Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

How magnificent...

This was the only description Avada could make after seeing the incomparable long river.

That is the clockwork of the entire universe, the convergence of all possibilities, the eternity that drives all movement. All history, present and future are soaked in it, but are as insignificant as grains of sand. It moves forward relentlessly and meticulously in a certain "direction", yet gently exudes countless possibilities. It carries magic, material, and the meaning of the existence of everything in the world.

And Avada is now witnessing such greatness with his own eyes - the unspeakable emotions instantly overwhelmed his mind, and fear, awe and fanaticism dispersed all memory and reason. In the face of such a vast stretch of time, reality, that is, everything in what Professor Trelawney calls the "material world" seems to have lost its meaning. He just wants to merge into this great existence, staring at and feeling it until eternity...

"No, no, no, what am I thinking?"

After staring blankly at the long river for who knows how long, he regained his sense little by little: "What's the difference between continuing like this and being dead... Obviously life can give meaning to everything, and no matter how great time is, it can only carry them. Cornerstone……"

"Don't indulge anymore. I'm here to find the truth about the secret room and the basilisk and protect the safety of the students. I still have things to do..."

Only then did he completely break away from the fanaticism and search for what he wanted in time. But soon, he discovered a new problem——

The "time" he saw was not a simple timeline, but a broad river encompassing all possibilities. And every realistic picture among them is smaller than a grain of sand - in just one glance, he has seen no less than a hundred pictures of the basilisk.

Some basilisks swim in the pipelines, attacking students one by one with their deadly eyes; some basilisks have died long ago, leaving only a withered skeleton lying quietly in the secret room; some even have even the secret room destroyed. Collapsed and ceased to exist; and the cauldron that was cooking some kind of large piece of meat might also symbolize some kind of outrageous future...

"Is this a divination of loneliness? Isn't this exhaustion?"

"How does a real fortune teller accurately predict the future? There must be knowledge that I don't understand..."

Avada frowned and "went back" to browse history to see if she could find clues to the secret room by following her own destiny...

There are still countless futures.

It is not even impossible for him to die in the divination class in the next second, not to mention the current state of the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets.

"Then... how about following the plot of the original work?"

Avada's "eyes" wandered in the long river of time, and quickly found the point in time he wanted - late one night eleven years ago, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid together brought Harry Leigh Potter was left on the doorstep of the Dursleys.

Then he saw Harry release a boa constrictor, receive a letter from an owl, meet Hagrid, buy stationery in Diagon Alley, and meet Hermione and Ron on the train - without Avada Kendavia.

Avada strictly follows the perspective of the original work, watching Harry and the others protect the Philosopher's Stone, kill the Basilisk with the Holy Sword, protect Sirius through time, witness the resurrection of Voldemort, the deaths of Sirius and Dumbledore, until they are completely Kill Voldemort...

"No clues, nothing found..."

After almost rereading "Harry Potter" in the timeline, Avada sighed at the wonders of time and fate, while secretly regretting that this journey had been fruitless. And when he wanted to look back and find a way out of here——

The possibility is gone.

The originally vast and wide river of time was compressed into an extremely narrow line at some point - the timeline of the original work. And that line did not break after Voldemort was eliminated, but continued to extend in a certain direction.

"what happened?!"

He searched around in some panic, but still only the thin timeline occupied his field of vision. Although he could no longer feel his own body, he still felt a little difficult to breathe, and his mind was immersed in an inexplicable sense of fear, as if a person who was going upstairs was suddenly trapped in an elevator with a power outage.

After confirming that everything except that line had disappeared, he had no choice but to continue walking along that line to see if there would be another way out at the end. His perception moves along that lonely line, moves forward...

…

Suddenly, the eternal silence and loneliness was torn to pieces - an extremely huge and magnificent "ball" like a star occupied the end of his field of vision. Its surface shows a light blue brilliance and is as bright as crystal. A halo like a solar prominence erupts from its surface from time to time, turning into light blue light particles all over the sky and dissipating into nothingness. The same light particles emerge from the nothingness all the time, and then get closer and merge back into it little by little. …

"What is this..."

In the last moment before Avada's consciousness dissipated, all that was left in his mind was the scene of that moment and an unfinished thought.

"..."

"...Ken?"

"Ken? Ken?"

The body he had been away from for so long finally emerged in his perception bit by bit. He tried to move his fingers, and after a familiar touch of fabric came back to his mind, he finally opened his eyes completely.

"Well!"

The dazzling light suddenly burned his eyeballs, causing him to close his eyes in a hurry - and at that moment, he seemed to see a familiar face?

"Professor Dumbledore?"

He closed his eyes and asked tentatively in a hoarse voice.

"It's me, Ken."

The old voice responded, with a hint of relief: "Your Excellency Merlin, you finally woke up. I specifically asked Madam Pomfrey to notify me immediately if she sees any signs of a student waking up..."

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"A whole week."

Dumbledore's voice became serious: "After you fell into coma, Professor Trelawney screamed that you were trying to offend time and pry into knowledge that does not belong to life... What exactly happened? Have you seen it? What?"

"I don't know, Professor. I..."

He was suddenly stunned - because he saw that under his magic sense, the center of Dumbledore's mental power was no longer a magic void, but filled with a light blue, crystal-clear, like crystal. The substance is made of some kind of complex lines in its depths, just like a real natural crystal.

‘The origin of the soul? ! ’

Avada felt that her heart was trembling: 'Can I see the origin of the soul? ! ’

He turned his perspective to look at himself - and sure enough, the magic hole in his body was filled with that substance.

However, the golden spiritual power around his soul showed a kind of fragmentation after being repeatedly destroyed. Even Voldemort's spiritual power, which was completely eroded by black magic, was probably far from being damaged compared to him at this moment. Fortunately, my brain is just a little slower, and the intensity of spell casting has been greatly reduced. My memory and thinking ability are still there...

'Is this the damage left after seeing that giant sphere? ’

'Wait, that's not right...'

‘Why is the texture of the soul’s origin exactly the same as that of that huge sphere? ! ’