Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Chapter 4 Baron Shafiq

The next month was not a pleasant one for Avada.

With the help of the wand and the guidance of the knowledge in the textbook, Avada's understanding and mastery of magic increased as fast as a rocket. The magic power that was originally chaotic and fuzzy in his eyes became clearer after learning the knowledge and comparing it one by one. It became clearer.

The entire magical world has opened its door to him.

In fact, the magic knowledge of the first grade has been understood in the past few years of ignorant exploration, and even the knowledge of many senior grades is the same. It just lacks a systematic sorting and induction. The Hogwarts textbooks are undoubtedly for him. It is the most symptomatic medicine.

As for his current strength...

"Armor protection."

With the shaking of the wand, a transparent barrier emitting light blue light appeared silently in front of him - generally speaking, this is a spell that at least fifth-year students can master, and even many idiot adult wizards have difficulty using it. . And he just relied on the memory and magic sense of his previous life to directly figure out this magic.

In addition, all the spells and transformation spells recorded in the first-grade textbooks are silent and wandless.

Of course, having a voice and a staff would be stronger.

However, he still had shortcomings: for example, in terms of potions and herbal medicines, he was very slow to master because there were no ready-made materials for reference, and he basically had to rely on rote memorization. The key is that his memory is still very average, and there is no golden finger treatment that other time-travel protagonists can never forget...

"Then it's time to officially head to Hogwarts today!"

Suppressing the surge and excitement in her heart, after saying goodbye to her friends and teachers at the orphanage, Avada packed up her luggage and took a bus to Kingdom Cross Station.

Today is September 1, 1990, which means that he is one year older than the savior Harry Potter. This means that his first school year should be able to pass safely without any extra problems. trouble.

At the same time, it also means more time and better preparation.

There are still five years before Voldemort is resurrected, and as a time traveler who knows all the plots and settings and has a golden finger, how many things can he do in five years?

The crown and disappearing cabinet in the Room of Requirement, the secret room entrance in the abandoned bathroom, the old Gaunt house, Peter playing the mouse, the locket under the carpet...

If nothing unexpected happens and he does it properly, he is completely confident that Voldemort can be blocked in the spring!

And those who passed away, regrettably, Lupin, Tonks, Snape, Dumbledore, Fred...

As well as the devastated magical world destroyed by Voldemort, as well as countless sacrificed soldiers and innocent people who were killed, he can save them all!

While thinking, he found that he had arrived between the ninth platform and the tenth platform.

"It should be there, the pillar closest to platform ten..." Avada took out the Hogwarts Express ticket and held it in her hand - according to Dumbledore, this is a certification that can temporarily open the platform entrance. Just in case any Muggles get in by mistake.

And when he walked to the edge of the platform and was about to enter, he found a family of red-haired people standing in front of him. Several of them were carrying a suitcase in their hands, and one of them was also carrying an owl.

He could guess who these people were with his knees.

"Look, Ron, I can only demonstrate once."

"It doesn't matter, George, if you didn't teach him, I can demonstrate it again."

"After all, you will use this knowledge next year, so read it carefully and study hard."

"Take out the ticket, hold it in your hand, pick up your luggage, and then walk gracefully..."

The guy who was probably George took exaggerated steps, like dancing flamenco, stepped into the pillars, and disappeared.

"Did you see that?" Fred, who was left, patted the shoulder of the red-haired child beside him who was half a head shorter than him: "If you feel a little nervous when you go in for the first time, you can still trot forward like this..."

In a burst of deliberate footsteps, Fred also merged into the pillar with his luggage.

"..."

Avada on the side was very confused. He had not understood this since he was reading a book: Why did he still have to trot when he was afraid of hitting the wall?

Is it because the hit was not hard enough?

So, after the Weasley family all walked in, he cautiously approached the pillar, and then stretched out his finger to poke it.

Well, there is no resistance, you can go in.

Then he stepped in with confidence and saw that the scene around him suddenly changed. A retro black and red steam train was crawling on the track and exhaling white air. Next to it were countless wizards in black robes or who had not yet had time to change into The new life of black robes, and cats and owls walking among the crowd.

