Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

The next moment, the tips of the two wands released bursts of mysterious dark blue ripples at the same time, suddenly turning the normal space originally filled with air around as if it were immersed in water, and within it, there were also three faint... The shadow of an object appeared, but it was like a layer of gauze, and it couldn't be seen clearly...

"It's those ghost ships!"

Someone in the audience pointed at the screen and exclaimed - the three illusory objects forced out by Dumbledore and Karkaroff were actually the ghost ships that the warriors were riding on just now!

They were actually able to get out the things that were stuck in the space channel - and judging from Karkaroff's performance just now, it seemed that Dumbledore saw through the magic that took him several minutes to find at a glance?

The students who noticed the small detail from before were secretly shuddering, and had a more practical understanding of the power of the Hogwarts principal.

As time went by, people also discovered that the rescue time was much longer than they imagined. Dumbledore and Karkaroff had been holding their wands high for nearly ten minutes. Karkaroff was already pale, panting, and his eyes were bloodshot. He even needed to hold the wand with his other hand to barely stabilize it. Even Dumbledore had sweat on his forehead, and his long white beard was vaguely visible. Trembling - it can make a top wizard look like this. The amount of mental energy consumed by this magic is simply appalling.

"...I can't hold on any longer, Dumbledore!"

After a while, Karkaroff suddenly staggered, and the magic he was maintaining was almost interrupted. His whole body was swaying, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "I need to rest - I can't effectively cooperate with you now, and I'm afraid I will even cause interference to you..."

"You go and rest first, Professor Karkaroff."

Dumbledore's tone was not relaxed either: "I can hold on for a while longer - and I think we are almost successful."

"Grateful……"

Before he could finish his words of thanks, Karkaroff dropped his arms as if he had lost all strength, and then slumped to the ground. After breathing for a moment, he took out a bottle from his pocket. It just looked very... After drinking the expensive potion in one gulp, his face looked much better, and then he glanced at Dumbledore: "I only have one bottle of restorative potion left here - do you still need it, Dumbledore? I can apparate back and get it..."

"Then please."

Dumbledore's voice also started to get dull: "This magic consumes more than I thought. I'm afraid I also need some supplements..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Karkaroff disappeared immediately, and then reappeared behind Dumbledore with a bang just a few seconds later, holding a bottle of the same color as the one just now. The potion that was exactly the same as the package was handed to Dumbledore: "It's back - this is your potion."

"Thank you, Professor Karkaroff."

Dumbledore quickly made a few auxiliary gestures with his left hand, then reached over and took the bottle of potion that had been thoughtfully opened by Karkaroff. He put it to his mouth, raised his head and drank it. Big mouth...

"puff!"

The students and Durmstrang professors were shocked to see that as soon as he raised his head, Dumbledore spit out the potion he had just drank, but his expression was already visible to the naked eye. It turned black. There was anger and confusion in his eyes, and then he turned his neck slightly, as if he was about to turn his head to question Karkaroff.

However, the next moment, Karkaroff, who was "exhausted" just now, and Ludo Bagman next to him, raised their wands towards Dumbledore. As their mouth shapes changed, two emerald green lights flashed across them. Spewed out from his wand and flew to Dumbledore's side in the blink of an eye...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Half of Dumbledore's face was illuminated by the blazing green light, and his shocked expression almost froze on his face. The deadly green light continued to expand in his pupils, but at this time, Dumbledore, who had already consumed most of his energy and still maintained the magic that affected the lives of the three students, had already lost the ability to dodge and could only watch helplessly. Watching the two killing curses approaching...

boom!

Suddenly, another crimson flame burned in front of him out of thin air. A beautiful big red bird appeared there instantly when the Killing Curse was only a few centimeters away from Dumbledore's back, and was replaced by two people. A green light hit the body solidly, and then with a mournful cry, the whole body turned into ashes and dissipated...

"Fox!"

Dumbledore yelled in panic, and at the same time quickly stretched out his left hand to catch the baby bird that was falling from mid-air and took it into his arms: "Karkaroff, Bagman... why? !”

But Karkaroff and Barty Jr., who were being watched by him, just sneered and seemed to have no intention of continuing the attack. Instead, they put away their wands and even took two steps back.

"It's not us who are going to kill you, Dumbledore."

Little Barty sneered, then turned to look at the empty place around him, and then changed to a respectful tone: "It's your turn, sir."

"Very good, that troublesome broken bird has finally been dealt with."

A sneer rang out where little Barty was looking, and then the originally transparent air wrinkled and curved like silk, gradually forming a human-shaped outline, and within the outline, stripes of rich colors quickly emerged. , finally filled out a complete human form. He was looking at Dumbledore with complicated eyes, but there was always a hint of a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth...

That was an old wizard.

His face is very thin, with ravine-like wrinkles carved on it, but his complexion is actually quite good, his eyes are bright and clear, and there is no trace of the turbidity often seen in the eyes of the elderly. His posture is also very tall and straight, if If you don't look at that face, you can't tell that he is old at all. His hair and beard were gray and carefully groomed. He was also wearing a gorgeous and decent wizard robe. He looked like a nobleman who had just attended a banquet.

"Long time no see, Albus - it seems you've had a pretty good time these fifty years."

The old wizard waved his wand gracefully and greeted Dumbledore with a calm tone, as if he was really just chatting with a friend he met on the road.

"..."

Dumbledore stared blankly at the old wizard in front of him. His entire body seemed to have turned into a stone statue, motionless, and he was not even aware that the magic in his hands was almost interrupted. His lips trembled for a long time, and then he slowly squeezed out the name that was enough to make the entire magical society tremble.

"Gellert..."