Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"Professor Dumbledore."

Before Dumbledore could come closer, Avada said hello in a hoarse voice while trying her best to support her body and try to sit up, as if she was recovering from a serious illness.

"I'm glad you're finally awake, Mr. Ken."

Dumbledore's pace quickened a little, and while gesturing to indicate that Avada didn't have to force herself to sit up, Dumbledore showed a gentle smile: "You seem to be in good condition, and you can even cast spells without a wand?"

"Just barely, Professor."

Avada gave a bitter smile - even though the stiffness had disappeared, he still felt that all the muscles in his body were soft, probably because they had shrunk a lot in the past four months. He now feels obvious fatigue even after waving his arms a few times, not to mention those magics that require complex gestures. That is to say, his mental power is relatively strong and his understanding of magic is good, so he can barely use his mental power to create magic. Things like casting spells...

"You might not believe it,"

Dumbledore's smile faded, and he walked to a chair next to Avada's bed and sat down to look at him: "But you have indeed been in a coma for four months, and it's already the end of summer vacation. . And before the holidays, all your friends come to visit you..."

"I can probably guess it, Professor."

Avada nodded weakly: "I tried to look at the scenery outside the window - I remember that when I was unconscious, even the snow hadn't melted yet."

"As long as you can accept it."

Dumbledore then looked relieved: "Obviously, this unfortunate coma caused you to miss almost the entire second half of the school year at Hogwarts, as well as the experiment on the soul that I organized. . But you don’t need to be too disappointed. I did not miss your name in the final published paper. After all, it was you who provided the method to transfer those medicines to the normal laboratory. The scholars I invited learned about this. They are also very grateful to you after the incident - they also prefer a large, clean and well-equipped laboratory to a damp cave surrounded by inferi."

"Oh, by the way, speaking of soul,"

He acted like he suddenly remembered something: "I have to ask you, Mr. Ken, do you know the reason why you were unconscious for so long this time?"

"I remember you told me before you fell into coma that you were trying to find a way to peel off the soul fragments from the Horcrux - you shouldn't be recklessly conducting any dangerous soul experiments, right?"

"No, Professor."

Avada finally couldn't help laughing: "This is exactly what I want to tell you the most - the reason why I was in a coma for so long is because the prophecy ability that I thought had disappeared was triggered again. once."

"prophecy?"

Dumbledore was startled: "In other words, during the period when your body was unconscious, your consciousness was not silent?"

"That's right."

Avada nodded: "My consciousness has been wandering in the timeline - in fact, in my perception, time has not passed very long, it is only a few days at most. During these few days, I have been vaguely I have seen a lot of clips about the future, but this is not the biggest gain. My biggest gain is..."

He paused deliberately, showed a mysterious smile, and then slowly said the names of a lot of magic materials, as well as many magic spells that he didn't know what they were used for. They are now put together in such a mess that no one can understand their meaning. Even the most knowledgeable magic master will probably only think that this is someone's crazy ramblings.

However, as he gradually stated, Dumbledore's eyes grew wider and wider, and his eyes gradually changed from surprise to shock, and finally to the level of horror, making every strand of his beard tremble...

"This is……"

When Avada finally finished what seemed to be meaningless content, Dumbledore had already shown an expression as if he had seen a ghost: "How to make that pot of potion?!"

"Didn't you participate in the next experiment? And why is the formula you came up with more complete than what we have studied so far?! Wait... Is this what you saw in the prophecy?!"

"Have you witnessed the entire process of how we will completely crack that pot of potion in the future?"

"More than that, Professor."

The corners of Avada's mouth couldn't stop rising: "I think, give me another month or two at most, and I will be able to completely research the method of peeling off the soul fragments, and send Voldemort away together with his Horcruxes. .”

"..."

Dumbledore was silent for a while.

"That is to say,"

After an unknown amount of time, he managed to speak out: "During this prophecy, you gained a lot of knowledge about the soul in advance, some of which even exceeded the level of our research in the past four months, right? "

"Um."

Avada nodded - he still didn't tell Dumbledore that he could rub the Deathly Hallows in the end.

And judging from Dumbledore's reaction, he also felt that it was a wise choice not to tell Dumbledore his true level - this time he only slightly revealed the complete method of making the potion, and he had already made Dumbledore aware of it. Bullido was almost as scared as Grindelwald at that time. In this case, if he were told that he could rub the Deathly Hallows with his hands...

He was afraid that Dumbledore would faint on the spot.

Even fainting was not bad - it's hard to say how Dumbledore would react if he knew that he had the ability to create the resurrection stone he dreamed of on the spot. Maybe after the semester starts, all the teachers and students in the school will be surprised to find that their principal, Albus Dumbledore, has quietly resigned and is focusing on research...

"...You have gained more than anyone else in the past four months."

After another period of silence, Dumbledore finally managed to hold back this sentence.

"But Professor, in addition to the knowledge of souls, I also saw something in the fragments of the future."

This time it was Avada who took the initiative to break the silence: "I vaguely saw that this year you will be standing in front of a huge, burning cup with a very tall lady and another man. ...Do you have any clues?"

"Ah, that."

Dumbledore didn't seem to think about the soul anymore, and the gentle smile returned to his face: "I'm sorry, I can't reveal that matter to you yet. I signed a confidentiality agreement...but I promise , this must be a great surprise.”

"Awesome surprise?"

Avada repeated deliberately.

"Yes, surprise. And in my opinion, you also have a great chance to participate... No, it's not a great chance, it should be almost certain..."

"Can I get involved too?"

Avada was really surprised this time: "Is this not just a matter between you and the other two people?"

——Is it possible that there is no age limit for this Triwizard Tournament? What's going on? ?

Moreover, next year he will have to face one of the most important exams in his entire student life, the O.W.L.S. exam. Can he participate in an event like the Triwizard Tournament that will take up more than half a year? ? ?

"Of course, it's not just..."

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, stood up, and waved his hand to summon a huge package from another room: "I will save the specific details until the opening banquet to announce them together. What you need more now It's time to have a good rest. These are gifts from your friends when you were in a coma, and your wand is also in it... Then I won't disturb you for now. An elf will come and give it to you later. Deliver medicine.”

Before Avada could ask any more questions, he had already left the ward, leaving only Avada who still looked confused...

"Oh, my wand."

At a glance, he saw his long-lost wand in that big package, and then he immediately took it out, feeling the familiar feel of the wand flow into his mind along the palm of his hand...

"Wait, why did the trace above come back again?!"