Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 373 Fully Compliant Operations

Yes, this action was perfectly reasonable and did not violate any rules.

After all, the rules read out by Dumbledore only prohibited warriors from interfering with or attacking each other, but did not say that they could not take over or operate the protective shield on site, right?

The rules certainly don't prohibit damaging the arena or the shield—after all, what's going to happen inside is a large-scale melee involving dozens of people. If it's considered a foul if a random spell is dodged and hits the shield, how can the competition proceed? Who can fight without any restraint?

Therefore, since attacking the shield was not against any rules, hacking the shield and then manipulating it to push the other two warriors out of its range was perfectly reasonable. It was an operation that Avada performed on his own merits, and poor Fleur and Krum were only slightly affected – after all, a melee is unavoidable.

I'm sure everyone on the referee's bench understands this, right...?

"Dumbledore! What's wrong with your shield?!"

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Karkaroff and Maxim seemed completely oblivious. Their trembling fingers pointed at the shrinking protective barrier, while outside, Fleur and Krum sat slumped on the ground, utterly bewildered, their eyes fixed on Dumbledore. Had they not witnessed firsthand that the strange warrior had indeed affected the barrier, and hadn't trusted Dumbledore's character to some extent, they would have thought Dumbledore was blatantly favoring his own warrior, shamelessly suppressing the warriors from the other two schools!

Even if Dumbledore were shameless enough not to do such a thing, the shield was still constructed under his supervision, so ultimately it's his problem—you, the strongest white wizard, spent several days creating something that a fifth-year student could easily crack?!

"...Sometimes you have to admit it,"

Feeling the piercing gazes of the other three judges, Dumbledore forced a smile and pushed up his glasses to hide the embarrassment in his expression: "My student... is indeed quite strange."

"But his actions weren't against the rules, were they? The rules we made together didn't prohibit modifying the magic that maintains the shield..."

"That's because you assured me your shield was absolutely safe and wouldn't be damaged by any external force!"

Mrs. Maxime, unable to contain herself any longer, exposed Dumbledore's feeble excuse: "Stop the game immediately and send our warriors back!"

"...I'm afraid that will be difficult."

Crouch, standing to the side, remained somewhat rational. After all, none of the three champions had any personal interest in him. The one most likely to ruin his reputation had already been defeated by the Hogwarts champions from the very beginning, which reassured him considerably: "Take a look back at the battlefield—Mr. Ken seems to be planning something big."

"Um?"

Maxim and Karkaroff instinctively looked away from Dumbledore's old face, then froze in place—because they saw that the protective shield, which had originally covered an area the size of a stadium, had now shrunk to less than the size of a classroom. More than forty dark sorcerers, including those who had been knocked down and were lying on the ground, were squeezed together and could hardly move.

Avada himself actually extended a platform from the protective barrier, standing several meters in the air looking down at the dark wizards huddled together below, his wand waving in mid-air, emitting strange rays of light...

"That warrior... just hacked away at the shield that trapped the dark wizard?"

At this moment, whether at the scene or in the university hall and the other two schools watching the broadcast, even the slowest to react and the least knowledgeable about magic had realized what had happened. They all stared wide-eyed at the figure standing on the high platform waving a wand. Although they didn't know how powerful that person was, they at least believed that since the organizers of the competition dared to use that shield to trap dozens of dangerous dark wizards, it must mean that the shield itself couldn't possibly be faulty!

Since the shield is fine, the problem must lie with the warrior who easily broke through it!

"How did he do that?!"

Even the students of Nobiridge University were shocked—no, they were more surprised than most. As elites from Nobiridge University qualified to be present as reserve personnel for maintaining order, they knew that this shield was the work of their Vice-Principal, Gellert Grindelwald! And it was very likely personally crafted by one of the most powerful wizards, Albus Dumbledore!

In other words, a fifth-grade student deciphered a spell jointly set up by Grindelwald and Dumbledore in just a few seconds?

"He'll definitely get into university, right?"

Someone pointed blankly at the battle arena, seemingly asking a question or muttering to themselves, "But with that kind of strength, does he even need to study at our school? He'd probably be qualified to be a professor..."

"I've never heard of any of our professors being able to easily break the magic that Dumbledore and Grindelwald created together... However, Professor Belby and Professor Impry did manage to break the werewolf curse that even the two of them couldn't break..."

"By the way, speaking of Professor Imprey... I haven't seen him for the past few days?"

"I heard he's sick. He didn't even participate in such an important event as the university's public announcement. The werewolf healing surgery will only be publicly presented by Professor Belby alone..."

"Are you kidding me? He can even cure werewolves, how could he be absent due to a common illness? He must be on some secret mission again, after all, these are turbulent times..."

……

Avada, far inside the shield, couldn't hear what his students were saying about him—while trying his best to maintain control of the shield, he felt the mental fatigue becoming more and more pronounced.

After all, what he's doing now is using the power of his soul to push his mental strength beyond its original limits, while his original level was barely at the passing grade for a novice Auror. Such a significant increase in strength only resulted in this little bit of fatigue, which is already quite satisfying...

"Let's finish this quickly."

Seeing that the dark wizards below were crammed into a space of only a dozen square meters, unable to move at all, Avada finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, with a wave of his wand, he threw the spell he had been working on for so long downwards.

Those outside could only see a blinding red light suddenly erupt within the small protective barrier, lasting for several seconds. When the light subsided and they could see the scene inside the barrier again, they discovered that the barrier that had restrained the dark wizards had been completely closed, and the dark wizards who had just been bathed in the light were now collapsed into a small mountain...

(End of this chapter)