How To Learn Unforgivable Curses Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Then I raised the book high above my head, ready to begin the ritual that would either save us or destroy everything we had. The words spilled from my lips, ancient and unfamiliar, the power within me stirring with each syllable. The magic surged, the flames of the fire around us crackling and twisting, the ground beneath our feet shaking with the force of the spell. I could feel the curse unraveling, the dark thread that had bound us for so long beginning to fray and break apart. And then, just as the final words left my mouth, Lucien stepped forward. “No!” he shouted, his voice rising in panic. “Cassia, stop!”

If I’m going to break the curse on my own, I need the spell Zachary has kept hidden away. I stride over to his desk, my fingers curling around the drawer handle. With a quick tug, it slides open, revealing a stack of aged papers. My eyes scan the contents until I find it...the spell. The parchment is delicate beneath my fingertips, filled with intricate symbols and incantations. I roll it up carefully, securing it before murmuring another spell under my breath. The world bends around me once more.

His complexion was deathly pale, his breathing so faint it was almost nonexistent, blood still seeping from his wrist… Her heart clenched. The fog of confusion lifted entirely as fragmented memories returned, playing like a reel of film in reverse. She vividly remembered being poisoned by Nightfang's Curse- the deadliest curse known to werewolves. A toxin so lethal there was only one cure: life for life. Her eyes immediately fell on Raven's collapsed form beside her - his ashen face, his once-powerful Alpha body now limp, drained of all strength. And yet, she… she felt completely revived.

“Why did you show me your pussy while teaching my daughter today Elowen?” What? My throat went dry instantly that I didn't know what to say, he kept coming closer and I kept moving backwards. “You…you defile my orders, my rules and you do that… You wanted me to see who owns that hmm? Don't worry, I'll teach you how to be a bad girl and a good tutor.” He told me and I shook my head as gasped. How do I explain to him that the whole Halloween costume with his daughter made me trash my underwear.

I sit in the dark and I breathe. The curse has adapted again. It is faster this time. Three weeks to adapt to the previous version, three months to adapt to the version before that. It is learning, which is the thing I told Chase in the penthouse, the specific intelligence of the Sterling curse, the way it identifies and counters opposition. I sit in the dark for a long time. Then I relight the candles, one by one, and I open the grimoire to a different page, a much older page, one I have been avoiding because what it describes requires a cost I have not been ready to pay.

My wolf breathed wildly in my skull, pacing and snarling, whispering, "kill her kill her kill her." I placed the silver bowl in the center and sliced my palm open. Blood dripped into the bowl in slow ruby beads. The grimoire whispered. “Speak.” So I did. I spoke the curse. Word by word, my voice deepened, cracked, and strengthened. The glyphs ignited in darkness. Shadows coiled upward like smoke, hungry and writhing. The candles sputtered. The floor trembled beneath me. Power flooded my bones. A force so immense it nearly brought me to my knees. Perfect.

then I will be left with Dark Summoning, because I am not touching Blood Magic and Soul Magic, one more to go, and I can rest, share everything I have learnt. Curses and Hexes are one of the simplest dark magic to learn and master, you just have to mean what you say, say it truly and deeply, like you want it to happen, a mind faltering can lead to death, maybe it's not so simple, and considering I have created my own spells in Latin and Czesh, this should be a piece of cake. Reluctantly, I place the cage of lizards on the table. "Discordia." I whisper, and soon, the lizards start fighting eachother.

“A mastery in curses requires practicing such curses, which has been long banned in the coven. Only a few chosen souls ever get to learn such a subject and would be under strict supervision.” “We don’t have time to go to the coven and ask around,” I grind out. “Found it.” Another thud makes me flinch, but I glance at Arthur to find him carefully climbing down each rung of the seemingly endless ladder. It’ll take him ages to reach the ground at this rate, so I finally tear my murderous gaze from Westfall and stalk toward the heavy book now splayed open at the base of the ladder. I pick it up and fight the urge to rip it in half. “It’s written in the old tongue, Arthur!”

If a wolf isn’t careful, it runs a high risk of misquoting the spell and that would mean starting again. I didn’t think I would have a problem. I always spent time reading and have managed to master as many spells as possible. Plus I had a good memory so it wasn’t difficult for me. “You don’t have to get it right now. You can take the frogs to your rooms so you can keep practicing. Now, let’s begin,” I watched as each student transformed into their semi-wolf, their fangs out as they bit their flesh and drew blood and began to recite the spells. Some of the students began to bite their fingers in frenzy, trying again and again but nobody could resurrect their frog.

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.