Chapter 652
Cruciatus Curse
Chapter 652 Cruciatus Curse
Draco held his breath, oblivious to how terrible the surroundings were, his eyes pressed tightly against the crack, watching the scene below.
The leader, clad in a black cloak, had a snake-shaped button pinned to his chest; Draco mentally nicknamed him "Viper."
The man waved his wand, and a box in the corner of the room popped open, revealing a group of squeaking gray rats inside.
"I think you haven't forgotten what the purpose of our event today is."
The viper sent a rat floating out, which landed on the ground in the middle of the group, and then looked around.
"Look closely, this is the Cruciatus Curse—the Cruciatus Curse!"
The viper chanted the incantation in a sinister tone, and the rat suddenly stiffened, letting out a chilling, piercing scream. Its limbs convulsed, and its beady eyes widened, filled with pain beyond human comprehension.
Draco clenched his fist tightly, making his knuckles appear exceptionally pale.
A few seconds later, the spell stopped, and the rat curled up on the floor, its body rising and falling with its heavy breathing.
The mice inside the box were unaware of what had happened to their kind, but they understood that it was suffering greatly. They screamed in terror and tried to escape.
Then, the entire box was lifted into the air and landed with a "thud" in the crowd's encirclement.
"Take one each and practice this spell carefully."
Looking at the group of people whose expressions showed a hint of fear, the viper patiently said, "Remember, you must have a strong desire to make the other person feel pain!"
After a brief hesitation, everyone took a mouse, including Wade and Antoine, who were using the aliases "Belby".
"See that?" Antoine whispered. "That guy seems to be imitating how you teach."
What's so interesting about this kind of activity?
Vader used his wand to pull the rat out of the box, and said in a low, disdainful voice, "A bunch of fools who treat dark magic like a joke. Do they think the Unforgivable Charm is banned simply because the Ministry of Magic values life?"
The Cruciatus Curse, the Soul Reaper's Curse, and the Killing Curse are all known as the Unforgivable Curses. Using any of these curses on a human will result in a life sentence from Azkaban.
However, in terms of lethality, Grindelwald's Fire Shield actually far surpasses the Killing Curse, which can only be used in one-on-one combat.
However, the Fire Shield Charm was classified as Black Magic only because of its power, without being given the title "Unforgivable".
Similarly, the Confusion Charm can strip someone of their will and can even be used on some magical items, but it is just an ordinary spell.
For a wizard, inflicting pain or even killing others is something that can be accomplished with a simple levitation spell.
The reason why only those three spells are unforgivable once used on a person is not because of their cruelty, but because they can easily change a person—
Both the caster and the victim of the spell have a high chance of having their souls distorted and their wills corrupted. Wizards who use such spells, in particular, are essentially sacrificing their humanity to gain immense power.
The key to casting the Unforgivable Curse lies not in the gesture of waving the wand, nor in the pronunciation of the spell; its true power must come from the wizard's intense malice—a strong desire to harm, manipulate, and take the life of others.
However, if one does not have such thoughts in their heart, or feels sympathy and hesitation for the target in front of them, then even a killing curse can only cause the target to bleed from the nose at most.
Antoine laughed after hearing what Wied said.
"They are indeed a bunch of self-righteous fools, but do you know what, Wade? These fools who seem ridiculous to you have secretly developed quite a bit of power."
Wade looked at him questioningly: "Power?"
"Foolish Muggles are easily seduced by flawed cults, while foolish wizards only need a few seemingly plausible slogans to jump off a cliff." Antoine casually waved his wand, causing the rat in front of him to faint, then chuckled and said:
"Wizards just have more magic at their disposal; they're not much smarter than Muggles. And their arguments are appealing to some people, aren't they?"
"So what is the purpose of your visit today?" Wade waved his wand, and the rat in front of him squeaked twice in fright.
He quieted the mouse down, then asked, "Investigate? Or guide?"
“Neither,” Antoine said, leaning closer to Wade. “Mr. Grindelwald considers them excellent samples for observation…and also very useful pieces when necessary.”
Wade frowned and said, "I hate having these uncontrollable forces around me, and most importantly, they're stupid—you can never predict what a bunch of idiots will do when they're all mixed up together!"
These idiots all have "guns" in their hands, and some of them are quite good at "shooting," easily causing huge destruction.
“Let’s be patient for now,” Antoine said. “They won’t be able to cause trouble for much longer. Although they think they’re hiding well, if my observation is correct, these people have already been spotted…”
Before they could finish speaking, the two suddenly heard an exceptionally shrill scream.
They turned their heads at the same time and saw a rat's body twisted at an incredible angle, its screams sounding like sharp steel needles trying to pierce their eardrums.
The rat that had been lying on the ground in front of Wade was instantly terrified. It sprang up and rushed out, and Wade did not bother to stop it.
He was still looking in the direction from which the screams came.
Unlike the two who were just paddling, most of the students were practicing hard, and now someone finally succeeded.
The student casting the spell seemed startled; his arm holding the wand trembled slightly, and he instinctively took a step back.
Draco, lying in the pipe, caught his breath; he felt as if he recognized the man.
It's Pansy.
"Fantastic! Fantastic, my friend!" The viper strode over, grabbed the mouse, and showed it to everyone: "Look! She did it!"
He walked back and forth through the crowd, saying loudly, "Remember what I said before, the Cruciatus Curse doesn't rely on brute force. No matter how hard you swing your wands, you can't increase its power by even a fraction!"
"I'm talking to you, Goyle—stop swinging your wand like it's an axe!"
"The right thing to do is to focus, think about the person you hate the most, and make them feel a pain worse than death!"
"Nott, there's no need to worry about the pronunciation of the spells. The important thing is practice! Keep practicing. Before we finish, everyone must succeed at least once!"
“But…but…” Nott stammered.
"What's wrong? Do you have a problem with this?" the viper asked, glaring at him fiercely.
"No...I didn't..." Nott said softly, lowering his head timidly.
Another student glanced disdainfully at his cowardly appearance, brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, and turned to continue practicing the Crucifixion a few more times—he felt like he had finally gotten the hang of it.
He turned around, raised his wand, and was about to cast a spell when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Just now, out of the corner of my eye... I think I caught something...
He turned his head and saw a pair of reflective eyes through the gaps in the pipe!
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