Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

After a long time, Grindelwald finally seemed to have regained some composure, but his hands were still trembling visibly. He was sitting on the bed without looking old, but was awkwardly walking around the entire room. Pacing, occasionally stopping to stare at Avada like a monster, there was a roar in the throat for a while, but no words came out...

"Yeah, that is to say..."

He finally stopped and pointed one finger up and down at Avada, as if he couldn't even figure out where to point: "You have mastered a large number of aspects of the soul by contacting something that is suspected to be the source of all souls. The knowledge can even reach the level of the Peverell brothers, and they can personally make a Deathly Hallows-level product?"

"You can say that."

Avada nodded cautiously, fearing that something amiss would frighten Grindelwald again: "But I'm still far behind the Peverell brothers. At least the products I create are definitely not as good as the real Deathly Hallows." It’s easy to use…”

"That's enough!"

Grindelwald seemed to be fifty or sixty years younger all of a sudden, both eyes were shining: "You don't know what you mean to the magical society now - let alone the Deathly Hallows, even if It is what you think is the most basic and simple soul knowledge, such as confession and the like - as long as you are willing to systematically and completely share that knowledge, the entire magical society will usher in a leap forward!"

"During your coma, Albus and a lot of wizards studied a pot of potion that might be related to the soul for several months, and only achieved a little bit of results, but that's all. It has already made them dance with joy - not to mention your complete knowledge that goes straight to the source?!"

"The Peverell Brothers were too backward in their time, and the knowledge they mastered was too advanced to be transformed into practical social value. Therefore, they could only leave the three Deathly Hallows as the crystallization of their own technology to guide future generations. Exploring the soul... But it is different now, especially after the advent of Nobic Ridge University and the whole society entering a new operating mode..."

Grindelwald rambled for a long time at a speed that was almost indistinguishable from Avada, and finally vented all the excitement in his heart. Then the look on his face visibly faded away, and turned into a sigh: "Forget it. Anyway, the knowledge is in your hands, and it is your right to use it. It doesn’t make sense for me to say it for myself...but I still have a request."

"What request?"

"If you want to use this knowledge to transform society as a whole, don't make it public too early."

Grindelwald sat back on the edge of the bed again, looking out the window at the distant woods: "Even within Noblicice University, please don't throw out too much knowledge at once - the current magical society is still full of ills. When the cancer has not yet been eliminated, sharing powerful power without authorization will only bring greater turmoil and cause greater damage and uncertainty to society than before."

"At least, you have to wait until you have confirmed that the vast majority of people in this society can use that knowledge in the right way, and have arranged sufficient safety measures in advance, before you can gradually throw them out, and it is best to set the threshold slightly at the beginning. Set it higher..."

"Of course I know."

Avada nodded without surprise. Even if Grindelwald didn't say this, he wouldn't be so stupid as to share that kind of killer weapon with everyone indiscriminately.

"That's good."

Grindelwald looked as if he was relieved - from beginning to end, he was only excitedly or earnestly discussing the significance of those technologies that could bring to the magical society, but he did not even ask Avada about the specific content of that knowledge.

"By the way, Mr. Grindelwald,"

Seeing that Grindelwald seemed to have fallen silent for a while, Avada had to take the initiative to draw his attention: "How have the university and the magical society been in the past few months? How are the previous plans going?"

"Ah, not bad."

Grindelwald trembled as if he had been awakened, and then began to recall and reply: "What the werewolf did has been made public by Albus, although his words were as euphemistic as possible, He also repeatedly emphasized that the murderer was only a small group of people, but it still unsurprisingly aroused the hostility of the entire magical society towards werewolves... A lot of things happened while you were in coma."

"In the end, a professor at Hogwarts who had made great contributions in the fight against the werewolf conspiracy came forward. He first revealed his identity as a werewolf, and then took aim at the Ministry of Magic's long-term persecution of werewolves. The oppressive policies are beginning to be debated - considering his identity and the contributions he has made, the public is willing to calm down and listen to his point of view..."

"So what happened in the end?"

"Finally? How can we get decent results in just a few months?"

Grindelwald shook his head: "Now it is mainly the wrangling stage between the two sides over the Werewolf Bill. Hogwarts has also proposed to establish a special werewolf community and research institution to ease the conflict. However, it is of course the school board that funds the money. They can now He is very obedient...but I heard that the werewolf professor resigned in order to prevent the whirlpool around him from affecting the school's teaching."

"What about university research?"

Avada then asked: "I remember that the university planned to sneak into Azkaban in order to solve the werewolf problem?"

"Oh, that plan has been successful and has helped them a lot."

Grindelwald replied: "It is said that Belby's improved wolfsbane potion has begun clinical trials... It is very troublesome to explain these things. You can just ask him later - by the way, when it comes to Hogwarts , there is a task specifically assigned to you here."

"A special mission for me? What is it?"

Avada couldn't help but wonder - why did Nobirich University formulate a task specifically for him when he was in a coma and didn't know when he would wake up? ?

"So you woke up at the right time."

Grindelwald seemed to have read Avada's inner thoughts and smiled casually: "And you are the only one who can complete that task - it is about this year's Triwizard Tournament."

"You want me to represent the university?"

Avada wondered: "But I am only fifteen years old this year, far from the age limit for participating? And even if I participate, I can only represent Hogwarts... I can't compete as a university professor, right?"

"Don't worry, there is always a way."

Seeing Avada's unsurprised look at the word "Triwizard Tournament", Grindelwald also smiled: "As far as I know, this year's tournament, which was restarted after several centuries, is different from the past. It’s a big difference, and it seems that there are still people who want to do things secretly... let alone taking advantage of every opportunity and operating in secret, it’s not impossible even if you want to participate legally and compliantly!”

"???"