Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Chapter 1 Avada Kedavra

July 29, 1990, London, Mill Orphanage.

"As you heard, Mr. Kendavia, you are also a wizard."

"Now, please tell me, are you willing to go to Hogwarts, learn magic, and join the wizarding world?"

Avada Kendavia sat nervously. On the table in front of her was an envelope with a large letter H written on it, surrounded by four animals: a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger.

At the other end of the table, there is a white-haired old man wearing half-moon glasses, a crooked aquiline nose, a scary long white beard, but a very kind and kind face. He is smiling and looking at the person in front of him with blue eyes. boy, waiting for his choice.

But Avada Kendavia didn't dare to move.

There was no way, in his senses, Albus Dumbledore in front of him was like a magnificent star, shining like an emperor and dominating all the magic and matter around him. Although his face was kind and his mental fluctuations showed that he was indeed very patient at the moment, it still made him breathless.

This is not Dumbledore actively exuding coercion, but Avada's unique talent "magic senses".

Avada Kendavia is a time traveler. After his body and brain were fully developed in this life and he could think clearly, he was shocked to find that he had one more sense than in his previous life.

It is a sense that does not belong to any of the five senses, and is somewhat similar to the "divine consciousness" described in novels about cultivating immortals. Under this sense, the world he "sees" is composed of countless complex lines and color blocks. In addition to everything in the eyes having a corresponding structure, the same is true for places that seem to be empty. There are lines and color blocks, but they should be much more concise, regular and solid.

The only special thing is the human body - under that kind of sense, everyone has two circles of light, one red and one gold, which contain countless extremely complex structures, and the middle is completely blank, as if there are no bones and internal organs.

Gradually, Avada discovered that he seemed to be able to influence the circle of golden light on his body through thinking, emotions, organizing language, controlling the body, etc., controlling it to extend outward and generate specific fluctuations, touching and affecting everything in the world. Structure. After constant exploration and experimentation, he successfully found a model structure that symbolized "gravity" and used his own golden brilliance to disassemble it and make a pen float.

The method is very simple, just wave your arms a few times and say "Yingardium, Leviosa".

He realized then that this was the world of Harry Potter.

As a senior original party member, he clearly remembers the incantation of the Floating Curse.

And those lines and color blocks that I perceive are probably the so-called magic power. In his perception, the material world floats above the magic, like ice floes on the ocean. The flow of sea water can interfere with ice blocks, and sea water and ice blocks can also transform into each other. The same is true for matter and magic.

Those two circles of red and golden brilliance also revealed their identity under his long-term observation: they are the vitality and spiritual power of the human body.

Then there's the letter sent yesterday and Albus Dumbledore who just arrived.

"Of course!"

In the end, Avada nodded heavily and accepted the invitation from Dumbledore.

"very good."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, but then his smile faded: "According to standard procedures, I was supposed to take you to Diagon Alley to collect the bursary for Muggle-born students and buy wands and other equipment. But your The situation is quite special, I hope you can go elsewhere with me first."

"Where to go?" Avada asked curiously, and she was also curious about what made Dumbledore feel special about herself - it couldn't be because of his outrageous name, right?

If you use the spell "Avada Kedavra" as your name, you won't be sent to Azkaban, right?

"Ministry of Magic."

Before Avada showed any surprise, Dumbledore stood up and pushed open the door: "Relax, there is nothing to be nervous about. They are only responsible for maintaining the basic order of the magical world, and there are guarantees The wizarding world cannot be discovered by Muggles - people who don't know magic."

"Professor Dumbledore, are you done talking?"

After hearing the door open, a young woman in uniform walked over and looked curiously at the strangely dressed old man.

"The discussion was very good, Mr. Kendavia has agreed to go to Hogwarts." Dumbledore responded with a smile: "I want to take him to visit the school now, and maybe buy some school supplies on the way - There’s no need to prepare luggage, you’ll be back soon.”

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." She nodded, then turned her gaze to Avada, and smiled: "I also wish you good luck in your future studies, little Avada."

"Thank you, Mrs. Green."

Avada smiled and thanked Mrs. Green for her blessing, then followed Dumbledore out of the orphanage and onto the street outside. After walking for a while, we turned a few corners and entered a secluded alley.

"The feeling of disembodiment may be a little difficult for you to accept..."

Dumbledore murmured to himself and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and said: "Fawkes."

A brilliant fire flashed around Dumbledore, and a beautiful red red bird emerged from it - Fawkes, the phoenix.

A flash of surprise flashed in Avada's eyes. The brilliance on Fox was not only dazzling, but the structure contained within it was also countless times more complex than that of a human being. He felt a tingling sensation in his head just after observing it for a moment.

"Grab my arm."

Dumbledore ordered, and Avada knew what was going to happen next, so she grabbed Dumbledore's arm tightly. The next moment, his vision was filled with red fire.

By the time the flames dissipated, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

In front of him was a magnificent hall with polished dark wooden floors. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board. The walls on all four sides are lined with glossy dark wooden boards, and densely packed gilded fireplaces are embedded in them.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. A group of pure gold statues stands in the middle of a circular pool. The tallest among them is a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing directly at the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, Professor Dumbledore."

Seeing the iconic fire, the receptionist from the Ministry of Magic immediately walked forward and said respectfully: "The Silent Man from the Department of Mysteries is already waiting for you. Please follow me."

"So, Professor Dumbledore, what are we doing here?" Avada asked curiously.

"Deal with your name."

Dumbledore's face was a little serious: "You don't know yet, but your name has an extremely evil meaning in the wizarding world. Using it as a name is basically the same as a curse. This will make you encounter all kinds of problems in your future life. Such trouble."

"According to my investigation, your name seems to come from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, a department that specializes in studying various mysteries and unknowns."

"In order for my students not to be treated as guinea pigs, there are some things I must figure out personally. This is also the reason why I came to see you in person - under normal circumstances, the work of guiding students is usually done by professors who are free."

Avada's pupils shrank.

The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious organization in the original work. It also studies cutting-edge fields such as time, space and destiny. How could I, a Muggle orphan, have anything to do with them? !