Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Boom, boom, boom.

"Who is it?"

"Professor Quirrell, it's me, Ken."

"It's Ken, please come in."

As soon as the vague voice came through the door panel, the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office opened automatically with a click, and Avada also walked in: "You should have told me in advance, Professor."

As he closed the door, he said half complaining and half scared, and then he felt that Occlumency had been invaded again, but the degree was still very slight.

After the troll attack, all the students withdrew to their respective common rooms. After hearing that the troll had been dealt with, they relaxed and continued the banquet in the lounge. In fact, except for the low-level students, Not many people except the first grade students were nervous. As a dangerous magical creature, the lower limit of trolls' combat power is almost unparalleled. However, any decent fourth grade student or above can easily take down a giant monster; as for McGonagall and Flitwick, For a top wizard, the threat posed by trolls is even less than that of an owl that sheds its feathers in breakfast in the morning.

Therefore, when everyone was emotionally stable and the atmosphere was quite relaxed, people quickly returned to normal life. Avada also left the Hufflepuff common room immediately after the banquet, went to the third floor and knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"What's the problem? It's just a troll - even you can handle it easily, right?"

Quirrell, no, now Voldemort said with a smile, while secretly using Legilimency to "read" Avada's thoughts.

"But there was a first-year student there! The troll almost killed her!"

Avada looked excited: "I can't imagine what a terrible thing would happen if a student was killed by a troll that appeared out of nowhere in school!"

"How bad can it be?"

Voldemort didn't seem to care about Avada's attitude at all, and he still looked gentle: "I asked about it, it's just that a Mudblood almost died, not to mention she wasn't even injured, so what's the big deal? "

"What's the big deal?"

Avada seemed really angry, and showed dissatisfaction in front of the professor for the first time: "A student died in the school! The principal will be suspended for investigation, the school will be closed for rectification, and all students will be forced to leave School! And I’m going back to that damn orphanage!”

"I don't want to go back! I even want to stay in Hogwarts during the summer vacation! This is where I should stay, instead of hanging out with a bunch of Muggles all day long and being treated like a freak!"

Voldemort suddenly smiled, quite happily, from the heart.

"You consider Hogwarts your home? Want to stay here forever?"

"certainly!"

"So if you have the opportunity in the future, would you like to come to Hogwarts to teach and be a professor?"

“I can’t think of a better future than this.”

"...You are luckier than me." Voldemort sighed.

"Lucky?"

"Our experiences are almost the same. Ken... grew up in an orphanage, was ostracized, was introduced by Dumbledore, has outstanding talents, and has a special attachment to Hogwarts."

"But the only difference is that you had a better name from the beginning. Ha, a name that is truly revered by all the strong and feared by all the weak and fools... It took me a while to get such a name. Yes, but you were born with it."

"And the Sorting Hat also gave you a choice, allowing you to come to Hufflepuff, so that Dumbledore would no longer be so guarded against you, allowing you to learn and develop freely. Unlike me back then, although I entered the glorious Slater Lin, but I had to maintain a smile that made me sick under Dumbledore's eyes, and pretended to be conciliatory with everyone..."

"Teach...professor?"

Avada looked very confused and didn't know why Professor Quirrell said this to her: "Aren't you a Ravenclaw graduate? Why did you become Slytherin again? And do you also have a special name?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Quirrell's face.

"I think, Ken, you might be mistaken about something."

"The person who has been teaching you in the office and teaching you things that you can't learn in textbooks has never been Professor Quirrell."

Avada's eyes widened suddenly.

"I am happy to invite you to witness my true face and true name..."

Quirrell stood up from the chair, turned his back to Avada, then raised his hand and slowly took off his turban.

"First time we meet, I am Voldemort."

The pale face on the back of Quirrell's head showed a strange and ferocious smile.

Boom.

Avada's face turned pale all of a sudden, and she fell down from her seat involuntarily. She sat on the ground and stared at that face with horrified eyes, but she couldn't make any sound. It seemed that I was frightened by this strange scene.

"Master, are you really just showing up like this? Are you not afraid..."

"Shut up, Quirrell."

Voldemort reprimanded dissatisfied, and then looked at Avada with a pleasant look: "Yes, the person who has been teaching you knowledge is the Dark Lord who is feared by the entire magical world, and is also the person Dumbledore fears most. .”

"Professor, no, Lord Black, Dark Lord..."

"Go ahead and call me Professor."

"Yes, Professor...why are you telling me this? Also, haven't you already..."

"Are you trying to say, 'dead'?"

Voldemort sneered: "I will not die, Ken. I have gone further on the road to immortality than anyone else..."

"Eleven years ago, I encountered a despicable and shameless assassination. The people who assassinated me thought they could kill me completely, but they underestimated the power and greatness of Voldemort... But that assassination did cause me a lot of damage. It was only because of the injury that I became what I am now. And even though I have become weak like this, Dumbledore is still afraid of me and tries every means to eliminate me completely..."

"But he can't do it, and no one can do it. Those guys who hinder the development of the entire magical world for their own selfish purposes, how can they stop the great Voldemort?"

"Stop thinking about telling Dumbledore."

Voldemort watched with satisfaction as Avada's face turned pale again, and said slowly: "You don't know the true face of that old guy at all. He is insidious, despicable, and better at deceiving and using than anyone else. If he knows that you have been following If I learn my skills and release the giant monster myself, I will definitely throw you into Azkaban without hesitation, or even kill you directly. There is no way, he is so afraid of me, and wants to kill you crazily Everything related to me is destroyed..."

"me……"

Avada showed a look of fear and stuttered about trying to say something.

"But you don't have to worry, Dumbledore doesn't even know that I have returned to school." Voldemort softly "comforted": "And, I came back here this time just to get something that can allow me to regain my body. . And when I gained a body and recovered my strength, Dumbledore was no match for me at all!"

"And you just need to study with me peacefully. After I occupy Hogwarts and become the principal, I will give you honor, wealth and strength, and even my secret method of immortality... Then you Then we can practice our great ideas openly and honestly together."

"So, Ken, now I extend an invitation to you - are you willing to follow me and become my 'Death Eater'?"

Voldemort smiled - he had actually seen the answer in Avada's mind.

"Am I qualified, Professor? I heard people from Slytherin say that those who can become Death Eaters are..."

"Of course you do, your future achievements will be higher than most of my Death Eaters, I believe this."

"...In this case, there is only one answer."

Avada slowly got up from the ground and looked at Voldemort with firm eyes: "I am willing to be loyal to you."

"Then roll up the sleeve of your right arm."

Voldemort suppressed his joy, controlled Quirrell's body to turn around, picked up the wand, and tapped Avada's right arm - Avada only felt a slight tingling, and then saw a A faint, snake-bearing skull was branded on his skin like a birthmark.

The Dark Mark.

Avada:…

Okay, now the trust level is completely maxed out. If this fails, he might as well find a rock cake and kill him.

As for this mark, go back and analyze the principle, and then wait for Voldemort to be dealt with and spend two minutes to erase it.

"Okay, go back. I look forward to the day when you grow up and serve me."

Voldemort put on the turban again, used Quirrell's body to send Avada out of the office with a smile, and then smiled at Quirrell: "Are you worried that that boy will betray me?"

"I don't question your intentions, Master, but..."

"You have no idea what I just saw in his mind."

Voldemort whispered: "It is unparalleled excitement, joy, expectation and loyalty."

…

At the same time, Avada, who had just been extremely excited, joyful and expecting to be loyal to Voldemort, skillfully cast the Disillusionment Curse on herself, ran up to the eighth floor like flying, and came to the stone beast at the door of the principal's office.