Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

When Avada returned to the carriage where Cedric and the others were, she heard the three of them excitedly discussing broomsticks and Quidditch, and the table was filled with a bunch of snacks. So Avada had no choice but to join in the discussion for them in despair, stuffing Bibi's multi-flavor beans and chocolate frogs into her mouth, and echoing "Well, yes, right" from time to time.

In this way, after persisting for several hours, and it was completely dark outside the window, the train finally slowed down slowly and finally stopped in front of the familiar small platform.

"The letter I received from the school before said that students above the first grade can enter Hogwarts directly by carriage instead of taking a boat..." Qiu was arranging his clothes while curiously asking Cedric: "How does the carriage cross Are they going to school in the Black Lake? Can they run on the water? Or is it actually a horse-shaped water monster that pulls the cart? "

"They'll fly right over."

Cedric explained: "The cart is pulled by a magical animal called the Thestral. It is said to be a winged, horse-like creature with strong flying ability..."

"I heard? Didn't you ride in that kind of carriage last semester?"

"I can't see it."

He smiled: "The Thestral has a magical characteristic, that is, only those who have witnessed death can see it, otherwise it will be invisible in your eyes... To be honest, I am quite glad that I cannot see the Thestral. of."

As they spoke, several people followed the flow of people off the train and saw the first-year students walking towards the road to the port under the leadership of Hagrid, while the remaining large number of old students walked to the other side in a familiar way. Carriage station. The students who had just entered the second grade and did not yet know the location of the carriage station followed closely the steps of the senior students, for fear of accidentally losing themselves.

The carriage station is not far from the train station. After walking for less than a minute, Avada saw hundreds of empty carriages parked neatly in a large open space, and in front of each carriage was a bright mass of vitality and spiritual power——

'Wait, I can't see the Thestral? ’

Looking at the front end of the carriage, which had nothing in front of her, and whose vitality and spiritual power could only be revealed under the magic senses, Avada couldn't help but wonder in her heart.

He himself has died once, yet he still can't see the Thestral?

The running water you give yourself doesn’t count, right?

Avada boarded a carriage while carefully observing the magical structure of Thestrals, intending to see what the principle of this guy's magical properties was. Then just a short while later, his brows began to twist.

The magical structure of Yeqi was so chaotic that it was too confusing to look at - if the most basic vitality and mental power were not still there, he would not believe that this is the structure of a living thing. And Avada couldn't find any possible meaning in these chaotic structures. They were even more scrawled and confusing than the simplest graffiti...

Not to mention having to do with "death" and "invisibility", Avada found it incredible that this thing could still run!

Isn't this a bunch of bugs?

Avada rubbed her head in distress. He found that once his research on the world reached a certain level, his magical senses were almost ineffective - whether it was the magical hole in his mental power, the split of the soul, time and fate, or the protective spell on Harry, Or is it the principle of "you will be seen after you witness death" for the Thestrals in front of you... It's all the same.

It's as if there is something more essential than magic in this world, which is affecting the operation of everything. And this also made Avada even more eager to open the book left by Professor Baker and read the so-called "lowest, most essential mystery" inside.

"After returning to school, I will suspend all research and do my best to crack the seal on the book!"

During the previous summer vacation, he was held back by other things and was unable to cast spells without any scruples, which led to the slow progress in cracking the seal. If he devotes all his energy to this matter, he is confident that he will completely unlock the seal before Christmas!

As the students got on the carriage one after another, the carriage with a faint smell of musty and straw began to fly smoothly, crossing the black lake and heading towards two extraordinary wrought iron gates with stone pillars on both sides. On top of the pillar is a winged boar. After passing through the gate, the carriage continued to speed up the long uphill drive leading to the castle. From the car window, Avada could see the towers getting closer to him.

Finally, the carriage staggered to a stop, and Avada and all the old students jumped out of the carriage one after another. The second grade students followed the crowd up the stone steps, passed through another oak door, and entered the spacious and deep foyer. There were burning torches, and a magnificent marble staircase led upstairs - a different entrance from the first grade.

"We are much faster than the first-year students. They probably have to wait a few minutes to come..."

This time, it was the Weasley twins who excitedly introduced science to the second-year students: "Due to the tradition of the wizarding world, the first-year students still don't know how the sorting ceremony is carried out, and they were already very nervous. Then. We old students would sit down in advance, dress up neatly, and then say nothing when the freshmen entered the hall, just look at them quietly with solemn eyes..."

"Don't look at me like that. This is a fine tradition of Hogwarts. Everyone has to go through this once..."

Probably because he felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the resentful eyes of the second-year students, Fred smiled dryly and explained: "Don't you think you guys also have to experience this kind of traditional fun?"

"Let's go, let's go. If we don't hurry up, it'll be too late!"

This time it was actually the prefects who began to urge it - it seemed that no matter who they were, they all had surprisingly consistent views on this almost prank tradition.

So Avada had no choice but to follow the others and tidy up her wizard robe, put on the black pointed hat that she hadn't touched in the past year, exposed her wand and put it behind her waist, quietly and Sitting elegantly on Hufflepuff's long table.

"Hey, remember? One of the freshmen in this class is Harry Potter!"

There was still some time before the first-year students entered, so the old students who were already seated began to make full use of this time to whisper among each other, discussing the topic that had been discussed since the end of last year: "Which college will he be assigned to? "

"It must be our Ravenclaw! He has the terrifying talent of being able to defeat the mysterious man right after he was born. How could he not come to Ravenclaw?"

"Nonsense, it should be us Gryffindors! I have inquired, almost all members of the Potter family are from Gryffindors, his parents are also from Gryffindors, and Harry Potter must be too. No exception!"

"I hope it's our Hufflepuff. You see, he defeated the most evil Dark Lord as soon as he was born and ended a period of terror, which shows that he must have great good in the world in his heart..."

"Haha, don't even guess, he must belong to Slytherin! He was born to end the last Dark Lord and then ascend..."

"Shut up! Can this be said publicly?!"

After a certain Slytherin guy was pushed down by someone next to him, everyone began to discuss how horribly Harry Potter's magic level had grown in the past eleven years, and whether he would directly replace Dumbledore. Taking over as Headmaster of Hogwarts...

Avada, on the other hand, pretended to be discussing seriously while turning the perspective of her magic senses to someone in the classroom seat.

In that person's vitality, in addition to his own normal golden mental power, there is also a mass of dark golden, more stable mutant mental power, which is wrapped in a magic hole that is smaller than that of an ordinary person.

'Finally I see you...Voldemort! ’