Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 372 Giving Dumbledore a Little Magical Shock

"Good, the biggest threat has been dealt with—but it doesn't seem too dangerous."

As he casually drew an Ironclad Charm from behind, easily deflecting all the weak, silently released spells, Avada turned and glanced at the battle behind him—Krum was not far away, having already taken the first kill with a Stunning Charm amidst the chaos, while Fleur had fully transformed into her Veela form, the flames powerful enough to suppress a dragon blazing from her hands once more, her wings carrying her high into the air…

"Judging from the power of that silent black magic spell just now, Little Barty is quite strong. He's just at a disadvantage because he can't cast spells; otherwise, he could probably have caused me some trouble..."

"Fainting, fainting, fainting!"

Several more stun spells were sprayed from the tip of the Avada Kedavra wand, swiftly sending away the dark wizards who had just cast spells at him.

By this point, even the slowest person would realize that they had become the target of the warriors' attack. So even though they couldn't communicate with each other, they simultaneously and in unison aimed their wands at the three faces that were clearly much younger than their own and launched an attack.

Since they've already fallen into Dumbledore's hands, a terrible fate awaits them. And since he still looks down on him so much, intending to send him to a few greenhorns who haven't even graduated yet for practice, then letting those arrogant fellows taste the bitterness of losing a student at the last moment might not be a bad thing!

—For some reason, this seemingly irrational thought filled the minds of every dark wizard, driving them to draw their wands without hesitation and silently unleash the most powerful dark magic they could muster on the three young warriors. They completely forgot that participating in a murder as a non-mastermind would only result in a limited sentence, and that evading punishment was always the forte of these guys who had escaped the First Wizarding War…

As for the reason, Avada guessed it was probably related to the gas from earlier—Dumbledore and Grindelwald, those two old foxes, were far too adept at scheming against people.

"Fainted on the ground—Hibiscus is almost ready to unleash her power, and Krum is preparing a powerful dark spell… We need to hurry, we can't let them steal the spotlight too much."

With a quick Apparition, Avada teleported to the other side of the passport, temporarily escaping the encirclement. He then glanced rapidly at Fleur and Krum: "And those two are really rough with their attacks. Those dark wizards who can't cast spells can't put up a strong defense... We're counting on this group to make a public appearance at the trial; we can't afford any accidents to happen here."

"Since that's the case..."

Sensing a slight weariness slowly creeping beneath the seemingly surging, boiling mental energy, and noticing the powerful magic gathering on Krum and Fleur's wands in the distance, Avada quickly made a decision: "Let's try something more sophisticated."

"I only intended to broaden the students' horizons, but it seems the strength of soul magic has exceeded my expectations... Perhaps I could try to give Dumbledore and the others a little soul magic shock?"

With this thought in mind, Avada first cast another Ironclad Charm to provide some protection for himself, then turned around and stopped looking at the dark wizards who were frantically attacking him from behind. Instead, he aimed his wand at the huge protective barrier that had everyone trapped inside...

"What does he want to do?"

In the distance, Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Avada's actions, not quite understanding his student's behavior.

He had relayed Grindelwald's instructions to Avada, asking him to perform well in the final match so that his secret efforts could benefit a little. And his move to instantly kill Barty did surprise him a little—but why was he aiming at his own shield?

Could he possibly think he can quickly break through this shield, which was technically provided by Grindelwald and his school and personally constructed by himself using magic amplified by the Elder Wand?

Moreover, to ensure the students' safety, he used a lot of magical materials that were of a higher standard than originally planned when building this shield, and it took several days to finally complete it. It was a product carefully crafted by a top wizard using the latest technology, and its quality was not something that could be easily shaken. Otherwise, Dumbledore would not have dared to throw dozens of dark wizards into it!

And so, the very next moment after these thoughts had just crossed Dumbledore's mind.

hum-

At the point where Avada's wand touched the shield, a dazzling halo slowly appeared on the surface of the passport, then quickly spread out, dyeing the originally transparent shield a pale blue color, while continuously emitting a soft humming sound...

"?!"

Dumbledore nearly fell off his chair.

"How could that be—Gellert secretly showed him the blueprints?"

"No, it's not surprising that he did seem to have a talent for understanding magical structures—but where did he get so much mental energy to shake the very foundation of the shield?! I was exhausted when I built it!!"

"Could it be something he discovered while researching souls? Like the secret behind the Deathly Hallows' power that Gellert mentioned..."

Avada was still unaware that Dumbledore had almost completely guessed his true nature. He was still immersed in the amplification brought about by the soul magic—his magical senses had allowed him to see from the beginning just how powerful and intricately structured the shield had been infused with. If he were still using soul magic, let alone controlling it as directly as he was now, even making a small hole in it would have been extremely difficult!

And now...

"Hibiscus and Krum are right at the edge of the shield now, which makes things a bit easier... Let's go!"

The protective barrier that had originally covered an area the size of a football field suddenly shrank dramatically, unexpectedly pushing Krum, who was still leaning against the barrier to avoid being attacked from behind, and Fleur, who was floating in the sky and launching flames at the ground, into the barrier. Just as they were wondering and trying to move away from the edge of the barrier, the barrier behind them suddenly opened a door, and as the barrier shrank again, it pushed the two of them out of the barrier's coverage area!

(End of this chapter)