Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

After successfully passing the most critical control knowledge assessment, in fact, Avada has passed the test. What he has to face in the end is just a small survey. He only needs to fill in a questionnaire and answer some small questions. So he decided to take advantage of the fact that the Ministry of Magic was not off work yet, so that he could resolve this matter completely, so that he would not have something to worry about when he went to bed at night...

"Crew Imprey?"

This time, the Ministry of Magic staff looked listless, probably because they were about to get off work. However, his mental state showed that he was not in a very good mood at the moment. This was not the mood he should have when he was about to get off work.

"That's right."

Avada responded while handing over all the certificates she got in previous exams for him to check. And he simply flipped through the certificates, checked the information at hand, and then nodded, pushing the pile of materials aside: "Here are a few simple questions, please answer them carefully and truthfully... …”

Avada sat up a little straighter.

"Why did you choose to live in the UK?"

"Well, because I'm from Australia, I can be considered a member of the Commonwealth, and the language can be understood... and the local magical society is too small. I want to live in a more prosperous place."

"Do you have your own property in your original place of residence?"

"I've already brought them all - the explosion almost wiped out my and the teacher's belongings."

"I'm sorry...Have you ever been a member of any organization or association in Australia?"

"No."

"Do you have any intention of starting a family here?"

"Not yet."

"Would you consider living in Muggle society?"

"Won't."

"That's the best, it can save a lot of trouble..."

The interviewer grumbled angrily, and then asked: "Where do you plan to live after settling in the UK? How will you obtain financial resources?"

"I will temporarily live in the hotel in the Leaky Cauldron, and then apply for a piece of land to build a house by myself. The location will probably be in Scotland. As for work, I have heard that pure-blood families in the UK have recently become popular in apparating their houses. Restricted, and I happen to be researching space magic, so..."

Avada suddenly stopped.

Because, when he said, "It has recently become popular among pure-blood families in the UK to decorate their houses with a ban on disembodiment," the interviewer opposite him suddenly experienced an extremely violent fluctuation in his mental state.

'Anger, hatred, regret, fear...'

'what happened? ’

He frowned slightly, but relaxed instantly - the interviewer didn't even notice that he had been in a daze for a while.

"Sir? Sir?"

Avada had to call several times before pulling the interviewer back: "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Imprey, I was a little distracted."

“You look ugly—do you need help?”

"No, no need... let's continue asking questions."

He picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip, then continued to ask questions as if nothing had happened: "Do you have any relatives or friends in the UK?"

"No."

Seeing his attitude, Avada had no choice but to temporarily suppress the doubts in her heart and continued to answer the questions cooperatively.

"Have you ever suffered from a disease caused by magic?"

"No……"

After going through dozens of questions in turn, the interviewer picked up the wand and tapped lightly on a page of materials that Avada took out, leaving a magic mark: "Very good." , you have completed the test..."

"Congratulations, you have officially obtained the long-term residency recognized by the British Ministry of Magic. You can apply for land to build a house in the wizarding settlement specified by the Ministry of Magic, or register in the Muggle society after passing the test. And you can work and pay taxes for three days Years later, you can officially become a British wizard citizen..."

The interviewer sorted out Avada's materials and pushed them to him, while reciting the process lines a little absent-mindedly.

"Thank you very much, sir!"

Avada looked very happy, looking as if she had just drank a large bottle of high-altitude wine: "What do you call me, sir? Maybe I can treat you to a meal to commemorate this momentous occasion." A moment..."

"Just call me Taylor."

The interviewer named Taylor's face finally became less tense: "But there's no need to eat or anything like that. I'm usually busy with work... Okay, Mr. Imprey, I think what you should do now is It's better to go and enjoy the customs and customs of your new home right away instead of staying in a dull and boring bureaucracy, isn't it?"

"You're right...Thank you, Mr. Taylor! Thank you very much!"

Avada still maintained a bright smile. After taking one last look and remembering Mr. Taylor's face, Avada slipped out of the office in three steps at a time. She went to the Auror's office again and got the money back. After picking up his suitcase, he apparated directly to Diagon Alley, and then walked straight to the Leaky Cauldron.

'Tyler...many people have this surname, but if he works in the Ministry of Magic, then he is most likely from a small to medium-sized pure-blood family that is not within the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan...'

'Why did he show such emotion when I mentioned that pure-blood families were popular in establishing anti-Apparition bans? Anger, hatred, regret, fear... what made him feel that way? What does it have to do with the anti-Apparition ban? ’

‘Popular…does this mean that there are many pure-blood families facing a similar situation? ’

'What happened? ’

His intuition, which he didn’t know was reliable, told him that there might be something unusual in it - he hadn’t used the so-called “intuition” much yet. After all, before this, he could directly refer to the plot of the original work...

"Hey, Old Tom!"

As soon as he entered the bar, he shouted happily - today is not a holiday, and it is not time to get off work yet, so there are not many people in the bar. His shout immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Imprey?"

As the owner of a bar, Old Tom is very good at recognizing people. Naturally, he still remembers this tenant who came from abroad: "Looking at your expression, the matter is done?"

"It's done! I can now legally live here long-term!"

"That's really cause for celebration - don't you plan on taking the opportunity to have a drink?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in drinks. It's better to have a solid sleep... But I still have to stay here for a few more days. Well, let's stay for another week. The environment here is good. .”

After he slapped two Galleons and a Sickle on the bar again and watched Old Tom put away the money with a smile, he lowered his voice and stepped forward, leaning slightly: "By the way, Old Tom , you are well-informed, I want to ask you something..."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Old Tom was in a pretty good mood at the moment and took the message happily.

"I heard that many pure-blood families are recruiting people to install anti-Apparition restrictions in their homes recently. Do you know anything about this matter?"