by Dumbledore and Grindelwald… no, it should be Moody and Dumbledore—completely exceeded all the possibilities they had previously envisioned…

There's no way around it, who could have imagined that such an ordinary three-way battle for supremacy would hide so many pitfalls?

……

Minutes later, the grassy area outside Durmstrang had completely transformed—the stands that had surrounded the great lake had now become a massive shield trapping dozens of dark wizards, and its size had increased several times over, easily accommodating the original students from the three universities, as well as the newly joined students from Nobiridge University. Not far away, the judges' platform remained erected on the high platform, but the number of seats had decreased from five to four—Ludo Bagman, who had been the judges, was now trapped inside the shield below as a dark wizard.

The students from the three schools had already taken their seats under the arrangement of the university professors and their respective principals, but there was none of the enthusiastic discussion atmosphere that they had when watching the game earlier. Almost everyone was frowning uneasily and shifting their bodies from time to time, as if simply sitting there had made them feel extremely nervous—especially the Hogwarts students.

After all, at least half of the dozens of dark wizards trapped in the protective barrier were familiar faces that they could recognize!

Former Board of Governors member Lucius Malfoy, Ministry of Magic executioner McNeil, members of the Carlow family and Nott's inner circle, former Quidditch professional and Director of Magical Sports Ludo Bagman... they were all actually conspiring with Grindelwald to kill Dumbledore and resurrect Voldemort?!

Rumbling--

Suddenly, a dull sound interrupted their chaotic thoughts—the main gate of Durmstrang Castle, which had been closed, was slowly reopening. As the crack widened, three figures were gradually illuminated by the sunlight streaming in, emerging from the gate's concealment and coming into view.

It was Avada, who looked somewhat nervous, and Krum and Fleur, who looked even more nervous behind her.

"Very good, the three warriors have arrived!"

After Ludo Bagman was trapped inside the barrier, Dumbledore took over the commentary. Standing on the high platform, a scruffy gray fledgling perched on his shoulder, he looked down at the throngs of people inside and outside the barrier, a forced smile playing on his lips: "Now, let's enjoy the final round of this year's Triwizard Tournament—the three best warriors among the students versus over forty dark wizards who can't cast spells and can only do so without wands. How will they perform?"

"I know this sport may not be as safe as it used to be. Therefore, to further ensure the safety of our warriors, in addition to the privileges granted to them by Headmaster Karkaroff, allowing them to Apparate on Durmstrang campus, we have also obtained approval from both the British and French Ministries of Magic and Durmstrang school authorities to allow our warriors to use any spells in this competition without any consequences..."

"Any spell?!"

The students below were startled—the last time someone had this right was during the First Wizarding War when the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were granted it!

At that time, the spells they mainly used in battle were almost all of the three Unforgivable Curses and various kinds of extremely destructive dark magic...

"Furthermore, they are also wearing the same anti-curse cloaks as those in the second trial. If they suffer a life-threatening attack, they will be automatically teleported off the field, which also means the challenge has failed... So, warriors, please enter the arena and begin the competition!"

As Dumbledore finished speaking, three smaller shields suddenly appeared within the original shield, each enclosing an empty space where no one was standing. Avada Krum, Fleur, and Avada Apparated into one of the shields—in the current atmosphere, no one cared why Avada, who was only in his fifth year, could Apparate.

The dark wizards, who were trapped inside the shield and trying to break it down with various tricks, were startled by what they saw. The shield was soundproof, and when they saw the students gathered outside, they thought that Dumbledore was revealing his identity to them to humiliate them and their master who could never be resurrected from the beginning. But why were people coming in now?

Moreover, the people who came in were all warriors from the Three Kingdoms Tournament—we couldn't possibly become one of their competition events ourselves, could we?

"The warriors' shields will dissipate in ten seconds!"

Inside the small shield, Dumbledore's voice could be clearly heard by the warriors. Upon hearing this, they, along with the spectators outside, took a deep breath, calming their wildly pounding hearts, and gripped their wands as tightly as possible…

"The biggest threat on the field is definitely Barty Crouch Jr., now known as Bagman—he has the ability to defeat the legendary Auror Moody."

As he felt the long-lost, complete and fulfilling spiritual energy coursing through his mind, Avada gripped his wand tightly. He instantly spotted Barty, who was looking around furtively from the crowd, seemingly plotting something. His eyes narrowed slightly: 'The wand's relic transformation wasn't completed before the tournament started, so I'm not at my optimal combat strength yet… But thankfully, I can still use soul magic a little; anyway, no one can understand it.'

"So, just how far have I gotten...? Let's take this opportunity to put myself to the test."

Thinking this, Avada raised her wand and, with five seconds left on the countdown, gently touched her forehead, quietly releasing a silent and invisible spell—one that would shock anyone who sensed it—into her body…

The next moment, an unparalleled, indescribable feeling surged forth from the depths of his soul!

(End of this chapter)