Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"What?!"

Avada rushed in, and after walking around several piles of debris, she saw Baron squatting with an anxious face in front of a man wearing a black wizard robe who fell unconscious on the ground - it was Professor Baker. . There is also a fist-sized black crystal ball in his hand, which is rolling quietly aside.

"Something's wrong! Baron, come back quickly!"

The moment Avada used her magic senses to scan Professor Baker and the black crystal ball, her hair stood on end, and she shouted to Baron with a pale face.

Balon was also startled by his shout. He quickly jumped up and took a few steps back, quickly pulling out the wand from his waist.

"What's wrong?"

He couldn't help but lower his voice and asked cautiously. In his opinion, Professor Baker is undoubtedly a good and competent teacher; and his title of director of the Dark Arts Defense League, Principal Dumbledore's trust, and the shocking duel played at the beginning of the school year, All of them prove that this professor is safe and reliable.

Although the reason why he is now lying in the Room of Requirement is not yet clear, no matter how you think about it, he should be helped rather than vigilant.

But Avada did not answer immediately. Instead, she also drew out her wand, moved her steps with an extremely serious expression, slowly and silently approached Professor Baker's body, and said to Baron in a solemn tone: "See. Did you see the black crystal ball next to Professor Baker? I suspect it is a dark magic item!"

"And I guarantee that this crystal ball has never appeared in the Room of Requirement before, so it can only be brought by Professor Baker or made by himself!"

"you sure?!"

Baron's pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty. The director of the Dark Arts Defense Alliance actually owns dark magic items. It will definitely be big news when word spreads about it.

Avada gave a wry smile after hearing Balon's question. He was afraid of scaring Balon, so he said it more lightly. That thing was more than just a black magic item...

Looking at the huge magic hole inside the crystal ball, the lingering golden spiritual power, and the extremely complex and familiar magic structure around it, Avada sighed.

That's a Horcrux.

A Horcrux belonging to Professor Baker.

There is no doubt that this Horcrux is the ironclad evidence that this professor, who is trusted by the students, has committed murder and has painstakingly studied black magic for many years. In a semester of exploration, Avada has already gained a certain level of understanding of black magic. Coupled with the content of the original work in his memory and his own research on the human body's mental power, he naturally does not think that Horcruxes are anything childish. Yes, anything you can make at will.

In his understanding, only the most evil dark wizards who have understood black magic to the extreme and whose souls have been completely corrupted by black magic are qualified to split their souls through killing and then create their own Horcruxes.

Otherwise, if souls can be split casually through killing, wouldn't the souls of Aurors, members of the Order of the Phoenix and other combatants who fight for justice also be riddled with holes and fragmented?

He also finally understood the reason why Professor Baker's mental power gave him a strong sense of disobedience. I am afraid that his soul had already completed the split by then, and he just concealed his abnormality through some means.

"Are you sure this is a dark magic item? How did you tell?"

While thinking, Balon had been observing the crystal ball for a while, but found no sign of black magic at all, so he turned to Avada and asked doubtfully: "Are you sure you read it correctly?"

"Get back at once, Balon."

Avada said extremely seriously: "Leave the Room of Requirement first, and then go find the nearest professor! I remember Professor Flitwick's office is on the eighth floor, right? Come with me to find him before Professor Baker wakes up!" "

"Even if you can't trust me, you should still trust Professor Flitwick, right?"

Listening to Avada's extremely serious voice, Baron gradually understood the seriousness of the matter - although he still didn't know how Avada confirmed that the crystal ball was a black magic item, he believed that Avada would not be innocent.

"Okay, then let's go together..."

"Well……"

Before Balon finished speaking, Avada heard a soft hum. I saw that Professor Baker, who was lying on the ground unconscious, had opened his eyes and slowly sat up with his hands on the ground.

"Run!!"

When the two of them saw this, they immediately turned around and ran towards the door of the Room of Requirement!

However, a terrible thing happened: the two soon discovered that no matter how hard they tried to escape, the distance from the door of the Room of Requirement did not shorten at all, and even kept getting farther and farther! In Avada's perception, the magic structure symbolizing "space" has been twisted into a mess at some point, like a huge, invisible maze!

"It's over..."

Avada stopped in despair, pulled out her wand and prepared to fight to the death. She looked at the pale Balon beside her and made the same move. She couldn't help but smile bitterly. She wished she could kill herself at the tea party a few months ago. .

At that time, he was still thinking, "I can't possibly survive the first semester, right?"

Tell you to plant your flag! Tell you to plant your flag!

"Huh?"

Professor Baker over there finally stood up and looked at the surrounding environment with somewhat hazy eyes. Then he quickly noticed Avada and Baron who were facing a powerful enemy, with a puzzled look on their face.

"You...are...why...are you here?"

His voice was slow and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in years.

Avada and Baron looked at each other and suddenly realized that they still had a chance to survive.

"cough."

Baron took the first step forward, and the original expression on his face instantly faded, replaced by a look of concern that didn't seem to be fake at all: "Professor Baker, are you okay? We just entered this room and saw you lying here!"

"Merlin, you're finally awake. We were just hesitating whether to ask other professors for help, but we didn't want to expose this room just like that... It's great that you woke up on your own!"

Avada's face twitched as she listened, and goosebumps appeared on her body: This kid is worthy of being promoted to Slytherin in an instant!

"I woke up?"

Professor Baker looked at his hands in confusion, and after a while he responded slowly: "Well... yes, I'm awake. You are..."

He raised his head and looked at Avada and Baron for a while, and the look on his face gradually changed from recollection to surprise.

"By the way, you are Avada Kendavia, and Baron Shafiq, are my students... I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Benjamin Baker, and I am An adventurer, or a...director of the Dark Arts Defense Alliance?"

He covered his head and stood up unsteadily, making Avada and Baron feel tight again.

"The way you talk to students...that's right..."

He looked at the two of them with a stiff smile on his face: "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. It's just...well, I just encountered a little accident. Don't worry..."

"You guys keep playing, I'm leaving first. The professor still has a lot of work to do..."

As the words fell, the originally distorted space quietly returned to normal. Professor Baker also took steps, staggered, and walked out of the door under the nervous gazes of Avada and Baron. He forgot to close the door, leaving the two of them looking at each other.

"What...what's going on?"

Baron finally took off his disguise, let out a long breath, and then slumped down on the ground. After waiting for a long time, he recalled Professor Baker's abnormal behavior just now, and asked Avada doubtfully.

Avada remained silent, but she knew in her heart that this was probably the sequelae of a complete split of her soul. In his perception, Professor Baker's mental power has indeed weakened a lot, and the magic hole necessary for intelligent life has also shrunk a lot.

"correct,"

Baron suddenly looked at Avada curiously: "Did Professor Baker just tell you your real name? Your name is Ava..."

"Don't read it out loud."

Avada trembled again: "I'll explain it to you later. Let's leave here first. You go to find Professor Flitwick, and I'll go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore. Professor Baker's state is too weird, maybe beyond a professor. The range of processing capabilities!”

"Um."

Balon also understood the priority of the matter and did not dwell on Avada's name. So he got up and followed Avada towards the door.

Suddenly, an urgent familiar voice interrupted their footsteps.

"Mr. Ken, Mr. Shafiq, don't leave yet, please wait!"