Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"6, 2, 4, 4, 2... Ha, it can be spelled into the word 'magic'... It's really simple and crude."

Avada (perhaps it should be called Crewe now?) was struggling to operate a somewhat rusty dial with one hand and holding the microphone with the other hand, but not to her ear. As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's cold voice sounded in the phone booth, but the voice did not come from the receiver. It was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing there. Around them——

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."

The voice said without any fluctuation in tone.

"Crew Imprey, Australian wizard. Would like to go through the identity formalities."

"Thanks."

The woman's cold voice continued to ring out of thin air in the phone booth: "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

With a crisp sound of metal collision, a silver, square badge slid out from the metal chute usually used to withdraw coins. Avada picked it up and saw a row of small words engraved on it:

Crewe Imprey, foreign wizard status application.

After he pinned the badge on the chest of his coat, the woman's voice spoke again: "Visitors from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security desk and register your wand. The security desk is located at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and slowly sank into the ground with Avada. The sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher, and finally the entire phone booth was left with nothing but darkness and the endless, monotonous, harsh grinding sound of the phone booth sinking into the ground.

After about a minute, a thin golden light gradually lit up from a distant place, and then gradually became wider and brighter... And when the golden light was already so bright that it was a bit dazzling. , a vast space suddenly appeared on the other side of the phone booth glass.

"The Ministry hopes you have a good day."

The woman's voice rang out one last time, and then the phone booth door clicked open, allowing him to truly step into the Ministry of Magic. Although he had already visited the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore three years ago, and he went to the most mysterious and high-end Department of Mysteries, he still couldn't help but marvel at the splendid furnishings - and this performance was also in line with His current identity.

It is still the long ornate hall, with its shiny dark wooden floors, peacock blue ceiling, huge bulletin board composed of golden symbols, and sculptures of wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins and house elves in the center of the fountain. There are also gold-plated fireplaces embedded in the walls...

However, compared with last time, the hall seemed much empty and deserted; there were almost no pedestrians coming and going in the fireplaces, and the few wizards who were still sitting at their posts were not leisurely fishing, It just looked like he was about to die. When the phone booth Avada was riding in appeared at the end of the hall, almost all the wizards turned their heads and looked over, as if they had found a glimmer of fun in the boring hell - after all, who would like to be in this boring hell? What about working overtime on Christmas?

"The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall..."

After putting away her shocked expression, Avada muttered to herself as if consolidating her memory. After looking around for a while, she found the location of the security checkpoint and walked over at a normal speed.

"Show me your wand."

There were two wizards sitting in front of the security checkpoint. Their expressions were stiff and their tone of voice was flat, just like the voice of the woman in the phone booth just now.

"At this."

Avada handed the homemade black wand to one of them, and asked him to take out his own wand and examine it carefully. The other person stared at Avada and frowned: "You also brought carry-on luggage?"

"Yes. As soon as I came to the UK, I came directly to you. I didn't even have time to arrange a place to stay..."

"Then your luggage also needs to be inspected and kept here."

The wizard demanded gloomily. It seemed that the extra workload out of thin air made him quite painful. This made Avada a little embarrassed - but there was nothing he could do about it. He had to enter the magical society in this body for the first time. Go to the Ministry of Magic to register when the time is right, otherwise you may leave a more troublesome tail.

In the end, he could only give the wizard a comforting look, handed over the suitcase in his hand, and watched the desperate wizard check the items in "Muggle mode" and then hold the wand on it. After knocking here and there, he soon found a way to switch to normal mode, and opened the space where the traceless stretching spell was cast...

"Did you use the Seamless Stretching Charm on it?"

He frowned and looked at Avada: "Such actions without permission are illegal in the UK. Can you produce a license certificate from the Australian Ministry of Magic?"

"Unfortunately, I can't. And that's why I have to come and disturb you at this time..."

Avada gave a wry smile: "Actually, I don't have any social identity in Australia."

"What exactly happened?"

The wizard's frown deepened: "What does 'no social identity' mean? Where do you live? Which magic school did you graduate from? Where did you buy your wand and these magic items?"

As he spoke, his eyes began to look a bit wary, and his hand holding the wand seemed to tighten a bit. Avada also smiled bitterly and came up with the words he had prepared for a long time: "I have lived with my teacher since I was a child, and these magic supplies were given by him. And before he passed away, I did There is almost no contact with the outside world..."

"You need to go to the International Magical Cooperation Department."

He interrupted Avada bluntly: "There will be someone there to deal with your problem. We are only responsible for security inspection... and due to the special nature of your situation, your wand needs to be kept here during this period. Also, What’s the problem?”

"No."

Avada immediately replied wisely, and then asked: "How long do I need to wait?"

"I'm consulting."

He pushed the suitcase to his companion for inspection, and wrote a note in his companion's resentful eyes, causing it to disappear in a burst of magic flames. Then, just a few minutes later, a flame mixed with a note appeared again at the same location. After the wizard took the note and glanced at it, he raised his head and nodded to Avada: "Fortunately, the International Magic Cooperation Department is very quiet most of the time, and it is the same now - on the sixth floor, follow me. bring it on."

"Your wand and luggage will also be sent for further inspection later, and you may face some questions. Please be sure to answer them truthfully."

"knew."

Avada nodded and followed the wizard into the elevator.