The first few carriages were already crowded with students. Some of them leaned out of the windows to talk to their families, some were playing in their seats, and some senior students who had been holding back all summer vacation were waving their wands and spreading magic. The unlucky guy who was busy writing with his head on the table. Avada squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and found an unoccupied box near the back of the car. After placing her luggage, she sat down. While enjoying the comfortable environment, she took out her potions textbook and continued studying.

But it didn't take long for his comfort to be broken.

"Is there anyone here?"

As the box door was opened, a handsome face with light brown hair came in, his voice was soft and reserved.

"No, if you want to sit down, just come in."

Avada shook her head and motioned for the man to come in.

The man was about to come in, but he caught a glimpse of the textbook in Avada's hand: "Ah, did I disturb you? I'm really sorry."

"It doesn't matter, there will be plenty of time to study in the future anyway." Avada couldn't help but feel a little fond of this life, and responded with a smile.

"Thank you for your grace." The handsome little boy stepped into the carriage and sat down. He extended his hand to Awada: "Baron Shafiq, it is a pleasure to travel with you."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Shafiq." Awada shook hands with him: "You can call me k for now."

"ha?"

Baron frowned slightly: "What does this mean?"

"It's a pity." Avada sighed helplessly, suddenly feeling that the compensation from the Department of Mysteries was still insufficient: "Professor Dumbledore told me to try not to tell other people my real name. As for me in school What it should be called, I don’t know yet.”

By the way, what did Dumbledore change his name to on the student list? It can’t really be ‘Mr. K’, right?

"Professor Dumbledore came to see you personally?!"

Balon looked at Avada with a strange expression and asked hesitantly: "With all due respect, your real name shouldn't be 'Voldemort', right?"

"That's not to say..."

Avada's face twitched, and she was about to deny it, but suddenly she was stunned: "What did you call him just now?!"

"Oh, maybe I should call him 'You-Know-Who' or 'The Dark Lord'?"

Balon snorted sarcastically: "The shame of Slytherin, a coward with no honor at all, what qualifications do he have to make others fear his name? Let alone now, even if he was still alive, the name curse would still be in effect. At that time, the Shafiq family did not bother to avoid the slightest taboo!"

"The Shafik family?" Awada raised his eyebrows: "One of the twenty-eight sacred families?"

"good."

Balon couldn't help but puffed up his chest, and then explained: "But don't get me wrong, although the Shafik family is also pure blood, we are the purest Slytherins, completely different from the unreasonable lunatic like Voldemort!"

"Um..." Avada considered her words and asked as non-offensively as possible: "If I remember correctly, God...well, Voldemort, he seems to have been born in Slytherin too?"

"That's why I said he is a disgrace to Slytherin!"

Balon seemed a little angry: "The purpose of Salazar Slytherin's creation of the school was to protect wizards from persecution and allow them to study and live safely and happily! And what about Voldemort? What did he do? He made the entire wizarding world There is unrest and everyone is in danger!”

"And that dog... Well, the despicable theory of 'pure blood supremacy'. The glory of pure blood comes from protecting wizards and the magical world at all costs, rather than riding on their heads and domineering!"

"What kind of Slytherin is he?"

Avada couldn't help but look at him with suspicion: According to his theory, it seems that 90% of the people in Slytherin Academy can be expelled from the academy.

"……All right."

In the end, Balon couldn't bear Avada's questioning eyes, and turned his head awkwardly, his face a little red: "My father told me that the current Slytherin College is a little... different, but this is also Because Slytherin's previous glory was too great, it only allowed those who forgot their mission to lie in the asylum without any burden and become arrogant!"

"If those guys do anything outrageous to you in the future, please allow me to apologize to you in advance on their behalf."

As he spoke, Baron suddenly lowered his head, tilted his body, and bowed slightly towards Avada.

Avada was stunned, she didn't expect Balon to go so far to protect Slytherin's honor - he hadn't been sorted yet!

"It doesn't have to be like this..." He stretched out his hand and was about to hold Baron's shoulder, but was interrupted by a crisp voice:

"I'm sorry, is there any room here... Hey, what are you doing?"

Avada and Baron both turned to look at the door and saw a beautiful Asian girl looking at the two of them curiously.